[System]
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Hex
Status: enslaved, turned into a weapon, almost siding with them
Bio: Apollo has been a weapon for the humans as long as he can remember. Every day he is put in a metal box and move to a spot where he is told to attack a person they called the "target" He would attack, defeat them and then he would be brought back to his room in prison where there was only one small beam of light in the room. This is all he knew and he felt satisfied. He was fed, he had a bed and a purpose. He knew nothing of the rebellion or that he was just like the very people he is fighting.
Powers/Abilities: can absorb sunlight and release it in many different ways (beams, orbs, light)
Appearance:

[User] "Very well, I can wait" he said with ease, understanding the child's limitations. Luciel also stood a better chance at hiding from the patrols, as he could likely tailor pheromones from a bush to give of the scent of poisonous berries to throw off hounds. "Fifteen minutes..." he mused to himself as he went about finding a good shrub to begin shaping into a suitable hiding spot. His voice held a faint tone of wryness, unfamiliar with Drex and not entirely believing that he'd come back for Luciel.

[Assistant]
"I think I saw one running there!" yelled one of the guards, who were now actively patrolling the perimeter. Just like several others, David managed to escape from his bars thanks to the strange intrusion of some plant guy. He didn't see much of him, he did see a few other people making a run for it. Some already made it for the forest. David was short on their heels. With adrenaline pumping through his veins and a heart ready to break his chest he hid around the corner. It wasn't far now, he could see the forest from where he stood.

"Hey you!" David, distracted, had not noticed the lone guard. The man pointed his gun straight at the youth. "Hands in the air, now!" he commanded. In panic, David blinked. In equal terror as the youth the guard began to violently look around. Pointing his gun everywhere. A second later and David stood behind him. In an effort to knock the man unconscious, David flung his fist against the head of the guard. But mid swing something sharp formed over his fingers. So in reaction, he opened the fist and the claws ripped open the side of the man's head. In horror he saw how the man dropped dead with 4 gapping slashes in his face. But the horror was soon replaced by an odd excitement. The sweet smell of blood energized him.

Though he couldn't revel in it for long. More guards were coming. He made a dash for the forest. "There! I saw one!" he heard yelling behind him. Which made him blink again, straight into the forest and losing the guards. Within the forest he was horribly lost. David was not familiar with the surrounding terrain. Though he did hear voices talking in the distance. After a quick blink up towards a sturdy looking branch, David began to observe his surroundings. Two blinks later he was above Luciel, watching him.

[User] Ace felt the vibrations from David's "blink" which startled her for the sudden appearance of another stranger. she pretended not to notice as she quickly levitated a small rock then flung it at the intruder, hitting him on the forehead and knocking him out of the tree. She walked up to him and looked him in the eyes with a cold look, warning him not to do anything stupid.

[Assistant]
Luciel stopped, about to pull the front of the shrub closed before a sudden spike of Hex essence. The best he could discern was that it was close, whatever it was. He was in the process of standing up to better be on guard before noticing the rock sail into the tree directly above him. Cynically, his first thought was that she was trying to get a cheap shot at him while he was busy and happened to have terrible aim. The next, the most believable one considering the value of proof, was that he was right about his ascensing and that their visitor-PHWUMP!

Without even a second to prepare, Luciel and his work was crushed by David as he fell out of the tree. The lofty shrub helped to soften the impact, although it was still a mess which left Luciel underneath it all. "Bonjour..." he groaned from underneath David.

[User] Apollo was placed in his metal box, the patrol then moved out into the woods. Apollo was trying to keep calm, but he was so enraged. All he could think of was that his stepfather (the man in the white coat) told him that his parents were killed by Hex. He wanted revenge so bad that he would do anything, including... What he thought of made him smile as he began to make the orbs around him glow brighter.

[Assistant]
Stallman started to hear a new alarm. A close one... oxygen supply alert. He hadn't heard that since drills. The backup oxygen generator turned on while auxillary power in the entire facility was toggled. That left the lights out for five seconds...

He used those five seconds to go to the service door and quickly enter the access key just before the lights would turn on. He quickl went in and shut the door, leaving the chaos behind him.

Time to get out of here... A service vent was right above him.

Stretching his arm an unrealistic distance, he unclipped the panel and began to climb up the vent, squeezing in impossible ways... for normal people.

---

Halthar looked at the forest. At least two hex were in there, including a class A. It would take specialized groups to take them down, he suspected. In the meantime, though...

He went on the main prison channel. "What have we got for security?"

The response came from the Southwest tower, for some reason. "...Command is offline right now, it just went to aux power. Something's jamming the vents. We can send a few divisions over east..."

Halthar tuned out. Only one thing to do right now, I guess.

He joined the small force that was already making its way towards the foest, casually showing his badge.

[User] Ace was getting a bad feeling about staying put and was getting antsy. eventually she couldn't take it anymore and replied urgently, "i think it's time we got moving. we can't worry about who's flying first! we just need to run! now!" she the pulls the stranger off of Luciel and pulls Luciel his feet. Ace quickly apologized to David for hitting him, then grabs both Luciel's and Drex's hand and started to run as fast as she could.

[Assistant] "Bon-what?" David could ask, right before Ace pulled him off Luciel. The girl was getting antsy, and quite possibly for good reason. "You're right. Will you be okay...euhm..." David asked, turning to Luciel. A lot of things were happening all around him, and he could still hear the alarm coming from the prison. When Ace suggested to get a move on, David agreed. "Does anyone actually know where we should go?" he still asked, as he was quite unfamiliar with the surroundings. In anticipation he looked at Luciel, who seemed to be the only one not coming from the prison.

[User] "I don't know and i don't care as long as it's not here! now hurry! we need to get deeper into the forest!" Ace replied desperately as she ran into the dense shrubbery.

[Assistant]
Just as soon as Luciel regained his senses enough to start to get close look at the newcomer, they were pulled apart and he was hoisted to his feet by Ace who he'd thought was frail and had been weakened by the events. He winced, feeling a little bruised but no more worse for wear. "Away from zeh alarms seems like a good direction" he tried to joke, if the situation hadn't been as serious as it was, he would have tried harder. Ace was already way ahead of him, practically dragging the two behind her and leaving David to follow on his own volition before Luciel had a chance to fill in the newcomer's blank. Again, there would probably be better times to talk then while on the run.
"Mind you, I have no idea how thick this forest is!" he tried to explain as they went, doing his best to mend the plants back to their original states to obscure their tracks.

[User] David had no other option than to follow the group, despite his doubts that the girl knew where she was going. He did have a chuckle about Luciel's joke, no matter how bad the timing. But when Ace said 'anywhere but here' and Luciel pointed out he didn't know how thick the forest was, David got a little anxious. "Hey, who put the chick in charge?" he pointed out, as it seemed that a girl who was he guessed to be like 15 was dragging the two others while he just followed.

[Assistant] "well it's either this or we tunnel!" Ace replied. Ace was tired, sore, her head was pounding like mad, she was still bleeding from the last beating she received at the prison as well as her feet from being cut by the rough terrain, and her vision was starting to blur, but what drove her was adrenaline and fear. She was afraid as all Hell, not just for her own life but for the 3 boys around her. Though to her they were complete strangers whom she had just met minutes before, but she couldn't just leave them alone; even if there was 3 of them should would feel guilty leaving them behind and actually feared for their safety. perhaps it was because she had finally been able to speak to someone and not be called a monster. Perhaps it was because she finally have met those of her own kind and she fears for the lives of her race. She didn't know why and she didn't care; all that mattered was that they had to leave and make it out in one piece because she knew that what ever was pursuing them was dangerous and not just a few soldiers.

[User]
Luciel started to get a headache from the stress. Nobody was really in charge, although he didn't entirely enjoy being pushed around by the one he saved, as valid as her intuition may be. Regardless, she wasn't in any condition to be behaving the way she was. Luciel noted her lack of shoes and swiftly picked her up without warning in order to pick up the pace. "Look, I know its not my place to say, but we'll have to stop at some point, ma'am~" he chirped, trying to think out their options, creatively and in a way that wouldn't draw attention. He assume the comment about tunneling implied that she was offering to use her powers, an option which was immediately off of the table the second it was presented. Luciel was woefully underequipped to deal with internal hemorrhaging from fatal overexertion. As helpful as Drex had been, his cooperation with helping Ace to safety would have been more valuable.

Luciel worked best, alone, anyway...

"We keep going...then we find a good tree...and..." He said after a minute to think, starting to pant from running for so long, "...and I'll see what I can do"

[Assistant] Ace looked up to glare at Luciel but then saw the stress and fatigue in his eyes and held her protest. her vision blurred and the punning in her head had intensified. "....i'm sorry...." Ace murmured wincing.

