Hillan

Justice League Unlimited

Gonna go ahead and add another Alien / Metahuman into the mix.

Humanity's Last Army

I am interested. Hit me up if spots become available.

Angel at my Side, Demon at my Back (Hillan and Lord Wraith)

T H O M A S C A M P B E L L:

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^{Thursday, May 25TH - 22:41 PM | The Narrows - New Lilith}

A Thursday night, one the youth of New Lilith spent studying for their next final at the Grimm University, or drinking in the company of good friends. That is however not where one would find the twenty-three year old Native of Longhorn City. Thomas Campbell had something in common with the less socially skilled of the young ones - he spent his night glued to his computer screen with his headset on. Unlike his peers, however, he did not spend his night playing video games, watching Youtube, or even porn. He spent his night watching security footage, and listening to the police scanner, trying to pick up on anything he could. He was watching security footage from a grocery store robbery that had happened the night before - while the Behemoth was robbing New Lilith First National bank.

The Grocery store's clerk, Gary Smith, a man from the same Neighbourhood as Thomas here in New Lilith, The Narrows. Had tried to fight off the robber, and gotten a gunshot to the chest to show for it. He was in critical condition at New Lilith General Hospital, the same one Thomas's mother was in, he was going to see her today, but he was too busy with this Grocery Store robbery, this was the fifth in two weeks, the guy on the security footage matched the one on all of the other tapes, 6'3, burly build, olive skin and a two snakes tattoo'd on his left forearm, his shirt pulled up to reveal it. That, and the 9mm Beretta Pistol he used was the same in all of the robberies. It was sloppy, at best. Damn right stupid at worst. This was work a rookie police detective should be able to solve, but, this was New Lilith, and it was only happening in the Narrows, no one in the Police Department cares what happens to three poor innocent people in the Narrows, they never had for the ten years Thomas had lived here.

The police scanner picked something out.

"A Code 64 on Third and Jefferson, One injured with a gunshot, one suspect heading east on foot. Available units can check it out if you have the time." The cops never had the time to head down here. Not now, not ever.

It was just a couple of blocks away, and it could very well be Thomas's Man. He stood up from his chair at the desk, and turned around, the light from the computer screen reflecting off of the two massive silhouettes coming from the man's back. Walking to his closet, he grabbed his gear, the bulletproof vest with the etched out POLICE marking, his black leather jacket, his leather gloves with reinforced knuckles and fingers. Putting the rock-salt loaded shotgun in his leg holster, securing it with the leather strap. He pulled the hood over his blond hair and flexed the wings on his back, heading out towards his balcony on the top floor. He was faster than any Police Cruiser, and you couldn't outrun him on the ground - for he controlled the skies.

He was Angel, and he lived up to name.

One Piece: Brave New World

@Hillan Wait, is the ship called the Marina or the Marinara? Because you've used both in successive posts.

@BCTheEntity

It's what's in the OP. I'm just a bit of an idiot.

One Piece: Brave New World

Right, I want you all to know I'm still alive and interested and hopefully have a slot. I just happened to get absolutely steamrolled by finals, which kind of demanded my whole attention this past week and change what with me leaving a bunch of final papers for the last second. Should be cleared up now, was trying to write a new character which I'll get to.

@Zero Hex

No worries!

One Piece: Brave New World

Soon the Scrapyard Pirate ship was close enough, the vessel was one of their larger ones, but not one of their warships. That was what Ax figured, anyway. He had read every report the Marines had on the Scrapyard Pirates, not that there was a whole lot of those, as their leaders were all shrouded in mystery, even from the Marines. No scout whom had tussled with their higher ups had ever made it to a safe place to write a report. Ax was looking stoic as the cannon balls hit their hull, the ship's hull surely was durable enough, and the helmsmen were all skilled at maneuvering the Marinara. Frejya came up next to him, pointing out that the Scrapyard pirates surely weren't very smart. The cannons fired on their own vessel, the volleys meeting in the air, their cannons did all but nothing to the Pirate vessel. Ax shook his head, as he walked over to one of the cannon-men and grabbed one of the cannonballs, his hand being coated in his black haki as he put his foot up on the railing, taking aim.

With a enough force to make the entire Marinara to quake, Ax threw the haki-covered cannonball as hard as he could. The ball created a luft pressure wave around it as it soared through the air at the Scrapyard ship, hitting it's second mast, blowing part of it away, cheers rang out from members of the G5, but Ax didn't have any of it. "Focus." Was all he said, as the Scrapyard ship's engines roared loud enough for the G5 to hear it, and the ship moved faster towards them.

