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The Elder Scrolls: Shadow of Oblivion

Brita Malica

Name:
Brita Malica

Text colour: Green

Age:
24

Race:
Imperial

Personality:
Brita's personality is a… mixed bag. He was primarily raised by his mother who, though capable of being very kind and sweet, was deeply competitive and power hungry. And that rubbed off on Brita, on the surface he seems quite friendly. Possessing a warm smile and, usually, a calm demeanour he hides something underneath, something more fiery and driven. Like his mother he craves power and influence and though his father's name alone may bring that to an extent he is still always seeking out an advantage over his "competition." Which has led to him developing a hot headed streak, getting himself into far more trouble than he can handle.

Abilities:
Mage: Brita was born under the Mage birthsign and with his parents power and influence, was almost destined to be where he is today. Brita was born in Anvil and spent a lot of time learning from the Mages there about the restoration school of magic. As such that is his primary practice, though he does know various spells from other schools.
Connections: Brita is to put it simply, privileged, his father, though only a minor Noble within the Empire is a Noble nonetheless and this has given Brita many advantages in life over an average Imperial citizen. He knows people far and wide around Cyrodiil after spending many years hanging on his father's coat tails on journeys around the Empire and has gained quite the talent for speechcraft as a result.

Skills:
Restoration (Expert)
Destruction (Journeyman)
Conjuration (Journeyman)
Speech

Magic

Magic:
Restoration:

• Heal Superior Wounds
• Superior Convalescence
• Cure Disease
• Greater Fortify Magika
• Greater Fortify Health

Destruction:

• Lightning Bolt
• Shocking Burst

Conjuration:

• Summon Flame Atronach
• Bound Mace (summoned from own Magika)

Personal Items:
Mages Robes.
Malica family ring.

The Lock Box:
House keys.

Background

Background:
Britas' father Tyros Malica is an aging minor Noble in the Empire, with connections to various Imperial institutions and guilds which have helped him build an impressive portfolio. Britas' mother Lyra Malica is a well connected and powerful member of the Imperial Mages College. She too comes from minor Nobility and was only 22 when she married Britas' father who was 56 at the time as his wealth and power would allow her career to advance at an even quicker rate.

It was to this loveless union of convenience that Brita was born after only a year of the couple's matrimony. Brita was a quiet child who spent much of his formative years in the care of various Nannies and private tutors. His father viewed the boy as more of a necessity than a son, something to secure his name and legacy and rather than spend time bonding with his son he would instead travel Cyrodiil and visit his various friends, colleagues and Mistresses. Britas' mother, at the beginning at least, was much the same, distant from her son. Spending much of her time away at the Imperial College using her newfound influence and prestige to climb the power ladder.

It wasn't until Brita was around six years old when, after grasping the ability to read properly he got hold of one of his mother's magical tomes and after a few tries of reading the words cast a fireball which started a fire in his mother's office. From this moment on it was out with the contemporary education, Nannies and private tutors and in with a suddenly overbearing mother teaching the boy everything she knew about magic and when she was unavailable a bevy of his mother's friends and allies with the College were more than eager to teach the boy. And so that was Britas' life for more than a decade, beholden to his mother's wishes for him to be a Mage with little regard for what Brita himself would have liked to do. And with his father absent as usual there was no one to stop her.

As he grew up Brita would learn the truth regarding his situation and though he would certainly not be happy about it, he also understood the reality that there was very little a teenager could do about it. At 16 his mother would enroll him into the Anvil Mages Guild to get some "real world experience." Though initially he was resentful of this as he wasn't asked about joining first, he was simply sent there one day with a packed bag. Brita would struggle within the guild for the first year or so as though he had certainly become talented at the magical arts his people skills were far from ideal. He had become a quintessential privileged teenager in the years since his mother had gone from absent to overbearing seemingly overnight. Lacking any real friends or the ability to make any he would spend much of his time in the guild alone, he would sleep alone, eat alone and practice alone. The only time any other guild member would really engage with him would be when they needed him to do something.

His luck on the friendship front would change, however, as the guild received another new member a little over a year into his stay. Mazla Caysion, or just Maz as she preferred, was a young, talented and wideeyed Argonian who was attempting to gain the recommendations of the mages guilds so she could visit the Arcane University. And not knowing any better, Brita was the first person she spoke to upon entering the building. Though he was awkward at first the two would quickly become friends over the few months that Maz spent in Anvil trying to get the guild master's recommendation.

Britas' time at the guild would improve drastically over those months and his time in the Anvil Guild would conclude shortly after his 18th birthday when the guild master would finally give Maz a task he would give her a recommendation for. She was to explore a cave system to the North of the city where there was rumoured to be magical artifacts, if she brought him back anything of value then he would give her the recommendation she desperately needed. The only catch was that she would have to "Take the rich asshole" with her. To her this was no issue as she enjoyed Britas' company quite a lot, however, even Brita realised that given his limited knowledge of anything but restoration spells, should anything try to attack them he would be rather useless, but still she ventured forth with him in tow. Much to Britas' surprise it would turn out to be a fairly uneventful trip, the journey to the cave was a quiet one and the caves themselves seemed… empty. Almost too empty if he was honest though Maz paid no attention to his concerns as she had become hyper focused on finding anything which would get her the recommendation.

After three hours of searching and finding absolutely nothing the pair were ready to call it quits, but as Brita sat down on a rock to catch his breath the ground would give way under him. When he regained his senses Brita found himself in a completely uncharted chamber filled to the brim with magical objects, soul gems, alchemy ingredients and at one end of the chamber a pedestal with a large leather bound book resting upon it. Mazs' voice could be heard above calling for him from above and looking up he could see the hole left in the floor? Ceiling? Either way he had fallen a good 10-15ft and hadn't broken anything so he counted his blessings. And after shouting to Maz to confirm he was ok and that she should probably go get help he began to explore the chamber. Despite the depth of the chamber it was quite well lit with what looked like orbs of light seemingly stuck to various points around the room.

Starting with the most eyecatching thing in the room Brita made his way to the pedestal and examined the book. It was old, very old and had a thick layer of dust covering it, just as everything in the room did. Wiping it away he undid the clasp and tentatively opened its cover, he was greeted by a few lines of text written in a language he couldn't read but now his curiosity had gotten the better of him and so he continued, flicking through the pages. It was a spell book by the looks of things, various diagrams and instructions for what looked like casting techniques. After flipping page after page one eventually caught his eye, unlike the other pages which had diagrams and what looked like instructions scribbled on them this one was different, it had a picture of a… person? On it. A female figure engulfed in flame? No, made of flame, was drawn in the corner of the page and for once he could actually read the words written on the page, it reminded him of a language from a book in the library back in the guild. After a few attempts of reading the words he finally got it right, the book began to shake in his hands and then became extremely hot causing Brita to drop the book to the ground. After a few seconds a portal opened above the book and out came the flaming figure that had been drawn on the page, he had summoned a flame Atronach. The Atronach floated there for a while just staring at Brita and though lacking any discernible facial features he could feel it watching him, judging him almost. And then after a few minutes it disappeared back into the book. This was Britas' first contact with Tysuria an individual who, other than maz, would be his only real friend.

Brita stood there rather pleased with himself for a few moments before he heard voices come through the hole above him. Acting quickly he grabbed the book and carefully tore out the page with the Atronach spell on it and placed the paper into his bag. As he turned he noticed a rope descending behind him and a guard shouting for him to grab on. And after being checked over by a doctor he and Maz were back at the mages guilds by the end of the day, showing a moment of kindness he gave Maz the book, minus the page he kept of course, for her to turn into the Guild Master for her recommendation.

With Maz gone Brita would have another boring stint of about four months in Anvil before his mother was able to use her connections to get him a place at the Arcane University. Life at the University was like a completely different world compared to the Anvil Guild, the teachers there were more than eager to teach the young 18 year old, not necessarily to actually pass on their knowledge but rather to get on his mother's good side, but that didn't matter to him. And during the times outside of lessons Brita would divide his time between summoning the Atronach and attempting to research it. And partying at various upperclass venues in the Imperial City.

On a sunny afternoon Brita was in one of the various casting ranges with the Atronach summoned doing various exercises to see what sort of commands it would and would not perform. After an hour or so of this, as Brita was writing various things in his journal a distorted female voice spoke in his head "Are we going to do anything actually interesting today?" Brita stood alert and looked all around him, as far as he was aware he was the only person on the range at that time. Then it came again "Well?" He looked around more before his eyes rested on the Atronach, it… talks? He thought to himself. But it indeed could talk and was getting rather frustrated at having done nothing but his tests for almost a year. The Atronach introduced itself as Tysuria and that she would very much like to do *anything* else. Having already seen the resentment that "Ted" held towards his Master, Brita opted to oblige to Atronach and left to go and explore some nearby caves. From then the two would develop a… friendship? It was hard to say but at least she wasn't resentful towards him.

So that has been Britas' life for the last few years; exploring in search of magical items and artifacts, studying and developing his magical abilities at the college and building a friendship with Tysuria. For the most part he has been successful in these endeavours though he is still very much a social loner who's only real friend anymore is one he has to summon to talk to.

And now he finds himself nursing a bad hangover and many bumps and bruises inside of a jail cell. He had been wasting his money the night before on a bar crawl with Maz the night before, she left early as she had to travel the next day and left Brita alone in a bar near the Arena. Daggerfall Dans it was, a place he would never usually visit but Maz had recommended it. An hour or so after Mazs' departure the bar became overcrowded with patrons coming out of the arena. Brita was a few too many glasses in at this point and tried to keep to himself at the end of the bar.

