Kymera

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Sorry guys! I had to take an emergency trip to one of our plants for work! @Phoenix I apologize I haven't responded to you and I'll be writing up something for you today hopefully!

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Hmmmm... I may need to send you a pm @Phoenix just to discuss a few things I've got questions on.

The Star's Dreams: A Gathering of Interesting Individuals

@Dulcet

I'll second the sooner rather than later start. I don't have much going on this holiday season. I'm typically never without phone or laptop, so my traveling isn't a limiting factor for me this year.

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Hope everyone is enjoying their break!!

The Star's Dreams: A Gathering of Interesting Individuals

Hehehe, this is going to be fun!

The Star's Dreams: A Gathering of Interesting Individuals

Hello everyone! There's some exciting ideas floating around and I hope I get to RP with you guys!!

The Star's Dreams: A Gathering of Interesting Individuals

Name: Capt. Daeren Hawes, aka Project Hybrid.

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Appearance: A military man through and through, Daeren has taken the lifestyle to heart. Jet black hair meticulously groomed high and tight, with blue eyes the shade found dancing in the hearts of only the hottest fires. At 6’2”, he doesn’t bulge with extra mass like a professional body builder, rather he’s sculpted himself down to the bare essentials and polished and fine-tuned the remaining into a work of art. Muscles like corded steel stand well defined under his skin, marred and broken up by a lifetime of gathered scars and injuries. The smell of Kevlar and military standard soap clings to him like a second skin, both in and out of uniform. The only deviation from the military ideal, are the lines of the tribal tattoo that dominates most of the right side of his face, framing his eye and extending down to his neck, nearly disguising a scar in the same location.

Abilities: Biological feat. Blood to blood contact allows him to integrate part of someone else’s abilities into his own. Not a full copy, rather a single aspect or alteration of that ability. For example: From someone with mind reading abilities, he might pick up resistance to such a skill, or perhaps his reflexes start to border on precognitive, though he can’t truly read minds himself. Repeated encounters allow for stronger expression of the new ability, or development of additional ones.

Aka, what doesn’t kill him, makes him a right pain in the ass to deal with after that.

Bio:

Biography

In ancient times, gods walked with men. Powerful beings with powers beyond that of mortals were worshiped and praised for their prowess. Unions between gods and mortals gave rise to demigods and heroes of old. But those days are long since gone.

Daeren comes from a world where he is known as a “chimera”. A bastard child of one such union, and outright feared and hated by the world around him. Most are caught as children, but due to the nature of his “gods given” abilities, he did not discover what he truly was until he’d reached adulthood.

He joined the military at 18 and became a member of a Special Forces unit dedicated to tracking down “Unique disturbances” across the world. At 27, he was promoted to Captain of his unit, shortly before being deployed to Brazil where he was tasked to find the culprit responsible for wiping an entire village off the map. What he wasn’t supposed to do, was begin a torrid affair with the woman who’d been responsible, a goddess by the name Zeta. They managed to keep their rendezvous secret for nearly a year, before Zeta vanished without a word. Shortly afterward, Daeren himself was hauled in for genetic testing by a group of MP’s where it was revealed what he really was.

Handed over to a specialized company called TETRA, Daeren was given the opportunity to work for the company as an agent purging a major metropolis of other chimeras. Initially, he and eleven others declined and were secluded in individual 4x7 underground cells with no outside human interaction or stimuli. In 8 months, all but himself and a single other participant had committed suicide, before he was given the offer again. He accepted.

Dubbed “Hybrid” by the company, he and the other prisoner operated in a three man cell with another operative to hunt down and capture chimeras within the city and deliver them back to the lab for testing/experimentation and eventual termination. His prior experience with the military made him a valuable asset to TETRA and an utter terror for chimeras trying to hide from him. However, unbeknownst to him, Zeta had been handed over to the same company around the time he was placed into isolation. Her own abilities involved a poorly controlled form of mental manipulation she used to prevent him from sinking into the same despair as his cell mates and attempting to kill himself. The frequency of her meddling caused brain damage that all but destroyed any sense of empathy he had for years.

It wasn’t until he was tasked with the capture of another chimera who possessed unique healing abilities, that he cared at all for anyone but himself. Luna, a meek, quiet girl who couldn’t have been more Zeta’s opposite was suddenly in his care as part of an orchestrated experiment by the lab’s leading scientist. She was utterly terrified of him, while he despised her complete lack of ability to care for or protect herself. It didn’t take Luna long to discover the damage left by Zeta, and slowly attempted to repair it with the thought that there were still redeeming qualities hidden behind the damage. Slowly, he did begin to change, begrudgingly accepting her presence, before taking a vested interest in her well being. Eventually it led to a stolen moment behind blocked cameras, which was quickly discovered. With the threat of losing her eminent, Hybrid orchestrated their escape back to the relative safety of Luna’s chimera friends.

