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Wrath of Darkness

Post up later today, sorry for the silence

Wrath of Darkness

Forgot I had this done an never posted it. Feel free to put this 3 or 4.

Skel 5S

Name: Skel 5S

Skel 5S

Description: Unknown how they came to be these are the spawn of Skel 5C. They range from small traveling groups of 10 to cave nests of over 100. They are significantly smaller than Skel 5C, and can be more dangerous. They attack in numbers and can’t cobtrol their venom outtake, which may give you less time to find an antidote. They don’t have the bioluminescent property their parent did, and are more of a yellow in color. They have a significantly weaker exoskeleton but move faster.

Average Size: 4-10 Meters

Weapons: Sharp, venemous teeth and spear-like legs.

Occultic Properties: No Occultic Properties Discovered.

Durability: 12
Agility: 17
Strength: 11

Special Properties: 5S being more nimble than their larger counter part don’t have to put as much strength into lifting themselves up. Therefore they can climb and surface they can get their claws into.

Weaknesses: They attack quick, but they are inaccurate. Their armored exoskeleton is looser than that of 5C and therefore the joints in between connected plates are weaker and show more of their exoskeleton.

Recommended Type and Category: Swarm, Category 3/4

Wrath of Darkness

Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse'

The sickly smell of blood and rotting flesh came back to him. He walked into the room, molding blood stained walls, flies and insects tearing at rotting flesh, for their sustenance. He looked at her, lifeless eyes up to the ceiling, ice cold body limp againts the wall. All he could do was cry. At himself for not realizing sooner. At himself for making dinner for two without asking her. At himself for not trying to reach her sooner. At himself. For giving up.

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Dexter snapped out of his trance, sitting up in the firm twin bed that was in the room assigned to him. He rubbed his eyes, still tired from the flight over the night before. He checked the clock. Still before noon. He didn’t oversleep. He fixed his hair and stepped outside. The rays of light peeking through the trees illuminating the fortress in the trees, The Treehouse. The clicks and chatter of creatures down below stirred him and he remembered where he was, how truly unsafe he was even in the illusion of solitude of the treetopped castle. He knew no one on a personal level on this mission. They were all unknown to him except Cross. Whoever they were they must have been in his position. Poor, starving, struggling. The sum of money was all he needed to get on board. Anyone who didn’t need it was just stupid. Risking their already better-off life for something like this. He couldn’t fathom it.

He walked over to the group that was apparently forming look out to the sun. He recognized commander Cross but that was it. He didn’t pay mind to many of the others on the flight over, but he knew he’d need to. Teamwork was the key to survival in the mission, no matter how arrogant or stupid they are, they need to mesh. ”Dexter Kilono, part of the selected operatives, reporting for duty.”

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

We’ll see about that =P

Also same. Hard to make a lengthy fight scene when you can’t outright control movement or reaction for both. Kinda have to give the other person a chance.

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Sanctum/Jack Rollins
Location: On the sidewalk not having a civil conversation
_{youregoingtoregretthat}
Interacting with: @metronome

The stormfront was now upon the two characters in the brisk night, rain starting to slick up the sidewalk as they stood to each other. The masked man whirled around and in an instant he was upon Jack. He swung with his might at his face. Jack had little time to react and was clipped in the face as he was moving out of the way. He lost his balance, feet slipping out from under him on the wet pavement. The man swung hard, too hard. He swung with frustration and annoyance and anger, and that would be his downfall. ”So it’s like that? Whatever.” Jack regained his stance, dropping the bag with the contents giving a clatter as it hit the concrete. Hopefully whatever wasn’t too expensive. just don’t let me get in your head. He spoke with a chuckle through the brief connection he formed.

Sanctum wasn’t up for a fair fight. He didn’t know if the masked man was a meta, or if he too possessed powers, but he sure wasn’t about to find out through an ass beating. Jack felt his mind latch on to the man. He wiped the blood off his cheek and swung his arm out throwing him into the air, aiming for the lamp post behind him. If he had to turn him in with a broken back so be it, morals weren’t exactly his thing.

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran Don’t mean to rush but this still happening? Just don’t want it to die. Liked the premise an everything.