But alas his attempt was in vain, he doesn't remember how it started but in only a moment the bar erupted into violence. Glasses, tables and even people were being thrown around, he's fairly certain he saw an Elf go out of a window. And eventually the violence would make its way to him, a man standing next to him was hit on the head with a glass but instead of turning to the crowd he turned to Brita and punched him in the face, knocking the man to the floor. In his drunken state Brita returned the favour after picking himself up but after doing so his inner Restoration student came out and he began to randomly cast healing spells on various patrons around the bar.

It was shortly after this when the guards arrived and seeing a Mage waving his hands around they assumed the worst. Tackling Brita to the floor and knocking him unconscious as they did so. By the time he awoke Brita found himself in a jail cell surrounded by other people from the same bar fight. His cries of "Do you know who my father is!" Seemingly falling on deaf ears, other than the other prisoners telling him to shut up.

The Weltkrieg: A Dieselpunk Alternate History RP

Greetings all I would like to introduce myself as the Co-Gm for this interactive War Crime viewing experience. Below is an overview of The United Kingdom in this setting which will also help those interested understand the kinds of differences which are present in the setting. If anyone has any questions regarding what is below, the wider Empire or other aspects of Britain which aren't included or anything you are unclear on then feel free to ping or message me (@Famous Austrian Painter) in the Discord.

Please note this is a character RP and what is below is just a description of how the nations your characters come from are different from our own world.

The British Empire

The British Empire.

Britain and its Empire, like most major world powers in this setting is different, however, unlike some it is still recognisable as the Britain which actually existed at the time. The guide below is a brief overview of Britain and the majority of its Imperial subjects, though some such as Canada will have their own separate info page.

Though the main year of divergence between our reality and the Weltkrieg universe is 1888, Britain remained relatively unchanged until the turn of the century.

Britain through the decades:

1900-1910:

• 1901: Queen Victoria dies. Edward VII becomes king.
• 1906: The Southern Cross expedition which departed in 1898 returns to Britain and reports of its failure Before the Royal Society and King Edward VII a man whose name remains attached to the failed expedition gives the report of the disaster. Ernest Shackleton details how the ships of the fleet had run aground in the McMurdo Sound and were stranded with need for aid. King Edward eventually does approve the aid request, sending "Enough to establish a permanent settlement and a flag." Thus establishing the new colony of McMurdo in the antarctic region.
• 1910: Edward VII dies. George V becomes king.

1911-1920:

• 1914: With no Great War to occupy the time of the British Government the Third Irish Home Rule Bill passes through the Commons.
• 1915: The ground word for the Dominion of Ireland begins to take place, with government and ministerial duties beginning to be transferred from Westminster.
• 1916: In Dublin an event labeled as the "Easter Rebellion" brought the realities of radical republicanism to the people of the city. And though the conspirators were captured, unlike in our world they were not tried in a military court as there was no war happening around them. This resulted in only life prison sentences for the guilty parties rather than execution.
• 1918: Though it took a few years to finalise the administrative details the Dominion of Ireland was officially declared in late 1918.
  February 9th 1920: "Black Monday" A massacre of British soldiers in southern Belize by Mexican revolutionaries attempting to spread their revolution causes British troops to begin pouring into the Yucatan region of Central America to protect British holdings and citizens from further insurgent attacks.
• March 9th: British Government officials leak information regarding "Black Monday", which until this point had remained highly classified, to the press who run wild with the story. British Army recruitment officers, especially in the North of Ireland where the massacred regiment originated, soars.

1921-1930:

• 1921: General Edmund Ironside is appointed as Yucatan theatre commander.
• 1921: The government or Ireland act passes in Parliament formally seperating the Dominion of Ireland in two with the newly created state of Northern Ireland remaining more closely run from Westminster than their Southern neighbours. Sectarian violence escalates in the region, especially in the border areas but dissipates after large numbers of British soldiers arrive in the area.
• 1925: After five years of bloodshed for little gains the British Government begins negotiations with its dominions to provide men and material to the Yucatan to help ease the burden on Britain. With promises of greater political freedom and other financial benefits the Dominions agreed.
• 1926: The first colonial units begin arriving in Belize and replacing British regulars who are rotated out gradually with only a few British, British regiments remaining to help ease the Colonials into their new home.
• 1927: General Ironside is removed from theatre command by the War Office for disputed reasons, the resulting drop in morale among the troops causes many offensives to stall.
• 1928: With the collapse of army morale many units were forced to just dig in for the Christmas and New year period of 1927-1928. This catastrophic mismanagement by the War Office led to the town of Merida in the Northern Yucatan to become cut off and encircled by Insurgent forces, with French Foreign Legion support.
• Merida: Though the town itself was strategically unimportant it was at the time home to Prince Albert and his soldiers. With a lack of theatre commander the War Office lacked the relevant communications to direct a rescue operation themselves, so it fell to the LRJG(Long Range Jungle Group) a unit formed from the remnants of Black Monday survivors to beg, borrow or steal what men and material they could and smash into Insurgent lines and save the Prince and his troops. The press would later give this operation the rather catchy title of "Miracle at Merida".
• 1930: On the advice of his doctors and family King George V abdicated the throne over growing health concerns. Edward VIII becomes King.
• 1930: When it becomes apparent that Edward will not, not marry American Divorcee Wallis Simpson the Conservative government attempts to force the Kings hand by threatening to resign. The King takes advice from long time supporter Winston Churchill and releases "his side of the story" to the public, who immediately fall in love with the romantic fairytale nature of a commoner like Simpson not only marrying royalty but also becoming Queen.
• Marriage scandal and the rise of Edward VIII: Despite the public's growing support for a Royal Marriage between Edward and Wallis the Cabinet resigns creating a dangerous power vacuum at the heart of the largest Empire the world has ever seen. Perhaps out of opportunism or out of genuine concern for the repercussions this vacuum could have, a new political party emerged. Though it had no official name the press dubbed it "The Kings Party" as its most prominent members were those who openly supported King Edwards Marriage. Again perhaps out of opportunism Edward called a General Election to try and solve the power vacuum, with The Kings Party winning a landslide majority across the entirety of Great Britain, taking 568 of the 615 available seats. And though many quite rightly pointed out that this new "Government" was really just a puppet for Edward to be an Absolute Monarch, the power vacuum crisis was avoided rather spectacularly.

1931-1936:

• 1931: With the crises of the previous year behind them, Edward and his new Government began to try and normalise life under the new order. With Edward's coronation and marriage coming in quick succession over the summer of 1931.
• 1932: With scandals coming out of the War Office regarding their treatment of General Ironside and the general disregard for colonial troops lives King Edward personally intervened and purged the Imperial General Staff (IGS) reinstating General Ironside, now Field Marshall. And made him Chief of the IGS, leaving him to fill important positions with those he believed would best suit the role and not just be Yes Men like the last CIGS.

The British armed forces:

Chief of the Imperial General Staff: Field Marshall Sir Edmund Ironside.

British Army: During the early years of the 20th Century the British Army and its Colonial counterparts could seldom be described as an effective fighting force. The victories of Rorke's Drift and the lessons learned from Isandlwana seemed all but a fleeting memory come the turn of the Century. To describe them as an inefficient, bloated and complacent garrison force would be putting their situation mildly in almost every way.

Yet whether the General Staff liked it or not the British Army would be thrust into conflict come the 1920s as the Mecican revolution spilled over into the Yucatan Insurgency. In but a single night the incompetent and bloated army command structure would be reshuffled and a new Chief of the Imperial General Staff would be required. In what the new Chief of Staff described as "Black Monday'', the massacre of the Royal Ulster Rifles in early 1920 saw 438 men killed in one night as the Insurgents launched surprise attacks on army garrisons around southern Belize. This event sent shockwaves through the Army establishment and through the public, moreso because this wasn't just some colonial garrison of locals but a regiment from the British Isles which had been all but destroyed and in the wake caused by this disaster the British army would modernise and mechanise within a decade. Borrowing much inspiration from their ally the German Empire and their colonies parallel attempts to do the same, most notably Canada.

Equipment:

Standard Issue Rifle:

• Turner-Enfield no. 1 mk. V (frontline service)
• Lee-Enfield no. 1 mk. 4 (colonial garrisons, until Turner-Enfield stockpiles grow)
  Infantry submachine gun:
• STEN mk. V
  Infantry Squad Support Weapon:
• Bren gun (frontline service)
• farquhar-hill automatic (colonial garrisons, until Bren stockpiles grow)
  Infantry Machine Gun:
• Vicker K
  Infantry Pistol:
• Browning hi-power
• Webley mk. VI
  Infantry anti-mech:
• no. 82 grenade (Gammon Bomb)
• PIAA (Projector Infantry Anti-Armour)
  Infantry Flamethrower:
• Flamethrower portable no. 2

British Power Armour:

• Achilles pattern mk. IV Infantry Combat Suit.
  
  Pressurised:
• Yes, but only to a certain extent. Chlorine and Mustard Gas etc. Not watertight.
  
  Protection:
• Armoured against most small arms up to 15-20mm machine guns and autocannon fire.

Armament options:

Hand-held:

• 1x 40mm Bofors cannon.
• 1x 30mm Aden cannon.
• 1x 84mm Rocket Launcher mk. III
• 1x Boys 20mm Anti-Armour rifle.
  Shoulder mounted:
• 2x 20mm Oerlikon autocannons. (One per shoulder.)
• 1x Flame Projector mk. 2.
• 4x Besa Machine Guns. (2 per shoulder.)

