Fallenreaper

Over

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Samad & Cade
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Location: On route to the cruise ship currently in harbor

When Samad was truly and completely unsatisfied with something, it showed. Namely with an endless silence that was broken by the bare minimum of words when addressed. Currently his figure was leaning on a lamp post nearby where the cab had parked nearest the curb, every often his eyes would pass subtle, hard glances at his partner as he extended his awareness to the scenery around him. It was more out of habit than anything.

His current appearance, like much of the rest of his attire, was made more for movement and comfort. Instead of semi formal attire, he wore a black sweater over a collared shirt and slender jeans hugged his hips well, his shoes a off white pair of athletic sneakers. He looked like any normal guy would strolling down the pier for a pleasant evening. Cade, on the other hand, usually wore something more prim and proper attire in comparison: a white dress sure, a v-neck sweat and a dress vest which buttoned at the waist. Instead of jeans, topped off with a belt and ironed out trousers.

The taller but more slender man was hauling his bulky medical bag quickly out of the taxi, bent at the waist within the taxi as he passing the driver the right amount of tips and payment for his rush hour service. Standing upright, he then held out a single finger to prevent the man from taking off and rechecked his things hastily to ensure everything was in order. His arm wrapped about his medical bag that threatened to slip from his grasp while he pushed up his large, rounded glasses back upon his nose.

“Thank you, Sir.” He stated right before the car rumbled, the tires screeched quickly into traffic and out of sight quickly. It was enough to cause Cade to flinch visibly, his face frowning at the rudeness displayed. He snapped off a less than enthusiastic comment, his eyes watching the departure’s direction, with slight sarcasm to it. “Great day to you too…”

Sighing, he flipped his arm over his shoulder where his medical dangled from his fingers lightly. That’s when he noted his partner was already starting to move, not bothering to make sure he had everything, and casually strolled down the pier toward the boat. His cane flickered out as he began limping heavily on one side from a well practice feign that even the blond had difficulty in identifying it not being a genuine wound. Cade bit his lip twice in slight guilt over their lateness and resisting asking Samad to wait up, mainly because it was his fault they might miss the boat. If he hadn’t slipped into a meditative state for an extra hour and gotten lost into his own mind, then it wouldn’t have happened. He wasn’t against his Persian partner holding a grudge for a few hours, if he knew it was that simple but he got the sensation the more serious man would’ve held it completely against him for much longer. For days, if not weeks. Thinking about this, Cade let a soft, annoyed sigh escape before he realised he was gradually being left behind.

“Shit!” Cade cursed under his breath then rushed to catch up, his shoes clipped along the concrete then to wood upon reaching the pier. The others would see them shortly arriving and clearly missed the memo over when to arrive.

Over

Experimental Team

Samad Armir

_{“I will never stop or rest, until my quarry is dead. Time is my ally and I’ve got plenty of it…”}

Name: Samad Armir (Former last name, unknown)
Official Title: Past- The Persian Lion |Present- The Survivor
Team Title: Past- Wrecking Crew |Present- Experimental Team
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Position: Linked Asylum
Specialty: Hunter (silencer characteristics)
Alchemic Style: Vocem (primary), Motem (secondary)
Asylum Code: L (50)- Left forearm, on the inside between the wrist and elbow.
Weapons:

Primary Weapon

Desert’s Fang Prototype: Based off a Persian style scimitar it has two modes, combat and hidden. To pull it out in combat, Samad detaches the cane’s handle then squeezes the end to create the blade, made of shaped plasma. This can cut through nearly anything without any much issues but light enough he can easily wield it, often making this his go to weapon when he’s forced into a confrontation lacking the surprise element. When he’s finished, he smacks the lion’s head and deactivates the blade before placing it back into the wooden cane base (35 inches in length).

Secondary Weapon

Katar: Usually a H shaped weapon first recorded in the 16th century and used in the Middle East, Samad’s has been enhanced for the modern world. Instead of being a grip, the weapon is strapped upon a thick bracer that looks like a bondage accessory ranging about 8.4 inches in length between the wrist and elbow. On the underarm is what appears to be a small, metal clasp that hides an inch wide blade running down the length of the bracer which ejects at a press of a palm button. On the outer side is set of ornate strips folded in and can also be flipped out. When extended it creates a small crossbow that shoots small arrows about the size of darts.

Additional features~ The blade itself is laced with a poison edge to affect healing wounds and prevent them from clotting whenever he strikes a target’s flesh. Only Cade, who has examined the substance, has an antidote within his medical bag should it be needed.

There’s a canister that can hold up to about 50 small, tightly packed arrows about the size of darts or pencils. On the outside it looks like a normal, average pen or pencil can with a clasp to hook it to his belt. All three items are specially designed to go through most outside examination and get away being undetected.

Alchemy Specialization: Momentum Manipulation- Samad can influence the momentum force of any object including living or inanimate that are within his eyesight. This means he can increase or decrease the speed it is traveling at (not fully stop or start it), alter the target’s magnitude (make the impact softer or harder), redirect from its original target and even transfer any momentum from one source to another. A favorite tactic in battle for Samad is to absorb the momentum of an attacking object or person then store it within himself away for later use to increase his own speed or power behind his movements.

