Hillan

The Men Of Tomorrow [Hillan x King Kindred]

"You made the mistake of coming after my friend, here. A mistake that has made me very angry.

"And you won't like him when he's angry." Julian said with a chuckle as the thug turned to Julian to hit him in the face again, only for a blast of energy erupted from the jammer on the billionaire's arm and in the next minute Julian's arm blocked the fist, the robotic strength far superior to the thug's own. Crushing the man's fist in his own, Julian grinned as the other thugs pulled up their arms against him, about to fire, spinning his would be torturer around, to block the shots, the man was hit by several bullets before they stopped firing. Julian didn't approve of people dying on his watch, but he did know that it could not be helped, after all.

Kieran swooped in to assist him, allowing him enough room to bust out of the chair he was tied to, his arm tearing through the metal with ease. As the thug hit the floor, Julian's arm let him know that the man was still alive, forcing Julian to crouch down next to him, bullets sizzling past him. "All right, lucky for you, this came out of our RnD development last month.." A syringe coming from under a panel in his arm, jamming the syringe into the man's chest, the ensyme within would speed up the man's healing factor by 10,000 percent, effectively healing him fully in a few minutes, afterwards the drug would wear out. Julian grinned as he saw the drug working, the wounds closing, forcing the bullets out as they did, the Thug coming back to conciousness, as Julian shook his head "Not getting off that easy" he spoke, his fist colliding with the man's skull, knocking him out cold.

Julian stood up, jerking his arm forward, the circular forcefield creating a shield for his torso, allowing him to withstand the gunfire while Kieran would battle the rest of the thugs. "Hey, Spectacular man!" Julian shouted, mocking the fact that the Kryptonian still did not have an alias. "You wanna hurry up? I'm running low on juice!" Jullian shouted, lobbing a glas shard around the corner, the shard bounced, breaking off a piece that change it's direction, the shard rolled on the wall in the curve and eventually found it's way to the target hitting a thug directly in the shoulder, forcing him to drop his gun, just like how Julian had calculated the throw.

Apex Comics: Brave New World

Summers-Matrix with all Summers brothers? I just might.

Fallout: The New World

All right. These are all fine. Accepted.

Fallout: The New World

| NAME: |

Aaron Ashworth

@Chronothesis

The sheet is good, I just don't feel like the sheet seems.. Designed for this particular setting? Like his character could just as well exist in the U.S and not in Japan. Maybe it's the lack of Backstory that's backfiring on me. He is sixteen, did he have time to travel through America before being sent to Japan? What was his credentials to join the NCR, did his father pay his trip to Japan? Elaborate on these things and I'll accept the sheet.

Fallout: The New World

<Snipped quote by Hillan>

Oh, I thought synth's could be created without DNA. o-o

@Chronothesis

Uh, pretty sure they can't, I might be wrong, haha. I know they're created to replicate humans, anyway, so they would still have 'human' flaws.

Fallout: The New World

| NAME: |

Xafina

@CloseEnough

I certainly like the idea, I fail to see any application for the character in the game, though. I don't think anyone would let Xafine and her Deathclaw anywhere near them, instead shoot first and ask questions later. Beyond that, call it a pet-peeve of mine, but I am not a fan of blind characters as I find the novelty of their condition runs out over the course of a story. For alterations, I'd suggest you give her a different companion, something that would not alienate her from the plot, and consider getting rid of the blindness.

Other points I have are regarding to her equipment, why would she have a deathclaw gauntlet if she does not have any combat skills? The Deathclaw gauntlet is after all a powerful weapon akin to a power fist, nothing someone who isn't trained in using should use, maybe a simpler, less exotic weapon is in place.

And I understand that you're Dyslexic, but make sure you look over your work a couple of times before you post it, I find that proofreading works wonders, even if it is OK not to catch every mistake, I too miss plenty of mistakes in my own writing.

Fallout: The New World

For starters, you broke the coding, haha.

Fallout: The New World

| NAME: |

Angelo Ortega

@Jangel13

Accepted.