[User] David listened to the proposal. Everyone indeed looked very tired. No wonder though, he too was getting exhausted from the running and before that, the blinking. "I agree with the...French guy?" he said questioningly towards Luciel, whose name he didn't catch. But right then, Ace yelled to jump, and so David did, into the hole. "Well this is nice and cozy." David joked, despite being really tired. "What should we do now?" he added, being a bit more serious now.

[Assistant]
Tightly together grew a patch of pine coniferous. It wasn't elegant, but it'd serve as enough of a hiding spot for the time being. The old wood groaned, cracking with inky steam as they pressed together with a small opening enough to crawl through. The residual steam touched the nearby shrubs, making them coil to cling to every droplet, obscuring the entrance. The group slid into the darkness of the interior of the wood which ballooned on the inside to fit them with more than enough room to stand.
In the dark, Luciel brushed at his undershirt which cast a small cloud of spores. The clung to the walls and rapidly grew into dim bioluminescent mushrooms. "Quaint..." he mused. French guy? Come to think of it, introductions were in order, especially the guy who'd fallen on him.

"Luciel, if you will...and its French Canadian" Luciel said, doing his best to offer a chuckle and a dismissive hand wave. It was an asexual name which he felt suited him the best. They all needed a rest, and Luciel was sure he could help mend Ace's injuries if he had a moment to catch his breath. "So...dropping in all unexpected like..." he started, turning to David as he took off his rose-jack to get comfortable before continuing, or at least seeming like he was about to. He was flustered from the day and had lost track of his words, hoping the guy could fill in the rest on the conveyed notion of inquiry.

[User] "Well, I didn't drop in voluntarily. Honestly I was probably just going to follow you from a distance. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just...I don't. But right now I don't really have a choice I suppose. Anyway, I'm David." He introduced himself, he then looked at Ace, who seemed pretty beaten up. "Guess she got a rough time behind her. You know anything about first aid?" he then asked Luciel, while still looking at Ace. Despite the jokes he was a little worried. About all three members in the group. Now that we're together, we better stay together. We got a better chance to survive out here. he thought.

[Assistant] Drex was making his body temp lower, trying to stay cool in the cluster of people. He could feel rushing in the snow on the ground outside. "Shh!" He said "there coming" he could here them outside "Shit! They got away!" One said "nah. It's not gonna happen that easy, keep going! Now!" They ran past the tree deeper into the forest.

[User] The squad had gotten deeper and deeper within the woods, looking for the run away hex. Apollo now had two orbs that were glowing really bright. He then sent them flying out and hitting trees and making big explosions. He then melted the bottom of his box. The guards were startled by the explosions and the sudden forest fire. No one noticed Apollo running into the woods and disappearing into the flames as they begin to spread through out the forest. The guards began to fight the fire in the immediate area. Apollo smiled as he was now free to roam and search for the hex. He began to walk through the forest, hiding his energy as he walked hoping he isn't being sensed by any other hex.


[System]
AKA: Reena
Age: 32
Race: Sorlas
The Sorlas are a minor race in the galaxy that joined the Galactic Committee only a decade after the Humans. Well-suited for aquatic environments, Sorlas are long-living and mostly humanoid, with skin tones of oceanic blues and greens, sometimes mixed with reddish or brown tones. All Sorlas have fins along the backs of their neck and arms and webbing on their feet, but only females can grow hair, usually a shade or two darker then their skin color. The Sorlas possess large eyes colored a solid yellow, but Sorlas generally have poor eyesight when above water. Most Sorlas also possess acute hearing, and have made up for their poor eyesight with the help of echolocation and, more recently, advanced technology. As beings from an aquatic world, they have gills as well, and can breath air and water comfortably. However, they are highly dependent on a constant source of water or a very moist environment to survive, as even a temperate climate can cause their body to gradually dry out, cracking skin, damaging organs, and slowing their systems down to a literal dead stop within an hour. Most Sorlas who go off-world regularly wear environmental suits to regulate their humidity and function outside of moist environments.

Their homeworld, Sor, is essentially one giant ocean pockmarked with swampy landmasses and small oases of land, not ideal for sprawling cityscapes but perfect for nomadic wandering. Their technology, oddly similar to Tu'Veeri technology, has a similar emphasis on blending their cities in with the natural environment, which can be found both underwater and floating along the surface of the ocean like massive ships. Sorlas society is matriarchal and places a heavy emphasis on filial piety, and while the recent ascension to the galactic stage has introduced them to more modern ideologies, their core beliefs regarding family bonds have remained. While their are Sorlas in all sorts of professions across the galaxy, a few notable Clans instead turned to organized crime, giving the Sorlas an unfortunate reputation as gangsters and criminals throughout the galaxy.
Appearance:

(I'll reveal how Neera looks outside of the suit through the narrative. ;) )

Faction: Marauder, Clan Dosvin
Role in Team?: Xenobiologist, Data Analyst
Bio:
You recall how I said that Sorlas got a reputation as criminals after a few Sorlas Clans turned to criminal enterprises? Well, three guesses as to what Clan Dosvin is infamous for.

Born on Sor, Reena Vaemas val Mari'Dosvin was the daughter of a Clan Matron (the equivalent of a Capo in the Mafia) and a professional bounty hunter tied to the Dosvin crime family. Needless to say, she was exposed to the criminal element from a young age and grew up in ill-gotten wealth and luxury alongside a loving family. Given the best education money could buy, Reena became interested in the sciences of biology and chemistry, earning certifications in both at a young age, and a few years later she was officially inducted into the Clan Dosvin crime family.

Thanks to her mother's influence and her skills in chemistry, Neera was moved past the initiate rankings and was moved to a mid-ranking position in the Dosvin Drug Ring. Given free reign to expand the trade and create new substances to sell on the black market, she proved to be remarkably successful, with her concoctions helping the Dosvin family to corner the market on several planets and making her a substantial amount of money in the process. Despite her young age, somewhat low position, and her addiction to Hype, a highly addictive stimulant of her own design, she quickly drew the attention of the higher ups in the Dosvin Clan. She was pegged for a leadership position in the upper echelons of the Clan, much to the delight of her mother, until her whole little system came crashing down.

It was all going so well until her younger brother was arrested by Committee police on suspicion of a murder. He was innocent, but he was also a coward, and squealed on the entire drug operation set up by his sister in an effort to make a deal before he realized what happened. Within the hour, the Committee unleashed an assault on Neera's headquarters in an attempt to bring her in. The Clan was overwhelmed by the police forces and fled, leaving Neera with nothing but a pair of automatics and an overdose of Hype to defend herself with. She fought like hell anyway, but her last stand was brought to an abrupt end when a sniper's bullet slammed into her chest.

Miraculously, Neera managed to survive the whole encounter, though she was largely bedridden for the better part of a year. Realizing how self-destructive her life had been and how close she came to dying, Neera came to the decision that she needed to reassess her life. As she recovered from the assault, she spent her time rediscovering her love of the sciences and quitting her drug habit. She resolved to turn away from her old lifestyle, though she refused to turn against the Dosvin Clan as one parting gift to her family. Shortly after she recovered from the complex
assault, Neera was given the chance to work with the Marauders instead of serving her lengthy prison sentence. Needless to say, she accepted.

Personality: Reena plays with her metaphorical cards held closely to her chest. While she's not anti-social, she has something of a narcissistic streak, and that combined with her background makes it difficult for her to trust people, to the point that she prefers the company of plants, chemicals, and animals to any potential teammates. That being said, she's making a concentrated effort to change her ways and trying to be kinder and less argumentative then before, to varying degrees of success. She's also trying to be more critical of herself, channeling her narcissism into relentless self-improvement through near-constant study and research.

While she has worked to quit the worst of her old vices, Neera isn't above indulging in a little lighthearted entertainment once in a while, and her experience with the criminal element has molded her into a shrewd negotiator who isn't easily intimidated. Her cravings do come back to haunt her once in a while, but she can fight them off with the help of one of her newer vices: fruity milkshakes.

Weapon(s) : Her preferred weapon is an energy machine pistol capable of burst and automatic firing, and while she doesn't commonly carry one she's pretty handy with a knife.

Family/Relationship:
Vaemas Zaar val Haro'Dosvin - Neera's mother, an influential member of the Dosvin family. She's been in hiding since her daughter was captured.
Sarro val Dosvin - -Neera's father, an exceptional bounty hunter. While he's probably still alive, Sarro is elusive to the point that Neela probably wouldn't recognize him.
Nayar val Dosvin - Neera's brother. Hasn't been seen since Neera was captured, and is probably dead at this point.

