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Re: The Bindings of Aspera
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gilzar
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| 21 May 2014 12:10 PM |
"A long time ago, long before the time of man there was a race. A race that had settled all of its differences, and devoted all of its time into learning, and self-gain. This race was known as Aspera, and its ruins are still present today. Hmm, getting ahead of myself am I? Back to the lesson. Where was I? Oh yes, the Aspera was a culture that was around long before our own, they had settlements all over the world, and their technology was greater than any of us could even imagine! We also know that the Aspera had....'special' powers. We believe that they could learn, run, and do almost anything better than any run-of-the-mill human. This wasn't just because of their form either, countless years of genetic engineering went into the perfection of this race. But anyway, I'm getting off topic yet again, all we really know is that they were a great race, peaceful, strong, and had beautiful cities that now lie in ruins. We don't exactly know what happened, but they died off...Somewhat.
Now we get to us, man. We cannot settle our differences, and are still in conflict with one another. Yes, we have colonized the world, and have beautiful cities, but nothing compared to Aspera. We seem somewhat...neanderthal, compared to them. Or so we thought, roughly 40 years ago we found something out that changed the world forever.
A select few have the powers of the Aspera buried within. I know it sounds crazy, but bear with us here. We have found out that certain individuals have the bloodline, or DNA that partially contains Asperian DNA. These individuals are special, and can wield the same powers the Aspera once did many years ago. See, we wouldn't know that much about the Aspera if we didn't find this out. The most important thing we have figured out about the Aspera was that they were excellent warriors, and could wield fabled 'magic'. It's not exactly the same as the stuff of children's tales, but it is still different and has changed the world beyond any of your understanding.
These cetain individuals are called the children of Aspera.
That ends today's lecture."
Story
In the year 2125 the Governments of earth made an amazing discovery, one that would change history forever. It all started with a series of ancient temples, the first temple was found in an Isolated part of Northern Montana, the second in the Artic Circle, and then the Third in the Australian Outback. These were extrodinary ruins unlike anything else anyone had ever seen before. These ruins were made up of usually very large tall white buildings with many hallway complexes made up of some sort of strange stone that kept the ruins largely in tact, and all of the technologies that were once used there still remained in tact. What is so surprising is technology and how it surpassed the modern technology of the time, something that baffled scientists as they carbon dated these ruins to be over millions of years old, some speculate they arrived during the ice-age. These temples remained undetected for so long due to their isolated locations and the strange fact that sattelites cannot detect them, even when sattelites take photos of the areas the temples do not show up on picture, the only way to see them is with your own eye.
But the temples are not what changed history...sort of, they of course did contain information of the race of Humanoids called the Aspera, but that is not what was so extrodinary. The real thing that changed history was what they found after the temples; That deep down within the DNA of certain individuals there is partial remnants of Aspera DNA, laying dormant and waiting to be awakened. Scientists speculate these types of people have been around since the beginning of Man, but nothing could awaken the DNA...until the temples were discovered. Right as the temples were discovered the DNA activated and these certain individuals gained...'powers'. These powers were not just ordinary 'Fire, Water, Lightning, Etc.' but powers that are limitless in variety. Some individuals can weild all elements, some can havest 'spirit energy', others can manipulate the powers of physics and gravity with their mind, the possibilities are endless!
The year is now 2163. All governments have declared that the Children of Aspera are a danger and must be dealt with. Why do they think this? Just contemplate this for a second. I said before that the possibilities for their powers were endless. Now think about how destructive they could be. One Child of Aspera could have the power to level something from an entire city block to the entire city! (Of course that would take an enourmous amount of energy, but it still could happen). The Children of Aspera are now hunted by all governments, dead or alive. They all say that there will be no punishment if one were to simply turn themselves in...but...by now you've probably guessed the fate of those who do turn themselves in. If you haven't guessed, I'll tell you. They are experimented on, forced into government facilities where their powers can be surpressed, they can be crammed into a cell, and have no rights. A fate that nobody wants to have to go through, so obviously nobody turns themselves in. The governments needed a way to get the C.A.'s, and that's when the Hunters come to play into all this. Hunters are individuals hired by governments to track and kill any C.A. they can find. Hunters (Most of them anyway) are not human, they are C.A.'s as well that have been told they can be free as long as they do their job, and will be paid very well for it, or have been exposed to the Children of Aspera so much they get their powers.