Appearance: Samad is a well built man, like all Asylums, with a fit physical frame and muscles created by the harsh conditions of the missions he has experienced. On closer inspection it is obvious he is made for strength rather than speed naturally. His height is about 5’7”, average for most Arabic and Middle Eastern descended, with a weight at around 225 pounds. Being one of the many sons of the Kain, Samad shows it with his amber eyes and pure onyx hair, cut short to prevent the normal wavy found in it when he grows it out. His skin is built for harsh desert environment with the tone of Kalahari sands giving him a proud appearance. A deep, black L, his Asylum number 50, is tattooed into his under arm of his left forearm where it can be hidden from sight.

His attire is often chosen based on his mission. The main questions that need answers are namely what is required and what is the common appearance within the setting, further details filled in when he ends up purchasing the items. This means he doesn’t keep a wide range of outfits for personal use and merely buys on demand, through the few sets he has are fairly simple. His most favored often fit several needed traits like comfort, mobility, durability, and allows him to blend into modern crowds easily. This means no qualities that stick out like a sore thumb as he hates being the center of attention or noted on a heavy level.

The most frequent used are various plain, cotton shirts of usually long sleeve, jeans and athletic shoes. His shoes are often the most replaced item of his causal wear and have seen some wear and tear. On his middle finger is a thick, titanium ring given to him when he was child. The piece is shaped into the image of a scorpion wrapped about the finger to touch its claws to its tail, a cut and polished ruby set within its main body.

Personality: Due to the fact my PC’s personalities aren’t ridge and tend to change, I’m listing the main features of Samad’s personality that are most notable upon a default day.

Patient: Being a hunter suits Samad as he uses time as his ally and goes about stalking his prey at his own pace, never rushed by urgency or need to save lives. In his mind, everyone will die, including himself, making the how mean less than the when. He also knows he’ll eventually catch up to the target and when he does, he’ll make sure they will either fall or never forget. Paranoia works in his favor in this case since it makes his prey sloppy and and easier to locate later. In both conflict and outside of it, Samad manages to keep a tight rein over his emotions which creates an objective tone and viewpoint with the matter he’s discussing.

Restless: When there’s an unfinished task left and he’s unable to work on completing it, Samad becomes restless. These traits shown in way he moves, reacts, and more through subtle ways. Not because he values or wants to protect life, but because he values his own accomplishments deep inside. While he won’t disobey orders to leave things well enough alone, it doesn’t mean it won’t bother him off and on, especially when reminded of it.

Cold/Distant: When not being requested on his thoughts or engaged directly in conversation, Samad gives off an aloof attitude to the scene. Most find him distant and cold on first impression which alters, after they get use to him, to merely the former. Through if he sees an issue left unaddressed he might draw attention it to it by breaking his aloof attitude then retreat when it has been.

Blunt in speech: Samad doesn’t believe in sugarcoating the truth as he sees it and one should expect full bluntness when his opinions are asked for. As with most bluntness, his words are chosen for meaning rather than compassion or politeness and so come off as insensitive and harsh depending on the subject. When others try to correct it, he grows silent then states if they don’t want the reality of the situation than he is the last one they should consult over opinions.

History: Will reveal throughout IC.

Other:

Since he was 27, Samad suffers various symptoms listed below:

• Chronic headaches
• Phantom pains in his right leg
• Nose bleeds during extreme tension
• Rarely Occurring Flashbacks

Cade has been trying to ease the headaches, through keeps insisting the pain is all in his head, and continually monitors his status when outside combat.

Samad carries about the slight air of Persian pride and calm, the remnants of his past. Whatever the reason for it, he long since has been forced to give it up when he was snatched up by AMRO and trained as an Asylum.

Armir isn’t his original last name and instead a new one was bestowed in its place on his departure, most likely to spare the family the ability to get into contact with him or shame.

The ring upon Samad’s finger is a symbol of the Kain Bloodline, a trinket that could mean one of two things: either signifying the wearer is of royal blood or a royal is indebt to that individual, earning him some measure of respect. When asked about the ring, Samad has never indicated why he has and often ignores the question when it arises.

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Cade Markell

_{“Why take a life when you don’t have to? I won't stoop that low.”}

Name: Cade Markell
Official Title: Doc
Team Title: Experimental Team
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Position: Linked Asylum
Specialty: Hybrid (though passive in the killing traits)
Alchemic Style: Motem (primary) Sigillum (secondary)
Asylum Code: CLXXV (175)- lower back, smack in the middle.
Weapons:

Primary Weapon

Bo Staff: This is the first and only weapon Cade learned to use effectively, his skill adept but no where near mastered. The bo staff is a durable yet surprisingly light weapon, able to take up an undefined amount of pressure or weight without ever showing a strain. Though the segments from which it folds into are another matter and when those limits are reached, the staff abruptly folds in the handle. There, either by choice or not, the two magnets hold the ends in place so to keep the staff at about his shoulder width allowing it to be hidden easily either within his coat, clothes or a lining in his medical bag he’s usually carrying. When finally extended, the weapon reaches about six foot in total length which he can wield with surprising grace and practiced movements for the time he’s been training with it.

