[System]
Alias: Akuma no Kage ("Shadow of the Demon")

Gender: Male

Alignment: Helios

Skills: Expert in a variety of martial arts, including but not limited to Ju Jitsu, Ninjitsu, Aikido, Krav Maga, Tai Chi, and several specialized martial arts developed for use with guns.

Powers:
[Perfect Human]
Genetically engineered for perfection, 57 is a homegrown supersoldier. He was the only succesful genetically modified human, created through the manipulation of acquired stem cells. He is stronger and faster than any other man, with free-moving joints and highly advanced senses. His sense of smell is 200x better than that of a human, he can see in the dark, and he can feel electric fields similar to a shark. He can hold his breath for almost half an hour, and his skin is harder than kevlar. All human weaknesses have been eliminated, to create a soldier capable of taking on the meta threat.

[Mental Fortitude]
The reason 57 was considered the only successful supersoldier in the program is due to his mind. Whereas the others mostly ended up either as vegetables or as uncontrollable killing machines, 57 was manipulated by multiple metas from the moment of his creation. He feels no fear, and no pain, and has a rapid learning ability. He can read and memorize entire books worth of information in mere minutes, and rapidly adapts to any situation he's placed in. Furthermore, he displays absolute loyalty to Helios, and will follow commands from any officer he recognizes as his superior without question. The mysterious element, however, is that he has deviated from direct orders a number of times when a better method of reaching the goal was discovered, without being ordered to do so, displaying remarkable free will. He has also been trained to be resistant to the effects of most psychic metas.

Equipment:
[Ghost Exoskeleton MKII]
This suit was modified from standard stealth armor suits. The exoskeleton fits over 57's body perfectly, enhancing his physical capability even further, as well as being a highly effective suit of armor. Molecularly altered glass 'scales' absorb the kinetic force of any incoming attacks, providing complete protection from bullets and even hand grenades, while being lighter than any metal suit of armor. it's interfaced directly with 57's brain, forming a powerful neural link and responding instantly to his every thought. It's equipped with nanofiber grips, allowing him to walk on almost any surface using the attachable properties of nanofiber materials. Lastly, specialized cells can project complex patterns all over the armor, allowing him to blend into almost any environment.

[Artemis-class Railgun]
using complex magnetic manipulation, this handgun-sized weapon is capable of firing specialized bullets at speeds equal to mach 2.5 or higher, suprheating them with the mere friction. These bullets tear through metal plates and stone walls as if they were butter, and were designed to rip apart even lightly armored vehicles. Only 57's reinforced skeleton can handle the recoil. The only weakness of these powerful guns is that they need to be quickly reloaded after each shot, and the potential for overheating if used continuously.

An alternate model is the SO-Artemis-Class, which is the size of a conventional sniper rifle. It holds a series of far more powerful electromagnets, as well as an extended barrel to ensure long-range accuracy. It is equipped witha powerful scope, which can identify targets, calculate range, detect patterns of signals, and perform a variety of other tasks. This device is effectively a far more powerful version of it's handheld predecessor, capable of firing a shell through multiple steel wall and with a nearly unlimited range. A sniper weapon of unprecedented lethality.

[Shiro Segi]
This modified katana, named 'White Justice' has a monomolecular edge, formed from molecularly altered diamond. The main blade is formed from the same altered glass his armour is made of, arranged in places instead of scales in order to remove the flexibility. It's highly transparent, and yet sharp enough to cut through steel like butter, especially when backed up with the strength of an exoskeleton. When powered, the blade vibrates at supersonic speeds, allowing it to function like a highly effective chainsaw. Almost no material is capable of stopping the weapon's swing when it's powered up.

[Fusion Explosives]
Utilizing what is effectively a miniature fusion generator, these grenade-sized weapons can pack an incredible punch. Whereas they're incredibly stable, when they're detonated they're capable of a 3 kiloton explosion, similar to the detonation of 100.000 kilos of tnt. It's the impact of a cruise missile, capable of ripping apart entire structures with ease. It's definitely not intended for close range, which is why they come with timers, and only 57 can throw them far enough to make them useful. Anything within the blast radius is completely destroyed.

Personality:
Cold and calculating, 57 does what he was designed to do. Although he is capable of far more free will than his designers suspect, he considers Helios to be his 'father', and is utterly obediant. He honestly believes that Metas will destroy the world if they are allowed to be set loose, and acts with the intention of making the world a better place. His motto is 'absolute power corrupts absolutely', referring to the supernatural capabilities of metas. Little does he know the irony of this statement.

History:
Through a variety of operations, 57 has earned a name among Helios operatives as the Shadow of the Demon. He's both feared and respected as one of the most effective, and dangerous, operatives Helios has. He's also well known for instantly cutting down anyone who acts against Helios on the field, making no distinction between friend or foe. Whenever 57 is deployed, every soldier knows that there is something far more terrifying behind him, then there could ever be in front of him.

Appearance: 57 is tall and heavily muscled, with deep red eyes and dark brown skin. He has no hair, as hair was considered unnecessary for his function as a soldier. When not on the field, he wears a deep grey jumpsuit, and large black combat boots. A knife is always kept in the hilt, it's blade formed from altered glass.

[User]
Screams of death, bloodcurdling cries. This is what Magi heard in the base, he stood from the chair he was sitting on in the medbay and looked around. He saw a drone making it's way across the ceiling, he stared at it for a moment, then it turned and began firing. He ducked out of the way before speaking, taking cover behind the medicine cabinets and such scattered across the room. "Globus.." He spoke, a red circle forming in his palm. "Ignis" With that he hurled his hand in the direction of the drone, the fire incinerating it. He stared around the room once more, it seems that was the only drone that made it into the medbay, atleast for now. Then he heard Vivian, she shouted, scared. Perhaps more drones? He followed the sound of her voice to the lobby only to find her holding a armored clad man at gunpoint, a man he recognized. "You..." He spat in the direction of the Demon. "You dare...come alone...?" He told him. "That...will be your downfall..." He put himself in front of Vivian and the unconscious Wolf. "Go...I will destroy him myself..." He told her. Clearly she did not know how to fight, just by the way she held the gun. "You...Demon...You will die today." He told him. "Glaciem...Carcerem..." He held his hand out, a blue circle forming, a cage of thick ice forming around the Demon. This was mostly to give Vivian enough time to escape, he knew all to well it would be a matter of minutes if not seconds before he escaped from his prison.

"Go...Now...While he is trapped." Magi told her. "Globus..." He spoke, holding that power, waiting for the minute that he burst from the cell to greet him with a face full of fiery inferno.

[Assistant]
Ice formed a crystaline water structure. Disruption of the crystals in question was capable of absorbing a significant quantity of kinetic force, due to it's hardness and brittleness. Any caliber of bullet incapable of punching through the ice without shattering it would find the force behind it absorbed by the entire sheet of ice, stopping it in it's tracks. The crystaline structure would convey the energy nearly instantly, causing the entire structure to fall as one. Of course, despite these properties, this ice would be incapable of stopping a single shot from his railgun, which would apply it's kinetic energy only to the small area it impact, leaving the rest of the ice untouched and thus maintaining nearly full velocity. It was additionally vulnerable to a sufficiently sharp blade, if used correctly. Whilst cutting 'against the grain' of the ice would cause the kinetic force to be absorbed, if one were to move the blade along the crystal's structure one would encounter hardly any resistance.

With two swift moments, the front bars of the already melting obstruction were separated from the rest of the construct. A swift kick launched one across the room, where his opponent was forced to dodge. Clever application of mechanical force allowed the crystalline structure to remain intact upon impact with the metal-clad boot, as it was accelerated towards the mage.

His opponent clearly fashioned himself a sorcerer. Whilst his demonstrated power consisted only of the generation of ice structures, he had spoken in Latin. 'Ice Cage', would be a rough translation. This left two options. Either he had named his attacks, as some mutants had a fondness for doing, or his power required him to speak certain phrases for it to function. The concept of required speech was consistent with the idea of a sorcerer, which was reinforced by his choice of clothing and the formation of an orb of energy around his hand as he had performed his 'attack'. As such, the strategic course of action was simple. He could remove his opponent's capability to speak, either through death or lack of air.

