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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Hey Folks! Just a bit of inspiration from the current piece of fiction I am working on. It's a 1x1, FxF, kind of darker gritty roleplay. Smut isn't a requirement or anything like that. Don't really have a direction for it either. You can play your own character. I did leave a setup to play the Del'mor princess(explains in post) or you can play whatever. Mostly this is for me to get better at action/fight scenes. Be as ridiculous or as serious as you want. Any questions just send me a PM.</div>
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</div><u><i>I've seen your face before my friend<br/>
But I don't know if you know who I am<br/>
Well, I was there and I saw what you did<br/>
I saw it with my own two eyes<br/>
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been<br/>
</i></u>​</div>Fingers flicked the cigarette butt over the railing, tumbling down the twenty story high-rise. Izzy stood on the thin railing, blurry eyes staring at the ground below. Would it even hurt? If she just took one step, one tiny, itty, bitty, step. It could all be over, the fighting, the nightmares, the pain, all of it. Just one tiny step and she could be free. How did the saying go...It wasn't the fall that killed you but the sudden stop at the end?<br/><br/><i>Beep, beep. </i><br/><br/>The laptop dragged her attention away from the balcony edge. She gave one last look over the edge and hopped down. Maybe another day, she still had so much work to do. Still had names to cross out of that little black book. Stumbling steps carried her into the messy one bedroom apartment and to the table the laptop sat on. A single line of green words across the black screen.<br/><br/><i>Have you watched the news today? </i><br/><br/>Of course Izzy had seen the news, it was half the reason she had been thinking the one-way ticket six feet under. They had finally done it. After nearly two years the bill had passed and her last bit of faith in humanity had died. Her actions would officially label her a criminal.<br/><br/>She crashed into the seat and tipped back the bottle of cheap vodka before typing a reply. She had always known it would come down to this eventually. Humanity had gone soft, people had gone soft. Refused to see the noose they had willingly slipped around their neck.<br/><i><br/>
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Nothing has changed. The plan remains the same. </i><br/><br/>How long had it been now....nine, ten years? In the blink of an eye the world had completely changed. Nothing would be the same again. Humans would learn they weren't the top dogs on the food chain anymore. The supernatural had stepped out of the shadow. Vampires, werewolves, the fay, demons and angels. It had all come to light all at once. Every fairy-tale creature and creature of legend was real. Worse, something had woken that would change them all. Magic. Not the frilly new-age hippy shit. Real, raw, powerful magic. Necromancy, abjuration, invocations, conjuration, and everything in between. It had all bubbled to the surface at once. Regular every day Joe's suddenly could level entire city blocks. Little kids who could talk to animals and heal terminal illnesses. The world had entered a new ear. They called it generation magi.<br/><br/>At first it had seemed like a blessing, a new frontier for humanity to explore. For Izzy it had been the start of her nightmare. The genesis for what she would become, for the mission she would eventually undertake.<br/><br/>Izzy groaned and rubbed her eyes. She didn't want to think about what had happened back then. She seen it enough in her dreams already. She clicked on the T.V dreading what she already knew she was going to see.<br/><br/>“Today marks a new point in history as the Supernatural Rights Bill was officially passed today. Giving all creatures the same rights and citizenship as humans. Ushering in a new age for humans and supernatural creatures alike.”<br/><br/>“In other news the vigilante struck again. Last night the Del'mor coven was attacked. So far police have confirmed twenty three dead. This is one of several attacks against the New York City supernatural community. The identity of the vigilante is still unknown and police have officially formed a task-force. Commissioner Raymond Kincade had this to say.”<br/><br/>Izzy was all too familiar with the face that appeared on the T.V screen. Dear ol' dad, fighting the good fight and upholding the law. “We are doing everything in our power to capture the vigilante. Police have and always will have a zero tolerance on policy on vigilante's. Due process exist for a reason. Human or supernatural it's our job to uphold the law. We ask citizens to remain calm and report any-”<br/><br/>Izzy screamed hurling the bottle at the T.V cracking the screen. How, how could he do this? How could he side with them? After everything that had happened, after all they had taken from them. It wasn't right, wasn't fair. He was just another cog in the machine. If only he knew his own daughter was the one he was hunting. No matter, she would just have to redouble her efforts. Show these supernatural assholes and magic using scum what she was really made of.