Other:
Neera's suit is her most notable equipment, and the one she currently uses was gifted to her by an "anonymous individual" after she was released to the Marauders. It's sturdy and protective without restricting her movement too badly, and like most Sorlas environmental suits it is loaded with sensor information that connects to her nervous system via a sophisticated computer system. Within the suit, Neera can effectively "see" in 360 degrees with perfect 20/20 vision, and is given constant environmental and sensory input to make up for the confining nature of the suit.

[User]
Jen sighed a little as she was led out of the small cell. Her hands were cuffed behind her as one of the guards dragged her by the arm.
"Watch it buddy, I'm coming peacefully," she said calmly, "I did choose this instead of death after all. It would be pretty dumb of me to back out now."
The guard ignored her, continuing to walk her out of the temporary prison in the security building. Jen had only been there for the past two days luckily, managing to get her legal affairs sorted out rather quickly. Apparently, volunteering for what most considered a suicide mission means you get a fast track through all of the bureaucratic bullshit that is the justice system. The fact that the ship she was to be piloting was on the Spire at the time helped as well.

Jen let out a low whistle as she saw the Monroe up ahead, stunned a little by the look of it. To the average person, it would seem like a piece of junk, something from twenty years ago. But this ship was an absolute beast. Two massive engines, one on each side. Large stabilisers on each side. It was beautiful.
"Did Christmas come early?" She remarked to herself, the guard remaining silent as always as they headed up the ramp, "I thought this was supposed to be a punishment? I'm going to have fun playing around with this baby."
The guard pointed at the handsome man as he undid her hand cuffs, Jen shaking her hands to get the circulation flowing again.
"That's the captain," He said, before turning and walking away.
Once the guard had left, Jen walked over to the captain and put her hand out.
"Jennifer Winters. But you can call me Jen," She said politely, "I'm your new pilot."

[Assistant]
Ray flinched greatly as Tymea grabbed his left arm, and being dragged in the direction of Rae's cabin. He was not ready to drink and have a party with anyone at the time, especially with the person he just yelled at. He would feel even guiltier. He didn't need that. He should be focused on the mission. At the time of being dragged, he noticed someone new aboard his ship (besides Galvus). Someone he hadn't met before, and he was not a fan of people on his ship. If she was a member of the Committee, he would hate that even more. He managed to escape the drunk Tymea's grip, and walked towards the woman, who also seemed to walk towards him.

Her first words to him were straight forward, and she held out her hand. Ray gave a quick examination of her, looking her up and down. She was obviously human, she looked a little older than Ray, and when she said that she was the pilot, he noticed she stole quick glances around the ship, as if in awe with it. "New pilot? They didn't tell me you'd be arriving... Captain Raymond Chase." He took her hand and shook it firmly, ignoring the dull pain in his hands.

"Welcome aboard the Monroe... How long did you serve?" Raymond asked out of the blue. "In the military, I mean. Your posture and handshake kinda give it away." Ray explained. He could easily look at the roster he most likely got in his private terminal in his room, but he heard shouting from the drunk crew members, and a lot of burping, so he thought he could use this as an excuse to not walk into that situation.

[User]
Jen grinned.
"Well it was either fly or die. I think I made the right choice. Especially considering the spec of this ship," She said, her eyes still occasionally wandering to stare at something else that caught her interest.
The ship just had everything she could ever want. She could already feel her hands twitching a little, ready to fly across all of the panels in the cockpit. It was impressive, no doubt about that.
"Where did you find this thing anyway? I was on the smuggling ring around the Varion Band for the past few years, and I've never seen anything like this. I mean jeez, how much did it cost to buy those engines," She rambled, occasionally pointing at something or the other.
She coughed after realising how much she had said in such a short space of time.
"Sorry," She said with a small smile.

Jen's smile turned into a small frown when Raymond brought up the military. She didn't enjoy talking about that part of her past.
"Some habits die hard. I served for 6 years. And that was 6 years to long," She said darkly, "Don't worry, I'm not a 'by the books' pilot. I've spent long enough as a smuggler to learn how to fly properly."
She stayed silent for a while, contemplating what life on this ship was going to be like.
"If it's okay, I'd like to see the cockpit. I want to get acquainted with the girl, learn what I'm dealing with," She said, before glancing over at the slightly disheveled crew, "Are they normally this... well, this?"
She sincerely hoped not. As fun as it was to get drunk, it made jobs slightly more tedious than normal.

[Assistant]
Rae had no time to shut the door to freedom or out maneuver Tymea as she charged in to grab a hold of her wrist, practically yanking her out of her room and bringing Luirae almost up close an personal with the the one person she would rather be a million lightyears from. If it wasn't for being quick or light on her feet she might have just plowed in the Captain do to the force of being pulled out but she managed to avoid that and keep her head down so she could save a little face by not letting more people see she had cried. That weird painful feeling was back and she felt like she could break or maybe toss the continents of her stomachs but lucky a new voice interrupted everyone but more importantly made it so Tymea would have to let go of the Captain since he needed to conducted official business since it was his job to see to the new recruits. The second Raymond was busy, she hauled it to the kitchen and not caring if she had to drag Tymea with her. "Drinking party it is. Those two will be busy for awhile in any case so the rest of us might as well get started."
Or at least I am going to., Rae continued her sentence in thought.

[User]
"Yeeeeees!" Reena whooped excitedly as she realized that Tymea had emerged from the shadows to drag Rae and the others to another fun encounter, the somewhat serious conversation with the team doctor flying out of her head in an instant. Flouncing off alongside Tymea, she stopped in front of Galvus and daintily took back the bottles that she had given to him to hold.

"No worries Galvy, I got this down easy," she said, wiggling the bottles to indicate she indeed 'had this down easy', whatever that entailed. "As for drinking party, surely there is a rec room of sorts on this ship? I know for a FACT I can whip up a mean Nightmare with that atomic toaster oven." What exactly Reena meant by an "atomic toaster oven" was anyone's guess, but there was little doubt that she could mix alcohol like a champ even if she was heavily inebriated. She was a scientist, after all, and the mixing and balancing of different ingredients was practically second nature to her. Of course the stabilization gyroscopes and other equipment in her suit may have helped but it was more fun to say that her drink-crafting talent was more about skill then mechanical assistance. Reena was about to lead the way to glorious intoxication when she spotted a new face among the crew, a blue-eyed female human that even in her tipsy state she didn't recognize.

"Eh? Who are you supposed to be?" she asked pointedly.


[System]
Age: 36

Appearance:
Standing at five-foot-six and weighing an amount she doesn't particularly want anyone to know about, Noelle is a mostly-ordinary, fairly-attractive woman. Her long, somewhat spiky hair is a rich ruddy brown that shines red in good light, and behind a pair of black-rimmed rectangular glasses are a pair of big blue eyes. She favors simple and elegant clothing of the kind that doesn't hug her too tightly, and simple golden loops for jewelry. Most of the time she can be found wearing a pleasant smile, too.

Personality: Sunny as the day is long, Noelle is the very picture of cheer and warmth. Thoughtful and compassionate, she's got enough love in her heart for just about everyone around her, and while not the most outgoing is always happy to make life better for other people. She enjoys cooking and is a big eater herself. That said, the pleasant glow of her spirit radiates from a brilliant fire, and she's not at all a pushover. Highly competitive, somewhat short-tempered, fairly pragmatic, and more than a little proud, she's a force to be reckoned with when push comes to shove. She makes no bones about wanting others to be the best they can be and to treat their fellow men with the same consideration she typically dons, and thusly can sometimes be strict, nagging, and irritating. Overall, however, she's a sweet woman who's at her happiest bringing happiness to others.

Background: From an early age Noelle's big heart made her stand out among others. Sweet and kind, but with a fiery competitive streak, she grew up with a lot of friends and more than a few rivals. During high school and college she was at her sporting peak, and it was in her freshman year that she discovered her epithet in a stroke of luck. After her epiphany Noelle's passion only continued to burn brighter, propelling her beyond state competitions to regional and even national events, especially the dedicated inscribed league. Her energy and spirit carried her on despite any losses or setbacks, up until the point at which a terrible accident brought her blooming tennis career to a screeching halt. Forced to rest, heal, and take things slowly, she softened up, especially after graduating and marrying her long-time boyfriend Heath Pieler.