Closing the distance with inhuman speed, 57 made swift use of the distraction he himself had created. As the mage turned towards him, a swift blow to the neck sent him backwards, gasping for air. Without air, it would be impossible for him to utter the phrases necessary for his capabilities. Equally swift, the blow was followed up with a blade scything through the air, aimed for that very same neck. Within mere moments, he would incapacitate this most troublesome opponent.

No words were spoken - they were unnecessary and would only slow down the inhuman killing machine. He was created for assassination and death, to apply justice with extreme prejudice. These terrorists were those who would see the world burn for their own gain, those who were blinded by their own greed. They were less than human, creatures of filth and hatred.

Every single mutant would be exterminated.

[User] 57's radio would scream with sound as slayer started playing raining blood and then a cackling voice came through, "Did you miss me yet 57?" The holes he had created made a simple entrance for Tyler an now he was here covered in his blood armor with massive blood swords coming from his wrists, (think Baraka from Mortal Combat) Tyler laughed wildly as he gutted some soldier in a hallway, "Sorry I'm late buddy...I had to pick up one of my favorite toys." Tyler pulled his Drum Action Autoshotgun off his back and started making his way through the halls, "I'm on my way to you now."

[Assistant]
"Ignis..?" Magi said, the fireball missing by a mile and leaving him confused as he took a block of ice to the chest. He stumbled a bit, seconds before the Demon struck his throat he spoke "Armis." Nigh impentrable armor formed around him in somewhat of a transparent shell, the blow landed, but served as nothing more than to send him flying a few feet and daze him. Plink went the blade against the armor, shattering it. Crystal like dust shimmering in the air as it did. Magi rolled backwards away from him before standing. "Perhaps...I underestimated you beforehand...No matter.." Magi told him. He stretched his arm slightly out from himself, holding it close to his side. "Fulgur." At that lightning arc'd out from the yellow circle that formed in his palm. The Demon's armor would make the perfect conduit for the electricity, should one particle of energy from the lightning touch him the rest would follow suit. Of course, had this been in a bigger area Magi could use his...bigger spells.

But the small area coupled with the bystanders means it wouldn't be an option to even consider.

[User]
Deception is an important tool in the battle against fools. Whereas upon a glance, 57's armour certainly did look metallic, it was not made of metal, at least not externally. Instead, it was plated with a series of scale-like constructs formed from molecularly altered glass, a material almost as hard as diamond and highly capable of redirecting kinetic energy. Furthermore, glass formed an amazing isolator, both for electricity and heat. The slight quantity of water vapour in the air gave far less resistance than this armoured suit, which had been designed with such attack in mind. In a flash, the blast of electric energy struck the floor, sinking deep into the earth. It never even touched the genetically enhanced killing machine.

Few opponents realized how critical it was to understand one's target. Whilst this target was certainly versatile, he was also apparently human. A single blow was all 57 would need, a strike to the Central Cortex for instant brain death. No amaount of magic would be able to save this fool then. However, seeing as how his opponent was clearly capable of defending himself, and would undoubtedly have a variety of tricks up his sleeve, 57 would need to find a way to surprise him.

One of hands already held a gun, although no human could have seen him draw it. Even as he sliced forward with the sword, forcing his opponent to move back, he was analysing the room. The amount of electrical equipment in the room, predominantly the life support systems, would require a central connection and power source. Within a second, he went through all possible connections in his mind, taking into account the knowledge he had already gained about the building through his observations on the way here. They would have needed to reroute the electrical systems in order to allow it to provide the required amount of electricity. Spotting it was easy.

The gun didn't bang, as conventional ballistic weaponry would do. Instead, it was nearly soundless, a slight hum from the movement of electricity, and a hiss as the bullet was accelerated to Mach 3 within the space of a second. The impact made a thump, drowned out almost instantly by the crackling of the failing electronics. The lights went dark, as the many life support systems deactivated. Instantly, all electricity in the room was gone, and just for a moment, even the prestigious Magi was blind.

As Magi would have generated light, through whatever means, he would find the room empty. Not that 57 had left. Killing Magi in the dark had a high risk of failure, even with 57's infrared vision. Instead, he was hidden, using the camouflaging capabilities of his suit to blend into the environment like a chameleon. He would wait a moment, just a moment, and then he would strike, annihilating his opposition. To go for the quick kill was to lose the day. He would be patient, and strike his opponent down when it was least expected.


[System]
Age: 19
Species: Human?
Appearance:

Weaknesses: Excitable, anxious, socially maladjusted, prone to berserking
Phobias: Being alone
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, tracking, running
Supernatural Abilities Tier 1: Generally superhuman, enhanced sense of smell
Supernatural Abilities Tier 2: TBD
Supernatural Ability Tier 3: Warp Spasm
Other:

[User]
A foul stench distracts Zanni from the conversation.

"What the hell is that smell? It smells like dirty fish guts combined with rotten eggs."

After following his nose for a few seconds, he manages to find the place not only the stink, but also the growling originated from. Standing only a few feet away from the location of whatever, Zanni tries to blend in with the crowd of zombies and occasionally bites at random objects.

I must warn the others, but what would be the best course of action right now?

@Karkinos @Shadow Dragon @Gentlemanvaultboy

[Assistant] Vanisity turns and runs, jumps off the wall, and flies overhead, still twirling his scythe, his movments unnaturally silent. He stares at the.....thing, for a moment, before hissing, his eyes glowing. I hate hybrids.

[User]
The explosion forces Dog to move overtime. Following after the new guy that was, somehow, moving even faster than he was Dog skidded around a corner just in time to spot Mikkish getting bitten in the shoulder. But the more important thing, the much bigger point of focus, was the giant zombie. Not as big and terrifying as Zanni he didn't think, but this one had a rocket launcher! That it was loading!

Luckily for him the vampire (vampire? like a for real vampire??) had managed to get over the top of his head to get that good flank. To capitalize on that Dog duck low to the ground and charged, the sword kicking up spanks and making a noise like nails on a chalkboard as it bounced across the floor. If STARS turned around dog was going to bury this claymore in his skull. If he didn't, well, Dog had dodged rockets before. Admittedly at a longer range than this, but still.

Dragon@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Strong Potato

[Assistant]
Zanni strolls around the abomination. From all the people he was the closest to the thing. He grabbed some zombies and handed them knives. After some grunts of explanation, he sends them out to distract the big guy. Looking around, Zanni tries to find some sort of parkour to get high above the creature.

"My next trick will blow your mind, literally", he whispers.

After he is done free-running, Zanni will be preparing himself to jump from a great altitude to pierce through the eyes and skull of the creature. It reminds him of the times he stood on the trapeze in the circus, way before he became infamous.

[User]
This creature, Nemesis as it was called, was built for combat situations. It never bothered to turn toward Vinasity @Shadow Dragon instead directing it's attention immediately to Dog @Gentlemanvaultboy and, as expected, fired a shot from the launcher. It was the next actions of the creature which would be unexpected.

As Zanii was falling in attack on the monster's head, it put it's hand out, and from it's palm sprang a tentacle flying at Zanii's face. @Strong Potato

Mikkish, his punches and throws always rivaling the power of the most deadly sniper rifles and small explosives, was baffled at the creature's lack of a reaction to the morningstar. Still, he was unsure what to do, and having used his fire (which was as of now unavailable) and his buff magic to handle combat situations before, he rushed into Nemesis' side like an NFL player rushing a quarterback, and unleashed a flurry of lightning quick and heavy blows that struck at the head, neck, and rib area. The blows did jog Nemesis, a little, but it seemed able to ignore them as it focused on Zanii.

[Assistant] He calls out to the monster, "Hey, STARS, look up!" Vinashy throws a knife at him, to get him to look up.

[User]
Zanni is surprised. The creature had seen him coming. How did he do it, Zanni pondered. He had to react fast. Instead of the original plan of poking the creature's eyes out, Zanni had to deal with the tentacle. Even for the most experienced acrobats it is impossible to dodge projectiles while mid-air. Zannis' mind however drifted off again to the memory of one of his fearful nights.

"And now, for the final act, I shall dodge whatever is coming for me," Zanni shouted to the audience," while jumping through this fiery loop." The cannon was placed at the right angle and loaded with a cannonball. The audience cheered as everything was set in place. The cannon, Zanni and the flaming ring all stood in position.