Additional~ Upon each end of the bo staff, there’s two electrical units that can serve a dual purpose. One is creating electrical currents independent of his alchemy, focusing it at the ends only, and storage for his electrical specialty. For the generation it requires to be plugged into a port charger that is adaptable to use either solar, lunar or man made power sources (such as plug-ins) in order to charge. When filled, it can last up to an hour before needed recharged again. The electrical units can hold up to one charge during a mission after being emptied, enabling him to prevent waste when using his alchemy in combat and spare his sanity a bit longer.

The charges are designed to only hold so much and stop absorbing when full so there’s little worry about it over loading should Cade continually send a charge through the whole bo staff, even with the storage units completely powered up. The units can hold enough power for several minor (about 8 or more depending on contact length) or a few large shocks (about 3-6) before requiring recharging. The actual amount can vary with the fight.

Secondary Weapon

Senbon (Shuriken) Needles: On the outside and when hidden, the Senbon look like thin specialized medical needles for acupuncture. When activated, the Senbon expand and become thicker for more damage and less chance of breaking. There are about 50 in a single batch. They are designed more for throwing but can become CQC weapons in a pinch when he holds them between his fingers and punches out.

Addition~ 30 of them are coated in anti-alchemy chemical, 10 are a paralyzing agent and the last 10 are sedatives (time varies based on subject).

Alchemy Specialization:

Electrical Manipulation- Ability to absorb, create, manipulate, focus and influence all electrical energy that he comes into contact with. Due to his unique connection to electrical impulses and signals, he can sense miniscule changes in the air and his surroundings.

Appearance: Cade wasn’t raised or designed for the AMRO’s line of work, and his figure reflects that. Standing at 5’10” in height, his muscles are just gaining the definition and strength from recent years of hard, relentless training since he was 19. At first glance he appears to be slender enough to be a common store clerk, online tech support or an intraining nurse for a locate clinic without any obviously special skills to add. Compared to his partner, he’s a bit of a willow stick to be honest. His skin seemed to be rarely touched by the sun so there’s no heavy tanning to it, giving him an indoor complexion and some color to prevent an ill appearance.

He wears prescription and rounded glasses since he is near-sighted without them. They cover his hazel grey eyes, filled with humanity and logic, seeming to examine people mentally without realizing it. His blond hair has dark roots but isn’t dyed, his bangs often cut short then combed over the top in a wave. Cade’s lower jaw sports a beard and goatee combination, keeping it trimmed to a light and notable stubble. There are no tattoos upon his skin despite what is seen in the image representation above. His tattoo, CLXXV, is the along the lower nook of his back at his waist.

Cade wears simple attire and usually around what many class as business casual, bordering between everyday apparel and business attire. This often includes a nice looking shirt with an overlapping sleeveless waist vest, the colors often greys or light earthen based, with V shape from the neck to the buttons. His pants are often pristine jeans or trousers with barely a crease in them. His shoes are geniune leather flat and while they might appear to be uncomfort to wear, the interior have been modified to support and allow movement for intense activities. He is often seen carrying his doctor’s leather bag.

Personality: Due to the fact my PC’s personalities aren’t ridge and tend to change, I’m listing the main features of Cade’s personality that are most notable upon a default day.

Logical: Cade might not be naturally a genius at birth, but he does have a high range of knowledge and the ability to catch onto things that appeal to him pretty fast at first. Through keeping the knowledge fresh and easily to recall requires some repetition and work through review, a point he manages to make time for daily. When faced with a problem that is difficult to solve, he determines the possible solutions available to him then tests each one to study the result and adapt.

Morals: Cade has a distinct sense of right and wrong, though it is often guided by his own faith in his heart. This often guides his manners and thoughts toward people on first impression, his heart later altering them based on what he learns and sees. He’s not afraid to admit himself wrong or imperfect though he does expect others to be as understanding as himself.

Passionate: Having grown up around a small clinic then helped within a small hospital, Cade has always been determined to be a doctor and often treats his patients as people, rather than merely a number taken daily. He goes through extreme measures to make the experience tolerable and without compromising the care, taking thorough care in the subjects he holds the most pride in. This also means the lost of a patient is a grievous thing for him, lasting from a few hours to days, since he strives greatly to ensure the casualties in his care are low.

Humanarian: Cade values human life above all else. His absolute last solution is to take any human being’s life unless it endangers another and there is no other way he can come up with to prevent more harm from being done. This trait is tied to the time before he was an Asylum, a fact he might retain and not becoming jaded by his Asylum career as a killer is yet to be seen. To him, death isn’t the first option through he will follow orders when pressed to. It doesn’t mean he’ll like it in the least.

History: Will show ICly.

Other:

Cade has both basic and advance knowledge in healing, often for severe wounds it's supplemented by his alchemy. This knowledge includes but isn’t limited to identifying key herbs, creating salves or poultices, setting (or rarely breaking) bones, identifying the issues, and even advance bandaging techniques.

Since he’s a registered physician despite his age, namely a private and personal one, Cade is able to get anything within his medical bag and is plausible for a doctor through customs. He often has everything he needs within, the bottom fixed with a specialized adhesive and when activated it won’t move from its spot. Cade can stick his bag almost anywhere for safe keeping then easily retrieve it thanks to his excellent memory.