Now, the conflict between the C.A. and the Children of Aspera is at an all time high. Various underground C.A. groups have formed, most C.A.'s keep their identities hidden, and try living normal lives. Majority of hiding C.A.'s work night jobs, and stick with the night life so that they can't be singled out easily. Most hunters have a difficult time finding the C.A. becuase of this, and its not hard to find cases of hunters mistaking humans for a C.A. and killing them.
-Some Background Info-
-The Governments of 2163 are the same as they are in 2014.
-This Role-Play will be taking place in San Francisco California, and the area surrounding it
-The technology is very much more advanced in this time, I cannot describe all of it as that would take a while but here is some general information.
-Cars vary from being on the ground to being able to hover, usually only the rich can afford a hover car however, but the cars on the ground are very advanced as well.
-Everything you can think of from computers to simple books are much more advanced, and they all vary extremely.
-Clothes are not as high tech, fashion may be a tad bit differentely but overall people arn't walking around with a computer built into their jacket or something...and people don't dress outrageously either, it's very similar to our times fashion. I know this is random but I just had to adress this.
-There is still a United States and all those other countries.
-Of course because of the year the military and police are much more advanced as well.
Children of Aspera Information.
As stated before, Children of Aspera are certain individuals that contain partial DNA of the Aspera. When this DNA becomes awakened the individuals get powers, and these powers seem limitless (I don't want any Time Travel or other just flat out ridiculous powers). You may be asking how an individuals powers become awakened. Well, there are a few ways to do it. The main way is usually when there is a high emotional intensity and that seems to activate it, sometimes certain individuals can activate it for them. Sometimes powers just randomly activate, but that is very rare. There is another way of...becoming a Child of Aspera. If your not born into it, you can catch it like a virus almost. What I mean is that if exposed to a C.A., and that can be anything from just standing next to them in a room to physically engaging them there is a extremely low chance that the powers can...'rub off' onto the Human, and turn them into a Child of Aspera.
Children of Aspera can be anyone regaurdless of age or race. They look just like normal individuals except for a few things. First off, C.A.'s are much more faster and stronger than average individuals even though most of them don't look like it (What I'm trying to say is they may not be muscular but they still strong and fast). Also, when a C.A.'s powers activate, they get markings on various parts of their body that represent their power. They look just like tattoos, and vary in color and design. But they all represent their power as I said before, so for an example if an Individual could wield fire (F.Y.I. I would never recommend picking a power that basic) they would get fire like designs on their leg or arm or chest, etc.
The C.A.'s power can be compared to a muscle almost. At first, they will be weak and you can barely use them as the user will run out of spirit energy, which is the source of their power. But, the more they use their powers, the stronger they become, and they can use them much more often as their spirit energy will increase. Some C.A.'s even gain more powers as their power increases! When a C.A.'s power increases, their markings usually change some way, either expanding out or symbols change.
As stated before C.A.'s can only use their powers to a certain point, before they run out of spirit energy. When they run out of spirit energy something usually happens, such as a bloody nose or disorientation, etc. After this point the use of their powers can result in minor to major injury, or even death.
The Children of Aspera also don't just use their power in a fight. They have a weapon of choice; Swords. Primitive it may seem, but I'll explain. With a sword, unlike a gun a C.A. can channel their energy into it because a sword does not leave your hand like a bullet does, giving the sword devastating effects. Swords are usually also much more simple and easier to use.
Other Notes
-I'm going to allow a lot of freedom in this rp, though of course I have to enforce a few things.
-Try and get as creative as possible for powers, like things that nobody would think of perhaps. If you can't then you can always mix and match, your character doesn't have to have just one power. Also, you can do a variety of techniques with your power.
-Put EFFORT into your CS, I don't want extremely short CS's
-If there is anything else I will probably adress it later.
Character Sheets (If you feel that I'm missing anything please feel free to add it in)
Human
Name:
Age:
Appearence:
Personality: (How your character acts and feels, and why that could be so)
Bio: (Your character's background information)
Inventory: (What your character is carrying with them)
Child of Aspera
Name:
Age:
Appearence:
Power: (Your C.A.'s power, try and get creative for this one)
Marking: (Describe the deisgn and location of your marking that reflects your power)
Personality: (How your character acts and feels, and why that could be so)
Bio: (Your character's background information)
Weapon: (Gun or sword, or perhaps both)
Hunter
Name:
Age:
Appearence:
Power: (Your Hunter's power, try and get creative for this one)
Marking: (Describe the design and location of your markings that reflects your power)
Personality: (How your character acts and feels, and why that could be so)
Bio: (Your character's background information)
Weapon: (Gun or sword, or perhaps both)
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| 21 May 2014 12:11 PM |
Child of Aspera
Name: Blair Adams
Age: 22
Appearence: Bair has a fairly young complexion, and her age is often confused due to her young appearence. She has white skin, and stands roughly at 5'8, and has a relativley light build. For Facial details, she has short brown hair, and green eyes, and no visible facial scarring. For clothing, on an average day she wears a white shirt with a black polyester athletic jacket with white trimming. For her lower body section she wears grey pants and white atheletic shoes with black and green trimming.