They did not approve of him at all and began to sow the seeds of doubt that their relationship was nothing more than Stockholm syndrome. Hybrid eventually left her in the care of her friends, trying to reconcile his own demons and emotions he hadn’t been forced to deal with in years. Eventually, he attempted to fix his relationship with Luna, only to be met with gentle rejection, before discovering Zeta was alive and being held prisoner within the confines of TETRA. An attack on the lab was successful, though while attempting to free Zeta, his previous “employer” deployed a nerve gas killing both Zeta and himself before Hybrid could get her free.

Now, he’s left in the world trying to find a place to fit in, labeled a traitor by his own kind, a monster by the rest of the world, and for the first time in a long time, trying to reconcile the fact the only voice he can hear in his head is his own.

Equipment: A combat knife, a small sidearm pistol, and light, black Kevlar body armor still bearing the TETRA Labs logo.

What you were doing before you came: Burying Zeta overlooking the city, nursing his own wounds, and trying to puzzle out what to do with his life.

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Tbh the quality has been quite high. I can't speak so much for myself as I haven't really delved into anything meaty yet. I'm probably the furthest behind storywise of the original players. But believe me, once Jin gets into a mystery, I'll be picking up my pace.

@Xan the G

I know I'm having a blast with you guys and appreciate you putting up with me while I get the hang of roleplaying again!

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Naval Junkyard- Slateport City

Rai was sure he had to have passed out on his feet. On moment, the roar of the crowds was buzzing in his ears, and the next he found himself roughly dropped into a leather backed seat in an office he never would have guessed existed within 100 miles of the Pit. For a moment, he wondered if the blows to his head weren’t making him hallucinate, though if they were, the very attractive woman wasn’t a terrible change of pace. One eye was almost entirely swollen shut, but it didn’t stop Rai from following her every move with a half-dazed look on his face.

It wasn’t until a young man near enough Rai’s own age climbed out from under Dicky’s desk with a self-satisfied smirk, did his attention pull back away from her. The level of familiarity in the room made Rai wonder, but he’d learned early on, those questions were better left unasked. Still, he was feeling dizzy and lightheaded, either from the blood loss or the almost certain concussion. He couldn’t help the half chuckle and drunken slur as he rolled his head to look back at Dicky with a raised eyebrow.

“You know, If I’d have known you liked my performance that much, I could have stayed and beat the shit out of more of your people.”

Dicky didn’t seem to hear him though, as his escort brought a cigar to him and smoothly held it out to his lips to puff. It wasn’t until Dicky mentioned not only his name, but his mother’s, that Rai’s blood ran cold and dispersed the comfortable haze around him. A migraine stabbed at his temples, as his brain kicked into overdrive, trying to think of how Dicky had managed to come across that kind of information so quickly, when he spotted his bag and jacket laying in a haphazard pile in one corner of the room. His pokedex. No doubt they’d torn through his things and found it. He’d yet to actually introduce himself to anyone, so that was the most likely culprit and the only scenario he’d ever be able to talk his way out of.

“Went through my shit, eh?” Rai jerked his head in the direction of his discarded things, “Dunno the Rai kid. I just jacked his ‘dex before I left the Region. Looked like me enough, I figured it wouldn’t set off the Rangers, ya’ know?”

That was an easy enough story. Pokedex’s were reprogramed all the time, especially when someone needed to hop the next boat out of the region. With any luck, Dicky wouldn’t think twice about him doing the same. His mother had been notorious amongst the Rangers as a Pit Killer, damn near a boogeyman in her own right amongst the underground rings. It made his own name a liability. There were still far too many people even a decade later that would love nothing more than to tie him out in the Pit and flay him alive if they figured out his heritage. Dicky certainly seemed like the type.

“I hope you destroyed that thing if it belonged to that toasted General’s brat.” Rai spat flippantly, sick through to his heart at his own words. That pokedex was one of the last things his mother had given him. It held the only pictures he still had of their family, one tucked just behind the screen cover as a reminder what he was doing all this for. “Thing was a piece of shit anyway. Look, if I’m straight with ya’ the name’s Rhode, lotta people in the Pit just called me Typhon though.”

Rai stuck out a bloodied hand to Dicky and was entirely unsurprised when the stout man sat like a stature and didn’t budge an inch. He shrugged it off and stuck his hand back to his still bleeding scalp, trying to staunch the sluggish flow further.

“I ain’t here to waste your time.” Rai huffed, mild annoyance disguising his own anxiety. “You’re gonna be down a fighter after tonight. That bitch is never getting back in the Pit. She’ll do it once, maybe, and you’d better bet on her opponent if she does. I know I made you money tonight, and I think the two of us can help each other out. I fight, I make you money, and you put me up and in touch with someone who can help me track down a couple of people who are in serious need of a personalized asskicking.”

The cloud of smoke around Dicky seemed to make the entire room hazy and his already aching head hurt even worse. He was starting to get nauseous and didn’t trust himself to hold out much longer, before the paper-thin façade of bravado fell away to reveal just how awful he really felt.

“Longer we sit here, the more I’m gonna just bleed all over your stuff.” Rai said, leveling a hard glare right back at the Pit Boss, "So are we going to do business, or not?”

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