"They're gonna ram a Marine Warship? That's an interesting strategy..." Equal parts amused as concerned.

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I'm fucking obsessed with these filters

Hiiii

@TheTwistedOne

Your tits are OK, I guess.

One Piece: Brave New World

@Spanner@Prewiga@Zero Hex So we're just waiting on these guys to post, I think. Zero Hex in particular, who hasn't even put up his character sheet yet.

@BCTheEntity

Prewiga has dropped.

I'm posting for Colt today.

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n00ds

One Piece: Brave New World

The New World

To many, the New World is the goal, the place where your every desire will be met, where all of your hard work will finally pay off, and it's the sea that will make all of your struggles worth it. It's where you will be rewarded with wealth, treasure and renown unmatched by any other place in the world. The greatest adventure anyone has ever been on, and the place to find your way into the history books.

That is, for the strong, the fearless, the savage and the mighty. For the rest, it's a sea full of nightmares, where everyday is a battle for your every breath and each meal might be your last. This is where the Marine Base, G5 is, the first – and last line of defense from the pirates. It's a position that is viewed with just as much dignity as it is pity, the men and women here have some of the hardest jobs in the entire Marine organization, which is commendable. But, the base also has a reputation for being filled with deplorables whom are barely any better than the pirates they hunt.

Our story begins with the Warship of the third class, “Mirana”, a Marine vessel, a somewhat sizable Man O' War, for a Third Class Warship, but no giant, either. 100 men strong, and commanded by Vice Admiral Freyja, sailing on the seas of the New World. The Second Patrol of the G5 base. The crew was keeping their spirits high while everyone is working on their chores, cleaning the decks, moving cargo, making repairs after their last battle with some low-life pirates, or tending (or perhaps torturing) the prisoners from the previously mentioned battle. The seas seemed easy, and the outlook on the assignment ahead of them seemed likewise.

Their mission was to head to the Little Lagoon Island, and escort a government official, of no real influence, so not a very likely target for attack, but, of course, this is the New World, where you should expect the unexpected. The official was to be escorted from Little Lagoon to the larger island of Loetown, one of the World Government outposts in the new world, and one of the fewthat had a direct seatrain connection to Marineford.

En Route to Lagoon Town, The Quartermaster sat in his quarters, marking some papers, new deliveries, that sort of thing, busywork that the old warrior hardly found interesting, yet, it beat being shot at – not that it would take very long before that would change on these waters, Little Lagoon was in Scrapyard Territory, and while the Scrapyard pirates were savages, they stayed out of Marine business unless provoked, and a lone Warship was hardly worth the bloodshed for the servants of the Emperor.

That was what Commodore Colt prayed for, anyway. He finished his documents, and let out a loud sigh. “I need a drink.” And with that, he made his way towards the mess hall, his tank top revealing many scars on his massive torso, while he pulled his coat from the chair he had been sitting on. For a all but Legendary Marine, Colt hardly looked the part, with his scruffy beard, tank top, his not-washed-this-side-of-two-decades Marine cap, and his torn and dirty shorts hanging down to his knees, combined with his combat boots, he looked more like a homeless man than a well esteemed warrior and leader.

With a loud cough, he made his way to the mess hall, to engage the loonies of the second Patrol, they had a load of different characters on board, some were easy to like, some were hard not to hate, others might fit with the high society of the Marines, and others might as well been throw in the brig with the Pirates they had captured.

Making his way to the mess hall, he got a cup of warm coffee and before he could enjoy his first drink of the day, sounds much like a thunderclap were heard and the boat quaked, making him spill the coffee onto his torso, a high pitched shriek escaped the large man, whom started blowing hysterically at the very warm spot on his torso, only to soon look around and see the other Marines looking at him, he put a cool demeanor on and simply exclaimed.

“That was warmer than I thought. What was that quake, anyway?” Diverting attention from his little mishap.

“Ship at 12 O' clock.” One of his Seamen informed him.
“But it's barely past the break of Dawn!” Ax joked, only to be met with a few semi-forced chuckles from his fellow Marines.
“Very funny, sir.” The Marine assured him.

“Go inform Freyja of the ship, rest of you, get your asses off the seats, and get ready for a fight, just in case. This is Scrap Country, after all.”

Some responded with “Yes, Sir.” While others chimed in with something akin to “Okiedokie, Bossman.” The G5 was a cesspool, for sure, but they did know better than to question the orders of the Commanding Officers, even if one of them was a former prisoner, and the other was spending her entire commission on gambling.