Power: Blair has the unique ability to manipulate her spirit energy to do various things, including to be used as a powerful weapon. When she manipulates her spirit energy, it will appear as a glowing neon blue auroa that is very tendril like. Usually when used as a weapon, spirit energy will be blazing hot and able to burn through nearly anything.
Marking: Blair has a neon blue marking that takes the shape of tendrils, and crawls from the lower left side of her lower back to her left shoulder. When she uses her powers these markings start to glow a bright neon blue or on some occasions white.
Personality: Blair has a very kind, almost innocent personality. She is very outgoing and determined individual but is also very troubled by her past. Numerous events of her past have scarred her emotionally, and she will often break down at numerous times and make haste, rash decisions because of it. Blair also hates to speak of her past to anyone, and will rarely share anything about it to even her closest friends.
Bio: A rather unfortunate life really. She grew up in San Fransisco in an upper middle class family. Her mother some sort of banker, and father the head of the Vallejo area police department. Her parents were very busy, and growing up she faded from them, sometimes wondering if in their eyes if she even existed, and this led to conflict in the household. Around the age of 15 she began to hang around with various groups in her school, but she became friends with one certain individual named Ashley. Ashley and Blair had a lot in common, as Ashley was a foster child who never really felt like she belong and Blair felt almost unwanted.
As the years went by many of Blairs friends came and went but Ashley and her were as thick as thieves. Arguments and conflict with her parents continued, on her parents side they argued that she was never around, and Blair argued they were never around. Soon, things would take a change for the worse. Blair would soon discover that Ashley, her most dear closest friend was a Child of Aspera. She had been one for years, born with it. Blair was of course upset because she felt that Ashley didn't trust her after all these years, after everything Blair told her that was personal yet Ashley never confessed to what she truly was until she had to as her situation demanded it. Blair told Ashley never to speak to her again, and the two severed their ties.
Three weeks later Blair would be riding in a car with her parents, and they were of course in an argument. A few turns down the road later and a traffic mishap would lead into a devastating accident, head on collision by the two cars, that would lead to Blair's vehicle to fall off of the bridge they were on and enter the water below. She would walk away from the accident miraculously unharmed, as the collision broke the back windows letting Blair escape. When leaving the water and dragging herself onto shore, overcome by emotion she felt a burning sensation on her back. When examining it she found her Markings, and realized it must have spread to her from Ashley. She then realized she had to live a new life now, and sever her ties with her old one. She never reported to a police station to report what happen, never called 911. Instead she went home, packed her bags and got as much money as she could and left home. She would later find that Ashley had turned herself in
Four years have passed since that day, and now a days she mainly just works as a bartender at a nightclub, inconspicious, not much attention, hard to be noticed. Just what she needed.
Weapon: A small handgun and a pocket knife for now.
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| 22 May 2014 12:53 PM |
Child of Aspera
Name: Jamison Hawke
Age: 43
Appearence: Jamison has an aged appearance to him. He stands 6'2, light medium build, as he is in very good shape. He is caucasian with a slight tan, and has plenty of scars all over his body. For facial details, he has short, groomed brown hair and a rough beard growing that is visibly graying with even some white hairs in it. Adding to his up kept appearance is his blue eyes, that stand out from the rest of his face. For clothing, Jamison wears a button up white casual shirt with a grey trenchcoat-like jacket. He then wears Khaki like pants and combat boots.
Power: A solar/gravity/lunar like power. Can manipulate gravity with mind, sort of like telepathy. But can also harvest energy from around him and turn it into solar/lunar powers. Solar powers use glowing white beams and blasts as weapons, and lunar powers can manipulate different things about his body, such as speed, strength, stamina, etc.
Marking: Jamison has the marking of a Lunar Eclipse the right side of his chest, and it is surrounded by Aspera writing. The writing has expanded goes down the entire right side of his Torso and around to the left side of his back, showing that he is an extremely experienced Aspera with a great amount of power
Personality: Jamison has an extremely outgoing and determined personality that is supported by his intellect and general coldness of his personality. Ever since Jamison was a child he had demonstrated his cunning wits, and outgoingness. His coldness probably came from his years of serving in the U.S. Navy Seals, as he was a commanding leader. That gives him another one of his personality traits: a born leader. Jamison can use his leadership skills to get almost anything done, either himself or his followers.