"It is showtime!"

As Zanni started running, the cannon prematurely ejected the ball, hitting Zanni square in the face and destroying the main construction holding the ring. The audience screamed as they were consumed by the outburst of heat coming their way. Zanni fell on the floor as everything around him became engulved in flames. Zanni let out his last breath before a small shimmering of light woke him up.

As a knife passing by reflected some light in his eyes, he snapped out of it. As the tentacle nearly penetrated his grey-skinned body, Zanni flexed his jester body like he never had done before. A sudden tentacle popped out his shirt's backside, ripping off part of his clown costume and dried skin.

"It is showtime!"

Zanni jams the two knives he is holding in the tentacle. With a new big scratch going from his belly to his right hip, Zanni slides down the tentacle to demonstrate a kick to the face.

[Assistant]
The semi-reflective silver surface of the elevator was a beautiful sight to see. Up to this point the only colors were gray, gray, blue, and more gray. It was quickly becoming depressing, being surrounded by only concrete walls. Wait, Blue? Ashley finally noticed that Alastair had found something. Some kind of blue orb, but it is not clear what it came from.
Click! When Ashley moved to get closer to see what Alastair found she accidentally kicked something metal. A sawed off shotgun, a quick job as the edge doesn't seem to be filed smooth, was slightly obscured by the rubble along with who seems to be its previous owner.
Carefully moving the rubble aside the person was defiantly dead. Whoever she was she was some survivor, Ashley guessed with her improvised armor, and has been dead for a little bit.
With the elevator opining Ashley returned the girls shotgun to her before entering the elevator, completely forgetting about what ever Alastair had found. The elevator may not lead out, but it was more than likely the way forward.
'Although the girl had shoes, so who was that I heard running earlier?'(@Assallya) Ashley wondered.

Cosmos

[User]
Yes, his plan had worked!

Oh no; his plan had worked!

The sword dropped from Dog's hand and clattered across the floor as he ducked, gripped the floor with both his arms, and used all his limbs to throw himself out of the way of the incoming rocket. He felt it pass within a hairs breadth of him as she himself rocked into the opposite wall and heard it explode behind him. He caught himself on the wall and kept running at the STARS thing.

He was happy to see that it had focused on him and not one of the others. All three of them were up close and personal with it now. Something had to be done about that weapon. If it fired at its own feet it would get them all. As Dog closed in he considered his options. He couldn't use his teeth for this, he knew that. Zombies were all carriers of some deadly disease and even if he was designed to eat corpses he didn't want to risk that. There had never been anything like a zombie virus before.

Luckily for him his companions had giver him an option. As Dog got close he scooped up the mace Mikkish had thrown earlier that was still lying at the Starts monsters feet and spun with it, putting all his power into a blow aimed at the wrist of the hand that held the rocket launcher, to break it and keep the thing from firing again.

[Assistant] Vinashy dives from the ceiling, and slams his scythe deep into the creacher's chest. He tears the scythe out of it, flips away, and points the end at the monster zombie in a guarding block.

[User]
As his feet landed on the face of the monster, Zanni jumped off and landed next to Dog(@Gentlemanvaultboy). His hands and knives were now covered in unkown liquids, originating from the hostile creature.

"What's next?"

[Assistant]
Dog's blow hit the monster's wrist dead on, but did...nothing. Even with enhanced strength, like Mikkish, it was like hitting a brick wall. This didn't mean Dog or Mikkish were weak, no. The mace even bent at the handle when Mikkish threw it, and Dog's hit with it caused the spiked ball part to fly off.

Potato@Shadow Dragon
As the knives had drawn what must have been the creature's blood from the tentacle, it immediately retreated back into Nemesis like a person retreats their hand from a hot pan. This was only a short lived victory though as just as the tentacle retreated into its hand, several tentacles burst from its chest where Vinashy had stabbed it. They wiggled menacingly, like pissed off worms.

The thing then whipped it's rocket launcher around to hit everyone closeby (which was everyone.) Mikkish dodged, though barely, and found himself in a mosh of zombies, who he was now occupied fighting off with his magic induced strength.

[User]
It was cold.

 Then again it was always cold to Slaen, a warrior of Helhiem. It was dark, that he wasn't used to, and it smelled of beer... wait. Beer?! Slaen shot up like arrow, and immediately summoned his axe, Fojrug. He looked for the source of the stench, and found a broken glass bottle, which he didn't recognize. Next to it were bottles still intact. He picked one up and pried the cap off with his axe blade. The flavor was richer than he remembered. But what was he doing on the mortal plane? Then he heard a boom. "Odin's Beard! The fresh hell was that?" and he went towards the source.

@Strong Potato@Shadow Dragon

 Slaen was on a ledge looking over a large area with five beings in it he didn't know, and a host of undead, but two he sensed were dead and cold as the grave and conscious. Four were fighting the largest one, a horribly scarred abomination wielding an unknown device. After a moment of watching, he determined it was a boom stick and that it was his enemy. He looked at Fojrug in his hand and it's blade glowed cold and permafrost leaving his hands. "By Lady Hel, you soul will freeze for eternity starting today." and he jumped off, preparing to cleave the beasts arm off with a mighty roar. "For Lady Hel!!!"

[Assistant] "What it this thing made of? Squids?" He spins and tears through the zombies surrounding Mikkish, and vaults over them to dodge more tentacles. He throws his scythe at it, immbeding it in its chest, severing several of them.

[User]
Dogs eyes were drawn to the motion of the maces metal head as it rolled away across the floor, and since he was the closest one when the behemoth began it's spin the tube of the rocket launcher caught him full in the side and sent him skipping across the floor and through the display windows of a nearby men's boutique.

As he pulled the coat that had fallen on his head and looked up from his place atop a pile of broken mannequins he clutched his side to try and stem the growing aura of pain he felt from the blow. What had the built hat thing out of? That wasn't flesh, there's no way that was flesh. It had been more like swinging into a slab of iron.

He looked up at the shout of a battle cry, noticing that someone else new had chosen to join the fight. Unfortunately he was going about it the same was the rest of them had, moving in to bash the thing in melee, and that...that wasn't working. Cutting it made the worms come out, he wasn't sure that was a good thing but it was a damn sight more progress than he or Mikkish had made. He pulled himself out of the window while trying to think of some other way he could try and fight that thing, trying to formulate some other strategy he could use.

His eyes lit up when he spotted a red box on the wall, it's clear glass front displaying a hose wrapped up inside. Yeah, yeah, maybe if he couldn't hurt it he could at least do something to disorient it while the others where hacking away. He ran over to the case and ripped out the door, pulling the hose out while the monster was still consumed with the warrior, and turned it in the monsters direction before spinning the nozzle and unleashing a torrent of his pressure water at the things head to try and disorient it.


[System]
Sabre06

Military Rank: Sargent
Age:28

Sex:Male

Appearance:

Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.

Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.

 Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.

 Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.

 Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.

 Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.

 He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.

Specializations:

 Natural Ability:
 Survival skills
 Over watch
 Stealth
 Expert marksman
 Mechanical SKills

 Augmentations:
 Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors

 Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.

 Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.

 Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment.

[User]
"Yes, sir" Scott said to the monitor with a short salute. With that, the monitor powered down and a click could be heard from the door as it unlocked electronically. "Alright everyone, enough waiting around. Follow me."

Leaving the room, there was a hallway spanning left-to-right. Once everyone was outside, Scott lead the group down the hall to the left. The facility they were currently located in was on Earth, and as such there was a certain high-class aesthetic about the building. Hardly any dust on the floors, the walls and ceiling free of marks or dents. After about three minutes of walking they stopped in front of a large gate. This was an elevator shaft, meant to be used by whole platoons and possibly even fit a small vehicle. As he called the elevator to the current floor, a low whirring sound came from below. It seemed like an eternity before the elevator finally reached the current floor. The gates opened, and Scott stepped onto the large platform which echoed a hollow metallic sound beneath his boots. "Everyone, please step onto the platform. We're heading down. Doc, you can take it from here."

