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Staring Back with Chrome Eyes (Cyberpunk/Vampires)

Agent Dossier: Clayton Harris

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Subject Name: Clayton Harris.

Biological Status: Paranormal | Male.

Age Index: 36.

Appearance Index: Subject is 5'10, with short brown hair, green eyes, and a muscular build. Subject also has major scarring across their face, most likely due to their past encounter with one of the Eternal.

Personality Index: Subject is somewhat twitchy, with nocturnal observations revealing they suffer from severe nightmares. Something indicative of post-traumatic stress disorder, or some other trauma related illness. Recommend bi-weekly psychiatric evaluations/therapy sessions, as well as careful in-field monitoring.

Equipment/Mod Index

Cybermod - Communications suite. Standard issue heads-up-display, and neural computer all in one cranial implant. Can be remote detonated via a built in cortex bomb to prevent tampering, agent capture, and reverse engineering of Vigil property.

Cybermod - Toxin filter. A specially designed filter for combating the effects of vampiric pheromones, in addition to preventing the inhalation of aerial poisons and viral agents.

Cybermod - Blood filter. The implant used by all members of Vigil to prevent the control of mortal agents through vampiric blood.

Cybermod - Oculus. An implant allowing for low-light and ultra-sound modes of vision, the latter being thought to be more effective than thermographics when dealing with vampires, who tend to run cold if they haven't fed lately.

Equipment - Predator Coat/Mimetic Camouflage. Though this is designed to look more like a trench coat -- no doubt some project engineer with a penchant for the dramatic, or an interest in fashion design. The coat is actually stylish, which serves a dual purpose as vampires tend to dress stylishly and surround themselves with the stylishly dressed. This allows Vigil agents one more edge. Of course, they call it the Predator Coat. Because the engineers are geeks. _{(This is a standard issue Vigil item)}

Equipment - M.A.R./Modular Assault Rifle. Bullpup, caseless ammunition, synched with existing implants and capable of mounting a variety of accessories including a 25mm grenade launcher whose munitions range from conventional high explosive to nano-guided scattered mines. It also syncs with HUD implants for improved accuracy in a mechanism similar to a blue-tooth link. The trigger is electric and the weapon includes a biometric security system; anyone but someone authorized to handle it and it will blow; that is a standard feature on most any weapon the Vigil has in service with its teams. Clayton uses it most frequently in mid to close quarters combat, confined spaces, or any situation in which his sniper rifle will not do. _{(This is a standard issue Vigil item)}

Equipment - Deck kit. A number of electronic accessories, including a PDA tablet and other items to assist in making physical connection with computer equipment. _{(This is a standard issue Vigil item)}

Equipment - 4x WP's/White Phosphorous Grenades. Self-explanatory, but for the sake of the uninitiated, the contents of these grenades react with air upon release to create a blanket of phosphorus pentoxide vapor, allowing for the creation of localized pockets of cover through which agents may move.

Equipment - Sofia. Subjects custom-built sniper rifle, whom he refers to as "Sofia", appears to be a more advanced version of a Barrett Model 98B, and is equipped with the same upgrades as those found in his M.A.R.--minus the grenades and grenade launcher--such as biometric security systems keyed to his DNA, caseless ammunition, etc.

Paranormal Talent Index: Flash Precognition - Subject was born with the ability to see up to five minutes into the immediate future. While useless for planning out long term conflicts, this power has shown itself to be extremely valuable in short term skirmishes against human targets, as demonstrated during the subjects service as a sniper in the United States military. As such, it is my recommendation the subject in question be placed in a long range support role on one of our cybernetically enhanced kill teams as soon as possible.

Biographical Index: [REDACTED]

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Hello and welcome back!

Main Character Wars!

Checking in to see how this is going.

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

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Azrael nodded, taking Wilowa's words to heart as he charged in with quintessence raised, slicing at the Watcher closest to him. Faster and faster until it was finally laid immobile on the stone floor, its pulsating body sliced into many charred and burnt pieces, each smelling worse than the last.