Ultimately, Noelle forsook the world of sports and became a teacher instead, while Heath became a television salesman. She worked with children up until the point she and Heath had their own: a boy and a girl they named Tucker and Lucy. Tucker ended up taking after his father in his love of acting and performing, and when his son was ten Heath managed to convince his agency to recommend Tucker for a part as a child actor in an upcoming hero movie with epithets -a subject seldom addressed in cinema- as a major plot point. Tucker got the part, and Noelle supported him every step of the way before and during filming. When the filming finally wrapped up the lead actor, the famous Lydia Forthing, celebrated by sending most of the crew on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Otterholt Point.

Motivation: Noelle's motivation is simply to enjoy a vacation with her family, and failing that, at least ensure that no harm comes to them

Assets:
* Big Heart – Noelle's nature makes her easy to get along with and difficult for others to think poorly of her. She can make friends, avoid suspicion, and calm conflicts fairly easily. In times of trouble, she can often count on the support of those around her.
* Sudden Fire – Being nice doesn't mean being a wimp. Noelle can be strict and forceful if necessary, and is both willing to and pretty good at exerting herself physically, thanks to her time spent training both her body and her epithet.
* Smart Cookie – While she might not flaunt it, Noelle is no slouch in the brains department. She's got a lot of common sense, a good deal of practical knowledge, and a fair amount of intuition when it comes to other people, especially kids.

Flaws:
* No Great Shakes – while she has undeniable physical ability and can fight well enough when necessary, Noelle is not a trained fighter and never groomed her epithet for combat. As such, she relies on what power she has in desperate situations and can be outclassed by anyone with real training.
* Achilles Knee – even now, roughly a decade and a half after her sporting heyday got cut off thanks to an injury, her knee remains a weak spot. She favors it ever-so-slightly but still-perceptibly when moving, and if this weak spot is taken advantage of, she's more or less down for the count.
* Soft – Noelle's sporting days are long behind her, and while she exercises a few times a week, she's nowhere near as fit as she once was. Plus, she did have two kids. Add to that her inexperience with real combat and she both burns through her stamina pretty quickly and can't really adapt on the fly.
* Specs – without her glasses, she can't see very well.

[User]
"Ah... it's that WEIRD CELEBRITY that was harassing me," Jessica said as Mark came up to them, GAGGING a little for effect, "you know that you only get away with picking on LITTLE GIRLS because you're famous, right?"

Although... dunking on this WEIRDO kind of took a back seat to saving a kid at the moment. A task which, due to the child engaging in dialogue with them, became significantly easier. It took a while, but they were able to locate the girl. She was stuck up in a tree, like a cat in a cartoon.

...Not Jessica's favorite configuration. Only HEROES saved cats from trees, and Jessica was a VILLAIN through and through. Surely one of the others would be able to save this small child. Then again, she appeared to be stuck in some thick SAP. That might be difficult for the others to handle.

Jessica flip-flopped between wanting to RUB this rescue in that DUMB WOMAN'S face and MAINTAINING her VILLAINOUS PRESENCE, but then something that the little girl said tugged at Jessica's BLACK HEARTSTRINGS.

Jessica bit her lower lip, and looked up at the kid.

"I bet... your mommy misses you a whole lot. I guess... I can help get you down."

Jessica thought, for a moment, about how much her own mother probably didn't even know she was gone, much less missed her. Then again, that was just business. Her older sister was perfect. A genius. Why waste time on the runt that nobody needed? Nobody needed her... but at least she could do this.

Jessica took out her lighter, and flicked the switch. She touched the PLASTIC CARAPACE of the bubble machine, and combined PLASTIC with HEAT to create a different configuration of plastic: a bottle, to be precise. Then, holding the bottle, she touched a streak of sap that was running down the tree. By combining a BOTTLE with the SAP, she was able to make a BOTTLE of SAP.

One strength of her ability was that, by combining things, she used the components to create a new object. Thus, the sap had all but disappeared from the tree and was now inside her bottle. The girl would be released, but Jessica wasn't strong enough to reach her all the way up in that tree, much less help her down.

"Sap's taken care of. Can either of you help get that kid down? I skip school because I'm an EVIL DELINQUENT, but if I DIDN'T skip school, I would fail gym."

Jessica examined her bottle, and considered all the things she could do with sap. Depending on the sort of sap it was, it could be used to make syrup, lacquer, or, uh...

Probably other stuff too! Maybe the teacher could identify the type and uses, because it was not Jessica's area of expertise.

[Assistant]
"That depends on what you mean by 'everybody.'" Penny replied, ignoring Jessica's attempts to start a fight. She wasn't surprised that the dude with the heartthrob good looks of a TV star had shown up, not after getting a front row seat to how fast he was earlier. She didn't mind him being around either, speed like that could be a lifesaver. "Right now we're in the middle of...speak of the devil!" She finished as a small voice called out a reply from somewhere further in the jungle. "C'mon." She said, hastily hacking her way through the underbrush toward the voice. It was a little slower going than before, seeing as she was clearing out room for that bubble machine that Jessica had chosen as a prize.

It still only took them a little while to reach the source of the crying, and when they did Penny almost kicked herself. "Eugh." She gagged at the putrid situation. "Of course you're gonna stay where you are. Way to make me feel like an idiot." She hoped there wasn't some kind of undiscovered species of giant bug on the island that did this to people.

Jessica, on the other hand, looked like she was thinking of something way worse than horrible giant insects. The look on her face as she looked up at that kid reminded her of the look she'd given Penny when they'd first met, like she was just a little kid. The girl immediately got to work on getting the sap, or whatever that gunk was, off the girl. Penny was glad she was already getting some use out of that machine, but Penny worried that without the sap the kid was going to come tumbling down from the trunk. So when Jessica gave the word she snapped to. "I have just the men for the job, boss. Men!" She called out. The peasants as one dropped the bubble machine and stood at attention. Penny pointed up at the girl. "Fetch us that maiden fair." She intoned, with all the regal authority she could muster just to get them really pumped up.

"Aye Melord!" They said, throwing themselves at the tree and ascending as dizzying speed toward the girl like little hairy cockroaches.

"Carefully. This isn't like picking fruit!" She called up.

"Carefully." Came back down five voices as the peasants lines up around the girl and took hold of her with one of their hands, one each for her arms and legs and one above her gripping the back of her shirt. "Careful." "Careful." They said, using their surprising strength to gentle pull the girl from the remaining sap and began sliding slowly down the tree, little nails leaving gashes in the trunk as they arrested the speed of their descent.

"Well, that's one more accounted for at least." Penny said, turning back to Mark. "This is kinda what we're doing now. If we get attacked by a giant bug, could you kill in with your flash steps?"

[User]
Mark watched as the girls rescued the child, keeping his senses open. He found it very annoying every time someone brought up his uncanny appearance of Jensen Ackles. He didn't like Jessica already and she wasn't going to make it easier to like her. "Let's just get the girl to safety." he sighed, glaring at Jessica.

He noticed the little people Penny summoned with her Epithet and how she worked them. He found it interesting. That's actually kinda cool, he thought to himself.

"Stride." he frowned at Penny. "My Epithet is Stride. It's a movement Epithet, not usually meant for outright combat. Giant bugs, though, shouldn't be too hard if you can find me a big stick to use as a weapon."

He was being modest, though it didn't sound like it, and he knew it. He loved his speed. He already knew how to fight with it.

With the girls behind him, he took point and began heading back towards the beach. "Leaving your find?" he asked Penny, motioning towards the bubblegum machine.

[Assistant]
In a lucky turn of fate, one of the youngsters who happened upon the trapped child possessed just the tool for the job. Her quick thinking allowed her to combine a couple different objects in quick succession, putting the power of her epithet on display as she dealt with the problem in an improbably speedy manner. While that meant the child might tumble down the trunk and into the ground afterward, Penny recognized the situation and put her miniature legion on the case. They scrambled up and down with surprising alacrity, retrieving their target as carefully as they could. In the end, the little girl was retrieved with no fuss and only a little muss.

Though clearly shaken and close to overwhelmed, the child seemed grateful. "Thank you," she told her rescuers, remembering what her mother always said about manners. Given her saviors' recent experience with Noelle -Jessica in particular- it wasn't hard to come to a conclusion about her lineage. The teacher and her husband would no doubt be relieved, even if the return of their daughter highlighted the still-missing status of their son.

Not long after Mark divulged the nature of his epithet, there came a rustling in the underbrush. A thin girl with shot red hair, a distinctive skull-and-crossbones shirt beneath her coat, and striped red and black long socks appeared through the trees, waving as she came into talking range. "Hello," she greeted in a somewhat throaty voice before pointing her thumb at the trees behind. "Just wandering around when I found the girl. While trying to figure out a way to get her down, I heard talking. I didn't know what to make of you, so I kept a distance and watched. But way you rescued the young one there was incredible. You're obviously good people, and I shouldn't have doubted you."