Due to the fact it never fails in every mission for him to get covered in either gore, dirt or something nasty, Cade had made it a habit to bring along 1-2 additional set of clothes to change into afterwards. In addition to some cleaning agent to sterilize his hands should he need to do invasive surgery.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Natural Selection Arc

Location: Lost Haven, Maine- Tyburn Avenue, beneath the North Bridge underpass (drop off location)
Timeline: Present

Racheli stood alone in the darkness.

Her figure was feeling numb. There was no cold or air that seemed to circulate around her, drawing an unsettled sensation within her core. Something was wrong. She could easily feel it as she tried to peer through the veil of shadows, their forms twisting together like a curtain and hiding the exit from her. In the far distance was a faintly glowing dot that drew her attention. Her eyes fixed on it with suspicion as she started to step forward, her right foot leading and shortly the rest couldn’t stop the motion that had began. The first thing Rach noted was that she was bare footed. Her soles slapped against the smooth surface with a determined and haste brought on by instinctive fear, that sounds the only thing breaking the silence around her. For anyone, the light was a beacon to life but for Rach, it would chase away the night which had fallen. With any luck, it might also relieve the unbearable sensation of something stalking her by revealing the source.

Spurred on by the dread, the numbness faded when she entered the light. Pale warmth washed over her image and immediately chased the shadows away, revealing the scene she had been traveling to her. It was obviously alien world because while it shared elements with earth, the differences were too difficult overlook. Mostly it was a desert with a too clear miniature ‘sea’ reflecting the oddly shaped cliffs back to her and savanna grass sprouting around her feet. The sand was hot but tolerable. Her eyes glanced down at the pure beach like like coloring as she furled and unfurled her toes, small clamps in her fisted feet. The most notable image was the towering rock nearest her. It seemed to be a bizarre hybrid of organic bark and stone, its presence radiating a sense of superiority that increased the subtle loathing within her at it. Overhead and orbiting dangerously close was a moon like saturn planet with a ring of ice circling it. An elegant image despite how uneasy it made her.

Rach’s eyes stared at the strange beauty until movement caught her eyes.

Her head turned to the side and spotted a red skinned figure, her image humanoid for the most part though covered in a blocky, white robe. At first, Racheli got the sensation it was a single piece but the thought faded when she spotted it fracture and shift with the creature’s movements. Each one was graceful and delicate, the gestures controlled down to the smallest spent energy and gave off an aura of complete beauty. For several moments longer than needed, Racheli merely stared at the alien’s casually walk. Her eyes taking in all the details and sensations given off by the strange being with surprising accuracy, something that Rach had never noted before.

The creature’s skull was more oblong in the back, her ears crystallized to her head side and long tendrils of white hair seemed to stick off her in both strands and feather layers along her skull back. Her pupiless eyes blue, glowing slightly, idly glanced about in searching. Transparent energy wisped about her in narrow lines, almost outlining it. They seemed to harmonize with her aura while they orbited her. Use the display that Rach guessed it was common place, the alien’s three toed feet skirted from her robes then shifted the white sand in her path. Suddenly, she came to a complete stop. The creature’s narrow, almost human featured face tightened in concentration when realization smacked across it. Her blank expression soften while she curled her biped legs underneath and reached out an arm to scrap away the sand quickly.

Rach studied in silence. A sensation of dreadful knowing filled her core causing her figure to stiffen and still, her eyes watching the alien gradually reveal another buried behind the shifting sands. A smaller, younger ‘sister’, the corpse looked almost identical to the one uncovering it through the red coloring had long since dulled. There wasn’t any orbiting of energy or spark of life within the empty shell. Sand collected to her face thanks to a black, sticky liquid leaking from her eyes, nose and mouth which Rach suspected covered the alien’s front and was the cause of her death. Curiously the original creature touched the outside curve of the dead one’s face, gently brushing away the sand. A sense of foreign confusion mixed with fear filled Rach, her mind reading the being’s uncertainty over the death’s cause. While she knew the reason, the alien woman was still ignorant.

Some part of Rach, old and primal, screamed for the alien to run away. To flee and stay away from the corpse, but every time she made to open her mouth, no words came out. Instead like a useless statue she just stood there waiting and watching. After a time, the alien stood up then walked away. Her figure vanished into the landscape leaving Rach alone. Moments later the background shimmered like a mirage, the landscape dissipating back into shadows and darkness once more enveloping her.

The sensation of something lurking nearby caused Rach to address it, her tone harsh and accusing to the thing inside her. “You’ve done this before. Haven’t you?”

“Yes.” The answer appeared before the virus entered into the remaining light, its image was still that of her father and smirking that same smug way since the last time she saw him. Her teeth gritted in anger over the sight causing the man’s gesture to deepen before he continued. “I’ve traveled a long time, often set adrift on meteors or other things floating in space. The cold was where I thrived and when I came into contact with an individual, I spread like a wildfire. Infecting all those who came into my path.”

His hand raised, summoning an image of another planet. At first Rach thought it was Mars, the outside surface barren and dry, but it held a ring about its center. It cracked, crumpled and then blackened into a lifeless rock like it had been burned up in invisible flames. When finished, it shifted away to orbit around the pair when another planet appeared and repeated the very same cycle. Rach could sense the thousands suffering through the very pain she had, their cries filling the silent skies and anything that couldn’t adapt merely died during the process.