[Assistant]
Jax sat in his chair as he stopped playing with his knife and soon returned it to the sheath on his belt. He waited for every member of the team to stand up and move out of the room before he finally fallowed suit. He was used to bringing up the rear, so it felt most familiar to him even in simple situations like this. Keeping a few steps back he fallowed everyone along the hallway. He looked around as he did as well. The building was so, clean and proper. He honestly hadn't seen anything like it in a very long time. Most of the time operating out of a ship or station, going to places that were even less well maintained some times. That was the nature of the beast though. Everyone on earth had power and money, it makes since that every thing is well maintained. Soon enough though they arrived at the elevator shaft. He kept to hime self and observed the others, watching them as they waited.

 After time seemed to pass by slower waiting on the elevator, but finally it arrived. Moving he leaned against the railings on the side of it. Even the rails on this fright elevator was sturdy. He'd been on some elevators that you doubted would make it the floor you wanted, and it was miracle when you did. Reaching up he pushed just underneath this left ear. The cybernetics in his eyes coming to life. Soon every one was highlighted and there names and saber numbers were shown. It even showed life signs. He assumed these were readings from there own IFFs. He decided to leave him active, as the elevator came to life and they were soon on there way to retrieve equipment.

[User]
Saf could feel Sgt Orion walking behind her and it made her spine itch even more than the jack ports which had been installed down her back. She didn't trust him, and even though knew that when they were out in the field he would be watching over her she needed some kind of assurance he wouldn't be saving a round for her.

Hanging back from the rest of the group slightly she took her chance as they waited for the elevator to turn on her new teammate with what she hoped was a friendly smile.

"We good?" She asked, her tone level and precise. She'd noticed he didn't like talking much, so she kept her question as brief as she could.

[Assistant]
Seth raised his eyebrows at 09's question of her status with 06. Hmm... Her speech style has adapted to 06's speech patterns. She's not showing any emotion. Short, clipped sentence. She must be worried that a highly trained sniper would keep a grudge against his own teammate. Highly unlikely, since in combat, this team has greater things to think about than a tiff that occurred off the battlefield. His attire assumes that he's either been off duty for an extended period of time or he is either in or has recently been in highly secretive military/federal operations. The latter is most likely, since we're called 'the best of the best'. This leads to the assumption that 06 would not be motivated to assault, let alone kill, a member of his squad purely for a spat. Especially since it has the possibility of jeopardizing an operation.
 Once he got on the elevator with the others, Seth shifted his eyes over to 06 for a response. Meanwhile, he takes notes and makes predictions.
-Calculation: 06 will use two or less words, including a slight nod of the head. Thus, 09 will either nod in response, if she continues this personality adaptation of 06, or she will smile and thank him, if she reverts to her own personality, originally exhibited in the briefing room.
-Observation: 09 seems to be trying to get on people's 'good side', at least since her spat with 06.
-Note: no biases or initial connotations should be used when speaking to 09 to avoid possible misinterpretations or aggravations. Trust, and possibly inferiority, issues have been causing extreme emotional bursts. Volatility could be a weakness. Or, redirected, can be a possible distraction method against enemy units. Hm... With the last two mental sentences, Seth contemplates the thought of 09 being used as a one-(wo)man distraction battalion.

[User]
"I certainly hope so, Zero-Nine. This will be a long ride." Cyprian answered Saffron's question, though it was directed at another. His tone returned to its bright and cheery attitude and stood out against hers. The elevator was one of industrial use, all eight occupants easily fit inside with plenty of room to spare. It was these kinds of lifts that would transport heavy machinery to different levels of the the structure. Cyprian selected the desired floor, and the lift lurched into motion.

The lift's decent caused those inside to feel lighter in weight. In reality, the falling platform reduces the "normal force" that pushes against the people standing on it, since the object applying the force is moving away from the object that the force is being applied to. It is actually this normal force that is felt by a person standing on a surface. Therefore, the apparent gravitational force felt by those on the moving platform is reduced.

Cyprian was very close to explaining all of this on the way down, were it not for the beautiful scenery that made itself visible through windows that would periodically flash past the elevator. Looking outside, Cyprian and anyone else who looked saw the starry backdrop of deep space shimmering behind beacons of light that marked the presence of satellite structures. The bright sun light peaked from around a massive body that covered almost all of the field of vision downward. Peering down, one could see white clouds swirling and streaking across vibrant blue oceans, and green masses of land. Off to the side was a grey sphere far off in the distance. Only the lower half of this sphere was illuminated.

"Ahhhh... Earth truly is a magnificent sight, isn't she?" Cyprian held his head in his hands as he pressed his face against the window, a bit too eager to take in the view as the party descended closer and closer towards the planet's surface.

[Assistant]
As she watched the starscape slide past the viewport Saf couldn't help but be taken aback. SHe'd seen the station when she'd arrived, but the passenger shuttle had had its back to Earth and so all she'd seen were the stark metal columns and support braces holding the structure together, something she'd seen hundreds of times before during her military career. The sheer overwhelming beauty of the Earth took her breath away every time she saw it though and today was no exception.

It was good to have such an obvious reminder of exactly what they were fighting for, especially before what was sure to turn out to be a very dangerous mission. Tearing her eyes away from the blue pearl for a moment Saf eyed her new CO carefully, was this a deliberate form of manipulation on his part? After all, it would've made far more sense to have had the team muster in the bay they were in transit to rather than the briefing room which had had a distinct lack of briefing.

[User]
Jax shockingly remained quite during the elevator trip. He heard Saf's question but honestly didn't think to dignify it with a response, His personal feelings on her wouldn't change after just a few minutes. With Saf though that answer would simply stir things up. He kept leaning against the railing as soon he looked up and out the window to see the earth outside that view port. It had been a very long time. This being closest he had been to the 3rd rock in nearly a decade. Looking at it though he felt little attachment, His family was military he spent most of his life in an orbiting station where his parents where. Looking at that rock he didn't even really know what it looks like on the surface, his only extended time there was for his training when he initially joined and again when he Went to scout sniper. Some of the others were more overwhelmed by the site as he looked back down.

 His eyes closed as he reached up and scratched the under side of his chin. Though he hit something and his eye site changed. Looking up mostly everything was black, except for a blue glow that emitted from things, Wires, the motor of the elevator, looking at his team some of the bigger implants had lit up. Apparently he had EMF...something that could be useful, Reaching up he clicked it again, a thermal vision, Every thing was in black and white, hotter objects glowed white as colder were darker and black, he looked around seeing his teammates, one thing he noticed is that they were hot, hotter than normal people. That is something he would keep in mind for the future. Clicking again there was a night vision, though he flinched a bit and quickly clicked it over back to his normal tactical mode. He wished there was a form of what he called 'thumper' vision. It was simple and picked up vibrations, it helped cause it showed heart beats. Though for now he wouldn't worry about it, He was sure they would have calibrations and regular maintenance and would bring it up then.


[System]
Age: 8 years old

Sex: Male

Appearance:
As depicted in the picture above and stands roughly at 3ft 1 inch tall.

Role: Warrior (Scout) and Hunter

Abilities:

* Now you see me... - Due to his irregular choice of apparel, he tends to stand out in a group of normal goblins.
* ...Now you don't. - Even so, he is exceptionally skilled in keeping hidden and moving silently...well for a goblin that is.
* Griz be nimble. - Griz may not be as strong as most of the other warriors, but he sure is one of the fastest and most dexterous of them all.
* Hits *just* right. - Griz's choice of weaponry may not be intimidating like a morningstar or a battle axe, but he sure knows how to use them to maximum effect.
* Hunter's Intuition. - Griz is at home in the wilderness just as he is in the village. He is knowledgable in survival skills as well as hunting skills.
* Pyrophobic. - Due to an incident when he was a youngling, Griz is extremely wary around large open flames.

Clothing/Equipment:

* Black Hooded Cloak. - A cloak made from dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Black Leather Shorts. - A pair of shorts made with dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Cloth Hand and Foot Wraps. - Strips of cloth used to muffle and offer mild protection to the hands and feet.
* Iron Hunting Knife. - A simple single-edged knife meant for hunting animals. Griz's most reliable weapon.
* Wood Short Bow and Arrows. - Mundane bow and arrows made from the wood of the surrounding trees. Griz's favoured weapon.

[User]
As the scout party had returned with their kill, and begun to celebrate as it was split up. Koglan had vanished into his forge for a time. But shortly returned. Hefting a huge cleaver blade. And before all with a large mad grin on his face he'd brought it down with a hard grunt of effort. The blade crashing through flesh, bone and meat with crazy ease. The paw just up to the joint falling free. He'd grinned, "Yes fine indeed. A simple price."