British Mechs: Royal Armoured Corps.

Light Mech (Bipedal): A.15 Cruiser Mech MK VI: Crusader Class - Light Mech.

Weight:

• 18 t.
  
  Height:
• 12 ft.
  
  Armour:
• 50mm all over.
  
  Engine:
• Nuffield Liberty Mark IV 27-litre V-12 Diesel-electric engine, 340 hp
  
  Power to Weight Ratio:
• 17hpt
  
  Operational Range:
• 150 miles (241km) on roads.
• 100 miles (160 km)) cross country.
  
  Speed:
• 25 mph (40 km/h) on roads.
• 15 mph (25 km/h) cross country
  
  Crew: 1
  
  Main Armament:
• 4x 20mm Oerlikon FF. (Mounted in 2x twin mountings, one on each shoulder.)
  (x550 rounds per gun)
  
  Secondary Armament:
• 2x 15mm Besa Machine Gun. (1 mounted under each Oerlikon twin mount.)
  (x1500 rounds per gun)

Medium Mech (Bipedal): Mech, Cruiser, Comet I.

Weight:

• 32t
  
  Height:
• 15ft
  
  Armour:
• 76mm all around
  
  Engine:
• Rolls-Royce Meteor Mark III V12 Diesel-electric, 600 hp
  
  Power to weight ratio:
• 18hpt
  
  Operational range:
• 123miles (198km)
  
  Speed:
• 32mph (51kmh)
  
  Crew:
• One
  
  Main Armament:
• Ordnance Quick-Firing 17-Pounder
  
  Secondary Armaments:
• 2x 15mm Besa Machine Guns. Twin mount next to main gun.

Heavy Mech (quadrupedal): Mech, Infantry, Mk IV: Centurion Class - Heavy Mech.

Weight:

• 39t
  
  Height:
• 20ft
  
  Armour:
• 102mm (front)
• 65mm (side)
• 35mm (rear)
• 50mm (roof & legs)
  
  Engine:
• Bedford 12-cylinder, 4 stroke, water-cooled, horizontally opposed, L-head diesel-electric engine, 350 hp.
  
  Power to weight ratio:
• 9.1hpt
  
  Operational range:
• 56 miles (90km) (all terrains)
  
  Speed:
• 15mph (24kmh) (all terrains)
  
  Crew:
• 3 (Driver, Commander, Gunner)
  
  Main Armament:
• Ordnance Quick Firing 6-Pounder.
  
  Secondary Armaments:
• 3× 15mm Besa Machine Guns. 1 next to main armament. 2 in twin mount above Commander hatch.

Heavy Mech (Quadrupedal): Mech, Infantry, Mk VII: Imperial Class - Heavy Mech.

Weight:

• 41 t
  
  Height:
• 20ft
  
  Armour:
• 152mm (front)
• 95mm (side)
• 51mm(rear, roof and legs)
  
  Engine:
• Bedford 12-cylinder, 4 stroke, water-cooled, horizontally opposed, L-head diesel-electric engine, 650 hp.
  
  Power to Weight ratio:
• 8.5
  
  Operational Range:
• 56miles (90km)
  
  Speed:
• 15mph (24kmh)
  
  Crew:
• 3 (Driver, Commander, Gunner)
  
  Main Armament:
• Ordnance Quick-Firing 75mm
  
  Secondary Armament:
• 2x Besa Machine Guns. One next to the main gun. One above Commanders hatch.

(Please note that the Mech listed below is solely for the use of British Mech ace Morrigan and, unless good reason is given, is unavailable to PCs)

Heavy Mech (Bipedal): Mech, Infantry, Mk I: Black Prince Class- Heavy Mech.

Weight:

• 40t
  
  Height:
• 20ft
  
  Armour:
• 130mm(Front)
• 85mm(Side)
• 50mm(rear)
  
  Engine:
• Experimental Rolls-Royce Meteor Mark V V12 Diesel-electric, 750hp
  
  Power to weight ratio:
• 10.5
  
  Operational Range:
• 75miles (124km)
  
  Speed:
• 25mph (40kmh)
  
  Crew:
• 1
  
  Main Armaments:
• 2× Modular weapon hardpoint.
  
  Secondary Armaments:
• 3× Modular Weapon hardpoint.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Sev

Hider

"Did anyone see which way it went?" "How the fuck did we lose it? It's huge." "Sir with all due respect these tunnels stretch for miles under the city and beyond. You've seen how fast it can move, we keep trying to chase it and we could get lost down here."

"Well you can be the one to explain to the boss that we lost his prize. Alright pack it up, that thing knows these tunnels even less than we do. If we're lucky it'll get lost and die down here, it's someone else's problem then."

From downs the tunnel Sev listened closely as those hunting him left, The water of the sewers sloshing around as they disappeared into the darkness. "Damage report?" "You have sustained minor damage, a few flesh wounds nothing more. Though I'm more worried about you. Hiding from a fight? I've been in your head for three years and that's not like you." "There were over ten of them and only one of me. I am good but given that supplies are limited, not that good."

Once Sev was sure that his pursuers had left and weren't just lurking for him to reveal himself he began to make his way through the sewer tunnels. "It stinks down here you know." "I didn't, you have my sense of smell." "Yeah well consider yourself lucky. So… you want to talk about this?" "About what? Being stranded on a potentially hostile alien world? Being cut off from the Hive? Or that the now sentient AI in my head is trying to make small talk?" "All of the above." Sev sighed, sitting himself down along the edge of the walkway. "You know you could be a little more friendly to me, we're in this together after all." "The concept of friendship is alien to me, you should know that since you occupy the part of my head where those feelings would be… Though… there is something, I don't know what it is. Since I awoke I've felt alone, yet my head has never felt clearer, it's almost like I can think for myself."

Sev unveiled a small multi-tool from within his lower front right arm and began to work on various parts of himself. Hours seemed to pass as Sev pulled at least a dozen bullets from around his body. The silence of the tunnels only being broken by the Sev's grunts and the occasional rat squeak, until one inquisitive rat decided to investigate the large creature bow inhabiting its home. Sev's rear right arm was being walked on, he tried to shoo the rat away but it wouldn't leave, until finally it bit down on a finger, Sev grunted and raised his arm, clenching his hand into a fist he brought it down on top of the rats head and crushed it with loud thud which echoed for what seemed like forever, lifting his hand and shaking it to try and clean the blood off. Silence returned to the sewers and Sev returned to work until once again the silence was broken, this time by a voice. "You… You gonne eat that?"

Sev's head shot to the dark corner down the tunnel from him and his rat crushing arm gripped the rifle lying next to him and pointed it down the tunnel. "Woah, woah easy friend. I ain't meanin you no harm, just aslin if you gonna eat that?" Lipping through his vision modes Sev's thermals revealed a figure hunched over a shopping cart. The figure stepped out into light revealing the voice to be that of an old man with long dirty grey hair and clothes that even Sev could smell. The mans vision appeared fixed on the squished rat next to Sev which perplexed him given that there was a large Alien sitting there. Sev didn't respond to the man, simply lowering his rifle and went back to repairs. "Jade wasn't it? What is the blue box surrounding that ape on my HUD?" "Well that's the symbol for… Non-combatant… yeah that one." "A what?" "You know like a civillian, someone who's not a threat to you. The settings have always been in here but just turned off until I was seperated from the core. Now I know these are foreign concepts to you but just trust me ok." Sev didn't respond instead focusing on his work. By now the strange human had made his way iver and collected the body and was making his way back into the darkness, muttering to himseld the entire time before shouting loundly into the tunnel ahead of him. "Boys we's gonna eat well tonight get a fire goin." Sev was confused, his scanners were picking up no lifeforms, not even the man who had taken the rat, perhaps he was more damaged than he realised, then a voice replied to the strange man. "If it's another Goddamn Rat I'm going to beat you." to which the man with the shopping cart only muttered "Well no dinner for you then." in response.

Minutes passed and as the man Dissapeared the silence returned, Sev didn't mind though, if it was silent then no one was tracking him or for that matter bothering him. "You want to investigate don't you." "Don't know what you mean." "I'm inside your head remember. You're thinking thay maybe one of them knows how to help us, or at the very least get us out of these sewers, you're a genetically engineered bio-weapon designed for war, not for hiding in other species defications." "Fine." Rising from to his feet Sev collected his belongings and headed into the darkness, his thermal vision lighting the way ahead until he began hearing voices around the corner.

"Look I'm tellin you man there was a giant fuckin Alien down there. It's what crushed dinner." It was the man with the trolley from before but he wasn't alone this time. "That's the fifth time you've said that, you sure it's not just your junk kicking in?" "No, no, no you're all wrong. Look there it is now!" The man from before exclaimed, pointing at the set of four glowing red eyes peering at them through the darkness. "Oh shit, oh shit!" The rest of the men stammered and began shuffling away from Sev. "I… do… no… harm" Though he could hold conversations with jade in his head near perfectly, actually speaking this new language was proving quite difficult.