Bio: Jamison grew up in a not-so special home of a not-so-special town in Northern Montana. Growing up he was just a normal child, though he had one thing about him that set him from the others. He was smart, and he used his upper intellect to manipulate his friends to do bad things often, like stealing from general stores, etc. He would later graduate from high school at the top of his class, and as a star athlete. A year later at the age of 19 he submitted an application to the Marines, and of course they accepted him, with his GPA and athletics they jumped at the opportunity to accept it. He made it through the training no problem, and rose through the ranks like a spark in embers.
He then did a tour in the middle east, where his combat prowess showed, and his natural leadership was tested. He flourished there, and that caught the attention of most of the Navy Seals he worked with. After his tour he was asked to join the Seals, which he kindly accepted. Then, Jamison suffered through the most brutal training he had ever endured, but he made it through, and was soon apart of the Navy Seals. He finished just in time too, that's when the Insurgence of Brazil started, when different Extremist groups overlooking to overthrow the government of Brazil hid in the jungle, and launched various assaults. The U.S. intervened, sending armed forces including Jamison's Seal Unit into the jungle.
Jamison experienced the true horrors of war even in this elite unit, yet his unit played a lead war in ending the major insurgence. It was there that he first discovered what he was, a Child of Aspera. At first, he told his comrades that he just got a new tattoo, but they knew. They didn't rat him out because they knew he was one of their own though, and Jamison used his new powers to rain hell on the enemy. Five months later the war was out, and Auron stepped out of the seals, for obvious reasons. Then, for the next 20 years not much was heard from him until he re-appeared in San Fransisco recentely, with a few other Children of Aspera.
Weapon: A katana-like sword hidden inside of his trenchcoat, and then a pistol. Also will use the occasional assault rifle.
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| 22 May 2014 01:32 PM |
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| 22 May 2014 01:35 PM |
64kingjoe, accepted. Brilliant CS, would read again. 11/10.
THIS IS A FREAKING SIGNATURE, NOT A RIDDLE. |
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| 22 May 2014 02:03 PM |
Child of Aspera
Name: Sam Onyx
Age: Nineteen
Appearence: http://2(dot)bp(dot)blogspot(dot)com/--LSu_QdH32w/T0WtUJKqktI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9CoJVnc9BTU/s1600/mzma.jpg, with blonde hair, white instead of red on the uniform, dark blue eyes and wielding these two blades: http://img2.wikia.nocookie(dot)net/__cb20140123151442/monsterhunter/images/c/ca/MH4-Great_Sword_Render_046(dot)png and http://img2(dot)wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111013074322/xenoblade/images/2/29/3rd_monado(dot)jpg
Power: Aura Manipulation
Marking: A different elemental kanji in the center of a circle around each of the seven chakra points on a body, each the colour of the kanji. They only appear when activating that point. He also has two on his hand, in the shape of the aura symbol.
Personality: Sam is reasonably excitable, but often gets caught up in his own thoughts, drifting away from reality. He's really, really clever, but always seems to come up with the dumbest ideas. Funny thing is, although blunt, they usually work. He can quickly switch through emotions, but they're usually positive or angry, although... he does has his quiet moments.
Bio: TBR. However, the general thing is he's a reasonably well known mercenary, although most don't know his face due to a solid white mask he wears, and he's currently on the way to a nightclub.
Weapon: The two massive freaking swords he carries around and two smaller pistols.
THIS IS A FREAKING SIGNATURE, NOT A RIDDLE. |
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| 22 May 2014 03:46 PM |
Child of Aspera
Name: Zabuza Momochi
Age: He seems to look in his late teen years, whether seventeen or eighteen, when in actuality he's well into his late twenties.
Appearance: To start with the most notable and the reason he will always be the easiest Child of Aspera to pick out from a crowd, his eyes changed to a dark crimson red when his powers were activated. With that out of the way other than that he is both tall and muscular for his supposed age, with hair as dark as the night that he keeps long enough to try and block his eyes.
Power: Extreme Cell Regeneration, his body is able to mend itself back together at a near instant level. Fangs, when he changed his single row of human teeth fell out and his jaw structure completely changed giving him row upon row of sharp fangs. Unknown to Zabuza yet he also has the power to collect the "souls" of those he kills.