Using one of the eyes embedded in the palm of one of his left hands, Azrael noticed the flashing of a spear tip, moving to the side just fast enough to avoid being skewered by it. Turning his attention towards the attacking angel, which had wandered out of the temple sometime during the battle, he zipped towards it, wings outstretched. Raising his fiery blade, he brought it down with all the strength he could muster, cleaving the foul-even for his standards-creature in two. Moving away from it, he looked about the battlefield and, noticing the wolves going in to take down another one of the Watchers, moved in to help.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

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Aboard The Aegis

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Yiithren peered at those gathered, his own party having been a wall of silence for most of the meeting. Mainly because they found the Aegis interior design to be so interestingly similar to their own craft, only purple. Something none of them had been expecting, save for Strevrols of course, though that was only because he had spent some time aboard helping the crew with various engineering related tasks as per their agreement. A task Yiithren had expected him to complain about by the time it had ended, but one that he had not-surprisingly-whined about. As a matter of fact, he seemed to enjoy the job to the point where his ego fell away long enough for him to not be a complete hazard to his own health.

Quite surprising, really.

Blinking, Yiithren found himself breaking his train of thought just in time to hear Erthos question, as well as Falul's response.

"Ah, well Strevrols," Yiithren began, gesturing towards his chief engineer with a tendril as he cleared his throat. An action that was more of a liquid gurgle more than an actual clearing of phlegm. "Finds it quite interesting. From an engineering standpoint anyway. From what he's shown me of its design, it seems quite similar to some of my peoples own Colossi, albeit much smaller and less versatile. From what you've told us it just destroys worlds, whereas some of the things we've been playing around with allow us to shield entire planets if we so desire."

He paused for a bit, as though pondering something, before continuing.

"Well, with superweapon type devices anyway. Not regular ships. And I do agree, for this universe, it is a horribly inefficient use of resources, albeit one that may prove to be extremely lethal to us if he manages to downsize it as you've said."

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes (Cyberpunk/Vampires)

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Sounds like a plan and will review accordingly. I think the conversation there needs to be about how the precognition works and how accurate it is.

@HeySeuss

Cool. I have it set for five minutes currently, and I'm debating whether to make it flash based or uncontrolled, or controlled. Also for accuracy, that is somewhat of an issue. One I'm not sure how to go about myself. I mean technically if the future is always in flux, then it shouldn't be more than guess like in terms of accuracy. But if not then it has the potential to be broken.

Also, I edited the Optic HUD, as the communications suite takes care of the HUD and whatnot. Now it just allows him to have alternate modes of vision.

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

"Yes," Alastor replied, striding over to the kitchen area. "As a matter of fact there is. Chicken fajitas. If we have the ingredients for it that is."

Crossing his arms, he peered about the kitchen expectantly.

"Do we have the ingredients? If I recall right, we need quite a bit, plus some optional one's like shredded cheese and the like."

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes (Cyberpunk/Vampires)

@HeySeuss

Moved to CS tab.

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes (Cyberpunk/Vampires)

This is interesting. I might make a talented human with flash precognition. Not enough to significantly unbalance things, but definitely enough to make him extremely useful. As for what role he'll play, I was thinking either long range sniper, or strategic advisor so that his abilities fully complements what he does.

I.F. There Was Magic

Zazriel

Name: Zazriel.
Nickname: Zaz.
Age: Ancient.
Occupation: Oculari (Formerly), Freelance Detective (Currently).

Rank: 1
Combat Power: 2
Wisdom: 3
Luck: 5

Skills
Tongues: Zazriel has an in-depth knowledge of all languages spoken on Pratta due to his work as an Oculari.

Inactive Style: Disappearing.

Appearance: A beautiful yet alien creature even in exile, Zazriel stands tall over the meeker humans of Pratta, albeit in a manner more modest than most. For he lost his ego long ago, much like his wings and unearthly radiance. Feathered things were they, being adorned with every color of rainbow, shining with the strength of the sun even as they obscured it. For large were the wings of Zaz, and exceedingly vain, each the length of a man though they were but twain in number, as befitting a member of the lowly Ishim. Beings who, while counted least amongst the host of Vretiel, are no less glorious in the eyes of man than the mightiest of their kin.