Unfazed by her growing anger, his words spun through his grisly tale. “A suitable number always survived my infection whenever I altered their very building blocks. I’ll admit, I wasn’t focused on being gentle as I was being fast and effective. Various species from humanoid to energy life forms were changed into something much more suitable for upcoming war.”

Michael snapped his fingers, the images of the planets rotating about the pair dissolved in the numerous races found upon each. From those almost human to too bizarre to accurately describe, the virus’ voice never pausing in his speech. “Most becoming much less than what you are now, identical copies of each other and merely fighters to serve some greater cause.”

His arms pulled back to rest against his lower back, his eyes studied Rach’s expression while she absorbed his words. The man’s head tilted much like a teacher observing his student in silence.

“Why are you telling me this?” Racheli finally asked, her eyes turned upon him and fixed in a glare.

“We’re bonded, Racheli. What power that should’ve been spread over a population of trillions is now contained within you instead of spreading and being allowed to infect other, dwindling the power over many rather than one. My original function wasn’t to house this much raw power into one person but a whole civilization. In fact, you never should’ve survived at all.”

She was quiet for a moment. Her eyes shifted and arms tightened against her chest, her irritation growing for a moment before she forced herself to relax. “Why did you chose his face?”

“You know why…”

“Enlighten me again.”

‘Michael’ sighed then let his vision shimmer and sway, his figure melting into another form. His size diminished into a smaller height, his face became childish and feminine. The hair grew out then pulled back into a ponytail, held in place by a scrunchie, as an eight year version of herself was smirking back at her. Instantly, Rach’s eyes averted from the image. Her stomach churned in her middle causing her to feel sick while she started to pull away.

A small childish chuckle erupted through ‘her’ lips as she watched the woman retreat, the voice slightly delighted in the reaction. ”At least as your father, I know you’ll never ignore me.”

Without another word, the virus reverted back into his original form. His expression fell into one of interest and subtle surprise, his eyes stared into space as if noting something she didn’t. He hummed slightly in disappointment then added more. “Looks like we’ll be finishing this conversation later. It’s time for you to wake up now.”

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The words echoing through her mind, her eyes snapped open abrupt. Rach’s body tried to jerk up and immediately felt resistance, her arms pinned to her side and head flipped about to see what was restraining her. Thick, sturdy straps held her tightly against the stretcher drawing a dumbfounded look from the two idiots sitting in there with her. It didn’t take her long to realize where she was at: within the back of some type of ambulance, she assumed. Various equipment from a heart monitor, which was beeping quickly, to defibrillator and surgical tools. In short, the back was filled with everything possible in the event something went wrong.

Save, for this one.

Both men were still in shock over her sudden awareness when one quickly snapped out of it and moved. His lanky figure shot up and reached for a nearby bag at his feet, his fingers fumbling over the contents for a sedative. Neither of them had noted the truck’s vibrations had ceased, meaning it had stopped, due to Rach becoming conscious. However, she had but she had better things to worry about. Her unwanted guests were too concern about the current threat locked and sealed within the back with them.

Not eager to be put back under again, Rach’s anger increase. Things of a metal nature started to hover gradually. Several tools from clamps to scalpels to even the paddles off the defibrillator rose into the air around her. Slow and gently, barely noticeable, the straps removed themselves from her figure. They floated by their clasps like hairs on ends allowing her to raise upright completely. It was at this point, the other man started to dart toward the vehicle’s door in panic. He shoved the first out of his way, his eyes round in terror and thick arms nearly knocked away the sedative from the hand. Assuming Rach was going to attack him, the CDC employee raised his left hand as if trying to calm a wild animal then approached.

“Easy ma’am. Now let’s just remain calm while we get you situated and explain-” He never got a chance to finish, his sentence cut off when the syringe needle made a small, straining noise. Sounding like nails on a chalkboard, it wrenched to the side and snapped off to embed itself into a wooden cabinet with a loud thunk. “Shit…”

Racheli smirked, her eyes completely black as her pupils extended to swallow all the white within them. “I think I’ve had enough rest as it is.”

She jerked her head to the paddles causing them leap to her mental commands, the large metal pieces flipped forward and stretched the cords enough to entangle the man bolting for the door. It tugged and twisted about his legs, jerking him back to the vehicle’s other side. Realizing the sedative was useless, the younger and lankier man rushed her in hopes that her dealing with the first was enough to keep her distracted. It wasn’t. The moment he got near enough, one of the clasps twisted about his arm then jerked down hard. He immediately went face first into the metal edge of her seat then crumbled into a heap. Too pissed to care if she killed him for time being, she flipped her legs over the edge and pushed off onto the floor. Cold metal greeted her soles as she applied pressure, her legs gaining strength the harder she straightening into an upright position.

Balancing herself against the stretcher, Rach’s eyes turned upon the door toward the back. She ignored the man struggling with the cords and stared upon the object in her way, blocking her exit. Her free hand raised in an open palm motion causing the hinges to jiggle and rattle. It was quietly at first and gradually gained more momentum, strengthening in volume over a few seconds. A voice whispered in her mind back, encouraging and softly, like a father encouraging his child.

‘Just let go.’ Her virus said and for once, Rach listened.