Marking: Down the entire length of both of his arms are where Zabuza's marking are. At the top of each arm is highly detailed and intricate fangs drenched in blood and down the entire rest of the arm is drips of crimson blood falling from those fangs mentioned earlier.
Personality: Over all Zabuza is a cruel, heartless, and sadistic individual. He alienates himself from the rest of humanity, despising it. This is all because if he were to ever be physiologically evaluated it would not be difficult to determine he is in fact a psychopath.
Bio: From anybody looking outside at Zabuza, his early years could only be described as tragic unfortunate event after unfortunate event. They would almost certainly describe it as if he was cursed by Death itself following in his wake, as every person that personally knew him- starting with his family- suffered their demise from a supposed accident. This was all untrue, Zabuza even in his earliest years had a hatred for those around him and intricately planned out their demises to look like accidents.
When this finally did leave Zabuza almost completely alone, he could of not been happier. In his later teen years, on one unforgiving night as he was walking home from his late night shift job a car that swerved on to the sidewalk suddenly rammed straight into Zabuza, hurling him back and hitting his head on the side of a brick ally wall.
With his head cracked in, both his arms in unnatural positions behind his body Zabuza rested there on the ally street ground waiting to bleed out. However, just as he thought he was finally going to pass out from the pain his arms began to burn as he had feeling in them once more. Tattoos appeared upon his arms as well as his body began to mend itself back together as within moments he was back to normal.
His teeth then immediately after began to fall out, as Zabuza's jaw itself cracked and popped until it settled into position before rows of new sharp fangs appeared. Zabuza could also see in a puddle on the ally way floor as his bright blue eyes changed to a Crimson Red.
Walking over to the car that had hit him, now crashed straight into the building beside the ally way, Zabuza saw in the driver's seat a passed out man with cans of a certain beverage littering the car. Zabuza ripped open the car door throwing it into the distance with a new found strength, before pulling the man out and ripping into his throat, killing him as Zabuza devoured his blood, blood that now tasted so sweet to Zabuza.
From then on Zabuza had to constantly be on the move, alone.
Weapon: One night years later, Zabuza began to once again feel a burning sensation just like when he had first gotten his tattoos that was putting his entire back in pain. Hoping for more tattoos, Zabuza eagerly looked back in a mirror just to be disappointed. This pain then intensified more and more until on a primal instinct Zabuza reach one of his hands back and ripped it into his own back to pull out whatever was hurting him.
To his surprise Zabuza then ripped out a section of his own spine, nearly falling to the floor a second before it was mended back together inside his body. This section of his spine had black fiery markings on it, and the spine itself changed in Zabuza's hand to more of a sword like weapon. |
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| 23 May 2014 03:38 PM |
(Time to begin, and why not start this off with a bang? This will be a lengthy though, but not all posts will be this long)
The time was not specified. The only signal to the time of day was the sun, slowly rising over the Golden Gate Bridge of San Francisco Bay.
To be precise, it was 10:12 AM. And today will be the start of this story, which history books will remember forever.
It all began in just a black SUV, in front of the Global Trade Bank & Stock Exchange tower.
Jamison Hawke
James (Short for Jamison) stared into the rear view mirror of the drivers seat, glaring at his eyes in his reflection, and his grip tightened on the steering wheel. Behind him, there was sounds of clicking, zipping, and loading. James then took his hands off of the steering wheel, and gazed down at the clothes he was wearing. A white button up shirt, with black combat pants and boots, with leather combat clovers on. James slid sunglasses over his eyes, and then put the black mask that lied in his right hand into his mouth and held it down with his teeth as he quickly tightened his boots. He then tied the bandana around his face, completely disguising him.
He took two more deep breathes. "Ready?" A deep voice from behind him asked. James's head glanced behind him. "Are you?" he asked. "I've been waiting for this for years." the voice said. Just then a lighter voice cut in. "Well we can't wait any longer, I just cut all electronic signals, videocameras, microphones, and all that other crap that could be used against us."
James then reached into the seat next to him, and grabbed a black combat vest and slid it over his body. He then turned over to the two figures behind him. One of them, named Rourke was a very muscular, tattooed man, african american in decent with a warrior stripe for a hairdo, and a visible scar thats under his left eye. The other, named Princeton was a orange haired, caucasian man in OK shape, and a few tattoos down his arms. All of them were dressed in the same apparel as James. James glanced at them both. "Ready?" He asked them. They all nodded, and reached below their seat. James pulled out a FAMAS like assault rifle, while Princeton held a combat shotgun and Rourke also had an assault rifle.
