Doc Doctor

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@TemplarKnight07@Sikako J

"Meet up at 2000 Fashion Shaw Drahve. Thah's where thah Trump International Hotel is. Ah'll brief yuh on thah way theyuh."

Should they reach the hotel, then with Donny's plan fresh in the group's mind they'd each park a safe distance from the building before approaching it.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

I was going to wait until I got some feed back before I decided to finalize her, but I suppose I might as well just post her up now! Let me know what you guys think!

The Innocent Child

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*Name: Zoe Heitz

*Alias: Butterfly's Shadow, Also depends on the day.

*Age: Nineteen

*Height: 5'5

*Weight: 121 lbs

*Physical Abilities/Skills: Physically Zoe is in amazing athletic shape able to run for miles, swim for miles, or even climb a mountain. It's not like she's going to punch someone to death, but she is just in peak condition from training her body simple because she enjoys it. As for her talents and skills Zoe is one of the most famous hackers, not that anyone knows who she really is, going by the code name Butterfly's Shadow online. The name was something she chose as a child and just kept and even made the butterfly into a symbol for herself, most famously known for the false trace when people try and track her the trace goes in a loop in the shape of a butterfly never ending. She's been known to leave a butterfly image on a computer screen of the victims she hacks if she wants them to know she was there and sometimes is cruel enough to wipe that computer completely clean of everything but leaving the image to mock the fools who mess with her and waste her time.

Stealing money, taking over systems, writing her own programs, nothing is really a problem for her. If she can think of it she can make it happen through a computer basically, it's just one of her gifts. As for other talents or hobbies she enjoys the piano and violin, throw in some C-4 knowledge for firing up a night, some small arms training for self defense...Or shooting someone in the back...Either way. A bit of knowledge of poisons and you basically got your little murderous angel in a nice little package named Zoe. She's even been known to tamper with wires a bunch hot wiring cars, electrifying a hot tub, rigging a light switch to detonate a ton of explosives, or to fix a flickering light...What's the difference in this day and age right?

*Personality: Zoe is the most innocent acting normal teenage girl you could find. She laughs, goes out with friends, kisses guys at clubs...Or girls. Sleeps around and parties. Enjoys racing her car with people or just because. She likes her music whether it be techno pop or whatever she feels in the mood for. Again she just appears like any other girl her age. Though the reality is she's an ice cold bitch who murdered her own father and would probably only feel bad for killing her lover, which she'd still do without hesitation even if it saddened her.

Zoe just loves money enough to kill, steal, or scam for it. Sometimes she herself isn't sure if it's really for the money anymore though because she has so much. She looks at the richest men in the world and just laughs because it could all be hers in hardly any time at all if she really wanted. Now when she takes money it's just because she can and she enjoys getting paid for jobs. Does she need the money? Obviously not, but she likes the intrigue of new adventures each job gives.

*Background: Once upon a time there was a large criminal organization that spanned over Germany run by a man named Franz Heitz. Franz had built up his empire to be worth millions even though he had come from nothing. Your typical upstart who came from no where story. However this story is not for his climb to power, nor for Franz at all. This story is about the bastard of the most feared man in Germany only three years ago. You see Franz had a thing for escorts and one of those escorts produced for him a daughter. This girl was his only child, and only living heir. There was was no record of her birth and only those whom Franz truly trusted knew of the girls existence.

Sadly her mother only being an escort was unworthy of joining the family and was killed off to be silenced on the knowledge of this girl. This girl was named Zoe Heitz, she is the one this story is told for. You see Zoe grew up with the best tutors men could take against their will, or money could buy, whichever was needed. They would all wind-up dead after their services were no longer needed, but only so that Zoe would always be safe you see. Since Franz was the most feared and hated man in all of Germany he feared for his daughter and rightly so. She was taught self defense courses in hand to hand, hand guns, and her father even put her together with his bomb expert to teach her how to utilize explosives. It was clear he had gone from protecting to turning her into more.

It can't be said that Franz was a completely terrible father however. He brought her dance instructors a swim instructor, even a piano and violin instructor. She could sing, do her own hair, her make up, act completely normal for someone with such a crude upbringing. She was like a high born princess in the palace of sin. Zoe had everything but freedom. It was her father's way. There wasn't a 'or the highway' option, it was simply his way. This made Zoe a little sad and closed off inside retreating to the internet early on. She gave herself the online name Butterfly's Shadow because she found butterflies to be one of the most beautiful creatures and loves watching them in the garden.