Personality: Once a proud being who looked down on humanity from the heavens above, Zazriel quickly learned to humble himself after arriving on the surface of Pratta-or Mihr as his people called it-whereupon he found his powers greatly diminished. Mainly due to the atmosphere of the planet, which blocked out most of the magical radiation angels bodies had evolved to derive their vast power from, but also because of the loss of his wings. The only means he had of returning to that lightless void between the stars and regaining his lost might, paltry as it was. Throw in some close calls with the native beasts that called Mihr home, and you have the perfect recipe for an attitude adjustment. One Zazriel underwent with surprising speed, though this is to be expected given the trying times in which he found himself. So, rather than looking down on those around him or complaining about his lot in life, the former Oculari took whatever life threw at him in stride, determined not to let himself be overcome by despair or self-loathing. For such things would do more harm than good.

This is not to say he is or was always cheerful however, for such a thing would be impossible, only that he tries to see the glass of life as half full as he possibly can. A futile endeavor to some, perhaps, but one that has managed to keep him alive and-more importantly-sane all these years.

Biography: Like most of his race, Zazriel was born on the alien plains of Vretial, also known as Neboto, Pratta's primary moon. A place with an atmosphere thin enough to allow for greater absorption of magical energy and thus the development of extraordinary abilities and odd physiological mutations. Mutations such as the growth of wings of varying length and number that could be used to cross the vast emptiness of space, inhuman levels of strength, speed, and resilience, as well as biological immortality and the ability to change his shape at will, just to name a few. Brought up amongst the seemingly utopian yet highly stratified society his elders had created, Zazriel found himself assigned the rank of Ishim, the lowest rank held by those within the angelic hierarchy. This did not bother him, however, as many Ishim were destined to become Oculari, beings tasked with scouting out the world of Mihr and keeping track of various goings on so that those of higher rank might never find themselves lacking when it came to current events. It was a position of unprecedented freedom, and one Zazriel would not dream of turning down.

He had always wanted to see Pratta after all. Even if it was naught more than a primitive mud pit.

And so, after being assigned the role, Zazriel went about his task of scouting out the world below with arrogant fervor. Using illusions to disguise himself as a human he walked amongst their kind for years, gathering all manner of news on their activities, in addition to the state of the world as a whole. Once that was done he would return to Vretiel and give report of all the things he had seen and heard, only to do it all over again the next day for centuries. That was until he experienced his peoples injustice first hand. For one word. For one minor display of contrarianism towards a higher ranking Elim he was branded a dissident and sentenced to exile on the world below. And there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing save for bearing his punishment with quiet reserve. A challenging task to be sure, especially when they started in on his wings. It took all of his willpower not to scream as tendon after tendon was torn from its skeletal mooring, the ragged holes on his back dripping cobalt colored blood, but somehow he stayed strong.

Resolute.

Unyielding.

Not that it mattered much. Those holding him were merely doing as they were told like the mindless drones they were. They couldn't have cared less if he had been spitting in their faces and cursing their names, or lying in a fetal position and balling his eyes out, that much was certain. And if it wasn't, then their transportation of his limp form across the dark of space and toward the shimmering form of Pratta certainly was. He wasn't exactly sure what happened next, as the loss of blood had rendered him unconscious, but when he awoke he was lying in a field out in the middle of nowhere. The bleeding had stopped, thankfully, but that did little to console him. He was still alone, after all, and bereft of the power he once enjoyed. But this realization did not stop him for long. For soon he had made up his mind to find the nearest city which, from what he could recall during his trips here, was about ten miles away. A long journey to make, especially on foot, but one he would need to embark on if he wished to live.

And so he set off, doing his best not to fall prey to the beasts that roamed the wilds, eventually arriving at the city, a little worse for wear, but alive nonetheless and with a much humbler attitude to boot. Slipping through the gates in human form, he took up residence there, changing his appearance as the years went by to mimic the same short lifespan humans possessed. For though he was no longer incapable of being claimed by old age like the rest of his kind, the little celestial might he did possess kept him remarkably fresh. Noticeably so. After several centuries of deception, however, Zazriel was finally able to drop his ruse of dying only to be replaced by some new face who wished to buy the house in which he lived. Upon moving to Astrum however, which was now the worlds largest cultural melting pot, he found himself able to maintain a singular residence, profession, and-most importantly-identity. That being his own, albeit with a human appearance, as his true form was still a little too unusual, even for the city's forward thinking residents.