They all opened their doors, and ran across the street right through traffic. Traffic yeilded immediately to them after seeing what the men were carrying. "I can only safely block the signal with my powers for roughly 15 minutes!" Princeton yelled. "That's more than enough!" Rourke yelled, and he then sprinted at one of the walls of the building. He charged right into the building, but instead of hitting the wall, he went through it, like a ghost! Just vanishing into the wall. Screams and panic was heard from the inside, and James and Princeton kicked open the doors of the Global Trade Bank & Stock Exchange. Inside of the main lobby, James noticed that Rourke had already began to round everyone up as he took them all by surprise. James turned to Princeton. "I need you to round them all up into the service elevator, then trap them in there! R and I will quickly take the Bank floor!"
Princeton nodded. "Alright everybody, we don't need any heroes today, just kindly step into that elevator and no one gets shot!" he yelled out as he rounded them all up like cattle into the service elevator, then closed it and put his hand onto the control panel. He then cut all the power to the elevator, trapping them in there, then he followed James and Rourke up the stairs. James ordered him and Rourke to take the bank, then James went up the stairs to the Stock Exchange Section.
James charged into the Stock Exchange Section, blasting off a few rounds at some desktop computers. He changed his voice a southern cowboy accent. "Alright now, listen up. Ya'll are gonna sit down and be good or you're gonna get blasted. Don't try signaling the police either, as you may have noticed it's all cut off!" he yelled. James then pointed his assault rifle at the main desk, and slowly approached the lady sitting there. "There's no money in this section of the building!" She yelled. "I don't want your damn money, the people below do!" He yelled, and he jumped on top of the desk and kicked everything off but the built in computer. He lowed himself down onto one knee, and reached into his pocket pulling out a flash-drive looking device. "Now look, I'm gonna need to know you're name." He asked the lady. The lady shivered, then spoke. "Barbara." "Look Barbara, I don't want to shoot anyone. All I need you to do is kindly put this into your computer and it'll take care of the rest" The lady nodded, and uploaded it. Immediately the screen went black, and a white bar showing the progress of a the computer's hard drive being downloaded onto the computer.
Meanwhile 2 floors below Rourke and Princeton were stealing credit information from the bank's servers, as they did not have the hardware to steal the physical money. Princeton hastily finished up his job as Rourke yelled out, starting with a cussword "We got company!" as the police and swat teams (With future weapons and tech, such as combat armor and fancier cars and what not) gathered below. Just then James came running down the stairs, waving his flashdrive. "Got it!" he yelled. Princeton quickly got off the computer, and waved his flashdrive "Done as well!" He yelled. "Then let's get the hell out of here!" Rourke yelled, running through a few more walls, vanishing thorugh them like a ghost and heading down a few floors.
"There's only one way out of here, gentlemen, and that's straight through!" James yelled, and he bursted out of the building while the others remained behind under cover, ignoring the police's efforts to make contact. As James bursted out he was met with a hail of gunfire. But, every time James was hit with a bullet he flashed white and the bullet bounced off. James then put his rifle slinged behind him, and raised up both of his hands. As he raised his hands up, all of the policemen and their vehicles were raised off of the ground, floating through the air weightless. "He's a C.A.!" the polcemen began to scream. Then, James pushed his hands forward and all of the Police and their vehicles went flying back down the road with extreme force, showing Jame's power as a C.A. James then proceeded to take down the air supports.
"Dang, your markings don't lie, you are experienced aren't you?" Princeton yelled as him and Rourke fled across the street. James quickly followed them all, and the trio abandoned the stollen SUV and entered into maintenence tunnels below their feet, out of sight of everyone else...They had shaken up the entire city in just 12 short minutes. |
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| 23 May 2014 03:56 PM |
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I slowly open up the door to a local nightclub. I push my hood down, and my hair falls down to just below my collar. I spot the usual, mid-day activity, and just relax for a bit, skimming around the area, and acting social. It would look a bit weird if people noticed they were dancing with a guy who actually had two large blades on his back, but that doesn't need to be said, does it? I'm not here for this, though. I've got to go get a new mission. I sigh quietly, and then my eyes glow a slight red before everyone seems to just stop noticing me. I look around, then notice my new employeer. I walk over to the grinning man. "You seem to be having fun." I narrow my eyes. "And?" I question. He shrugs. "Whatever. Here's the job." He hands me an envelope, and I take it from him, my gauntlets whirring quietly as my fingers move. I rip open the letter, and have a quick read through it. "Interesting. Here?" He nods. "Why?" He laughs. "That's not for you to know." I shrug, and turn away. "It'll be done in a few days."