She had stumbled into someone on a chat website who was a decent hacker and taught her what they knew. It because a game to her, a hobby when not obeying her father's wishes. The internet became her little haven, and in the years to become like her father controlled Germany, the web would be all hers. When Zoe turned sixteen she had finally had enough of her father. She had drained all his accounts for herself and poured him a gllass of wine which she had poisoned and offered it to him as his kind and obedient daughter. Once he began feeling ill she revealed to him that she had taken everything he had held dear, his money and his life. His eyes lit up only to freeze before he fell out of his chair never to rise again.

With her father's fortune all to herself Zoe had left Germany. Those who knew of her loved her and would support her, those who didn't know of her obviously couldn't blame her for the death of her father so it was easy to get away with the murder. She assumed an identity and flew to America. It is there that she has lived the hacking dream. Lots of money, a nice car, great equipment, and now posing a fresh out of school girl living the day to day life, never mind the fact that online she takes jobs to kill people, rob people or businesses, get information, or one of the more fun tasks she gets...Humiliating people by bringing secrets to the light. She does all from the inside of a nice little Two bedroom apartment.

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@Ciphra

Accepted!

<Snipped quote by Doc Doctor>

But like
are they actually involved tho??

@Stekkmen

He makes sure nobody metagames, check out the rules, they explain his role.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

So, how is this going to work?

Is @LeeRoy actually involved in this, or what? Are we going to kill some NPC's or just wait until @Drifting Pollen magically finds out where we are and attacks us?

I assume we know where some of the Irish Mob people are, and that we are driving to their little hideouts to wipe them the fuck out? Right?

@Stekkmen

LeeRoy is involved, as my hostage.

As for the plan, yeah, I'll set up NPC battles to screw with until the action draws the attention of nearby freelancers. Then the real shit starts.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@TemplarKnight07@Sikako J

Donny left the room and went outside to start up the van, after checking for ignition bombs. Finding none, he started her up and waited for his two other partners to get in. What exactly was the plan?

SCAVENGER OF SORROW (Scouti Sparks Vs. The Magna Pater)

@Sikako J

A split second, a fraction of a moment. That maniac moment where one realises that, yes, this is a life or death situation. A climber's foot slips over a two-hundred foot precipice. A mother sees her toddler waddle in front of a semi. The survival instinct comes naturally, without thought as the body acts before the mind.

The monster knew how to take advantage of humans.

Right as Scouti landed atop the container, something clattered on the ground to her left. No doubt that if look she did, it'd be only for that briefest of periods before she caught wind of the trap. It had chucked the second dagger high overhead so that its landing would provide a distraction. The tail spat up through the darkness on Scouti's right, seeking to slap around her neck during that instinctual buzz of unthinking adrenaline like a Punjab lasso, a hangman's noose that would yank her viciously from her perch and over the side where the monster had darted, having already snaked over to where she had landed with its lethal, viperous speed. She'd have at best six seconds before she fell unconscious from lack of oxygen to the brain, should it have seized her.

Most humans watch too many motion pictures. They often find themselves under the impression that once a horror movie villain sneaks out of sight, there is time to catch the old breath as suspense builds up for the next scene.

This was no damn movie. There'd be no screaming if it got its clammy claws on her. Her voicebox would rupture at the first attempt of trying to release an expression of the horrors it desired to inflict upon her. Even in death there was no escape.

If she were quick on the draw with her seeking power, Scouti's chances of avoiding the sneak attack would be much better, but if she were taking a breather, giving pause, trying to gain her bearings before starting off again...

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@MetalHead@TemplarKnight07@Stekkmen@Sikako J@LokiLeo789@banjoanjo@Kidd

Donny patiently listened to each argument before raising a hand.

"Thuh trick is tuh find thuh enemy and kill'um. How that gets done, depends on thah situation. We'll jus' adapt and do what needs done, ayuh?"

"Yuh teams'll be chosen based on thah ways yah skills complement those of yah partnah's. Each team'll head out tah a section of thah city tah clean house in whatevah way is deemed most... Appropriate."

"Reapah Man, Ramshackle, an' Mute'll cover thah Northeast. That combination uh subterfuge with brute force backup'll work jus' fahn'."

"Noboddah, Borealis, an' Thorn'll be coverin' Southeast tuh Southwest. Yah versatility oughta be 'nuff tah handle any sahprizes."

"Lead Lawrd, Lucky, an' mahself'll take Northwest. Bullets n' bombs, can't go wrong with thah classics."