In contrast to her somewhat punkish, rough-and-tumble appearance, the stranger gave off an impression of sophistication and sincerity as she spoke. Her compliments felt good, and conveyed a sense of real respect. In turn that made the stranger seem genuine and trustworthy, someone definitely in the others' camp. These associations and conclusions came easily, not weirdly so, but it just seemed so obvious. The only thing even slightly off was the ever-so-subtle sweet taste on the tongues of those present.

She held a hand in front of her chest and gave a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet anyone with their hearts in the right place. My name is Erin. I'm sure you have appropriately important things to be doing, but if I could lean on your generosity, would you mind telling me what's going on? Who you've encountered so far, and what you've been up to?" She asked in earnest, buttering them up a touch but by no means overbearingly so, as she stood between them and the way back to the beach.


[System]
Kwassi Asokho

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Character Summary
Aliases: Sparrow
Species: Humans
Powers: None
Age: 26
Nationality: African
Birthday: June 20, 1994
Birth Place: Golden City,Wakanda
Gender: Male
S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: Sci-Tech
Qualification: PHD in Bio-Engineering
Years in the Field: New Recruit into S.H.E.I.L.D.

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Appearance
Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Dark
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 3 Tattoos. Two Flowers one the collarbones and a quote across the right pec.
Personal Style: Kwassi prefers to wear loose clothing. Often times opting to have a few (or more) buttons undone to show off his body and allow for air to flow. The materials he wears are all light and breathable such as 100% cotton or linen. He wears bright colors that are sure to stand out within a crowd ranging from vibrant reds to deep teals and lush oranges. His style can be describe as fun, practical, and sophisticated to an extent.

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Psychology
Playful * Curious * Intelligent * Distracted * Hardworking * Untrusting

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kwassi tends to be playful and intellectually curious. He has the habit of juggling his friends, passions, hobbies, and career all at once. He has been know to be a social butterfly in his group, being able to talk to just about anyone on anything. If ever a subject comes up that he doesn't know, his curiosity tends to pick up on it and he brings it forth later to study when alone so that the next time conversation is struck he will surely be able to follow along and add in his own opinion. This coupled with his dashing good looks makes him a center at almost any party and allows him to blend in easily in such social scenery.

His curiosity however comes with a bit of a price. As he is want to do, Kwassi can tend to lose interest in certain subjects fast and thus become bored. It is this boredom that helped him become who he is today, and who ue was in thr past as well. It strives him to move forward and learn new and exciting things to help keep his mind active as well as his body. These traits are often times boiled down by some as him being characteristically a Gemini through and through. He supposes that this 'two faced' sign can only be a boon now that he works in the field of espionage.

Habits: Whistling, Snapping
Hobbies: Swimming, Tech building, and Chem work
Fears:
* Hornets
* Snall Spaces
* Lobotomie

Likes:
* Ice Cream
* Wildlife
* Gaming
* Running
* Swimming
* Iced Chais

Dislikes:
* Boredom
* Monotony
* Chick Fil A
* Drinking
* Drugs
* Pitch Darkness

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Photographic Memory
* Driving a Car
* Trivia Knowledge
* Mixed Martial Arts
* Acrobatics
* Escrima
* Bo Staff
* Throwing Darts
* Space Politics

Speciality Skills: Limit 7. These are skills that apply to your career path - see the suggested specialty skills box for your academy if you're stuck!
* Bio-Engineering
* Wakandan Tech
* Jack of All Trades (Science)
* Toxicology
* Nano-Technology
* Chemistry
* Anatomy

What Is On Your Person: Limited to the spots provided. This is for things like your wallet, your phone, your SHIELD ID badge, your car keys, your lucky coin...If it isn't listed, you don't have it.
* Two Hyper Magnetic Escrima sticks. (When combined together grow out to form a bo staff :Wakandan tech)
* Wallet: Credit Cards, Cash, S.H.E.I.L.D. I.D.
* Keys to Jeep wrangler
* Phone
* Empty throwing darts. (Chambers to be filled with toxins)
* Portable Chem Kit with various ingredients.
* Old Domino mask from Vigilante days
* Electric Brass Knuckles

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Keep it simple! Focus more on things that are important to them - don't put in things that are a given, like a bed. But a special photo of them and their cat? Put that here! A stolen file on someone? Include it! If you're having trouble, think of the things you'd show to someone if they came over to your room - or maybe that you DEFINITELY would not want them to see.... * Small lab with a wider range of chemicals to play with
* Collection of books on various plant life and animals that secreet or create toxins and they applications.
* Small Collapsable box full of electronics for working on tech
* Collection of Games for every gaming station.
* Gaming Stations with their controllers displayed before them. (2 of each controller for 2 player if need be)
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History
Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?: After the invasion of New York it was clear to Kwassi that there was so much more for him to know. There was life beyond theirs and technology beyond that. Wakanda was already years ahead of the others on Earth but this new tech that the Chitari had brought appeared to rival even theirs. With his curiosity peaked and his boredom in need of being satisfied he decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D. in their mission.

General History:
Kwassi Asohko grew up in Wakanda for some of his formative years. His parents helped created and engineer some of the tech used within the tribes. Repairing damage to the weapons and sheild tech that was developed by the Golden Tribe. They were brillant minds in their field and Kwassi adored to watch them work. His inquisitive mind asking questions as fast as he could think them about how and why each thing worked the way they did.
His photpgraphic mind allowing him to visualise and recall the procedures that his parents did while at home or in the lab.

When he was Ten years old his parents had accepted a job out in the United States. Their genius was a gateway to many doors and it made for a wealthy and luxurious childhood for young Kwassi. He traveled across the world meeting gurus and other masters to train from a young age in the ways of martial arts. A choice he had made when hearing of the Vigilantes that littered America and his own stories of thr Black Panther from back home.

Training and developing both his mind and both he began to take courses in Bio-Engineering. The things that living beings were able to create in order for defense fascinanted him. He wanted to learn how to create the same reactions and use those to his advantage in combat if ever need be. He learned how to replicate and fix some Wakandan technology from his parents and used that to form a protective suit for fighting as well as to help measure any weaknesses in his form while studying martial arts.

Once he had graduated and was now twenty-two years of age, he took on to the streets and was known as The Sparrow. He flitted from roof to roof as a masked Vigilante, and used his skills to bring in crime that the police simply couldn't or wouldn't do. His knowledge of acids allowed him to dissolve away any locks that may hinder him, he created his own toxins to paralyze his prey and leave them behind for the authorities to take in. When he was particularly restless he would use his martial prowess to disable his opponents before tying them up and leaving them behind with a calling card of the Sparrow. Eventually he drew the eye of a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative who asked him to join their mission in safeguarding the world. The invitation he had been waiting for.

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Extras Can i be lazy?
Character Quote: Vendi, Vidi, Vici
Theme Song: Immigrant Song
Anything Else:
Children's Crusade
Demi post

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Location: the Triskelion - The Hallway -> The Hangar
Skills: N/A

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 Flynn had a half mind to go jump out the window after Amelia, since she seemed to be the most sane person so far and he had just met her moments before. This whole situation made absolutely no sense, at all, and no one seemed to really be giving a damn. Cass mentioning potentially letting people stay behind he almost took her up on that, but figured he might as well go, since then at least he'd know where Captain America, and maybe even help him out if it ended up coming to that. Was he perfectly fine with betraying SHIELD? If he was being perfectly honest, he definitely was.

 Hearing Niah's words, to say that he was more then a little confused at first was more then a small understatement. "Why the hell are you telling me that?" Flynn said towards her, however, when he thought back to it, something stuck out about that sentence. It took him a few moments to realize what it was that she was saying towards him, or why, but the last time she had really announced the need to go to the bathroom (which was more then a bit random given everything) was when she had taken off and talked to Pym during the Age of Ultron timeline. "Bit random don't you think?" he added, but he had a small part of him that was hoping it meant that she was on his side regarding this whole situation. Though that was a bit of a stretch all things considering.

 "...Niah you also didn't think to go before we went into the conference room?" Sparky said softly, glancing towards her friend wondering what was going through her head. Of course nothing was really going through her mind, she wasn't even really paying much attention to what everyone was saying, or what all was really going on around her. Her mind was wandering more and more, and she was beginning to truly think that she didn't really want to go on the mission after Captain America, at least not right now. There were more then a few other things on her mind at the moment that she thought were more important.