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| 23 May 2014 04:50 PM |
[/Zabuza\]
With his hood still down covering his eyes, Zabuza entered into the bar. He had been planning this for a week now, the bar itself was in a terrible neighborhood. No security of any kind, far away from any police, and in a neighborhood where screaming would be overlooked without question.
There were fifteen or so people within the bar, not counting the bartender himself, and nobody noticed as Zabuza entered and broke off the handle of the only door in the building leaving no exit. Zabuza then sat down on one of the stools, the bartender staring up at a television where the local news was still discussing the last two bloodbaths that had happened the last two weeks and how they were beginning to believe it was being done by a CA.
Zabuza asked if the bartender could turn the TV off, where as the bartender finally looked over at Zabuza. "You look and sound a little young my friend" the bartender said, "but we don't ask any questions here. However, maybe you should pay double what any person of the actual drinking age would pay. Now, what's your poison, what can I get you?"
Zabuza finally took his hood off, showing his crimson eyes to the bartender. "I'll help myself, thank you very much" Zabuza said as he showed his fangs and teared them into the neck of the guy sitting beside him draining him. The bartender fell to the floor behind the bar screaming CA, the other fourteen customers inside the bar running to the door trying to escape just to find they couldn't.
Zabuza walked over to them, creating his now third bloodbath in this city. When the last one of them dropped to the floor dead, Zabuza looked back over to the bartender. The bartender pointed a shotgun at Zabuza, his hands clearly shaking. Zabuza began to walk towards the bartender, the first shot was a clear miss, the second into Zabuza's shoulder, and the third and final one his Zabuza's side before Zabuza took the shotgun from the bartender's hand, ripping it in half.
All the injuries Zabuza had taken from being shot were mended back together near instantly, as Zabuza then drained the bartender dry, killing him. Zabuza then walked back towards the door, carelessly walking over the corpses before kicking down the door.
Soon Zabuza was driving out of the city, keeping true to his system. Each new city Zabuza entered he committed three bloodbaths in over the time of three weeks before leaving to another city. |
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| 23 May 2014 05:04 PM |
Blair
Blair stood in an empty locker room, with only one good light in it, and that was above the mirror. She stared at herself, dead in the eyes. When she stared at herself she always would go into flashbacks, remembering the little things. Mostly she remembered the bad little things, how she never got to say goodbye to her mother or father. About how it was her fault Ashley was now in a Government facility.
"Hey, are you just gonna stand there and stare at yourself again or work?" her boss yelled into the locker room. Blair looked down into her reflection shining off of the white porcelain sink. She then sighed, and quickly changed out of her normal clothes and into her work clothes: Jeans, comfortable shoes, and a black shirt with the club logo and name on it.
She then walked out of the locker room and into the bar, coincidentally she was in the same Club that Sam was in. She cared for the counter, taking orders, and cleaning glasses. |
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| 23 May 2014 05:16 PM |
Sam:
I shut my eyes for a moment. "Why?" I question. He tilts his head. "We need that guy gone, his voice is... 'too loud'" he replies. I shake my head, then open my eyes. "You know this isn't going to help. He'll just be a martyr." He grins. "Don't worry, we have our ways." I narrow my eyes. Something was off - this guy never smiles. "Yea, alright. I'll do it if you throw in a coffee now." He nods. "Small price to pay. Waiter!" Underneath my shirt, on my stomach, yellow markings spread out in a small circle, unseen to him.
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| 23 May 2014 05:25 PM |
Blair
Blair leaned against the counter, daydreaming. She heard someone should waiter, but she ignored it. "Ehem, new girl that's you!" the other bartender said to her.
She left the bar, and headed over to Sam's table. She took out a little notecard to track the order. "Yes, how may I help you?" Blair asked nicely, though she was staring at the swords on Sams back... |
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| 23 May 2014 05:30 PM |
Sam:
She would, if there wasn't a strange field surrounding them. She, being a CA, can see a strange blur, but not much else. The guy nods. "Yea, can you grab us a coffee?"
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| 23 May 2014 05:35 PM |
Blair
"Yeah, sure." She said, and she quickly went back to the counter, and filled up two cups of coffee. She wondered what the that strange blur on that person's back was...Huh....strange. Was this a perk of being a Child of Aspera?
She walked back and set the coffee down on the table, still starring at the blur on Sam's back. |
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| 23 May 2014 05:39 PM |
Sam:
In my casual teenage uniform of a grey hoodie and black jeans, along with some sweet sunglasses, I spot the waitress looking at the blades on my back. Could she see them? Nah... at least, not properly. She'd have done something by now if she realized what it was. The guy shuffles through his pockets, and takes out a dollar.