He'd looked at the scout party, "When you are ready come see me and I will repair your gear. No other price but this." He grins, "Yes this will do fine." He'd of course accepted a little of the meat, as it was passed out, but he'd not taken more then he was offered. Within hours of returning he'd removed the robe, and hung up the paired warhammers among the armory in the forge. Ready to be used again by anyone who came to ask. But no he'd donned his smiths apron again. And the forge had blazed back into heat. Heat haze rising from the top.

Powerful arms, gained from his work, those same arms that had swung those hammers so well not all that long ago had swung a different hammer. A look of glee on his face, "Yes this will be a new masterwork for me!" Had been heard many times as the old Smith had worked.

[Assistant]
Griz had his fair share of wannabe suitors vying for a mate that could provide during the winter but, to be honest, he was all set for the cold months and planned to donate his share to the community granary. A handful of the girls picked up on the lack of interest and moved on to goblins like Rom; who was grinning ear to ear with two of the prettiest goblinesses on each arm that solicited his attention and the rest following him. "Griz, my friend, loosen up. We've done a great feat and didn't even find any traces of those Blue Feet. Do the tribe a favor and take a mate or two." Rom finishes with a hearty chortle and pulling the goblinesses closer to him and wandering away deeper into the village.

The comment caused the hooded goblin to let out a sigh. "That's what's putting me on edge. We didn't find any traces." He said while carving out his share of the owlbear. A sizable shank of the hind leg. Koglan took his share and gave the rest instructions on what to do after this. Griz gave the elder goblin a nod and saw him off wandering back to his forge likely.

With more and more of the females taking the hint and dispersing, only a few remained. A gatherer he had bred a few moon cycles ago with a sizable bump beginning to emerge, a warrior sizing him up and eyeing him as if he were a piece of prime cut meat, and eldest daughter of the shaman. "You do realize that I'm donating all my share, right? I understand the gatherer as it is her right and my duty to feed her whenever she wants, but what about the rest of you?"

The gatherer was first to speak. "We-well yes but I-I just wanted to see if you were oka-."

She was then interrupted by the warrior. "YOU WILL BE A SUITABLE MATE. OUR OFFSPRING SHALL BE QUICK AND POWERFUL. I WILL COME BY YOUR HUT LATER THIS EVENING. IT IS SETTLED." The saying was off but he could assume that this female warrior was somewhat related to the elderly smith. Maybe a daughter of his? A daughter's daughter?

His thoughts were ceased when he felt the sensation of a salve being applied to his wound. The daughter of the shaman had approached him and began applying a healing salve to his wound. "Peculiar...peculiar...indeed." She muttered to herself as Griz just stared at the strange gobliness. "Uhh..." "Your peculiar behavior has earned my attention...strange hunter." She said while finishing dressing his wound.

Griz slowly backed away from the gobliness and gave her a wide berth as he walked around her. He was thankful for the treatment and the attention, but this was simply too strange for him....then who was he to say? He was the goblin that willingly clothed himself more than necessary and chose a dagger over a sword, axe, club, or spear.

Eccentrics attracted other eccentrics, he supposed.

[User]
Breden's ears perked up for a moment when he heard the loud gobliness shout at Griz. A few months ago, this would have startled him. Now, he took one look at the gobliness and felt pity for her. She was a self-styled warrior and he didn't doubt that she had some skill with the stone knives she had on a belt around her waist. Her loud manner and average looks told him that her "brave warrior" routine was a way of getting attention from the stronger males, who would normally pass over a plain-looking gobliness in favor of the more attractive females. The poor lady had probably gone a while without a mate, and even if her looks didn't turn off her desired mates, her eccentric behavior certainly would. As it was, females were too important as mothers to send off to a battle, and the tribe would have to be very desperate indeed to risk them in combat. One male and several females would work just as well as an equal number of each after taking serious losses in a war, but the reverse wouldn't do anything to help replace losses as fast.

The younger hunter and newly-minted warrior cut off a part of the owlbear and delivered it to the granary, as he had promised. He took his share of the meat in a sack the granary guard had been nice enough to give him. It was no wonder why the guard had been kind; she was the only female on duty protecting the granary. It was a volunteer position and a rather boring one at that, assigned only to goblins trusted by the chief. Older goblins and females who wanted to take up arms often had that role, and Breden suspected that the ladies assigned to the easiest job in the tribe were the same who the chief took a fancy to. Were Breden a human, he might have thought that it was a rather questionable thing to do, handing out tasks based on favors in bed. Goblins didn't see it that way, though. It wasn't a favor for the chief, nor was it a favor for the females; it was just something they did when they were relaxed, well-fed, and safe. Only hunger, age, or illness would dull that flame in an adult of their species, mostly.

That said, there were exceptions, Breden had heard tales of goblins taking up the lives of a druid, living in the wilderness apart from a tribe and operating on a different set of norms, as if they were an entire tribe of shamans. Before anyone could consider any of that, they had one more issue to resolve.

"Griz, you don't think there's a connection between the Blue Foot... Blue Feet...? Th-the tribe who's causing us trouble and the owlbear we just killed, do you? And- excuse me, I don't need any of that salve, please. How about we meet tomorrow? I've got to deal with this for now. I-I don't mean to sound rude, but it is important." The shaman's daughter backed off from Breden, giving him a naughty look. She hadn't been laying hands on him to help his wounds.

"So, Griz. Blue Feet tribe. You think they're gonna cause trouble this winter?" Winters in this land tended to be mild, but there were exceptions, and this season was shaping up to be one of them. There might even be snow this time around, something the goblins of the Forest Tribe hadn't prepared for.

[Assistant]
In his opinion the social orders of other goblin tribes seemed strange, well at least strange for Twig that is. Greslarch had tracked the scouting party to the tribe after stumbling upon them as they transported their quarry. In retrospect neither Twig nor his battle-scarred companion were in a hurry to catch up to the hunters and scouts. Curiosity is what drove Twig to follow them, and he found the tribe strange because they seemed extremely organized and seemed to also follow a different philosophy or so he guessed.

Greslarch sniffed the ground and not paying attention bumped Twig through the underbrush and into view with a thump, from where they spied the goblins carrying the owlbear carcass. Swearing under his breath Twig tried to get up slowly, cursing his companions ignorance because he had blown their cover.

[User]
Several members of the Forest Tribe on the fringes of the village saw an unfamiliar goblin poke through the bushes. In this tense atmosphere, the sudden arrival of a strange goblin caused much alarm, especially one with such strange eyes. He clearly wasn't a member of their tribe, but he also wasn't a member of any of their known enemies. Within a few minutes, scared farmers began racing back into the village with news about a stranger showing up.

"Griz, I'm gonna see who that is. You can come along if you like. And ladies, just- just visit me at my hut tomorrow. This is important." He ran off to the outskirts of town, happy to be away from the crowd. It wasn't that he didn't want attention from the females, but there was such a thing as too much at once, and it wasn't like his reputation as a good fighter and hunter was going to vanish in by the next morning. Without looking to see if anyone had followed him, Breden stopped to find a second crowd- much smaller than the one had just left- standing near a weird goblin and a large wolf. The crowd was only equipped with farm tools made of stone and wood, not much of a threat, but they numbered at least a dozen. The entire crowd was made up of older males and a couple of females. Given that males generally didn't farm if they could still hunt, this was to be expected.

"One side, please! Warrior with a metal sword coming through!" He kept the blade Koglan had forged for him sheathed, but he was ready to draw it at a moment's notice. The exotic goblin looked nothing like a Blue Foot. "Who are you, and why have you come?"

[Assistant]
Having pitchforks leveled at you doesn't exactly make for great introductions, Twig tentatively got up and noticed Greslarch step closer and being smart Twig glared at his companion "Down old friend I will call you when I need you!" Twig muttered so only Greslarch heard.

"Hmmph whatever brother" The wolf simply snorted and vanished into the trees, but Twig was distracted by a disturbance in the crowd as a voice called out. The goblin was male and had a metal sword sheathed at his side and after seeing Twig the goblin asked who he was and why he had come.