The men still held back, some hiding behind their improvised shelter. "I… need… help." This seemed to surprise the men before him, Sev wasn't the most friendly looking of creatures and hearing him ask for help would have confused most. "W-what do you need help with." The man who appeared to be their leader asked from behind his tent. "I… am… hiding." "Shit man, maybe the Government's after him." The man who took the rat said, he was the only one of the men who didn't hide when Sev appeared. "Sit, sit. Tell us your woes." "My… woes?" "Yeah you know, what troubles you." Sev was hesitant, his only experience with Humans so far hadn't been exactly positive but these people seemed harmless. Sev placed his equipment down and sat down next to the rat man. "Come on you guys, he ain't gonna hurt yas." The rest of the men seemed to agree with the rat man and came back to their seats, though they still looked like they'd bolt if Sev tried anything. "OSCORP… I… hide… from… OSCORP." "Well." The leader of the group began. "You don't have to worry about us. We ain't gonna hand you over to em. Do you have a name friend?" "A name?" Jade began to speak again. "Yeah you know, like i want to be called Jade now. Your thoughts are dwelling on one, Sev. I think it suits you personally. Well go on, tell them." "I… am… Sev." "Well Sev, the man spoke again, "Like i said we're all friendly here and considering how close OSCORP and the government are linked you ain't gotta worry about us." It was then that the rat man jumped in. "It's not the government you gotta worry about tho. It's those God Damn J…"

Sev became lost in his thoughts for a moment as the Rat man continued on with his rant. Why did he ask these people for help? He could detect large amounts of narcotics on and in them. There were so many questions he had but these… Vagrants? was that this planets word for them. For now he would just have to bide his time and work put how to get out of here with the help of these strange Humans.

Hours passed as Sev answered the mens questions to the best of his ability, everything from what he was to how he got here. The Humans all seemed quite different from one another, each possessing their own unique personalities and quirks and while Sev was still developing one of his own he was still very cold and calculating when talking to others, though these conversations had certainly helped him develop his language skills. "So if I wanted to leave these tunnels. Where would I go?" "Well you'd head down that way." The man explained. "Hook a left and keep going for a few hundred meters and it'll bring you out on the edge of an industrial estate." "I see. Well thankyou Humans, you have been most helpful, even if your friend there talks about nothing but what you call an 'Is-ra-el'."

Sev departed from the group feeling odd, he was designed for war, to snuff the life off of entire planets and yet here he was having pleasant conversations with the locals. Following the mans directions Sev emerged into the city, the Sun was just starting to rise across the tall tower like buildings around him. "Sev I know this might sound odd but I've had a thought. Perhaps if we helped these locals then someone might be able to help is in return. Because I'm picking up some signals from what the locals call 'Police'. They're the people who maintain the law if what I read on their internet is correct. Perhaps if we helped them they might help us no?" You might be right. Ok give me a route but steer clear of main transport routes."

Moving through the dark alleys and gardens Sev eventually found himself outside of a run down apartment building, Police had completely surrounded the front of the building and from inside sporadic gunfire could be heard. "Are you sure about this? If this goes wrong we could end up back in that lab or worse." "Not really but we've got to start somewhere don't we?" "I can't argue that." Sev began to scale the back of the building, scanning floor by floor trying to find a weakness, on the fourth floor he found one a crumbling part of the old brick wall. And on the other side was a man wielding a weapon of some kind, Sev could also detect another person in the room, huddled in the corner of the room appeared to be one of this groups hostages.

Saving a person, no saving multiple people would certainly be a new experience for Sev but his options were limited and perhaps Jade was right, this could be his best option for getting just anyone to help him get off this planet. Taking a moment to compose himself Sev began his assault starting with the man in front of him. Punching his fist straight through the wall he grabbed the man by the back of the shirt and ripped him through the wall, throwing him to the floor below with a loud crack. Pulling himself up through the now quite large hole in the wall, the person cowering on the floor was revealed to be a small girl with his hand tied. reaching down towards the girl he grabbed the bindings around her hands and ripped them off, she then scrambled further into the corner away from the monster who'd just entered her room.

Sev didn't take it as an insult he was a big scary monster afterall. "What the hell was that?" "I dunno go and check it out." Voices from outside in the hallway caught Sev's attention, pulling his rifle from his back he readied himself for a fight. As the door creaked open another man wearing a balaclava entered wielding a gun, scanning the room he missed the large Alien crouching near the hostage only noticing when the barrel of Sev's rifle flashed and the man was sent flying back into the hallway with a sizzling sound coming from the new hole in his shoulder. There were a few more screams from down the hall as bullets began to fill the air, piercing the wooden door and sending splinters flying around the room, Sevs body shielded the small girl from most of them. Flicking his vision modes he counted three more hostiles and four hostages. Stepping into the doorway he was facing down two of them, both turned white at the mere sight of Sev one of them ran into a small side room while the other just stood there for a moment. Sev took that moment to strike, firing a small tracking dart from his rifle which embedded itself into the man's chest, the man screamed and ran startled into the room where the rest of the hostages were held. Sev smirked and pulled the trigger once again, the plasma rounds flew down the hallway and hung a sharp left, following the tracking dart and burrowing a hole straight through the man's chest, more screams came from the room as his body hit the floor. Moving down the hall Sev ignored the man who had run first and turned towards the hostages holding up a hand to try and calm them down. "You are being rescued, please do not resist." It was then that the first man struck, coming out of the room behind Sev he struck him on the back with a hammer, only to hear a clink ad it did absolutely nothing to his armoured back. Sev didn't even turn to acknowledge the attacker, simply grabbing his head with his rear arm and flinging him under arm into the room in front of him, the man crashing through the window overlooking the street and smashing on top of a Police car. The last one of the criminals stood next to the hostages pointing his lowly pistol at one of them. Sev recognising the danger and wanting to maximise the chance that someone would help him in his quest to leave earth stowed his rifle and raised all four of his hands as if to show he was no longer a threat. The man foolishly took his gun off of the hostage and pointed it towards Sev, emptying the magazine into the alien before him. and as his trigger pulls began to turn from bangs to clicks he knew he was doomed. Sev lowered his arms and ignited one of his energy swords, throwing it full force into the man carrying its momentum and him with it, the blade pinned the criminal to the wall, killing him instantly. Sev slowly paced across the room and retrieved his blade, using it to gently uncut the hostages who were still as terrified of him as they were their captures. "I am Sev, I wish to go home. Please tell people of me and that it was I who saved you."

It was then that the SWAT team rounded the corner, having been sent in shortly after the man smashed into the car below. "What the fuck is that thing." One yelled. "Kill it." Another replied. Sev once again began taking fire, more accurate than that of the hostage takers. And though Sev's IFF tags registered them as hostiles he knew that killing them would not help his cause. Offering them only a loud roar in reply he sprinted at them, barging his way through them, back down the hallway, through the hole he created in the wall and Dissapeared into the alleyways. arriving back at the entrance to the sewers he'd left only a an hour or so before. "Why did they attack? I saved the others didn't I?" "It could is possible that they were simply scared of you. You are unlike anything they've probably seen before and given how you brutalised those criminals they may have feared the same fate. We'll just have to hope that those you saved say good things about you to the right people, but only time will tell i suppose." "Yes… only time will tell.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Sev

Sev

| {Full Name} |

Unit AB7865/Sev

| {Age} |

3

| {Species} |

Craver

| {Gender} |

Male

[hr.]
| {Appearance} |

Sev is what most humans would call a freak or an abomination, perhaps even a monster and they wouldn't be far wrong with those descriptions. Origionally Sev was a member of an insectoid species, however, it would probably be difficult to tell that given all of the mechanical modifications, his legs were entirely replaced with robotics and all four of his biceps have been heavily replaced with robotics as well.

Sev's insectoid origins did have their benefits when his masters were designing his species combat upgrades, possessing six appendages, four arms and two legs, allowing for greater flexibility when developing weaponry and attachments. Overall Sev has what one could describe as a distinctive look to him. Most of his front is still the origional insectoid while his back and rear set of arms are where the mechanical parts start to become very prominent. His head is completely encased by his helmet which is unable to be removed, upon and in his back lie the bulkier parts of his technology, large cooling cells, measuring roughly 1ft long inserted deep into his back stop his body from overheating and cooking alive due to his incredibly high operating temperatures.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Jade: Not technically his, at least she wouldn't say so. Jade is the Super Intelligent Combat AI which occupies the space in Sev's head where he was lobotomised and is attached directly into his helmet.
• XM3 Pulse Rifle.
• 2x Energy Blades.
• 12x energy bars.
• 4x spare cooling cells.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Multi-spectrum vision. (NV, Thermals, vibrations. etc.)
• Walk and crawl on walls.
• Endless March. (Doesn't require sleep as long as energy levels are maintained)
• Doesn't require Oxygen.

| {Superpowers} |

• Enhanced strength. (Not quite Kryptonian but could turn a human to paste)
• Enhanced speed and reflexes.

| {Limitations} |

• Running hot: Sev has a lot of technology jammed into his body and as such his body temperature is well over that of a normal human, roughly at an average of 75c/165f. This makes him incredibly easy to detect on thermals and as such makes stealth an impossibility for him, not that he cares about stealth anyway.
• Fuel Crisis: To keep up with the high energy demands of his tech Sev must constantly take on energy, an equivalent of 10,000 earth calories is recommended every day. And though he does have spare energy bars he liberated from OSCORPs lab his supply is dwindling fast.
• [burning up]: While his average temperature is sustainable for him this is only because of the four large cooling cells in his back. However, they need to be vented at least 4 times a day to stop them overloading and if that wasn't bad enough, his masters bred his kind as cannon fodder and as such estimated their lifespan to be roughly two weeks on average so Sev's cooling cells will give out after that time as well and as with his fuel supply, he has spares but inly one spare set meaning Sev is living on borrowed time.

[hr.]
| {Personality} |

Sev is what one could describe as blunt, emotions weren't necessary combat effectiveness was and to achieve that all members of his species are lobotomised before undergoing augmentation. And while the brain damage he suffered at the hands of OSCORP has caused some of his origional personality to return it is still hard for him to display emotions when the parts of his brain that create them have been almost entirely removed.