He doesn't use dollars.
"Hey, could you come with me for a sec?" I ask the guy. He nods. "Sure." I look at the waitress from under my sunglasses for a second, not seeing anything special about her, then head out the front and to the alley next to the building.
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| 23 May 2014 05:43 PM |
Blair
She wondered just what was on that boys back, and why were they heading out to the alleyway? That's an employee entrance only...hmmm...
Blair quickly went up to the second floor of the club, then entered the fire escape, and headed up another floor on the fire escape where it was dark, and you couldn't see her unless you were at the perfect angle... |
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| 23 May 2014 05:47 PM |
Name: David Jamison
Age: 31
Appearence: Tall (6' 11''), medium build, very much in shape.
Power: Camouflage Surroundings: Take in the surroundings and create a type of screen that mimics your surroundings, and updates in real time. (Sounds technological, but it's not :P)
Marking: David has a marking on his chest that resembles the silhouette of a creature. This symbol means that he can make himself invisible, and the fact he cannot be seen, but can be touched.
Personality: Passive and comedic, but aggressive and very strategic if harmed/friends or family is harmed or in danger of being harmed.
Bio: Born and raised in New York, David was raised with a semi-normal life. He had a track record of having bad luck, and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Discovering he had the ability to turn invisible, he used this to escape many bad situations. When his parents discovered this, they told him he had powers a select group of others had. He had to use it wisely and hide it as much as possible, as the Children of Aspera were being hunted.
Weapon: Specially balanced Falchion (type of sword) that he can channel his energy into and paralyze his enemies. The sword can also become invisible, allowing David to silently strike. This may seem OP, but he cannot channel his energy to hide the sword as long as he can himself.
Came up with this in like 20 - 30 minutes. Creativity level is lower than if I drafted it and looked at it like an author :P |
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| 23 May 2014 05:48 PM |
Sam:
The guy follows me into the alley. "So, what do yo-"
I grab his head with hands bigger than what I seem to have, and slam him into a concrete slab. "Where's my employer." He groans, his face bloodied and several teeth knocked out. "Stop... what are you-!"
I slam him down again, the blurs around my figure slowly dissipating. "Where." I slam him down, knocking out more teeth. "Is." I slam him again, with an audible snap of bones. "He." I hold him up, the aura field gone, revealing my normal outfit as I hold him in the air, the gears on my gauntlets turning to tighten my grin and start to suffocate him. "N-no... please s-stop... he..."
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| 24 May 2014 04:08 AM |
[/Zabuza\]
After a near fifteen hour drive, Zabuza arrived to his next city of choice: San Francisco, California. He once again began his routine, first off by finding a motel owned and run by a single family where as he would dispose of said family and move their corpses to one of the empty motel rooms.
He would live in one of the rooms of that motel for the duration of the next three weeks, running it and claiming he was a close and dear family friend of the owners that they had needed to help run the place for a small amount of time because something had come up.
From then on any people that checked into that motel were Zabuza's day to day meals, for while he was planning out his major feasts during each week. With his housing situation now set up in San Francisco, Zabuza began to plan out the first of three places he would strike in the city. |
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| 24 May 2014 03:57 PM |
(Iron, you need to put more effort in than that.)
Blair
Blair watched this man in the alleyway attacking the other, and had to cover her mouth to stop from gasping.She rolled over onto her back so she could at least shield herself from sight of it. "My god...he's...he's a Child of Aspera...like me..." She said quietly to herself.
She tried creeping slowly back down the stairs, and as she crept down, her weight caused the old platform to screech from unfamiliar pressure. She stopped, eyes wide open pulsing with fear. She looked down and could feel spirit energy pulsing through her veins, in fact she could litterealy see one of her veins glowing with energy. |
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| 24 May 2014 06:09 PM |
Sam:
My eyes snap towards the screech. I curse under my breath, as red markings on my legs appear. I concentrate for a second, moving my aura across my body, before jumping up. I manage to get a grip on the side of the building, and widen my eyes as I see the waiter from before practically glowing in an energy similar to my own. I narrow my eyes. This doesn't mean anything. "Hello there. May I ask what you're doing interrupting a... private conversation?" I question, danger hidden in my level tone.
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| 25 May 2014 08:03 AM |
Blair
Blair remains silent in fear, and sits there silent for a few seconds.
She then looked at Sam, and blinked. Then she took off down the fire escape stairs for the window, where she would be safe under the cover of people. |
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