<br/><br/>She stalked away from the computer and to the secret room she had built into her bedroom. She had grown up reading old superhero comic books. With magic had come all sorts of new inventions and innovations. Izzy had gone to school for magical engineering. Know your enemy and all that crap. Magitech had dominated the market. Batteries that could last for weeks at a time, anti-gravity magical devices. The possibilities had been endless. Even the cybernetic prosthetic leg Izzy used worked off magic. She had a knack for “technomancy” as they called it. She couldn't use magic, not in the real sense of the word. Not anymore anyways. She was an artificer or sorts and she had put her skills to good use. Making all sorts of devices and of course, the suit that allowed her to fight back.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div></div><i>Have you decided on a name? </i><br/><br/>A smile crossed her lips. Gauntleted hands pushed away at the keys.<br/><br/><i>The Sentinel. </i><br/><br/>Somewhere off in the distance a destiny she hadn't thought possible was waiting for her. A fateful encounter that would change her life forever.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">-----A Few Hours Later-----​</div><br/>Vic dug a cigarette out of his pack. “What's got you all tense Vic? Come on, live a little. Today we officially got rights.” Conner called from the couch. Vic rolled his eyes, he wasn't here to party. He had drawn the short straw and was Conner Del'mor's bodyguard tonight. Him and about twenty others had taken up post in and around the penthouse suite. Magic reinforced glass windows, barrier spells up the ass, the place was practically a fortress. So why did Vic feel so uneasy? Only the select members of the Del'mor coven knew the prince's location. What were the chances the vigilante would actually show up? Probably none but Vic wanted to be prepared just in case. Getting drunk with the brat heir to the throne wasn't on the list.<br/><br/>“Sorry Mr. Del'mor, I'm on duty.” He gave Conner his best grin. Conner wasn't even paying attention at that point. Too busy feeding off some poor fang banger who thought Conner would turn her immortal. Poor bitch, just another body Vic would have to deal with at the end of the night. Disgusted he left the main room taking a lap down the hallways. He had split everyone into teams of five and set check-in's every ten minutes. Everything seemed to be going smoothly.<br/><br/>Then the lights went out. Not even the back-up lights came on. Vic was a tiefling, a half demon, he didn't have a problem with the dark. Still, something was going down.<br/><br/>The sound of shattering glass, gunfire and blood curdling screams.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">-----

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</div>-----​</div><br/>Somewhere along the way humans had gotten the foolish notion that Sups were neigh impossible to kill. Granted they were stronger, faster, and outclassed humans in almost every way. However they shared one fatal flaw with humans. When the lights went out. When the glass shattered and the smoke began to rise, they did what any human would do. They panicked, they feared just like we did.<br/><br/>Machinery whirred as Izzy moved through the smoke screen. Up behind the first one snapping his neck. Carrying his body forward as a shield to block the incoming gunshots. He died just as quickly as the first one. Izzy didn't think about her movements, didn't plan. She moved on pure instinct dodging, using cover, and the element of surprise every chance she got. It wasn't long before only two people were left alive in the room. The human girl and her main target, Conner Del'mor. The man had backed himself against a wall blindly firing a handgun into the smoke. Patiently Izzy waited, it wouldn't be long and he would be coughing up his own lungs.<br/><br/>It came sooner than expected. “What the fuck did you do to me?” Conner gasped as he fell to his knees. He coughed up large clots of blood. It was the most painful way Izzy could conceive of besides daylight. She calmly walked over to the man looking down at him. Izzy shrugged her shoulders, the suit vocoding her voice. “Micro flecks of silver and garlic. Breathe deep scum, you'll be dead in a few minutes.” Conner tried to climb to his feet and failed. Izzy wrapped her hand around his throat and lifted him until his feet were dangling. “Where is she?”<br/><br/>Conner laughed and spit against the black mask. “My sister is going to find you and she is going to kill you. Hear me? She is going to kill you.” Izzy snorted, like that would ever happen. “Where is she?” Izzy asked calmly. Of course she didn't expect him to talk, give up his own sister? Ha. The laughter continued and quickly turned to a coughing fit. “She's already on her way asshole. She's going to fuck you up so hard.” Izzy grinned behind the mask. Good, it saved her the trouble of hunting down the Del'mon princess. Izzy dragged Conner to the shattered window. Holding him over the edge with one hand. Her other hand reaching up and touching the side of the helmet.<br/><br/>The visor opened and Conner's eyes went wide. “You! No! That's not possible. We took your power! You have no magic!” Izzy gave him a wicked grin. “I don't need magic Conner. You should have killed me when you had the chance.” Izzy looked over the edge just in time to see a car pull up. No doubt Conner's sister coming to join the party. Connor fought against her grip, screamed and yelled, it didn't do it any good. “I'll see you in hell Conner. Say hello to my mother.” Izzy let go and Conner went tumbling to the ground. It was sheer luck her hit the vehicle right as the figures got out. She clicked the visor close and picked up one of the assault rifles. The fight was far from over, the little Del'mor princess was next on Izzy's list.<br/>