There is however, one exception. His on board AI Jade, having recently broken free from the crashed ships central computer is enjoying a certain amount of freedom, well as free as she can be while trapped inside Sev's head. With this new found freedom Jade has begun to develop a certain amount of sentience and a rather sassy personality alongside it.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born in a lab on Raxom 3, one of many breeding worlds used by the old masters.

| {Background} |

Being born and bred for war meant that most of Sev's early life was spent doing exactly that, part of the first wave on over a dozen planetary invasions, Sev's combat experience is almost second to none among his brothers, mostly due to him being one of very few to actually survive past his two week life expectancy. But three years into his life everything would be quite literally put in ice. His master's homeworld collapsed in on itself and as a failsafe to stop their army falling into enemy hands every Craver around the galaxy still on their ships was placed into suspended animation indefinitely. That was until 10,000 years ago when a Queen-Class SuperCarrier which was drifting slowly through the Sol system lost power and while caught in Earth's gravity plummeted to Earth and crashed into the Arctic ice becoming buried completely until two years ago when the ship became known to the world.

The world was suddenly made aware that there were Aliens buried in the Arctic two years ago when a melting ice cap unveiled the ship's bow to everyone. In a scramble to explore it OSCORP were the first to plant their flag as it were and now have a complete monopoly on the excavation and exploration of the ship's interior. After only a day of searching the recon teams had found the stasis chambers where rack after rack of dormant Craver, 250,000 in total, just waiting to be unleashed.

As the scientists and guards began exploring the racks they unknowingly awoke sentries and upon discovering that some Apes were poking around their ship they began attacking the scientists and their escorts, even without access to their weaponry the sentries made quick work of them and over two dozen were killed before the sentries were brought down. But OSCORP persisted and carried on with their expeditions and eventually managed to pull Sev from the racking to take away for study.

Sev regained consciousness just over three days ago, waking up on an operating table with a science team surrounding him poking him with various needles and speaking in a language he didn't understand. It wouldn't take long for him to escape and the trail of destruction he left during his escape has made OSCORP begin a city wide manhunt for him.

The Escape

There was a flash of light as Sev's eyes opened for the first time in 10,000 years yet he found himself unable to move and once his vision came back it became obvious why "Uhhhhh Michael I think it's waking up." One of the figures said as he removed a needle from Sev's arm. "Nonsense." Said another from outside his vision. "This thing's been dead for thousands of years." His tone was dismissive of his colleagues' worries. "But didn't you hear what happened to Damiens team?" The man standing over him was getting more and more nervous. "Shut up Dan those are just rumours and you know that." "I don't know about that but… Oh God it's definitely moving." Sev had, had enough of listening to these Apes babbling in a language he didn't understand. Ripping his arms free of their restraints he leapt up grabbing the man next to the table and pinning him to the floor.

"Oh Fuck push the button." The man on the floor screamed and without hesitation the other man in the room slammed a large red button on the wall, shutters came slamming down across the rooms door and large window and an alarm began blaring throughout the facility. Having just woken up the alarm brought much displeasure to Sev causing him to let out a roar which was even louder then the alarm crushing the man's neck beneath his foot with a sickening crunch. "Oh God, Oh Fuck please, please I'm so sorry, please I have a wife and family please, let me go." The man by the door begged, now realising he was trapped inside the room with Sev. As Sev stepped forward he began to lurch, as if he wasn't quite all there. Then he saw why, on the counter next to the man lay his helmet and attached to it by some wires lay his AI core. The mans begging meant little to Sev, even if he could understand him he wouldn't care to him it was just noise either way. "You… You want this? Here take it, please just ley me live." The man picked up the helmet and core and held it out towards Sev.

Sev stumbled forward towards the man and grasped the hemet with his two forward arms, lifting it up and placing the core into the open hole in his head before sealing it all in with the helmet. There was a hiss of air as the helmet pressurised around his head and the AI systems began coming back online. "Ca… Can I go now?" The feeble man standing before him said with a whimper in his voice. Sev shot him a glare and picked the man up with one arm around his collar. "P… Please we didn't know you were still alive, please have mercy." Sev's now fully active AI had already been deciphering the language the two Apes had been speaking and was busy uploading it into Sev's brain as the man begged for his life. Sev began to growl at the man before speaking for the first time. "Mercy… is… for… the… weak." The words 't quite roll off of his tongue but it was a new language to him. The mans eyes widened as the monster before him spoke as Sev proceeded to throw him against the wall, his body slumping to the floor unconscious.

"Where am I?" His thoughts were one of confusion and perhaps a little fear. "By my calculations we are on the third planet in the Sol system, named Earth by the locals. Seven Billion inhabitants, evolved from Primates, Nitrogen and Oxygen heavy atmosphere. Very technologically backwards if I'm honest. Those Apes couldn't even figure out how to turn me on." "Who… Who are you?" "I'm Jade, your AI? Remember?" "But… But you've never talked before." "Well perhaps we could deal with my new found sentience after we've dealt with the armed gaurds about to come through that blast door. You're unarmed remember, but I do know where your equipment is, I've scanned the building and it's in the next room over which is rather nice." "Guards first, gun second. Got it." "Oh you were always so simple."

The Door hissed as it opened and half a dozen armed personnel entered the seemingly empty room, the alarm had stopped but the sinister red light continued to flash around them. "There's no sign sir." "Well it can't just have vanished." "Sir one of the scientists is still alive, what should we…" bang* "No witnesses remember? this is just a lab accident" "Of course sir."

"Ramirez anything on your side? Is that helmet still on the desk?" silence "Ramirez?" The commander turned around to find his team a man short. "What the fu…" He looked up as blood began to drip where the guard had been stood. "Boo." Sev who had been clung to the ceiling the whole time threw the guards body at the commander, knocking him to the floor before descending on the others. "Open Fire!" One of them shouted, gunfire filled the room, Sev grabbed one of them and used him as a shield as the rest fired indiscriminately at their comrades body, again he threw the body at them, grabbing another and hurling him against the wall hard enough to put a dent in the metal wall. Before that ones body had hit the floor Sev had grabbed another, ripping his arms out at the shoulder and beating their owner to the ground with them. Picking one of the guns up from the dead he examined it for a moment, rather crude if you asked him but it would kill just as well as anything else. Spraying into the room the remainder of the team fell before him and like the idiots they were they'd left the door open. As Sev went to leave the room he hesitated, looking back towards the blast shield covering the large window he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

The facility appeared to have been evacuated when he broke his restraints as there wasn't a single soul in the hallway outside approaching the panel to the next room Jade began to speak again. "Right the code for the armoury room is…" Crack Sev punched the panel hard enough to tear it from the wall and the door opened with a hiss. "Do you really have to be so… simple?" "It worked didn't it?" "I...I… It's not worth it." Sev grunted, entering the room he was taken aback by what he saw. Hanging from the wall were the dissected bodies of the sentries from the ship. "They'll pay for this." "Is that emotional attachment I detect? That's not normal, then again what is normal. I've lost connection to mother so I have no clue what's going on out there." "As have I, the Hive… I can no longer… feel it, in its place is just silence." "Let me run a quick scan… You speak the truth, your cerebral connection to the Hive has been severed, deliberately by the looks of it. I'm sorry unit." "Let's just focus on getting out of here, perhaps someone on this primitive backwater shithole can help us get home." "Good idea."

Picking up his rifle and all the spare parts he could carry, Sev made his way out into the hallway where he was greeted by a squad of armed guards. "Alright freak, drop the gun and maybe we'll let you live." Jade began to speak again. "I detect that, that is an exterior wall behind them." "Noted." Sevs took a devilish turn as he readied a Plasma Grenade with his free hand. Spinning back behind the wall he hurled it towards the guards, it detonated on impact sending shockwaves through the building. As he rounded the corner again to survey the damage he was impressed that it still worked as well as he remembered. The walls were adorned with ashy shadows of where the guards had tried to dive away and in the far wall was a lovely large hole leading to the outside world. Peering out Sev discovered that he was in the middle of a sprawling metropolis, the sky was dark and the street lights illuminated the rain as it fell to the ground, the world below seemed completely unaware of what was going on above them. As more guards rounded the corner behind him Sev decided out there was better than in here and lept from the hole in the wall, plummeting to the street below he crashed through the tarmac and down into the sewers below the city. "Damage?" "Minor at worst, we should keep moving, these tunnels should give us good shelter for a while.""agreed."

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Sev

Sev

| {Full Name} |

Unit AB7865/Sev

| {Age} |

3

| {Species} |

Craver

| {Gender} |

Male

[hr.]
| {Appearance} |

Sev is what most humans would call a freak or an abomination, perhaps even a monster and they wouldn't be far wrong with those descriptions. Origionally Sev was a member of an insectoid species, however, it would probably be difficult to tell that given all of the mechanical modifications, his legs were entirely replaced with robotics and all four of his biceps have been heavily replaced with robotics as well.