"Thah mob'll be easah tuh handle, but thuh freelancers... They'll hide good. Bait 'em out any way yuh can, but always keep an ace handah, ayuh? Now les' git gawn."

Donny stood up and beckoned to his two partners, allowing the other two teams to work out their own strategies. Each and every member had an earpiece and collar mic available to communicate with. The frequency was obviously a secret, and coded against hackers. What vehicles were available? Armor plated black vans complete with bulletproof tires, suped up electric motors, police scanners, and FBI eavesdropping junk. Naturally each member had their own van, as sharing was pretty dumb. If everybody piled into one vehicle, all the more easily to blow said vehicle up with a roadmine and kill three birds with one stone.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@SheriffLlama

Seems fine, apply at will.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@Stekkmen

For now, yes.

SCAVENGER OF SORROW (Scouti Sparks Vs. The Magna Pater)

@Sikako J

She managed to wound the monster all right. Two daggers in the lower back, but the other two were knocked aside with a sweep of its left wing. The attack would have had more effect on a raging bear, and with enough steam bears have been known to charge through bullets. If she could get at its brain or heart though, or a major artery...

But those considerations were a luxury afforded to those with time to think.

The Magna Pater's tail moved then, and it moved like an honest whip. The tip coiled about one of the daggers in its back as the rest of the limb bowed out in Scouti's direction, like one of those cartoon trees that launch characters into the sky when a rope is cut. Instead of Elmer Fudd, it was a piece of bladed steel flung with with such momentous speed that should it have struck a man in the chest, it'd be liable to crack right through the sternum and literally take him off of his feet.

It was a blur shooting haphazardly for Scouti's legs. Not a deadly throw, but it could cripple her. Meanwhile, the horror had moved. It slipped out of sight behind a stack of nearby containers, as silent and quick as the supposed spirits they say you can see out of the corner of your eye.

There was something worse than seeing the monster after all. Not seeing it.

SCAVENGER OF SORROW (Scouti Sparks Vs. The Magna Pater)

@Sikako J

Surprisingly, whatever it was took Scouti up on her offer. It tumbled out of the hole and plopped limply to the concrete. It was no wraith, but a (formerly) human corpse.
The head had been... The eyes... Ugh, and the rest of the body. Whatever he had gone through had been so terrible that his natural appearance had shifted from that of a plump workman and proud father into a concentration camp victim. It was like the man had spent the better part of his life suffering tortures in the Gulags before being slowly drained of blood as a monkey mauled him. Fingers, toes and certain other small parts were missing. His eyes weren't raisins, rather they had been reduced to pits of coagulated dark blood. His hair, once a ripe burgundy, was now entirely white. Hair turned white from fright? That honestly wasn't even physically possible.

Again something whispered not with words, but with the wings of bats fluttering in blackness-

(In dreams it is possible.)

Like a blackhead being squeezed out of a pore, the creature that Scouti had parlayed with emerged. The features of its head were virtually undistinguishable, as its slick hide was coated with a thin layer of black mold. It was grave mold, what accumulates on the skin of a damp body before it begins to rot. The monster must have slept on the freighter for quite a long time.

Its rubbery body poured out from the hole after the head had pushed through, but instead of piling where the corpse lay, the horror dipped up right before the blunt of its snout touched and reared, allowing the length of its great form to eventually slip out and gain traction on the ground to pull the rest of itself out into the open.

Its wet nostrils quivered open and closed like the nose of a pig does. The mouldy head cracked open with the sound of a watermelon being bitten into, rivulets of stringy saliva stretching taut between thick, closely gathered teeth before oozing out into ropey tendrils which sank slowly down past wrinkly jowls.

The thing's old and rancid dead-breath came out with a noiseless sigh, in a green steam that curled smokily around the corners of its mouth and wafted up like dye released underwater, coiling slowly.

From the bulbous body two arms that had been caked in at its sides with mold and blood shifted, spindly fingers tipped with long claws flexing out into the position a preying mantis maintains its own limbs. A stalking pose, lanky elbows tucked in so that the arms could be extended out quickly.

The unfairly long tail wound loops about the ground, slowly writhing, never still, perhaps ever so slowly working its way towards Scouti.

Having fully come out of its hidey-hole, the monster eased itself to its belly and looked up to the girl. It's eyelids bunched, about to flap open like the rattling shutters on a haunted house window whose sights were reserved for only the lost and the mad.

Stand still and meet it eye-to-eye with the intention of polite conversation, or move like a motherfucker? Think about it. What would Einstein do?