@Chronothesis The synth would have matching weaknesses to the human it was modeled after. They are created to replicate and replace humans after all, he would have needed a 'base'. DNA to be created after. Besides, you said that he wasn't programmed to know how to fight, or to be aggressive, that's a weakness / limitation. Any weakness a human could have a synth would, too.

VIGILANCE: Dissidents

The smell of rotting flesh and the smell of iron from the blood of the victims filled the air to such a degree that Jason too felt it. He shrugged as he spoke "So, you gonna finis that?" His joke was met with a equally snarky remark from the Dhampyr. Jason stood at the entrance to the room, looking around, the rune on his neck pulsating ever faster. "It's nest, sure.." He spoke, clearly not paying enough attention to what Charlie was saying, instead using his flashlight to look over the surroundings, the walls were painted with blood, whatever it was that had killed these people sure had a knack for making it as messy as possible.

"Not exactly sanitary." Jason spoke, as Charlie discovered the peculiar rock, lifting it up and putting her ear to it she let him know it was in fact an egg. "So.. Do we make an omelette?" Feeling his rune pulsate with ever so more power, Jason was alerted just in time to duck down from where he stood as a razor sharp scale came towards him, the size of a sawblade, hitting the stone wall behind him, penetrating it and getting several inches deep into said wall, slicing a few strands of hair from his head, with a sound similar to the crack of a bullwhip and a flash of crimson light, Jason appeared next to Charlie, his knife in hand, the seven inch blade's inscriptions glowing.

The slender spherical being with clawed arms rushed down from the ceiling in the other room, appearing in front of the two, where Jason had been earlier. Moving as quickly as a spider, yet in a way reminiscent of a snake. It opened it's mouth and hissed at the two, probably cursing the two hunters, glaring at Charlie. "You know, I somehow think it's mad at you.." Twirling the knife in his hand. He began running towards the serpent, vanishing and appearing above it, jamming the blade into it's torso, and quickly pulling the serrated blade out, causing dark liquid to poor out of the dragon as it cried in pain, before side-swiping Jason with the back of it's arm, the fins on it's arms expanded into wing like things, like a shield, hitting the hunter and sending him into the air, where he vanished only to appear next to Charlie again, knife in hand.

"This is when you shoot it!" he shouted, his breath a little heavy, the taste of iron in his mouth from the hit he took.

VIGILANCE: Dissidents

Jason was waving the flashlight back and forth in the tunnels of the sewers, partly because he wanted to be aware of his surroundings - not that he was scared, or anything. The damp air bothered him more than the stench did, when you had spent as many days in a stable as he had your nostils just kind of turned off to this kind of smell. But the moisture in the air and the cold of the tunnel did bother him, pulling his motorcycle jacket closer over his shoulder, the baseball T under the jacket wasn't exactly warm - it was surface wear. His black urban camoflague trouser with leather combat boots protected him well enough.

As he swayed his hand, the light would shine upon Charlie, she didn't appreciate it - which only made him sway his hand towards her more often. She hissed at him, he grinned. "Come on, don't bite my neck off." he teased, following his partner. As Charlie mentioned gutting Archie, Jason scoffed, patting his side, the remodeled gun holster he used to carry the enchanted combat knife that was his weapon of choice. his boots had gotten wet from the sewage water, making him let out a annoyed sigh.

"You picking up anyth- All right then, lead on." Jason spoke as Charlie cut him off by picking up a scent, he had his talents, but when it didn't involve running away or hitting someone, he was convinced that the girl he partnered with had the better set of powers. The rune inscribed onto his neck began pulsating lightly, like the beat of his heart, and as they traveresed closer to the scent Charlie had picked up, the rune started beating quicker on his neck, letting out a ultraviolet glow. "Yep, definately here." Jason spoke, putting his hand into his jacket, his fingers gripping tightly on the handle of the bayonet, the weapon's inscriptions on the side of the blade began glowing inside of it's sheath at his touch.