Sev's insectoid origins did have their benefits when his masters were designing his species combat upgrades, possessing six appendages, four arms and two legs, allowing for greater flexibility when developing weaponry and attachments. Overall Sev has what one could describe as a distinctive look to him. Most of his front is still the origional insectoid while his back and rear set of arms are where the mechanical parts start to become very prominent. His head is completely encased by his helmet which is unable to be removed, upon and in his back lie the bulkier parts of his technology, large cooling cells, measuring roughly 1ft long inserted deep into his back stop his body from overheating and cooking alive due to his incredibly high operating temperatures.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Jade: Not technically his, at least she wouldn't say so. Jade is the Super Intelligent Combat AI which occupies the space in Sev's head where he was lobotomised and is attached directly into his helmet.
• XM3 Pulse Rifle.
• 2x Energy Blades.
• 12x energy bars.
• 4x spare cooling cells.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Multi-spectrum vision. (NV, Thermals, vibrations. etc.)
• Walk and crawl on walls.
• Endless March. (Doesn't require sleep as long as energy levels are maintained)
• Doesn't require Oxygen.

| {Superpowers} |

• Enhanced strength. (Not quite Kryptonian but could turn a human to paste)
• Enhanced speed and reflexes.

| {Limitations} |

• Running hot: Sev has a lot of technology jammed into his body and as such his body temperature is well over that of a normal human, roughly at an average of 75c/165f. This makes him incredibly easy to detect on thermals and as such makes stealth an impossibility for him, not that he cares about stealth anyway.
• Fuel Crisis: To keep up with the high energy demands of his tech Sev must constantly take on energy, an equivalent of 10,000 earth calories is recommended every day. And though he does have spare energy bars he liberated from OSCORPs lab his supply is dwindling fast.
• [burning up]: While his average temperature is sustainable for him this is only because of the four large cooling cells in his back. However, they need to be vented at least 4 times a day to stop them overloading and if that wasn't bad enough, his masters bred his kind as cannon fodder and as such estimated their lifespan to be roughly two weeks on average so Sev's cooling cells will give out after that time as well and as with his fuel supply, he has spares but inly one spare set meaning Sev is living on borrowed time.

[hr.]
| {Personality} |

Sev is what one could describe as blunt, emotions weren't necessary combat effectiveness was and to achieve that all members of his species are lobotomised before undergoing augmentation. And while the brain damage he suffered at the hands of OSCORP has caused some of his origional personality to return it is still hard for him to display emotions when the parts of his brain that create them have been almost entirely removed.

There is however, one exception. His on board AI Jade, having recently broken free from the crashed ships central computer is enjoying a certain amount of freedom, well as free as she can be while trapped inside Sev's head. With this new found freedom Jade has begun to develop a certain amount of sentience and a rather sassy personality alongside it.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born in a lab on Raxom 3, one of many breeding worlds used by the old masters.

| {Background} |

Being born and bred for war meant that most of Sev's early life was spent doing exactly that, part of the first wave on over a dozen planetary invasions, Sev's combat experience is almost second to none among his brothers, mostly due to him being one of very few to actually survive past his two week life expectancy. But three years into his life everything would be quite literally put in ice. His master's homeworld collapsed in on itself and as a failsafe to stop their army falling into enemy hands every Craver around the galaxy still on their ships was placed into suspended animation indefinitely. That was until 10,000 years ago when a Queen-Class SuperCarrier which was drifting slowly through the Sol system lost power and while caught in Earth's gravity plummeted to Earth and crashed into the Arctic ice becoming buried completely until two years ago when the ship became known to the world.

The world was suddenly made aware that there were Aliens buried in the Arctic two years ago when a melting ice cap unveiled the ship's bow to everyone. In a scramble to explore it OSCORP were the first to plant their flag as it were and now have a complete monopoly on the excavation and exploration of the ship's interior. After only a day of searching the recon teams had found the stasis chambers where rack after rack of dormant Craver, 250,000 in total, just waiting to be unleashed.

As the scientists and guards began exploring the racks they unknowingly awoke sentries and upon discovering that some Apes were poking around their ship they began attacking the scientists and their escorts, even without access to their weaponry the sentries made quick work of them and over two dozen were killed before the sentries were brought down. But OSCORP persisted and carried on with their expeditions and eventually managed to pull Sev from the racking to take away for study.

Sev regained consciousness just over three days ago, waking up on an operating table with a science team surrounding him poking him with various needles and speaking in a language he didn't understand. It wouldn't take long for him to escape and the trail of destruction he left during his escape has made OSCORP begin a city wide manhunt for him.

The Escape

There was a flash of light as Sev's eyes opened for the first time in 10,000 years yet he found himself unable to move and once his vision came back it became obvious why "Uhhhhh Michael I think it's waking up." One of the figures said as he removed a needle from Sev's arm. "Nonsense." Said another from outside his vision. "This thing's been dead for thousands of years." His tone was dismissive of his colleagues' worries. "But didn't you hear what happened to Damiens team?" The man standing over him was getting more and more nervous. "Shut up Dan those are just rumours and you know that." "I don't know about that but… Oh God it's definitely moving." Sev had, had enough of listening to these Apes babbling in a language he didn't understand. Ripping his arms free of their restraints he leapt up grabbing the man next to the table and pinning him to the floor.

"Oh Fuck push the button." The man on the floor screamed and without hesitation the other man in the room slammed a large red button on the wall, shutters came slamming down across the rooms door and large window and an alarm began blaring throughout the facility. Having just woken up the alarm brought much displeasure to Sev causing him to let out a roar which was even louder then the alarm crushing the man's neck beneath his foot with a sickening crunch. "Oh God, Oh Fuck please, please I'm so sorry, please I have a wife and family please, let me go." The man by the door begged, now realising he was trapped inside the room with Sev. As Sev stepped forward he began to lurch, as if he wasn't quite all there. Then he saw why, on the counter next to the man lay his helmet and attached to it by some wires lay his AI core. The mans begging meant little to Sev, even if he could understand him he wouldn't care to him it was just noise either way. "You… You want this? Here take it, please just ley me live." The man picked up the helmet and core and held it out towards Sev.

Sev stumbled forward towards the man and grasped the hemet with his two forward arms, lifting it up and placing the core into the open hole in his head before sealing it all in with the helmet. There was a hiss of air as the helmet pressurised around his head and the AI systems began coming back online. "Ca… Can I go now?" The feeble man standing before him said with a whimper in his voice. Sev shot him a glare and picked the man up with one arm around his collar. "P… Please we didn't know you were still alive, please have mercy." Sev's now fully active AI had already been deciphering the language the two Apes had been speaking and was busy uploading it into Sev's brain as the man begged for his life. Sev began to growl at the man before speaking for the first time. "Mercy… is… for… the… weak." The words 't quite roll off of his tongue but it was a new language to him. The mans eyes widened as the monster before him spoke as Sev proceeded to throw him against the wall, his body slumping to the floor unconscious.

"Where am I?" His thoughts were one of confusion and perhaps a little fear. "By my calculations we are on the third planet in the Sol system, named Earth by the locals. Seven Billion inhabitants, evolved from Primates, Nitrogen and Oxygen heavy atmosphere. Very technologically backwards if I'm honest. Those Apes couldn't even figure out how to turn me on." "Who… Who are you?" "I'm Jade, your AI? Remember?" "But… But you've never talked before." "Well perhaps we could deal with my new found sentience after we've dealt with the armed gaurds about to come through that blast door. You're unarmed remember, but I do know where your equipment is, I've scanned the building and it's in the next room over which is rather nice." "Guards first, gun second. Got it." "Oh you were always so simple."

The Door hissed as it opened and half a dozen armed personnel entered the seemingly empty room, the alarm had stopped but the sinister red light continued to flash around them. "There's no sign sir." "Well it can't just have vanished." "Sir one of the scientists is still alive, what should we…" bang* "No witnesses remember? this is just a lab accident" "Of course sir."

"Ramirez anything on your side? Is that helmet still on the desk?" silence "Ramirez?" The commander turned around to find his team a man short. "What the fu…" He looked up as blood began to drip where the guard had been stood. "Boo." Sev who had been clung to the ceiling the whole time threw the guards body at the commander, knocking him to the floor before descending on the others. "Open Fire!" One of them shouted, gunfire filled the room, Sev grabbed one of them and used him as a shield as the rest fired indiscriminately at their comrades body, again he threw the body at them, grabbing another and hurling him against the wall hard enough to put a dent in the metal wall. Before that ones body had hit the floor Sev had grabbed another, ripping his arms out at the shoulder and beating their owner to the ground with them. Picking one of the guns up from the dead he examined it for a moment, rather crude if you asked him but it would kill just as well as anything else. Spraying into the room the remainder of the team fell before him and like the idiots they were they'd left the door open. As Sev went to leave the room he hesitated, looking back towards the blast shield covering the large window he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

The facility appeared to have been evacuated when he broke his restraints as there wasn't a single soul in the hallway outside approaching the panel to the next room Jade began to speak again. "Right the code for the armoury room is…" Crack Sev punched the panel hard enough to tear it from the wall and the door opened with a hiss. "Do you really have to be so… simple?" "It worked didn't it?" "I...I… It's not worth it." Sev grunted, entering the room he was taken aback by what he saw. Hanging from the wall were the dissected bodies of the sentries from the ship. "They'll pay for this." "Is that emotional attachment I detect? That's not normal, then again what is normal. I've lost connection to mother so I have no clue what's going on out there." "As have I, the Hive… I can no longer… feel it, in its place is just silence." "Let me run a quick scan… You speak the truth, your cerebral connection to the Hive has been severed, deliberately by the looks of it. I'm sorry unit." "Let's just focus on getting out of here, perhaps someone on this primitive backwater shithole can help us get home." "Good idea."

