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Generation - inFamous RP

I'm use to picking up a villain role, I like the hero and all but sometimes being the villain can be a bit more fun. Plus some of my favorite characters from forms of media are villains so I draw inspiration off of them.

Generation - inFamous RP

True timeline is messed up but we can say that we moved up the timeline so that the events of Infamous 2 took place in the year 2049, which then would ultimate make the correct necessary date we need for this RP.

I also put up another post because I felt like it.

Generation - inFamous RP

Scorn landed in the dark shadows of an alleyway."Ah now to blend it with the norms," she said with a laugh, zipping up the hoodie that had the design of a rib cage on the front, and part of a skull on top. She pulled the hood farther around her face, blocking it from view. One day they all would know her face, one day but for now she kept it hidden until the big reveal. She of course kept doing her shadow teleportation ability to get around the large crowds on the streets and used the roof tops as well to her desire. Every now and then another conduit would pass by, the thought of a potential recruit always in her mind as she watched them but before she asked strangers should would find the faces she had seen in her stay at Curdon Cay, those she had names of. Give them the first come, first serve offer. If they didn't join well she would give one warning and that was it, those that got in her way would be crushed between her hands and she would enjoy watching the life drain from them. The thought gave her a smile.Soon this entire city would be her playground of torture and chaos, oh how excited she was for that day.
"Ashes and ashes they all fall down," She laughed to herself as she continued on her way. She stopped though when she saw a billboard in a prime location to make one of her marks later that day. The mark of the new Reaper gang. It was similar to the old Reaper gang of Empire City but Scorn had felt it needed also a new look, something to show it's new leader and power. So down the skull red blood trails were added to the design, representing a disorder that Scorn had. Due to her beatings she had recieved as a child, she had developed haemolacria, a disorder in which the person cries blood rather then tears. She also added the crossed skulls behind the skulls of the design, similar to that of pirates flags had of the jolly roger. There were also a few other minor modifications. She held her hands up in a square imagining the design. Then another idea popped in her head.
"We can also hang the body of that syndicate guy I killed this morning alongside it, give the Syndicate a warning of what they are messing with," a cold grin going across her face as she called up her gang and told them to hold on to the body she had said to dispose of. She laughed to herself happily, and if anyone was around they no doubt would think she was insane which she practically was.

The Lost Alpha

Both my CS's do have ranks in them, they are both after the bios, the first is an Elder, the other is the Hunter Leader.

The Lost Alpha

Name: Zaccar
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Appearance: one eye is blue, the other is brown


Personality: A loyal wolf though can seem to be a bit impassive, not being all that talkative like his father. He does have his father's caring nature though and will sacrifice his life to protect the pack from harm. Like his father as well he enjoys watching pups and will offer to do so if there is no one else to fill the position though his first priority is always to provide food for the pack.

Bio: He was born as a rather large pup, his father always said he got his grandfather's genes. His grandfather had been a rather large wolf compared to others so it seems he got his large size from his grandfather. He grew under his father's training which was to be a fighter for the pack, it was his future to become the beta of his old pack but that was before the faithful day things changed. He had heard the rumors that they were going to get rid of his father, that he was old and weak though that was far from the truth. When the pack left his father, thinking he would die on his own, Zaccar left his pack and remained with his father. For a year they traveled on their and Zaccar was surprised by his father's ability to survive. His father kept to himself at times in his later years in the old pack, mostly due to knowing it was only a matter of time before he was left to die but his father was still as swift as he was when he was young which surprised Zaccar.
They eventually came across this new pack and offered their skills in order to aid in the creation of the pack and to protect it.

Rank: Hunter Leader

Power 1: Ice
Power 2: Electricity
Markings: N/A
Family: His father who is an elder, Thalesin.
Mate: None yet
Friends: The other hunters he considers to be friends or at least acquaintances.
Sentimental Attachment: N/A
Other:N/A

The Lost Alpha

Name: Thalesin

Gender: Male

Age: 13

Appearance:


Personality: A wolf with a rather strategic mind, able to form complicated plans for fighting against other packs, but despite his knowledge of war, he is a rather peaceful wolf when not in battle, enjoying watching over pups or having conversations with other wolves. He is kind and caring for his fellow pack members, and loyal to the end for his pack.

Bio: Before becoming a part of this new pack, he was a beta in another pack and fierce warrior amongst them. Where his pack was, there was constant fights over the territory with other packs so which ever pack had the best fighters commonly won these battles and Thalesin was one of the best in his prime. How many battles he fought against other packs he can't even remember though he can remember each battle vividly. Though as he aged and his scars grew in number, the pack talked amongst themselves on what they should do with him for they did not believe he was fit as beta.
One day they left him behind, at the age of 12, only his first son remained with him, for his son was the only family in the old pack, the others had left for new territories or had since past away. Both he and his son traveled as loners for a time until they stumbled upon this forming pack and offered there allegiance with them, knowing the feeling of neglect of a pack like the female alpha did.
Rank:Elder

Power 1: Fire
Power 2: Earth

Markings: He has a scar across his left eye, which blinded him in that eye, scar across his muzzle.