"I am Twig," he stated his eyes passing their gaze over the crowd "And I am the last Green-Eye and I have come in search of a new home" Twig gazed intently at the warrior.

"But I would also ask who you are?" Twig asked the goblin who addressed him.

[User]
"A Green-Eye?! I-I'm Breden." He looked at Twig, seeing the reason why he was obviously called that. "That's- it's- it's very unusual to have a member of another tribe here. I heard that your tribe was either wiped out or were all druids or something. No one around here really knows what happened to your people, we only heard rumors. We didn't know you were real, even. Maybe it would help if you explained who the Green-Eyes are? Or were? And was it just me, or is that wolf yours? It doesn't look like it was acting like a normal wolf."

If he was a druid, this could be helpful for the Forest Tribe. That said, no group of druids ever took sides in a war without good cause, and it was rare that they interfered with the daily lives of the average goblins. He wasn't even sure if Twig was a druid or not, but his strange appearance certainly lent him a mystical air.

[Assistant]
"If we hadn't seen their scouts in our territory, I would have just thought the owlbear had just reached a bit out of her territory in search for better sources of food. But, unfortunately, this wasn't the case. The area we encountered her was a good distance away from where the latest sighting of a large predator was reported and was starving." Griz said as he deposited his entire share to the village granary. "Owlbears are one of the apex predators of the forest, they won't go out of their territory that far. Something pushed that owlbear out." Griz furrowed his brow and frowned at the thought. "A simple raiding party could probably scare off one...but not for long. I think we'll be facing a warband."

Breden was then distracted by a commotion outside.

"You go on ahead. I have to feed the gatherer before I go to Koglan. Do stay safe." Griz said while turning to the pregnant gobliness and gesturing her to follow. She follows him but grumbles under her breath about Griz not remembering her name.


[System]
Appearance: 5'10, dark blue hair. Ruby eyes, a pair of blue, bat like wings, and a reptilian tail of the same color with a barb on its tip. Pale skin tone and slender in physique.

(minus outfit, add in a tail and the crimson eyes.)
Age: 5,010. (appears around 18)

Powers: Draconic traits, transformation

Crushes/relationships: None

Bio: Reclusive of his past, optimistic to the present and future

Personality: Patient, friendly.

Other: Once a human dracomancer, at some point the spirit of a dragon tricked him into forming a ritual to make the two of them a drakken, resulting in the new being to have a homogeneous mixture of their two souls. While still a dracomancer, Drake tries to shy away from his draconic instincts as half of his 'soul' wishes for the wrath and destruction common with most dragons.

[User] He'd take off, a small gust of fire forming behind him as he swooped to the alleyway. He'd be too focused on the culprit to acknowledge anything else.

[Assistant] Damien looked behind him and saw the demon-man had taken off. Damien picked up his pace, and ran across the beach and into the forest behind it. He ran in for a little bit, then found a creepy-looking ruined doll on the ground by a log. He sent out the doll, and the knife rag doll, running in the direction of where he entered the forest, as he sat behind a tree, chuckling.

[User] "Maybe we can try walking in the city?" Ayaka asked. They always seemed to choose the park so maybe today they could try something new.

[Assistant] Loosing sight of him, Drake would land at the forest entrance, looking around for any sign of movement, his tail coiling and writhing on itself behind him

[User]
@Letmehaveone2 Damien heard someone talking from behind the trees. Maybe Damien could kill them, and push the bodies in front of the demon-man, making him think he killed them. Damien quickly left his hiding spot and stumbled out onto the beach. He had another blade rag doll in his top pocket, ready to strike. He stopped in front of them and asked. "Please I need some help!". But Damien's eyes did not have fear in them, they had murder.

Elsehwhere, the doll and the rag doll caught sight of the demon-man. From behind a bush, the doll spoke in a ghostly, little girl's voice. "You underestimate the power of the toys. I can be anywhere and everywhere, without anyone knowing. I can attack every home in this city. Kill every child. What makes you think you can stop me?".

[Assistant] his face contorted with disgust as he the unknown voice spoke. "Stop hiding and show yourself if you want mercy. Or else ill show you how ill stop you 'toys'". After speaking, Drake opened his jaws as a burning light flowed out of it. Turning his head gauge of firey breath that would graze against trees and earth.

[User] The bush where the doll was, was burnt to a crisp. Out wandered a black, skeletal doll, the knife from the ragdoll clutched in the fingers. "What makes you think I'm anywhere near here? How will you stop me. You can't run around, destroying every toy in the world. What makes you think I care about honour at all? I've already killed one person today. Lets add another one to the list.". The doll leapt at Drake, brandishing the knife.

[Assistant] Truly offended, Drake would bite the knife's blade, cutting up some of his gums but hr clenched his teeth on it regardless. He'd jerk his head to throw the burnt toy off of the weapon

[User]
@Letmehaveone2
Being a Neko, Ayaka sensed no type of fear or urgency in this guy who seemed to be asking for help. To her this was odd. It's been her experience that most people needing help have some sense of urgency or are afraid of something. "Careful Arin, there's something odd about this one," she said to her boyfriend in case he hadn't noticed anything strange.

[Assistant]
@KaijuBaragon
Arin turned towards the man his girlfriend pointed out and nodded. It's a good thing he had telepathy which meant he should be able to tell whatever this guy is really thinking. To his girlfriend, he said, "Thanks for the warning."

[User]
@Letmehaveone2 Damien sensed the scepticism about them, especially the girl. "Careful Arin, there's something odd about this one" he heard the girl quietly say. "Please, I really do need help. I'm being chased by a crazy demon-man." The rag doll began to creep up his pocket, ready for the strike.

The doll was thrown off the blade, and was thrown to the side. It smashed against a rock, and broke apart. The head let out an insane laugh, a cold, terrifying laugh, before going silent.

[Assistant]
Avary walked over to where he saw a cat person talking with a couple other people.
"I don't like this Avary." Ren said walking next to him.
"Mrow." Sabine said rubbing up against his leg.
"Neither do I, but this is our best shot until we figure out what to do." Avary reassured them. "Let's go meet some new people."

[User] @Letmehaveone2 @Ninkitty Damien turned around, to see some more people heading his away. His blood red eyes quickly turned to an expression of murder, then changed back to neutrality. Damien would have to be fast with the blade doll now. He would have to kill these people before they even registered what was going on. Damien called over to the approaching people. "Hello, can you help me?". Damien sensed that the doll he was using to fight Drake had been destroyed. He would be heading here soon.

[Assistant] "Sure, what do you need?" Avary asked, wondering what was going on, while making sure Ren was behind him.

[User] Cringing at the cynical laugh Drake quickly regained focus and would go silent, listening for any sign of sentient life. Hearing a conversation in the distance, he would jolt towards the source, going through foilage as a beach was starting to enter his vision. Blood was now trickling from Drake's mouth as he dropped the knife from his jaws.

[Assistant] "Alright." Bartholomew says, rising out of the pile of bear themed things, acting as though he was a dragon protecting his horde. "Today's agenda, beg for food. go to the beach to try and pick up chicks, and finally buy lotto tickets because i'm really lucky as of late." Bartholomew did not know that not as much time passed as he thought, but he also didn't really care, he just really wanted more food. Bartholomew puts on something similar to street clothing, though still bear themed, and walks towards IHOP, a positive bounce in his steps.

[User] Matt reached IHOP and paraded into the restaurant only to be soon kicked out for going against the 'no shoes, no shirt, no service policy.' He mubled swears under his breath as he begin to paint onto his right arm. Matt couldn't help but look up when he noticed a quite jolly fellow with the scent of a bear. Was he a hobo? Who knows Matt can't judge anyone since he doesn't have a shirt or shoes and is attempting to get into a public place in that fashion. While Matt continued to draw his makeshift shirt he attempted to grab the attention of the guy in hopes to spark a conversation. "Uh... Hey bear dude!" He waved him over to reassure the man bear that he was talking to him. The usual person wouldn't start small talk with a random person on the street but heck! Matt isn't usual and so is the man bear so everything was fine. It wasn't long until Matt finished drawing his short sleeve black T-shirt that had the words 'Chick Magnet' and showed a baby chick and an actual magnet on it. He snapped his fingers and 'poof'. The shirt was now an actual wool shirt that Matt slipped into. As he awaited for the bear man to come into speaking range Matt begin to draw some sandles.