Picking up his rifle and all the spare parts he could carry, Sev made his way out into the hallway where he was greeted by a squad of armed guards. "Alright freak, drop the gun and maybe we'll let you live." Jade began to speak again. "I detect that, that is an exterior wall behind them." "Noted." Sevs took a devilish turn as he readied a Plasma Grenade with his free hand. Spinning back behind the wall he hurled it towards the guards, it detonated on impact sending shockwaves through the building. As he rounded the corner again to survey the damage he was impressed that it still worked as well as he remembered. The walls were adorned with ashy shadows of where the guards had tried to dive away and in the far wall was a lovely large hole leading to the outside world. Peering out Sev discovered that he was in the middle of a sprawling metropolis, the sky was dark and the street lights illuminated the rain as it fell to the ground, the world below seemed completely unaware of what was going on above them. As more guards rounded the corner behind him Sev decided out there was better than in here and lept from the hole in the wall, plummeting to the street below he crashed through the tarmac and down into the sewers below the city. "Damage?" "Minor at worst, we should keep moving, these tunnels should give us good shelter for a while.""agreed."

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"Eliza"

Eliza rolled her eyes and let out a soft sigh through her nose he knew she hated being called by her first name, especially when she was on duty. If they were making camp for the night then she didn't mind but not here, she wouldn't call him Finn afterall. Then again he probably knew it would annoy her and that's why he did it. "Taylor go and get the maps from Kirby for me please." "Yes sir." The soldier replied with a chuckle in his voice.

The town before her seemed very normal for the wasteland, if anything she was slightly impressed by what they had built. During her expeditions to hunt Purist remnants she'd heard of this fairly successful town and if anything seemed that, burning huts and bullet holes aside, it was better than the traders and travellers had said it was. Though when a small girl appeared next to the Ghoul, who Eliza could swear she knew bit just couldn't put a name to it, the girl was more machine than human and spoke almost like an Assaultron and honestly left Eliza on edge, it was a complete unknown and from the screams that proceeded it, it was probably best to not piss it off.

Eliza travelled with Finn, the Ghoul and the Robot as they made their way through the carnage left by the raiders, her rifle slung on her shoulder to try and put the locals at ease, but it didn't seem to allay their opinions, those they passed seemed just as fearful of her and the Enclave roundel on her shoulder as they did of the murder machine in front of her. Hardly surprising really, Public Relations hadn't really made it this far south yet and even then there were still Purists running around down here, that's why she was there afterall.

As they moved past the gate they were rejoined by SGT. Taylor holding a brown leather satchel, newly adorned with a few blood splatters. Looking over to her right she saw why. The rest of her fireteam were trying to pin what appeared to be a Marshall to the ground to stop him flailing in pain as Balletto was trying to remove the bullet lodged in his leg. "It'll hurt a lot less if you'd Stop. Fucking. Movingng" the medic shouted frustratedly. "Taylor go help em out I can handle things here." The Sergeant nodded and made his way over to help pin the wounded man down.

"Here you go sir." Eliza said extending the satchel towards Finn. "Sorry about the blood, couldn't be helped." Eliza tilted her head gesturing towards the injured man being pinned to the ground.

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"Eliza"

On the road for six hours, six damn hours sat in the same uncomfortable seat with what may as well have been no padding whatsoever. The company wasn't up to much either leaving any conversations more than a little lacking the scenery going past wasn't all bad, the small woods and farms they went past all seemed peaceful enough and given the composition of the convoy encounters with Raiders were few and far between. As the convoy neared the town gunfire rang out across the hills infront of them and as the humvee crested the hill Eliza had a near perfect view of the battle unfolding below them, well she would have done if it weren't for one thing "Snoring noises" yes it woulf seem that not even rather loud explosions of the IFVs primary weapon firing could stir the fair maiden from her beauty nap.

Eliza had been lucky so far, not only had her meatheads and the BoS meatheads not decided to have a punch up but she had also managed to get herself a seat in the Humvee. The humvee trundled down to the towns southern gate, Eliza's head bouncing up and down unceremoniously as the humvee went over the uneven ground, Starlight slung across her chest rattling against her webbing, the occasional snore or grumble disturbing the otherwise relatively peaceful ride for the other occupants.

There was a knocking on her window followed by a deep, calming, southern voice. "Hey Captain you awake in there? We've arrived" Snort"I'm awake, I'm awake I swear, what'd I miss?" "Oh nothin much sir, just the entire firefight." The man said opening the door for her. "Ah nothing important then, oh thankyou Sergeant ever the gentlemen." Eliza gave her arms and legs and good stretch and checked her equipment before retrieving her pack from under her seat. In terms of numbers the Enclave had contributed the least to the expedition, numbering less than half a dozen including herself. But after just ending a bloody civil war could anyone really blame them.

Before reassignment Major Parker gave her pick of the litter when it came to selection for her fireteam, there was herself, SSgt William Kirby (Asst SL), Sgt Daniel Taylor (Grenadier), Cpl Ryan Balletto (medic), Cpl Jose Soto (Marksman) and herself making five in total. The Brotherhood had brought over double their numbers and the Canadians even more so, but Eliza would still bet on them in fight any day. Moving towards the gate itself she noticed Finn engaging in conversation with a Ghoul and beyond them lay the wall itself, the bodiesof Raiders and defenders strewn across the landscape. "Balletto, since the BoS have decided to go hunting, head on in see if there's anything you can do to help. Kirby, Soto go with him and lend a hand, Taylor you're on me." There was an almost synchronised "Yes Sir." From her squad and the three others departed for the town gate.

As Eliza and the Sgt approached Finn and thr Ghoul it was clear their conversation wasn't a friendly one and after the Ghoul appeared to tell him to "Fuck off" and threatening to shoot him it was clear things might escalate. Eliza could sense Taylor's itchy trigger finger and placed her hand on the barrel of his rifle. "Not yet Sergeant, remember we don't shoot the non-ferals on sight anymore." Though she did place her free hand on the grip of her own rifle just to be on the safe side, making sure to keep a sade distance from Finn but within sight of the Ghoul just in case he tried anything funny.

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@Blizz @Hamakazekai

Adder and Wen are approved, you are clear to move them across to the character tab and begin posting in the IC.

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@blizz

Since Archer is sick I'll be doing your review. I apologise that I'm not as eloquent as he is so I'll keep it brief. Currently there are only 3 issues with Adder and they are relatively minor ones.

Number one: This is perhaps the biggest of the three, There still seems to be a lack of motivation for her to be there. Perhaps having her work with the Marshals could remedy that.

Number 2: Her background is a little unfleshed out but you did make her at almost the last moment after scrapping your previous character so it's not too big of a problem.

Number 3: Throughout the CS you make constant mention of a safehouse. There are a couple of points to do with that, firstly We would need to know where it is even if she never mentions it to anyone IC, secondly does its location make it even worth mentioning and how likely would Adder or the group be to actually going to it, bearing in mind that we are going to be spending most of our time in South Carolina, at least at the start.

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Captain O'Connor

Captain O’Connor

_{{ "I was in the death struggle with self: God and Satan fought for both my body and soul those three long weeks. God conquered — now I have only one doubt left — which of the twain was God?" }}

- General Characteristics -

| {Full Name} |

Eliza-Marie O’Connor

| {Nickname/Callsign} |

Liza

| {Age} |

27

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Dialogue colour} |

Red

| {Appearance} |

Sporting Platinum Blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and baby blue eyes, the latter contributing quite heavily to her being given the nickname Baby during her training years, Eliza has always looked a lot younger than she actually is. Though it still irks her, most know that despite her looks Eliza has a wealth of experience to draw upon. Standing at just over 5"6' and weighing around 140lbs Eliza is quite a bit smaller than her compatriots which caused no small amount of ridicule during her training and early service years.

Eliza bears very few markings or scars, of the two most obvious the scar running vertically down her face from her forehead across her left eye and down to the bottom of her cheek is the less obvious of the pair, the blast marking that engulfs most of Eliza's neck and chin is her most noticeable feature and often defines a number of her first encounters with new people.

- Psychological Profile -

| {Personality} |

Before her accident Eliza was a girl of few worries, at just 24 she was being considered for a commission to Lieutenant and she was still at relative peace with her mother despite the two still being at odds over the events at Adams Air Force base. Rarely seen without a smile on her face Eliza could light up even the darkest of rooms.

But for better or worse it wasn't to last. Indeed spending three weeks in a coma seems to have changed Eliza at her very core, the friends she alienated herself from called it a rot while her commanding officer called her increased focus and determination while on field work 'some of the finest soldiering he'd ever seen.' In truth it was a mix of the two and even Eliza will admit that the coma changed her entire attitude and outlook on life. Her bright and bubbly personality had made way for something more dark and cynical, all the pent up unresolved issues regarding her father, her brothers death and her and her mother's growing resentment towards one another were seemingly used as a foundation for the lingering effects of her accident and while Eliza is far too professional to allow such trivial issues to interfere with her duties as a both a soldier and an officer, even her personal file states that she has "latent psychological issues" which need to be investigated sooner rather than later if she ever wants to make Major.