Closing her eyes, she shoved her open hand at it. Abruptly the hinges gave away and metal ripped from its position as the door was launched from its position into the street. It made a ear deafening thump upon impact causing Rach to winch in pain, her eardrums throbbing from the sounds echoing her heightened hearing. Pupils still dilated, she opened her eyes and carefully edged toward the vehicle’s end. Each step she was using her hand to brace herself until she arrived at the end, noting it was higher than she expected. Inhaling deeply she hopped down and stopped herself from tumbling face first into the pavement as she shot her arms back, leaning into the edge to catch her breathe.

Mass Effect: Borealis

If you guys do a collab, lemme know. Cause if you guys want me in, it's cool. If not, it's also cool and I can wait to make an individual post after the collab is done.

@DJAtomika

*points to Dervish's post*

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2 still has Hellis' and Trick's stuff so I don't want to muck about with that until they clear it. Check pad 3, left forkers.

@Dervish

You're a left forker aren't ya? Well, look in the pad on the OP indicated silly.

Mass Effect: Borealis

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2 still has Hellis' and Trick's stuff so I don't want to muck about with that until they clear it. Check pad 3, left forkers.

"To be honest and truthful" man, you sound like you're just ripping off the bandaid of a bad relationship. :P Tomorrow works better for me! I can be a productive member of society tonight.. kind of. I'll dedicate some time to write on the pad tomorrow (okay, let's be honest, I'm pretty much free all day tomorrow after my appointments in the city).

Sound savvy?

@Dervish

Yes. And I was merely stating the truth. :p

Mass Effect: Borealis

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I won't have a lot of time to write tonight, but let's get 2 started.

I need to study/ get cleaning done before my friends and I hop on a game.

@Dervish

To be honest and truthful, if we postpone it until tomorrow I can get a major chunk of writing out of the way from other rps like CAH and another site allowing me to get more replies in the pad at once and less multitasking.

Mass Effect: Borealis

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Since that's sorted out, we can open up a collab starting tonight if you so please with the 4 of us.

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Sounds good bud!

@Dervish

Alright, which pad in the OP?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hello

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

As you may have noticed Phoenixwhite hasn't been active on the site for a month now. I think it is highly likely she is not returning (at least not any time soon). The problem is that House Blackwell has quite an important role in the story now and we cannot just drop them as a POV character as we did Sutharlan.

As a result me and Fox agree that we should offer the role of house Blackwell to another RPier so that they can resume the story of house Blackwell. @Fallenreaper @Ellri this offer is also open to you as well if you are interested?

@TheDuncanMorgan

Currently I'm on the observing lines with this rp until further notice (AKA: Until I got RL and my RP stuff sorted. >_< My brain... it needs CPR! *cue laughter, it really helps*) so I'm not likely the best option as it could be some time before that happens. However, I am keeping tabs on the IC off and on whenever I have extra time so I'm enjoying the story and I do appreciate you considering me.

Over

_{“I will never stop or rest, until my quarry is dead. Time is my ally and I’ve got plenty of it…”}

Name: Samad Armir (Former last name, unknown)
Official Title: Past- The Persian Lion |Present- The Survivor
Team Title: Past- Wrecking Crew |Present- Experimental Team
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Position: Linked Asylum
Specialty: Hunter
Alchemic Style: Vocem (primary), Motem (secondary)
Asylum Code: L (50)
Weapons:

Primary Weapon

Desert’s Fang Prototype: Based off a Persian style scimitar it has two modes, combat and hidden. To pull it out in combat, Samad detaches the cane’s handle then squeezes the end to create the blade, made of shaped plasma. This can cut through nearly anything without any much issues but light enough he can easily wield it, often making this his go to weapon when he’s forced into a confrontation lacking the surprise element. When he’s finished, he smacks the lion’s head and deactivates the blade before placing it back into the wooden cane base (35 inches in length).

Secondary Weapon

Katar: Usually a H shaped weapon first recorded in the 16th century and used in the Middle East, Samad’s has been enhanced for the modern world. Instead of being a grip, the weapon is strapped upon a thick bracer that looks like a bondage accessory ranging about 8.4 inches in length between the wrist and elbow. On the underarm is what appears to be a small, metal clasp that hides an inch wide blade running down the length of the bracer which ejects at a press of a palm button. On the outer side is set of ornate strips folded in and can also be flipped out. When extended it creates a small crossbow that shoots small arrows about the size of darts.

Additional features~ The blade itself is laced with a poison edge to affect healing wounds and prevent them from clotting whenever he strikes a target’s flesh. Only Cade, who has examined the substance, has an antidote within his medical bag should it be needed.

There’s a canister that can hold up to about 50 small, tightly packed arrows about the size of darts or pencils. On the outside it looks like a normal, average pen or pencil can with a clasp to hook it to his belt. All three items are specially designed to go through most outside examination and get away being undetected.

Alchemy Specialization: Momentum Manipulation- Samad can influence the momentum force of any object including living or inanimate that are within his eyesight. This means he can increase or decrease the speed it is traveling at (not fully stop or start it), alter the target’s magnitude (make the impact softer or harder), redirect from its original target and even transfer any momentum from one source to another. A favorite tactic in battle for Samad is to absorb the momentum of an attacking object or person then store it within himself away for later use to increase his own speed or power behind his movements.