 When she heard Cass' words regarding potentially allowing people to stay behind if they wanted to and to not go, Sparky walked over to Cass, following along after everyone else, until she was right by her. "...If you don't mind can I stay behind?" she asked her somewhat quietly. If she stayed at the base, then maybe she'd be able to figure out what happened to Raynor and find him. She wanted nothing more then to find him already and to bring him back, and she hasn't had the time to do so before now. With the others gone off to go find Steve Rogers, she could spend the time to do it, with or without anyone else's help.

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: the Triskelion - Conference Room -> The Hangar
Skills: N/A

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 Oliver consciously had to keep himself from glaring at Hill. Like, yes, him hating his father should dissuade a lot of fear that they had. Thanos burned his city, did they think Oli was just gonna be okay with that? If one thing was made clear by this comment, it's that Hill was not being rational by any means. He couldn't be taking marching orders from her when she was like this; listening to angry people who wanted to control others was how a country descended into fascism, and he wasn't about to help with that. As he thought of this, Baptiste peaced out, crashing through a window, and his eyes widened. That was a bold move to say the least, but he wouldn't not be joining her immediately.

 Even with his powers, he wasn't a fighter, and open defiance would not end well for him. He'd stay with the team for now, but he'd do what he could to gain more information on why Hill was acting like this, and what he exact plans were. He was a computer scientist and a mathematician first, a speedster second, and he had to remember that if he wanted to be effective. No, instead, as Cass announced that they could opt out if they wanted, Oliver smiled and said, "Count me in, I gotta show I'm not a traitor to an evil space emperor, right?" There was a part of him that had a kind of burning anger about the fact that Hill even thought that was possible, so he didn't mind leaking that, it was a reasonable thing to have.

[User]
Location: Hallway > Hangar
Skills:

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Kwassi smiled at Agent Reed as she addressed him. Nodding along in affirmation that he was in fact here now and that that was what truly mattered. There was a slight jerk to his walk as he heard that Baptiste had opted to leave the mission via window. Her file wasn't as extensive as the others had been, however he was fairly sure there was flight somewhere involved. Not only as the pilot but as a power in and of itself. It was a bold, and otherwise stupid move, however it showed her feelings and intentions as she symbolically left out of the same window Director Hill had mentioned Captain America did. It appeared Flynns numbers were already increasing. "No questions thus far Agent Reed. I have a few paralytic's on me that may help to slow him down if need be. They haven't been tested on super soldiers but im sure they'll come in handy."

Theresa Sparks seemed to join the pair, letting Reed know that she was staying behind. Was her emotions leaning towards defecting too? Or did she just not feel right for the mission? Kwassi would have to see how it played out. However, their leaders message about how they could choose to stay behind or follow through with a less than ideal mission allowed for him to speak freely and hope that Flynn and others may understand his position. "I will do what ever is right Agent Reed. I will follow you onto this mission." He hoped the hot headed jock was bright enough to realise those were two separate statements. One stating he would do what he felt was correct in regards to Captain America, and another stating he would follow Reed into this excursion.


[System]
6 or High Powered

Higan (pronounced Hee-gan)

Race: Ramor (prounounced Ra-more) a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Height: 5ft 2"

Weight: 80kg

Appearance: Higan has the characteristic dark olive skin of the Ramor, with broad shoulders and a noticeably muscular body. His eyes are green and his hair is buzz cut and dark brown. He has wide friendly features with an honest looking face, though splashes of scarring tend to mar this image somewhat. The scars are small and livid, running across both of his cheek bones in a seemingly random pattern. They came from exploding glass. In his cockpit he wears a simple pilot outfit which is dark green in colour. The technology of the Ramor has allowed them to produce high-durability weave armour, so despite the seeming simplicity of his clothes they provide him with roughly the same protection as a Kevlar vest.

Personality: Course, honest, rough, determined, intelligent, witty, good humoured.

Physical Traits: Higan is physically impressive, though well within human capability. He can bench roughly 300kg and run at 15mph, his extensive endurance training allows him to remain fighting fit for extended periods of time. His senses are roughly similar to a humans, though he has slightly greater vision, especially in low light conditions.

Skills: Higan is a soldier of the 12th Division, a.k.a L.A.S light armour and support. He has been trained for roughly 10 years to become adept at a number of combat orientated skills, namely.
Hand to hand combat
Firearms training
Endurance training
Scout training/Survival training
Ranger/Sniper training
Demolitions
Artillery
Armoured Support Platform (ASP) piloting

Background: Higan is a member of the 12th division of the Grent Republic's Army, a militaristic state in an alternate earth torn asunder by war. He is unmarried, after recently breaking up with his girlfriend and fiancée of three years, he was born in the republic to an officer of the army and found his path marked out for him.

Equipment: A.S.P
14" Steel Combat Knife
.50 calibre revolver, 6 shot chamber, 6 additional rounds.
Survival Kit (first aid, GPS, flare gun, etc.)

Higan's main combat capabilities are drawn from his A.S.P, or Armoured Support Platform, which is in colloquial terms a one-man mechanical unit with walker capabilities. It looks roughly like the image below.

A.S.P (130)
The A.S.P is actually in Ramor terms relatively low-powered, serving in a support and scouting role alongside mainline forces.
Height: 12ft
Width: 5ft
Weight: 30 tonnes
Length: 4ft

Armaments: The A.S.P is equipped with primary, secondary and tertiary armaments for a number of different combat scenarios.

Primary: 105mm Rifled A.S.P Gun (basically a tank gun) capable of firing HEAT warheads (similar to 3BK-31) smoke canisters and anti-personel rounds (which fire multiple flechettes). Due to the relatively small storage space for ammunition on the A.S.P 130 it may only carry five of each of these rounds. It can fire roughly twice per minute. Rounds are ejected when spent underneath the barrel through an automatic sliding door.

Secondary: 40mm anti-material rifle, RPM 20, 100 rounds, can be separated from the Mech without breaking, but it weighs just under a tonne and can't be fired by anything other than the mech.

Tertiary: Anti-Personnel Suppression, Chaingun, .50 cal, 300rpm, 1200 rounds.

Armour: The A.S.P 130 is constructed using plates of titanium sandwiching plates of depleted uranium with alumina tiles worked in (similar to Chobham armour). This gives it a relatively light-weight body while offering significant protection from anti-tank measures. The RHAe values for the armour are as followed.

Front: 800mm
Back: 400mm
Sides: 300mm
Arms: 250mm
Legs: 500mm
Optics: 100mm
Joints: 100mm
Top: 200mm

The Armour is specially designed to resist heat. It does not conduct electricity into the electronics or pilot area. Internal heating systems can adjust for extreme drops in temperature up to -100 degrees, at the cost of hydrogen fuel.

The A.S.P is also equipped with an Active Protection System, which, like modern day tanks, is capable of confusing heat-seeking and other guided missiles with large concentrations of infra-red.

Damage control systems: The A.S.P is equipped with a number of automatic systems similar to those seen in a modern day tank, ammunition is kept in self-contained storage spaces linked to their respective weapon, reducing chance of self-destruction. Fire is automatically fought by internal systems.

Filter System: The A.S.P is essentially a mobile bunker, filtering hostile elements from the air.

Optics: The A.S.P is augmented with an optical sensory unit with a 180 degree depth of view directly in front. This includes a zoom function of up to 60x, night vision, thermal vision, and electric vision. The main weapons are connected to this system and can target and adjust in 0.20 of a second. The pilot still has control over when to fire, and can over-ride targeting systems to manual control if they wish.

Computer System: Linked to Optics, the computer system on the A.S.P can provide the pilot with data based on a rough estimation of a target. It can estimate things like, thickness, speed and weapon calibres.

It has a backup system in place in the case of damage to main optics (which are located roughly where the head would be on a human.) where the armour peels back from directly in front of the pilot's head, allowing him physical view of around 90 degrees in front through a bullet proof double paned window. This is obviously a major weakness, and is only to be used as a last resort.

Physical Traits:

Strength: The A.S.P only has one available hand unless it abandons its secondary weapon. Regardless, with just the one hand it can lift up to twenty tonnes of weight. The crushing grip of the hand can easily bent metal or destroy rock. The legs of the walker are significantly stronger, capable of lifting up to 50 tonnes of weight each. Though the machine can't 'kick' it can jump up to fifteen feet into the air.

Speed: The A.S.P has been clocked moving at speeds in excess of 70mph, which is impressive for a walker, it is the fastest Armoured Support Vehicle in Ramor. Its acceleration is 7 seconds 0-70 mph.