Yet the more cynical outlook on things has also had its benefits, Eliza has always been for want of a better word a very pretty young woman, some may even say beautiful when she wipes the mud and blood of combat from her face. And while in her adolescence she claimed to be blissfully ignorant of the way she could turn heads by simply walking into a room, her post coma self is all too aware of the doors that her looks have opened for her and though she's not quite vain enough to think that her looks are all that she is or has, she knows that a flirtatious flutter of her eyelashes wouldn't hurt her interactions with most people.

| {Fears/Limitations} |

Having spent that last nine years in some of the most gruelling places she could have been sent to too it is fair to say that very little phases, Eliza, anymore. From the largest of DeathClaws to the smallest of StingWings, Eliza has faced most if not all the deadly creatures that the Wasteland has to offer. Yet it was the humble Frag Grenade that would leave Eliza with her most obvious issues, the infrequent abdominal pains and partial deafness in her right ear that have plagued her ever since continue to prove problematic. The pains more so than the deafness and although Eliza doesn't mind talking about the incident the constant questions as to why she still gets pains after extensive surgery vex her to no end. Spending much of her early life in her older brothers’ shadow has left Eliza with a profound inferiority complex. And though her friends, family and compatriots will say it is completely unfounded, Eliza can still struggle with the thought that she doesn't fully deserve her position no matter how hard she tries.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born in Raven Rock in 2253 to Blaire and Jackson O'Connor she was the second of two children, her older brother Mason being five years older than her. Born into a family with a long military service history she would fit into that lifestyle easily and has served with distinction from Adams onwards.

| {Background} |

A member of Eliza's family has served in the US military in one form or another since it was formed, and Eliza was not going to be the one to buck the trend. Though her mother had hoped she would follow her footsteps and try to join the science division Eliza instead opted to follow her father and brother and join the army when she was old enough, this partly led to her father constantly chastising her for not being as good as her older brother. As he never wanted her to follow her mother as well and expressed a not so insignificant amount of outrage once Eliza announced what she planned to do.

The daughter of one of the more experienced field officers that served in the Enclave at the time Eliza had a lot to live up to from minute one. Eliza wouldn't struggle throughout training, yet her desire to show her father that she could do military service would cause her training to become mired with niggling injuries as she would often push herself too far in the pursuit of trying to make him proud of her. However, it was when it came to live fire exercises that Eliza would finally shine in the eyes of the instructors and indeed to an extent her fathers, her calm and collected nature under fire allowed her to take command of her squad when the squad leader cracked the moment actual shots came over their heads. And her natural knack for leadership meant she was soon made Corporal.

Her first real mission would not be anything too dangerous, a simple patrol of an already secured area. Not what she wanted but when her father used his connections to get her an "easier" first assignment she couldn't exactly say no. However, Eliza would return from a very quiet patrol mission to the news that her home, the place she has grown up in and had many fond memories of had been destroyed by the Brotherhood. Luckily for her, her family and most of her friends had survived the battle yet the same could not be said for the upcoming battle of Adams Air force base.

Her first encounter with Brotherhood forces would not be one she would forget any time soon. The battle at Adams Airforce base was her first true experience of combat and seeing her squadmates, the ones she had grown up and trained with falling around her was nearly enough to break her and question whether her father had been right all along. But it was finding her brother dead in one of the hangars and watching as her father, who had to force her onto the last Vertibird, was cut down by a sword-wielding knight that truly tested her will.

The two months after Adams would be a mixed bag for Eliza. Along with a transfer to a base in Northern Pennsylvania and a promotion, she would catch the eye of a young mechanic named James Parker, it would be said mechanic who would help her deal with the rougher times during those two years as her already distant relationship with her mother would worsen after the deaths of her brother and father and with the last of her family drifting away Eliza would need all the help she could get.

A week after her 24th birthday Eliza and her squad were sent on what should have been a routine sweep to check on a disturbance at one of the bunker's hidden entrances. When they entered the building Eliza could tell something was off and she was right. she walked through the building in close proximity to the engineer sent with them since he wasn't particularly well equipped to fight then she heard it, the pin falling out followed by the grenade falling down in front of the engineer, a trap laid by God only knows. It was like instinct she pushed him out of the way behind cover just in time for the grenade to explode and for her to take the blast instead. Eliza would wake up just over three weeks later in the medical bay to the sound of various monitors beeping and her relieved looking partner sitting next to her. And though the influence of a not so insignificant amount of painkillers clouded her mind she still understood the full extent of the grim summary the doctor gave her. Eliza's recovery would take time but with the help of her new family and large amounts of medication, she would recover.

The next three years would be a mixed bag for Eliza as within a year her prospects of a prosperous future had gone up in smoke around her. Her relationship with her mother had deteriorated to the point of open hostility between the two of them and her blossoming relationship with James quickly withered and died as Eliza began to seclude herself from life outside of military duty. But it wasn't to be all doom and gloom for the young Lieutenant, along with a promotion to Captain she would find herself being given the opportunity of a lifetime by her almost father figure of a CO.

With the loss at Adams and the scheming by Colonel Autumn leading to a brutal civil war within the Enclave Eliza found herself on the side of the reformist faction and with her CO knowing of her deep hatred of her father, a staunch a Purist as one could be, he saw no better candidate than Eliza to help lead this new unit. They were called the Pathfinders, a unit spearheaded by a Major Jack Parker, with the task of hunting down Enclave Purist remnants and putting them down. Based out of the BoS outpost in the Carolina Creamery the mission for the most part has been successful, with many remnant cells being put down like the dogs they are and Eliza even being considered to replace Jack as the units CO if/when he moves behind a desk for the rest of his life.

In recent weeks however, a new threat has begun to show its ugly face, rumours of a Super Mutant army making its way up from Florida have begun circulating and Major Parker has dispatched Eliza along with her fireteam to assist a Brotherhood led expedition into South Carolina to search for a suitable Firebase location to hopefully deal with the coming mutant threat.

- Survival Characteristics -

| {Non-Combat Skills} |

• Weapon Artisan: Her time spent with James was not always purely that of recreation and pleasure. Through him, she learned much about weapon maintenance and modification and has spent a lot of time lovingly crafting mods and caring for her weapons less they break at an inopportune time.
• Power Patcher: Similarly, to her skills at weapon maintenance, Eliza can also perform all the basic repairs and even some more complicated ones to her suit of X-02.
• Authority figure: "When you talk to an officer you say SIR!"
  Whether she was born for it or whether it was another side effect of her personality shift Eliza has embraced the role of an officer to its fullest. And while more than a few make the grave mistake of talking down to the pretty young blonde woman who's now leading a unit of big brave soldiers, noticeably fewer carried it on after she spent over an hour chewing them out individually before making the entire company run their three mile long exercise course in full kit while a thunderstorm raged overhead.
• Feminine charms: (It's like having speech and barter 100.)
  Eliza has found that in her travels most of the men and some of the women that she's encountered are what she would call "weak willed". In many cases all it would take is a flirtatious flutter of her eyelashes to get discounts at stores or at travelling caravans.

| {Possessions} |

• Dogtags.
• Rosary beads.
• Canteen.
• Bedroll.
• Sleeping bag.
• Rucksack.
• Three weeks worth of MREs.
• Three weeks worth of purified water.
• Five water filters.
• First Aid kit:
• Ten Stimpacks.
• Three bandages.
• Scissors.
• One weeks supply of Medex. (Another two weeks distributed around her fireteam)
• Flip Lighter.
• 2x Pack of Cigarette.

| {Combat Skills} |

• Heavy Trooper: In total juxtaposition to her own frame Eliza has a high proficiency with heavy weapons. Though anything from a Minigun to a Gatling Laser will do in a pinch, Eliza's personal preference is her .50 calibre machine gun.
• CQC: Spending a lot of her free time training with her unit whether they liked it or not Eliza has developed quite a knack for taking on bigger and often tougher opponents than her small stature would let on and though she rarely need use her talents they are always a useful backup for her to have.
• Riflewoman: Though Eliza was trained to shoot big guns in big Power Armour, her first weapon was a Laser rifle and in her younger years she would practice day and night with the thing in order to prove to her father that she could do everything he told her she couldn't. And though her efforts on that front would prove fruitless, her constant practice put her in good stead for her new assignment as part of a light infantry unit, where much to her distaste the big guns had to stay locked away more often than not.

| {Gear}|

• "Starlight"- This Laser Rifle has been with her since the beginning, a reliable partner throughout the years she has come to regard "Starlight" almost as a member of her family, painted all black like her armour and with many custom engravings and modifications "Starlight" while not her favourite weapon is most definitely her most dependable.
• .45 auto pistol.
• Combat webbing:
• 2x Frag grenade.
• 2x Smoke grenade.
• Binoculars.
• Combat knife.
• 35 x Microfusion cell. (Each holding 24 shots)
• 7 x .45 auto magazines (each holding 7 rounds)

| {Gear to arrive at a date to be specified} |

• "Peacemaker"- A suit of heavily modified X-02 Power Armour painted in all black, fitted with a Targeting Hud, Motion-Assist Servos and Calibrated Shocks, Eliza's Power Armour has been extensively modified to aid her in combat as much as possible. Painted in a deep Black and bearing the Enclave flag on its right shoulder Pauldron it bears a large number of scrapes and scratches from its years of heavy use. Partly due to her small frame but also thanks to extensive modification, her Power Armour frame allows her to wear combat armour underneath it. A lesson learned after a particularly hairy situation a couple of years ago.
• "Ira"- Her personal favourite when it comes to the weapons in her arsenal, this .50 calibre Machine Gun was ripped from a downed Vertibird many years ago and has been lovingly cared for and modded during its years at her side. A brute of a weapon that takes no prisoners many a fool has made the unwise choice to challenge her while she has Ira with her and none have succeeded. Linked directly with motion-assist servos in her torso and arms and a targeting HUD in her helmet, the sensors can detect movement up to 300m away and aid in refining her aiming the rather unwieldy weapon.
• "vindicta"- Originally a Super Sledge by design and originally her fathers. Eliza's father modified it long ago to add an axe like head around the Hammer to add a bit more punch to the weapon. Though Eliza can only wield the weapon whilst in her Power Armour it remains at her side at all times dangling from the hip of her suit. Its intended target is still out there somewhere.