Family: His only family left to him is the head hunter of the pack who didn't abandon him when all others did.
Mate: None
Friends: Despite his grizzly appearance from his time in battles, he is a rather caring wolf and has tried to act friendly amongst most of the pack in his older age.
Sentimental Attachment: A necklace that was a gift from his former wife who past away at the age of 11 years.
Other: N/A

I'll get a bio up of his son later which will be the hunter leader.

The Lost Alpha.

I might go with the Elder Male or Hunter Leader Male

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

"Hey you never know, some people enjoy there tattoos," Zaccar joked with a slight laugh then grabbed the bottle and took a drink himself, not fearing anymore of his wolf, feeling by now his senses were dull enough to keep it from having any control of him until later in the night.

Zaccar noted what she said about sigil's being able to destroy half a city and all. He found that highly unlikely happening anytime soon but if it did happen at least he would know one potential reason why it happened. However he didn't see that happening in his foreseeable future, at least he hoped not. Then she asked the question he least liked to talk about. Zaccar wasn't to sure how much he should share on the matter only because he never liked talking about it but after a few seconds of debating on if he should share the info he figured it would be all right to share it, besides how he became one. Plus it wasn't really all that important information to hide about what he was and what came with it.

"Well besides the fact that every full moon it fills like the beast is going to tear out of my skin throughout the day, there isn't a big difference in how I feel. There's the enhanced senses I guess which can make some things unbearable which usually wouldn't be. There's the enhanced strength as well but that's mostly comes with strong emotions of some sort, I didn't even know the strength I got from it until being one for nearly two years," he said ",Other then that there isn't much to say about it. Just something you learn to live with and try to keep the wolf calm and not let it control you."

He at first had hated what he had become, even tried to kill himself but ultimately it didn't work out. He couldn't do it, at that low point though was when he found the bar which turned his life around. He learned to harness the wolf's abilties to his own purposes and only allowed it control on those nights when the moon was full. He smiled at the thought and laughed to himself. Oh how he had changed from eleven years ago.

"If you want a show you should stick around, tonight one of those nights which is why I need this bottle, keeps the wolf from making me do something I'll regret until the change," he joked but was also somewhat serious at least about the drink keeping his wolf from doing something stupid.

Generation - inFamous RP

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
If that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna "- SNAP-"Break its neck."

The woman stopped singing, taking her clawed hands off of the man's head that was tied to the chair. They had kidnapped him late last night on a hunch he could help find the location of other Syndicate members. Unfortunately the guy wouldn't talk and she got fed up playing with him and had figured to end his life, after all they could always find another Syndicate member to squeeze information off of.
"Take care of the body," she said to one of the members in her group. Before she had gone to New York she had gathered what little remains there was of the group once called The Reapers. Only five members had survived over the years, from the events of Empire City and New Marais. Two she had met in Curdon Cay, both the last of the white suited conduits in the group, the other three merely were pawns, old gang members that had worshiped Sasha, the former Reaper leader. They followed the new leader around like a queen as if she was a reincarnation of Sasha herself. She rather enjoyed it despite them being what she called norms. People with no conduit genes. She had no love for norms but the three that worked for her were quite nice. Though she preferred the company of the two Reaper conduits both sporting old white suites from the former gang. She herself wore the outfit that the Reapers had worn, and painted her face of that as a skull. Now the Reapers were her command and she was going to reform them to be even stronger, first though she had to eliminate the biggest threat to her plans the Syndicate. Other conduits might try to stop her but they did not matter for the time.

Her hideout was in an old abandoned building on the less savory side of New York City, highly unlikely to find someone that would bother them there besides the other unsavory people that lived there."Perhaps I should go visit the city and do some observations," she said thinking aloud, maybe if she got lucky she would find a few of her old Curdon Cay friends and have them join her or at least have a lovely conversation. She might of been a physcopath, that loved killing but it didn't mean she didn't enjoy to socialize.
"Hold the fort down you two. You know the drill," she told her two white coated members who gave a nod, unable to see their faces under the dark shadows of the coats. She smiled and ran at a wall, shadows covering it. One moment she was running at the wall the next she was on the roof tops jumping and disappearing through shadows in the morning sun. Soon the world would realize a new age was upon them. Norms were the past, conduits were the future. Things would change soon and Chloe plans were slowly falling into place. The big apple was only the start of her plans.
Her name was Chloe Allaire but she hated being called that, it only reminded her of her abusive past, the past that drove her to become the monster that she loved she was. Once she might of been a shy timid girl but now she was only hate and destruction. She went by a different name, she preferred being called Scorn, something sinister and something that personified what and who she was.

Generation - inFamous RP

Well I figured that the heroes would be something as a second threat at first for Chloe, after all they might not be organized entirely yet. Then once she sees that the heroes are a bigger problem then she expected, she'll go after them.