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

#neverforget

Also you seemed to be the most open to interact with so I just went for it.

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Sanctum/Jack Rollins
Location: On the sidewalk smokin’ a blunt
_{neverforgetkinkos}
Interacting with: @metronome

Jack released the cloud of smoke into the chilly night air as he leaned againts the wall of his apartment building. He felt his body relaxing, his daily stress dissipating into the night air. He put it up to his lips again when something caught his attention. The man he saw earlier when he was walking home from the Centermart down the street. He was working with the one in the news, Mindraker. The tustle at the kinko’s caused quite the commotion. The city was alive tonight, and it could possibly get livelier. The man was lugging a bag on his shoulder, something heavy, might be part of a villainous plot. No probably not, but Jack was having a boring week.

He watched the man walk past him before reaching a hound out towards the bag. He waiting until he could almost feel it inside his mind, establishing a link, before ripping it from the man’s grasp and pulling it into his. ”You. You’re working with that mindraker guy, eh? Well he’s a criminal, and that makes you one. And I’ll tell you no one messes with my city.” He stared the firgure down, eyes attempting to bore into the thin layer in front of the man’s face. ”Nah i’m just fucking with you. But what’s this for?” He asked, holding out the bag in front of him. He didn’t know who the man was or what he wanted, but he was stealing from a Kinkos. That’s what heroes are for right? To protect Kinkos.

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

This kinko’s has had more action in a night than Thebes entire company in its career.

This RP makes me wish kinkos still existed.

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Hope this is okay.

sanctum

s a n c t u m

Sanc•tum
/ˈsaNG(k)təm/
noun
A private place from which most people are excluded.

Name - Jack Rollins

Age - 19

Gender - Male

Alias - Sanctum

Alliance - Heroic

Powers
telekenesis (minor) - Jack possesses the power of minor telekinesis. He can move small to medium sized objects with relative ease. But heavier objects drain him of his energy much more and he tends not to do it or not to be able to. The more the objects mass the more taxing it is to him.

telepathy - Jack can establish and remove psychic links with whomever he pleases, even if they are not created by him. They are connected and disconnected at will. He can’t control people’s minds but he can speak and allow them to speak to him at will. He can choose whether he lets them communicate with him (two way) or if they can only listen (one way)

Appearance - Jack often wears dark jeans a dark grey t-shirt and a light or dark grey hoodie. He has short black hair, ice blue eyes, and fair skin. He stands at about 6’1 and has a lean, slightly muscular build.

Personality - Jack is more of a laidback, carefree type than anything else. He’d much rather smoke weed with his roommates than get into conflict with villains. He really only intervenes if it relates to him or if it’s convinient. Jack isn’t anything of a hot head or a heavy-hearted fighter. He usually holds back emotions in a conflict because it’s easier to continue if something goes wrong, and so he doesn’t commit too much.

He isn’t a kind soul, or a kindred heart or whatever that bubbly bullshit is. He helps when he wants to, not all the time. Just because he has powers doesn’t mean he always has to be a hero.

History - Jack didn’t grow up in an average household. His family was poor and he was constantly scraping and stealing just so he had food for the week. His mother loved him and often sacrificed herself for his need, but she died when he was 7. It was then that Jack discovered he had his powers. He new that they were dangerous and only used them when completely necessary.

His father was a abusive, verbally and physically. The rough, potbellied man often found relieved at the bottom of a bottle of vodka. He often took off Jack’s plate while his son starved, or made him stay inside when he could be begging on the street for the little sustenance he could get. When he was 12 his father died in a drunken anger filled car crash. Jack didn’t cry. He just had regret. That he didn’t lash out or show that man the true suffering and punishment he deserved.

For his early to mid teen years he lived with his uncle in Centerville. His uncle didn’t care much being from his dad’s side, but he gave him a home, he gave him food, and he was respectable. His uncle forced him to move out when he turned 18 so he moved into an apartment with a couple of his friends who suffered the same fate. Even though next to his mom they are the two people he’s gotten closest with he hasn’t revealed his powers to them. He knows how “supers” are treated. Even if they respect him it’s to risky to have the possibility of the whole world knowing. Jack decided not to do the whole college thing and currently works at a local Centermart.