[Assistant] Bartholomew stares at the man, before slowing raising his hands. "I don't have any money, don't mug me please." Bartholomew smelled like french fry grease, and wet dog. "I have some teddy bears on my person, I don't know where but you can probably make some money off of them!" Bartholomew stood ghostly still, as if this goofy shirtless man seemed like a demon to him.

[User]
@dragonmancer@Letmehaveone2
Ayaka did catch that quick switch in expression in this guy's eyes. Someone new came up and actually asked what he needed help with. "He needs help with figuring out who to pick on," she said to answer Avary's question. "It's obvious to me you don't need any help and that you're doing this with something devious in mind. So if you don't mind, stop spouting that nonsense."

[Assistant]
"OK, thanks for the advice?" Avary said wondering what was going on.
"Come on Avary, come on Ren," Sabine, Avary's cat, piped up, "Let's go these people obviously have their own problems."
"Yeah, let's go Avary, this is weird." Ren said, pulling on Avary's arm.

[User]
Damien said nothing. Instead, he laughed, an insane, cold, maniacal laugh. The doll burst from his pocket and lunged at the girl, the small blade spinning.

[I have to go to bed, so I won't be replying for several hours.]

[Assistant]
@KaijuBaragon
Seeing what the doll was about to do, Arin's eyes narrowed. No one, but no one messed with his girlfriend. "Don't touch my girl." He warned, trying to stay as calm as he could.

[User]
@KaijuBaragon
Ayaka saw the doll and pretty much wondered whether or not she was supposed to be scared. She could tell Arin was getting upset about it. Regardless, Ayaka just formed a tornado around both her and Arin while making sure Damian and the doll got hit with as much wind as possible hoping it would be strong enough to get both away from her and her boyfriend. She was also using her wind powers to keep both her and Arin firmly on the ground.

[Assistant]
"WHAT THE!?" Avary yelled, referring to the living, murderous doll.
Sabine turned into his full demon form and Ren leaped at the doll while Avary unsheathed his sword and charged the doll as well.

[User] @Letmehaveone2 @Ninkitty Damien continued to laugh maniacally as the girl formed a tornado. He could he people yelled behind him. "I'm afraid I shall touch whoever I want kill anyone I want. I'll kill you. I'll slowly slit your throats, kill your young children, young brothers. Everyone has a toy!" Damien shouted over the wind. He dug his hand into the ground as the rest of his body was dragged up. He just carried on laughing like a maniac.

[Assistant]
The sidewalk was splashed in small, dried streaks of blood. Graeme stepped tentatively over them - while he wasn't particularly disgusted by it, he didn't want to ruin his shoes either. He was new to the city, just passing through, and perhaps blood on the streets was a normal occurrence. It would have been a strange ritual, but not that outlandish.

His stay had been faring him well. He had eaten in one of the local shops, and had purchased a "Triple whopper jaw stopper" from a confectionery. Of course, he couldn't eat it just yet. His mask wasn't really to be taken off in public. He'd gotten some strange looks but he'd been wearing it long enough to be used to them. Graeme found it strange that people would glance, stare for a second and then look away quickly. Maybe that's just how people were.

Through the metallic scent of his guise, Graeme smelt the clear, crisp ocean spray. He looked to the left, and the sun began to set along the horizon, above the waves. Perhaps a stroll on the beach would be pleasant, he thought to himself as he set off to the sandy shore.

[school now so I may not be able to write more for a while]

[User]
@Overlord24@Letmehaveone2
What is wrong with this guy? Ayaka thought as she watched as he seemed to be trying to stay on the ground. Since Avary, Ren, and Sabine still seemed to be around the area, Ayaka made sure the wind from her tornado didn't pick either of them up. She only wanted to get this crazy weirdo away from all of them.

[Assistant]
@overlord24 @ninkitty @letmehaveone2

Seeing the toy man from before amidst the dangerous and seemingly random tornado, Drake would leap into the air, resisting the force long enough to grab hold of his legs, his hands morphing into scaly claws as I locked onto my foot. With the aid of the tornado my wings started to flap about to help in tearing them off the ground. Trickles of flames were trailing off of my feet, tail, and wings, dissipating in the wind

[User] @Letmehaveone2 @dragonmancer Damien felt something grasp his foot. He looked down to see Drake holding on with a scaly hand. Damien continued laughing, then said to the tornado girl: "Goodbye. I'll be back for that pretty throat of yours.". Damien let go, sending him and Drake shooting away.

[Assistant] Arin started to get real angry once he took in all of this guy's threats and of course, he had to give one last warning. The one he would say right before he transforms. "Never get me mad." He hadn't transformed yet, but the warning should of been a good hint that he was about to if this guy didn't stop. And then the doll obsessed man(:P) had seemed to leave them alone for now.

[User] To reduce impact damage I would grasp onto the cloaked figure with both arms, legs, and tail, preventing him from taking too much damage as my back would hit the earth and skid across the sand.once I started to get up I would force the stranger back against the sand with my claw at his throat. Held back rage burning within my eye as I panted from fatigue and exhaustion, blood still leaking from my wound dripping all over the man's clothes


[System]
Age: 25
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 178 lbs
Description:
Biography: He is originally from Lansing, Michigan, growing up working. He started work as a warehouse laborer at 16, up until joining the army at 19. He went in as an infantryman with an airborne contract, thinking that it would be highspeed or fun. After getting through training and going to his unit, he was soon disillusioned and became a bit of a sham artist, becoming rather averse to working for the army.

He's been deployed once to Afghanistan while he was with 82nd Airborne Division, Fort Bragg being his first duty station. He spent nine months in country. He never saw combat, as there wasn't much going on in country at the time of his deployment. Regardless, he became a very experienced soldier, remaining at the rank of specialist.

He's been at the rank of specialist for four years now and he doesn't seem concerned in the slightest about moving up on the ladder. He's never been one to care about the rank structure, and has been a particularly rebellious soldier. He just doesn't like pricks and pricks seem to gather in the Army. The worst part about pricks in the army is they ranking up faster than anyone else, and that leaves Otis very indifferent to authority at times. The words "fuck you, sergeant" have been heard on occasion from him.

You will rarely see him spend more than an hour on any detail. He's gotten good at escaping from work details.

Possessions: Two duffle bags and a rucksack, crammed with everything he has been issued by the army plus hygiene items and entertainment items. He also has a civilian bag filled with civilian clothes and an extra pair of shoes, a laptop, phone charger, and a toothbrush and toothpaste.

Other: He listens to loud metal, alternative, and Dropkick Murphys.

[User]
Danica nodded towards Armend and then looked over towards Otis. "Well I'm Danica, follow us if you want to live type thing," she said before turning back to Armend and placing her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, the inquisition is over for now," she said with a smile before she walked over to Sean and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. "You have got to toughen up or I won't be the only one laying into you," she remarked before picking up his tripod and shoving it into his chest.

 Sean grumbled under his breath and Danica snapped around to look at him. "What was that?" she asked as she rose a brow.

 "Nothing," he answered and went back to mumbling. Danica just shook her head and followed Zomura to the compound; looking up at the walls and the gate. "Wonder if the gate is strong enough to hold out a horde or if it would be better to reinforce it somehow," she muttered to herself before walking through the gate with Sean in tow; letting out a low whistle as she looked around. "Got yourselves your own little paradise here, nice," she said as she continued to follow.

 Nodding towards Zomura as he said to make themselves at home; she found a place to sit down and took off her shoes, shaking out some gravel that had worked their way into them. Sighing she looked over to the group. Compounds were great, but they always seemed to be either over run by someone else later on or by Zombies that popped up within as people died from anything from illness to a trip down the stairs. At least that was how it worked in the movies and the shows.

 Leaning back Danica looked up for a bit, she had a lot of nervous energy running through her from the jump earlier in the day and everything else that had happened. Right now she wanted to find a rock face and just climb but she knew it wasn't an option. Sliding her shoes back on she looked around again, seeing Sean pacing and decided to just leave him alone for now.

[Assistant]
Armend almost laughed, "the inquision, vhat a show, oy oy."

 Before long the group had made it's way to a guarded gate. Armend was hoping for more of a large stone wall type deal, so immediately his mind started to think of fall back plans should the zombies figure out how to get around it.