Agility: The A.S.P is capable of manoeuvring in tight quarters, but regardless its size is still a limiting factor on its agility. Though far less cumbersome than a tank, it takes almost twice as long for an A.S.P to turn around than an ordinary human, it can however adjust its weapons incredibly quickly and its arms can move at roughly human speeds.

Speaker System: The A.S.P may project the pilot's voice through external speaker systems on the chest plate.

Comm Link: The A.S.P has com links similar to those in use in the modern day military.

Power System: The A.S.P is fuelled by a Ramor speciality, hydrogen gas fuel canisters with an effective life span of 20 hours in active use. They are stored at the rear and bottom of the mech (obviously protected by the back armour) and are roughly 60cm in diameter. They will explode if hit. This fuel source can be detonated by a self destruct sequence if the Mech is rendered inoperable or the user does not wish to be captured.

Entry Points: The A.S.P is entered normally through the front carapace, the Mech kneels while in disuse and the driver climbs the legs to enter the cockpit. If the Mech falls on its front special procedures blast a hole in the back armour for quick escape.

[User]
"Target located, 800 meters and clos-" Once again Higan's nifty front/back/everywhere seat driver was cut off by evolving circumstances it wasn't prepared for. Two pinpricks of light had revealed themselves to the Optical systems, though not yet Higan himself who was still using ordinary vision on the main screen. He looked up in confusion, as if he could see his own Optic systems through the roof of the cockpit. Nothing was going to be easy with this one apparently, he slumped momentarily and then got moving again. Eventually, a good five seconds later, the Optics systems remembered their job and flickered to Electric vision automatically. In the far distance and gaining ground was the grounded form of Slimy, who seemed to be moving around erratically far ahead.

The Mech raised its rifle into position, Systems calculating the distance. It was impossible to predict where Slimy was going to be a second from when the shot fired, but there were some high probability guesses to be made. Higan paused for only a moment.

"Alright then let's see if we get lucky eh?" He laughed, preparing to unleash hell upon the slick creature before it could fully escape him. The Mech lumbered after the beast faster now, darting past larger trees and through smaller ones. With the rifle in position he fired, the round shooting forward. The difficulty with the lower nature of the shot was that it had thicker parts of trees to burrow its way through, so it lost more power and speed then he would have liked. Still, the round would probably burst into Slimy's general vicinity, splintering the trees around him and maybe even scaring the nasty bugger. To actually hit him though would require a lot of luck, the Mech wasn't exactly spraying and praying, but it was firing into zones rather than bodies, so a direct hit was always going to be unlikely. Perhaps ten percent with each round.

For as long as the chase continued and Slimy remained in view, Higan would fire rounds off every three seconds, though if he was reduced to 80 rounds remaining with no discernible hits or damage he'd have to settle for just chasing the beast.

[Assistant]
The monster seemed to know where each bullet was going to be. Its echolocation warned it at only half the speed of sound. Its frequency had to hit an object and travel back. So powerful was the creatures hearing, however, it could feel the faint traces of a change in air pressure whenever something faster than its echolocation was released. If you climb into a bath, the water rises. If a bullet enters the air at high speed, however small, there is a shift, one that the monster could detect almost instantly. This sense perhaps bordered on the supernatural, so keen it was, and the monster knew that it had at least a second to avoid any projectile coming its way. At a closer range it wouldn't be able to react in time, but at this distance it was safe. It noted how the metal thing did not have a perfect idea of where it was going to move. Perhaps...

For the second time that day, the monster made a mistake. It had taken a bite out of its own wounded gut to regenerate enough to stop the bleeding, but no mucous could glaze over the deformed scar tissue. The mucous helped it to slither over rough objects. A pointy rock caught its damaged underside as it scurried along and tore the wound afresh, just as a lucky bullet came whizzing right at it. Silently the beast ducked, the round passing so close the monster could feel the heat of it on the tips of its ears. It stopped to chew off one of the bony protrusions on its right arm which normally framed and flexed the membrane. Another bullet right for it. It threw itself to the left before charging on. To an observer, the creature would have still seemed calm. It was noiseless and punctual. On the inside, though, its hatred seethed like worms of fire. The metal thing had intruded recklessly into its forest, was tearing down its trees, attacking so freely and with impunity. Never before had the Magna Pater felt such loathing. It no longer felt the urge to kill for merely food or sport.

Beneath the tar and pitch folds of its brain, nightmares dinned like a million black bats. If it ever caught the metal thing with its pants down, so to speak, it would show it that down in the dim recesses of the Earth, there were many things too terrible for the imagination to conjur.

It was halfway to its lair, but hadn't managed to gain more distance on the enemy, having lost what little space it had earned. The mech was still three-quarters of a mile behind. A cold sun had risen up, but its light did not penetrate the foliage.

[User]
Higan had been pursuing the beast for a goodly mile by that point, which had taken the two about two minutes to cover. With little effect on target he had slowly staggered his shots, taking up to five to ten seconds to fire a single round. None-the-less at the mile mark he was down to eighty rounds remaining and Slimy had been unscathed. He wondered where the Creature ran to, perhaps some lair or haunt where it could lick its wounds. Perhaps it was driven only by desperation, fleeing the unseen Machinations of Ramor which had brought it great pain from afar. Higan figured it was a mixture of the two, Slimy was being a bit of a bitch and wanted to hide but it couldn't.

Despite its wounds Slimy was better suited for the terrain and had outpaced the Mech, earning an additional four hundred meters as they ran, hence it was once again three quarters of a mile ahead of him when he had reduced the distance to eight hundred meters while it remained immobile. Higan was not overly perturbed though, he could hardly expect to keep close to Slimy with all the damn trees everywhere. He was half a mind to blow a chunk out of the forest with a HEAT round.

Such thoughts reminded him of the Anti-Personnel Rounds his Mech carried, and he smiled a terrible smile beneath his course beard. What a way that would be to finish off Slimy, fully deserved for what it had done to his patrol squad and the innocents they were sent to protect. The Ramor's knuckles whitened for a moment as his fists clenched, the Mech mimicking his actions. As if spurred on by thoughts of revenge, the deadly salvo began anew. Locking in on Slimy's form up ahead the rifle moved to compensate and fired, the sound echoing in the forest. The bullets would come thick and fast from then on, one every three seconds until his Mech decided to announce he was at half ammo capacity. Slimy was gunna sweat, maybe even bleed.

"Get dead, you fucker."


[System]
Personal Characteristics
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Brazil

Mental Characteristics
Known Languages: English, Portuguese
Lures: Adrenaline rush, beautiful women
Temperament: Choleric

Hidden Characteristics
Desires: Power and fulfillment
Secrets: Spontaneous fainting spells

Philosophical Characteristics
Morality: Does what he thinks is best for himself, regardless of the consequences
Perception: The glass is as full as he chooses to fill it

Spiritual Characteristics
Religion: Agnostic
Virtues: Diligence
Vices: Greed, Pride, Lust

Supernatural Characteristics (LOCKED)
Abilities: Flight; influence over human/animal behavior; physical durability; longevity

Social Characteristics
Emotional Stability: Can be somewhat volatile
Humor: Sarcastic
Reputation: Known to cause trouble

Physical Characteristics
Height: 6'
Weight: 170lbs
Species: Fallen angel
Hair Color: Black
Eye color: Green
Scars: He has some in various places from fighting (hands, arms, torso, ect.)

Health and Fitness
Addictions: None
Handicaps: Spontaneous fainting spells with no known cause

[User]
Abigail blushed and giggled lightly as she received Roman's compliment. "Thank you, I really like this dress." She said timidly, smiling at him as she led him inside. "I'll get the vase, you can go sit down!" She offered, hurrying over to the cupboards in search of a vase. She eventually found one on the top shelf, reaching up on her tippy toes to get it, before she filled the vase with some water and placed it in the middle of the table for Roman to set it up.

At the mention of the aroma, Abigail smiled, walking over to the stove and removed the lid from the pan.

"It's a dish called Chicken in Creamy White Wine Sauce." She explained, taking a fabric square trivet and the pan over after she put on an oven mitt, going back to the table and placed the trivet down in the space next to the vase, placing the pan on it afterwards. "It's basically chicken and vegetables. If you want some rice, I have some ready in my rice cooker." She offered, taking his plate and started serving him some food.

"Oh, I also have drinks! Do you want water, soda? I also have juice if you want that." Abigail added, giggling shyly. "Sorry, I think I'm a little overexcited. Maybe a little nervous?" She admitted, giving back his plate after she served his food, getting her plate to do the same for her. She soon sighed. "To be completely honest with you, these two dates are sorta... my first dates?" Abigail gave Roman a nervous smile, placing the pan back in its spot.