Appearance: Samad is a well built man, like all Asylums, with a fit physical frame and muscles created by the harsh conditions of the missions he has experienced. On closer inspection it is obvious he is made for strength rather than speed naturally. His height is about 5’7”, average for most Arabic and Middle Eastern descended, with a weight at around 225 pounds. Being one of the many sons of the Kain, Samad shows it with his amber eyes and pure onyx hair, cut short to prevent the normal wavy found in it when he grows it out. His skin is built for harsh desert environment with the tone of Kalahari sands giving him a proud appearance. A deep, black L, his Asylum number 50, is tattooed into his under arm of his left forearm where it can be hidden from sight.

His attire is often chosen based on his mission. The main questions that need answers are namely what is required and what is the common appearance within the setting, further details filled in when he ends up purchasing the items. This means he doesn’t keep a wide range of outfits for personal use and merely buys on demand, through the few sets he has are fairly simple. His most favored often fit several needed traits like comfort, mobility, durability, and allows him to blend into modern crowds easily. This means no qualities that stick out like a sore thumb as he hates being the center of attention or noted on a heavy level.

The most frequent used are various plain, cotton shirts of usually long sleeve, jeans and athletic shoes. His shoes are often the most replaced item of his causal wear and have seen some wear and tear. On his middle finger is a thick, titanium ring given to him when he was child. The piece is shaped into the image of a scorpion wrapped about the finger to touch its claws to its tail, a cut and polished ruby set within its main body.

Personality: Due to the fact my PC’s personalities aren’t ridge and tend to change, I’m listing the main features of Samad’s personality that are most notable upon a default day.

Patient: Being a hunter suits Samad as he uses time as his ally and goes about stalking his prey at his own pace, never rushed by urgency or need to save lives. In his mind, everyone will die, including himself, making the how mean less than the when. He also knows he’ll eventually catch up to the target and when he does, he’ll make sure they will either fall or never forget. Paranoia works in his favor in this case since it makes his prey sloppy and and easier to locate later. In both conflict and outside of it, Samad manages to keep a tight rein over his emotions which creates an objective tone and viewpoint with the matter he’s discussing.

Restless: When there’s an unfinished task left and he’s unable to work on completing it, Samad becomes restless. These traits shown in way he moves, reacts, and more through subtle ways. Not because he values or wants to protect life, but because he values his own accomplishments deep inside. While he won’t disobey orders to leave things well enough alone, it doesn’t mean it won’t bother him off and on, especially when reminded of it.

Cold/Distant: When not being requested on his thoughts or engaged directly in conversation, Samad gives off an aloof attitude to the scene. Most find him distant and cold on first impression which alters, after they get use to him, to merely the former. Through if he sees an issue left unaddressed he might draw attention it to it by breaking his aloof attitude then retreat when it has been.

Blunt in speech: Samad doesn’t believe in sugarcoating the truth as he sees it and one should expect full bluntness when his opinions are asked for. As with most bluntness, his words are chosen for meaning rather than compassion or politeness and so come off as insensitive and harsh depending on the subject. When others try to correct it, he grows silent then states if they don’t want the reality of the situation than he is the last one they should consult over opinions.

History: Will reveal throughout IC.

Other:

Since he was 27, Samad suffers various symptoms listed below:

• Chronic headaches
• Phantom pains in his right arm
• Nose bleeds during extreme tension
• Rarely Occurring Flashbacks

Cade has been trying to ease the headaches, through keeps insisting the pain is all in his head, and continually monitors his status when outside combat.

Samad carries about the slight air of Persian pride and calm, the remnants of his past. Whatever the reason for it, he long since has been forced to give it up when he was snatched up by AMRO and trained as an Asylum.

Armir isn’t his original last name and instead a new one was bestowed in its place on his departure, most likely to spare the family the ability to get into contact with him or shame.

The ring upon Samad’s finger is a symbol of the Kain Bloodline, a trinket that could mean one of two things: either signifying the wearer is of royal blood or a royal is indebt to that individual, earning him some measure of respect. When asked about the ring, Samad has never indicated why he has and often ignores the question when it arises.

_{“Why take a life when you don’t have to? I won't stoop that low.”}

Name: Cade Markell
Official Title: Doc
Team Title: Experimental Team
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Position: Linked Asylum
Specialty: Sniffer
Alchemic Style: Motem (primary) Sigillum (secondary)
Asylum Code: CLXXV (175)
Weapons:

Primary Weapon

Bo Staff: This is the first and only weapon Cade learned to use effectively, his skill adept but no where near mastered. The bo staff is a durable yet surprisingly light weapon, able to take up an undefined amount of pressure or weight without ever showing a strain. Though the segments from which it folds into are another matter and when those limits are reached, the staff abruptly folds in the handle. There, either by choice or not, the two magnets hold the ends in place so to keep the staff at about his shoulder width allowing it to be hidden easily either within his coat, clothes or a lining in his medical bag he’s usually carrying. When finally extended, the weapon reaches about six foot in total length which he can wield with surprising grace and practiced movements for the time he’s been training with it.

Additional~ Upon each end of the bo staff, there’s two electrical units that can serve a dual purpose. One is creating electrical currents independent of his alchemy, focusing it at the ends only, and storage for his electrical specialty. For the generation it requires to be plugged into a port charger that is adaptable to use either solar, lunar or man made power sources (such as plug-ins) in order to charge. When filled, it can last up to an hour before needed recharged again. The electrical units can hold up to one charge during a mission after being emptied, enabling him to prevent waste when using his alchemy in combat and spare his sanity a bit longer.