 His eyebrows perked when the thought of a resupply entered his mind. Doubling up on equipment was definitely a good start to any apocalypse. The only problem was he had an ingrained distrust for people he didn't quite understand, as bad as that may sound, he couldn't shake it and he wasn't about to stroll around an armed base alone with such distrust. He looked at the tired looking group he had arrived with and decided to opt for the one he felt enough trust towards to lend her his gun.

 He reached out, blinking away a sudden forest breeze that rolled in from the tree tops, honeying his nostrils with a sweet aroma. Two gloved fingers touched her shoulder and he all but whispered, as if his idea was against some hidden rule.

 "Vant to make your thirty bullets to sixty?" He nodded towards a rather armory looking building of grey stone that contrasted against the soft pink blossoms of the cherry trees. He continued, "I vouldn't mind a better hand to hand veapon myzelf, just in case, yes."

[User]
Otis sighed, and nodded after seeing that the man in front of him finally lowered his weapon. "Alright, that's better." He shrugged. The southern female spoke to him one last time, before they headed out. "Otis Yates and I'll take you up on that offer. I do like living." He said, looking down and taking a gulp of his salive. The only thing that made him nervous right now was the fact that he couldn't get back to the Tokyo Garrison. It looked like he would be stuck in Japan for all of this zombie business.

He had not realized this little spat he had on the road was more and that this whole country was falling apart. It wouldn't be particularly exciting to live like this. Perhaps they could stop it before it hit the rest of the world. In the mean time, Otis needed to get back to his battalion. Seeming as there was thousands of hungry lunatics between him and the Tokyo Garrison, that was a little impossible.

When they arrived at the compound Otis let his weapon hang by one hand, strolling through the gate. He noted the men in suits wielding AKs. "Yakuza. Ahhhhh." He said. He continued to walk behind the group, until they were told of an armory. Otis's interest was aroused by this prospect and he bee-lined towards the building they had noted as an armory. "YUUUUUUS." He stepped up to the building and noted that there wasn't the army organization that he was so used to. With that, he stepped inside and looked around.

A grin appeared on his face. It was Christmas for the infantryman. A ton of weapons, all new and not abused. They all seemed to have good finish on them, probably hadn't been used by a thousand different people, and hadn't had the oblivion cleaned out of them. Otis looked through until he came to the most familiar weapon; an M249. "HAHA, FUCK NO." He diverted his attention to the weapon that would have the most ammo in Japan.

It was the Howa Type 89. He had looked up the equipment of the JGSDF long before he had come before. The Howa was the standard issue rifle for their military and probably the most ammo around the country, if any, was the 5.56. Of course that was for rifles. There ought to be a good amount of shotguns throughout the country, so he could count on finding ammo for that.

With that he took the Type 89, and started collecting magazines. They had the regular STANAG mags, so he was at least familiar with that. Otherwise, it might be something to get used to. Otis started loading all of the mags he had gathered. Next thing on the agenda was to find some kind of a magazine holder, something like a magazine bandoleer, or a field combat load carrier. He would look like some kind of partisan resistance fighter if he was wearing that.

"Alright, everyone go ahead and go full auto if you wanna DIE!" He said loudly, to anyone who was present with him in the armory.

[Assistant]
Danica sat up and unzipped her hoodie, shrugging it off her shoulders before laying it over her lap and taking a moment to enjoy the air. Feeling a touch to her shoulder she glanced over to see Armend there and tilted her head at his words before glancing over towards the armory building before looking back over to him. "That sounds like a good idea, the Swartz is strong with you," she said with a laugh before standing up and tying the hoodie around her waist and retrieving the gun he had given her. "I need something I can put this in other than my pack anyways. A holster or something would be a lot better than a jacket pocket," she said as she picked up her pack and slung it over her shoulder.

Turning she made her way towards the armory before glancing over towards Sean. "You may want to trade out that tripod for something a bit more durable," she said before continuing on her way. Sean looked over to her and nodded as he began to follow suit.

 "Looks like you won't be able to add to your ink work for a while," Sean quipped as he walked up next to her and touched her back; narrowing her eyes slightly as she reached back and grabbed his hand twisting it around and pushing him away. "Bloody hell woman!"

 "I have told you for six years, your mits don't touch me Irish," she snapped before looking over to Armend and pointing to Sean. "Darth Helmet," she said with a smirk before patting him on the shoulder. "And your Lonestar," she said chuckling slightly and pushing her way into the armory and glancing around. Stopping in her tracks as she heard Otis and perking a brow. "Wow, we got Scarface in here. Should we say hello to your little friend?" she said as she laughed before walking further into the armory and taking a look around.

[User]
Armend laughed as he snagged a cylinder flashbang to replace the one he had tossed at the warehouse, sliding it next to two others and three fragmentation grenades. He shook his head and smiled, opening a box of ammunition and turned to face Danica, "Does zat make you prinzess Vespa?" He joked.

 After stuffing and replacing his spare clips with 5.56 he slide them back onto his suit and walked by Danica to check out a few of the more historic weapons the Yakuza had hanging from the walls. He gripped the handle of one of the hanging japanese swords and lifted it from it's place, "I zee your Zwartz is as big as mine!" He joked as he weighed it in his palm. The blade flashed in the air, catching what light there was to offer. It seemed extremely sharp and the make well balanced, he figured it would do well as a last resort weapon. With an approving look on his face he started looking around for a way to carry it on himself.

 His fingers brushed by a leather holster fit for a pistol and he tossed it back towards Danica while he continued his search, "for the gun."

[Assistant]
Danica looked over to Armend and laughed lightly. "Funny, I don't look druish," she said in a gentle voice as she began to comb through what was available in the armory; raising a hand and catching the holster that he tossed her. Placing it around her waist and letting it ride above her hip before sliding the gun securely on place she smirked. "Just like Blazing Saddles?" she asked as she pretended to draw, making a gun out of her hand, pointing two fingers towards Sean. "Reach for the sky!"

 Sean became startled and jumped pulling the trigger of a a gun he was holding and shooting himself in the foot. Danicas hands came to her mouth swiftly as she gasped. Sean dropped the gun on the table and started jumping around on one foot before falling to the ground. "Mother of Mary, Jesus Christ, hail Mary, fucking Christ on a cracker!" He screamed.

 Danica stood there frozen in shock for a moment before she began to chuckle, keeping her hands to her mouth; the chuckle slowly turned into outright laughing mirth as she fell to her knees, one hand on a table and the other holding her side as she continued to laugh uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasped for air and her face turned blood red.

[User]
"Scarface? That can be my new nickname." Otis said, as he ran through a functions check of the weapon. It was simple for the most part. He just had no idea how to field strip it, so cleaning would be a difficult. He would figure out how to field strip it on his own. As for now, he needed to find a strap for his weapon. It came in the form of a tan nylon strap with two clips, one on each end. It was a good length and he could adjust it easy enough.

Next problem was the field load combat carrier. He found a simple nylon belt that had suspenders with magazine pouches on one side(assuming it was the front). It had a good amount of magazine room, so he put it on and started stuffing magazines into it. Then he started unloading his backpack, keeping a few pairs of clothes and dumping out the laptop and the extra shoes. After that, he started collecting and filling magazines and throwing them in his backpack.

He would be a juggernaut. It was best not to have a machinegun if you wanted to travel light and get anywhere. Of course the light infantry that was supposed to be the embodiment of airborne never really traveled that light. They would usually end up with a hundred pounds of gear or more. Especially Otis, who was the SAW gunner in his team. He despised the SAW, as it was head weighted, and you carried almost the same weight as a 240 gunner, except you had to carry it all yourself and you had no ammo bearer or assistant gunner. Not to mention you also had to clear rooms with your team.

His concentration was suddenly destroyed when he heard a gunshot and he looked up to see the whiny Irishman dancing around with a bleeding foot. "You fucking retard. That's what you get when you don't allow your people to have guns. They kill themselves. No doubt a bunch of Japanese are killing themselves now, just trying to figure out how to use a gun on a fucking zombie." Otis had the most pissed off look on his face.

He kept working, now working a little faster with the addition of a speedloader. He still looked pissed off as he shook his head. "I ain't helping him. Your problem."