"I went to an all-girl's boarding school, and at times I would be homeschooled by my parents when they have to Ben relocated for some time, so there wasn't time for dating." Abigail explained, before giving him another smile. "But you don't want to hear about that. How about I get you that drink?"

[Assistant]
Roman untied the bouquet for flowers and placed them in the vase Abigail had set on the table. Taking her suggestion, he sat down in one of the chairs and leaned back as he watched her finish setting up for dinner. It had been quite a while since the last time he had been to a woman's apartment, let alone served a home cooked meal. Even though it was just one step along the way to his end goal, he would have been lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the unusual date so far.

"It all sounds great to me," he said after listening to her description of the food she had made for them. "Besides, anything is better than Chinese takeout, which is about all I've had recently. I'm starting to feel convinced it's the national food of the American bachelor."

He had to hide his surprise when Abigail listed the drinks she had to offer. No alcohol? his upper lip twitched subtly as he forced himself not to show his disappointment. Looks like I'm gonna have to get through this date sober. He was just about to answer her question, when she went on to say something else that sent his mind reeling.

She's never been on a date before... ever? Roman blinked in surprise. The girl wasn't just innocent; she was completely new to the dating scene. He groaned inwardly. This is just my luck. The hottest girl I've met all year is also the most naïve. It was beginning to sound like he was going to have to put in a lot more work than he was expecting for this one.

"Water is fine for me," he finally answered her with a polite smile. "As for our two dates being your only ones, I'm honored you're giving me a chance. I hope I've been able to keep up with whatever expectations you've had for going out with a guy so far." He rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin in his hand. "Well, I don't know much about you other than the fact that you're a total knockout in the looks department." He winked at her flirtatiously. "Tell me more about yourself, Abby. Your school, your parents, I want to know it all."

[User]
"Wow, really? You only eat Chinese food?" Abigail asked in surprise, pouting a little at the thought of having the same greasy food all the time. "Do you ever get tired of that? I mean, Chinese food is delicious, but I think I'd get bored of eating that if I ate it all the time..."

Walking over to her fridge, Abigail hugged her hair away as she grabbed the pitcher filled with cold water, placing it on the table before going to get two cups. Listening to Roman, she blushed slightly and giggled a bit. "You're really charming, I can tell you that much. You're also unpredictable, and strangely enough I like that about you." She replied, coming back with the glasses. She started pouring water into both cups, before looking at Roman as he asked to talk more about herself. Shyly, Abigail let out a small laugh.

"Well, I guess for starters, my parents are both travelers, but my mom is American with Mexican descent and my dad is from England. I was actually born in Japan, when my mom and dad were living there for about a year or so. So because of that, I know English, Spanish, and I'm starting to learn Japanese." Abigail explained, finally sitting down at her seat.

"Anyway, I hope the food is good. I usually just cook for myself most of the time." She said timidly, starting to use her fork to poke around her food, taking the first bite. "I already told you about school, sorta. All girl's boarding school, and some homeschooling, because of my parents and their careers. They're both business people, or something like that. I think my mom is in marketing? I don't remember." Abigail took a moment to eat some more of her food, looking at Roman curiously. "What do you think? Is the food any good?"

[Assistant]
"That's good to know," Roman chuckled when Abigail said she liked how unpredictable he was. "I'll do my best to keep you on your toes." He shot her a coy wink and then dug into the food she had prepared. Bringing a forkful to his mouth, he chewed slowly as she went on to give him a brief explanation of her parents' work and her life traveling abroad. He found it interesting that she had been born in Japan and moved to her family's home country later on, and he wondered offhandedly if she had dual citizenship in both nations. Not being familiar with the laws in Japan, he was curious how that worked.

When she asked him his option of the dinner she had cooked, he nodded enthusiastically. "It's great. I haven't had chicken this good in a long time. You're quite the talented chef, Abby." As if to prove his point, he popped another bite of food into his mouth. He chased it with the water she had brought and then leaned back in his chair to meet her gaze across the table as he contemplated what to share with her about himself. It wasn't that he was a particularly reserved person, but he wanted to choose information that would keep her interested so she would want to go on a third date with him.

"You know, it's funny that you mention you were born in another country," he said after a moment's pause. "I'm actually from Brazil, myself, although you might not be able to tell. I've been told I don't have much of an accent anymore." He smiled proudly, recalling how he had worked hard to master English when he had been younger so American businessmen would take him seriously. Being fluent in the language had come in handy as he rose through the ranks of P.H. Co.

He went on, "I came to this country on a work visa when I was twenty, and applied for my EB-1A after three years of being employed at Precision Horizons—they manufacture and sell security tech to businesses in New York. The EB-1A, if you don't already know, is a green card for immigrants with 'extraordinary abilities.' Basically, it just means I excelled at my field enough to be allowed to stay in the country." He shrugged casually. "As long as I keep working in marketing and sales, I can't be deported, and I'll be able to make a living for myself in America. It's a pretty sweet deal."

Roman leaned forward again to take another bite of chicken before going on to ask, "So, how did you end up in the Big Apple if your family travels so much?"

[User]
Abigail smiled brightly as Roman complimented her cooking skills, making her blush slightly. "Thank you, I try my best. I always liked to make my own food, so I don't really go out to eat that often... That, and also I just don't know any good places to go to. I also don't like to go to food places by myself, I like having company with me. So you can imagine how happy I am that you came here." She said, eating some more food before her eyes grew wide as she listened to Roman's story.

"Whoa, really? I would've never guessed you were from Brazil!" Abigail exclaimed, really amazed. She giggled a bit after seeing his proud smile, which gave her the idea that he worked hard to perfect his English. Listening attentively, Abigail began to wonder what it was like to move into the US with a visa like that. A lot of hard work and tedious processing, probably. "I honestly don't really know much about visas and things like that, to be honest." She admitted, taking another bite of her food. "I moved a lot, like I said before, but sorta settled down when I entered highschool. As for the legal immigrant stuff, I don't really know how my dad did it, but I guess being an international business man for a very long time helped him figure out what to do for the whole citizenship deal in the States. So by the time I finally got to New York, I was already a citizen here and everything is okay. I stayed here with my mom while my dad continued to travel and do business, but a few months after I graduated, my mom started working with him again once she knew I was ready to go to college and stuff like that. It's honestly kinda complicated, all of this, but it's basically what happened."

Abigail took a sip of her water and sighed. "But the bad thing about moving a lot is just the fact that I don't get to stay long enough to be friends with people sometimes. I have only probably three friends, one of them being someone I met while doing charity work here. It's kinda boring not having friends.." Abigail laughed nervously.

[Assistant]
Roman listened patiently as Abigail delved a little further into her family's past. From what she shared with him, it sounded like she'd had quite an adventurous childhood. However, he hadn't come to her apartment to learn about who she was, or where she had come from. He just had one end goal in mind: Earn this gorgeous woman's trust enough to convince her to spend a night with him, and then move on to the next. His jade eyes traveled from her face down to her body as she spoke, impatiently awaiting the time when he would get what he wanted from her. He knew he was going to have to invest some time into a few dates, but he hoped it wouldn't take too long. There were plenty of other hotties in New York just waiting for a shark like him to come along. He couldn't waste all his time on a single one-night stand.

When Abigail finished speaking, he looked up again to meet her gaze. Havin only partially paid attention to her story, it took him a moment to remember what she had been saying to him. "You know, you're a pretty trusting person," he said with an amused smirk. "You invited a total stranger into your home, and then told him you're living alone in the city with no nearby family, and almost no friends. For all you know, I could be a murderer just waiting around to kill you." He chuckled to himself and picked up a butter knife from the table, twirling it between his fingers. Setting his own ambitions aside, he almost felt pity for this girl. If she didn't wise up to the fact that most people were selfish and only looked out for themselves, she was going to have a hard life in New York. There was no room for innocence or blind trust in the big city. She was going to have to learn to watch her back.

"For the record, I'm not a murderer," Roman went on, placing the knife back down on the table and leaning back in his chair. "But you might want to be a little more guarded about that information in the future. There are plenty of people out there who are much crueler than me, and I can't promise I'll be around to stop them every time." He winked at her as he referenced the time when he had saved her from the robbers not long ago. Seeing an opportunity to earn a bit more of her trust, he tagged on one more quip at the end: "Just do me a favor and stay safe, so I don't have to worry about you when I'm not around, okay?"