The charges are designed to only hold so much and stop absorbing when full so there’s little worry about it over loading should Cade continually send a charge through the whole bo staff, even with the storage units completely powered up. The units can hold enough power for several minor (about 8 or more depending on contact length) or a few large shocks (about 3-6) before requiring recharging. The actual amount can vary with the fight.

Secondary Weapon

Senbon (Shuriken) Needles: On the outside and when hidden, the Senbon look like thin specialized medical needles for acupuncture. When activated, the Senbon expand and become thicker for more damage and less chance of breaking. There are about 50 in a single batch. They are designed more for throwing but can become CQC weapons in a pinch when he holds them between his fingers and punches out.

Addition~ 30 of them are coated in anti-alchemy chemical, 10 are a paralyzing agent and the last 10 are sedatives (time varies based on subject).

Alchemy Specialization:

Electrical Manipulation- Ability to absorb, create, manipulate, focus and influence all electrical energy that he comes into contact with. Due to his unique connection to electrical impulses and signals, he can sense miniscule changes in the air and his surroundings.

Appearance: Cade wasn’t raised or designed for the AMRO’s line of work, and his figure reflects that. Standing at 5’10” in height, his muscles are just gaining the definition and strength from recent years of hard, relentless training since he was 19. At first glance he appears to be slender enough to be a common store clerk, online tech support or an intraining nurse for a locate clinic without any obviously special skills to add. Compared to his partner, he’s a bit of a willow stick to be honest. His skin seemed to be rarely touched by the sun so there’s no heavy tanning to it, giving him an indoor complexion and some color to prevent an ill appearance.

He wears prescription and rounded glasses since he is near-sighted without them. They cover his hazel grey eyes, filled with humanity and logic, seeming to examine people mentally without realizing it. His blond hair has dark roots but isn’t dyed, his bangs often cut short then combed over the top in a wave. Cade’s lower jaw sports a beard and goatee combination, keeping it trimmed to a light and notable stubble. There are no tattoos upon his skin despite what is seen in the image representation above. His tattoo, CLXXV, is the along the lower nook of his back at his waist.

Cade wears simple attire and usually around what many class as business casual, bordering between everyday apparel and business attire. This often includes a nice looking shirt with an overlapping sleeveless waist vest, the colors often greys or light earthen based, with V shape from the neck to the buttons. His pants are often pristine jeans or trousers with barely a crease in them. His shoes are geniune leather flat and while they might appear to be uncomfort to wear, the interior have been modified to support and allow movement for intense activities. He is often seen carrying his doctor’s leather bag.

Personality: Due to the fact my PC’s personalities aren’t ridge and tend to change, I’m listing the main features of Cade’s personality that are most notable upon a default day.

Logical: Cade might not be naturally a genius at birth, but he does have a high range of knowledge and the ability to catch onto things that appeal to him pretty fast at first. Through keeping the knowledge fresh and easily to recall requires some repetition and work through review, a point he manages to make time for daily. When faced with a problem that is difficult to solve, he determines the possible solutions available to him then tests each one to study the result and adapt.

Morals: Cade has a distinct sense of right and wrong, though it is often guided by his own faith in his heart. This often guides his manners and thoughts toward people on first impression, his heart later altering them based on what he learns and sees. He’s not afraid to admit himself wrong or imperfect though he does expect others to be as understanding as himself.

Passionate: Having grown up around a small clinic then helped within a small hospital, Cade has always been determined to be a doctor and often treats his patients as people, rather than merely a number taken daily. He goes through extreme measures to make the experience tolerable and without compromising the care, taking thorough care in the subjects he holds the most pride in. This also means the lost of a patient is a grievous thing for him, lasting from a few hours to days, since he strives greatly to ensure the casualties in his care are low.

Humanarian: Cade values human life above all else. His absolute last solution is to take any human being’s life unless it endangers another and there is no other way he can come up with to prevent more harm from being done. This trait is tied to the time before he was an Asylum, a fact he might retain and not becoming jaded by his Asylum career as a killer is yet to be seen. To him, death isn’t the first option through he will follow orders when pressed to. It doesn’t mean he’ll like it in the least.

History: Will show ICly.

Other:

Cade has both basic and advance knowledge in healing, often for severe wounds it's supplemented by his alchemy. This knowledge includes but isn’t limited to identifying key herbs, creating salves or poultices, setting (or rarely breaking) bones, identifying the issues, and even advance bandaging techniques.

Since he’s a registered physician despite his age, namely a private and personal one, Cade is able to get anything within his medical bag and is plausible for a doctor through customs. He often has everything he needs within, the bottom fixed with a specialized adhesive and when activated it won’t move from its spot. Cade can stick his bag almost anywhere for safe keeping then easily retrieve it thanks to his excellent memory.

Due to the fact it never fails in every mission for him to get covered in either gore, dirt or something nasty, Cade had made it a habit to bring along 1-2 additional set of clothes to change into afterwards. In addition to some cleaning agent to sterilize his hands should he need to do invasive surgery.