Aweena said
I'm reading through the three IC posts so far. The three of you (Jazzy, Lo Pellegrino and Jazzy) are quite good at writing. It sort of makes me hate you all.
I'm so good I'm two people.
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Mr Allen J said
Nah, the real scrub is in your mirrors!
I mean, I scrub them often to keep them clean, but that doesnt mean they're actually scrubs themselves. I cant use a mirror as a cleaning product.
Basic Information
Name: Matthew Evans/Detmer
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Matt, Big 5 Alias is "Prodigy"
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'2
Weight: 169
Faction: Big 5 in the Skulls.
Appearance
Hair Color: Auburn brown
Eye Color: Blue.
Ethnicity: Caucasian American.
Physical Appearance:
Matthew is tall and lean, built like a runner. He is fit, and has sinewy muscle all over his body. He is far from muscular, but he’s not a walking fishbone either. Matt is a very good looking and sharp indivual. His facial features are squared, and neat, with his head having an oblong shape. Not one facial feature looks disportionate to the rest of his face. He has a sharp jawline, and a chin that blends into it very smoothly. He has a medium-sized mouth with thin lips. His nose is rather streamlined, and small, his nostrils are small and his nose bridge is only slightly thinner than the rest of his nose. He has small, piercing eyes, that stare longingly into your soul. He has large, rounded ears, that point outward slightly. With his forehead being large, half the size of his face. Because of his ability to heal with his current power, he has no scars or visible blemishes on his body. Which gives him absolutely zero street credit, forcing him to have to actually deal with people from time to time who approach him out of turn instead of staring them down (I mean, he does that too, but some douchefags don’t get the damn hint).
Attire: Jeans, running shoes, a maroon long sleeve T-shirt and a beanie. Easy.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality: Matt gives no fucks, although in a somewhat classier way that what some may think. Rather than doing things for sheer fun, he does things to get the rise out of people to give him an emotional advantage. He tends to be an okay guy to be around if he doesnt have a reason to push you though. Coming from a gang, Matthew has learned a lot about people and tries to not to count on anybody over himself. He's a strong believer in "If you want it done right, do it yourself."
Growing up was tough for him, and he learned to savor the bonds he makes and to very carefully choose whom you make the bonds with. He has recently become the leader of one of the most powerful gangs in the world, and he’s going to have to keep that title. His appearance might be handsome and clean because of his ability to heal, but his mind is littered with scars of things he has had to do in the past in order to stay alive and earn his keep. He has killed people, and he deeply regrets it.
Hobbies/Interests: What do I do for fun? Your mother.
Skills/Talents: Screwing every ones mothers, free running when needed, shutting people up, etc. He’s extremely able in combat, and is experienced in fighting other meta humans on the streets, where there are no rules.
Prized Possession: Watch his adopted sister gave him.
Quote(s):
“If you think you’re a badass, or rough and tough and hardened then you’re not half the shit you think you are.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck me gently.”
“I will touch everything and you can’t stop me.”
“If you touch my necklace I will shove my foot so far up your ass the sweat on my knee will quench your thirst.”
History/Bio:
TBA
Family:
Mom: ??? (Most likely deceased)
Dad: ??? (Most likely deceased)
Kylie Evans: Stepsister. I love her to death.
Relationships
Relationships:
Kylie | Awesome | Sister and Equal | “It’s the first time in my life I’m able to be seen as not only a brother, but also an equal and friend of my sister. I look up to her so much, and I love her to death, so this is big for me.”
Skeleton | Good | Boss and friend(?) | “Head hancho. He’s got a ten foot pole up his ass, but whatever. He made me an enforcer. Those are some cool points to me.”
Abilities
Power Rating: V
Power Class General: Power/Elemental
Power Class Potential: Elemental, Chemical, Cerebral, Cosmic, Energy, Anatomical/Biological, Spatial, Power, Super System and Other
Current: Power, Super System, Anatomical/Biological
Power:
General:
Matthew is an extremely powerful meta human, who has Omnikinesis, and a near Complete Arsenal as his power. Matthew, given the training, time, and resources, can learn to manipulate just about anything in existence. He is able to shift between different powers based on sources of said power. Say he also had the ability to control fire. He would be able to switch between those two powers at will by absorbing their source. For electricity, he would stuff a paperclip in a power socket to charge himself up. He also has the ability to use other meta human's abilities as sources of power. If someone were shooting electricity at him, he would be able to absorb said electricity as a source. If another meta human was using fire, he would be able to reach over and absorb some of their fire to charge his ability. Matt also has power anchoring built in to his power set (mainly to give Allen the middle finger), making his ability uncopyable, hard to weaken though non physical means, and impossible to be altered with permanently.
Current Power(s):
Matthew currently has self taught himself Biokinesis. Not the kind that manipulates other’s biology, but more of his own mass. This power allows him incredible feats of physical prowess, allowing him run up walls, launching himself much father than what a normal human, or surround himself with a biological suit of armor, superhuman physical capabilities. He can also manipulate his biological mass to form claws, blades, clubs, etc. This power can also grant him incredible regenerative abilities. He actually generated this power and got ideas for applications from a video game.
Matthew has also gained the ability to control Electricity, and after developing the power for a few months has gained the ability to use it effectively enough to make it considered a weapon. Electricity is a fun one. He has the ability to run very VERY fast in this form, becoming a human lightning bolt if you will. Electricity crackles off him and his body will vibrate into a fuzzy shape of a human for a few milliseconds at times. This power, while not physically powerful like Biokinesis, is as I have mentioned very fast. He is very hard to keep track of and his attacks move at a much faster rate, striking more with quantity than quality. His physical attacks are either shooting lower voltage bolts of electricity (Not enough to kill you but will knock you out after a few shots) or attacking with his brass knuckles. Metal conducts electricity, so it’s REALLY going to hurt. When in water he will fizzle and charge. While this wont hurt him, it will hurt everyone in his general area that is wet. Including his friends. He can also ‘short circuit’ himself if he overuses the same attack too much in a given time. He also becomes completely immune to electricity in this form.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:
Matthew, despite having such a godly power, has learned just about nothing about it. So there's that. He has also not unlocked the potential to store more than one power at a time, because of this, if he wants to learn to control a new power, he must give up his current one. His powers also run off a charge system and must have a source for their power. Currently his biological manipulation runs off of all kinds of sources, but they must have come from once living, or living things in order to recharge. Per say he must become a glutton for food, or other beings, living or non-living. He can absorb energy as a substitute, but pure energy is neigh impossible to come by. However, he can suck healing energy from meta humans capable of healing others and use their energy as fuel, like a vampire. But this tends to leave them more vulnerable. Constant regeneration will also cause later problems such as organ failure, cramps, etc. Things he can recover from eventually (by slower, less drastic application of his healing power), but things that will put him out of a fight. When using electrokinesis, Matt looses the ability of accelerated healing all together. While he might be able to throw one hell of a punch and dodge most physical attacks, he has the durability of a normal human and for most meta humans, that only requires one shot. Overall, while his power potential is vast, he lacks the ability to control some things; most of these things are gas at room temperature, darkness, antimatter, light, etc. Mostly intangible things. He does have the ability to learn to manipulate light though. Every change Matt makes uses up some of his ‘charge’. Everything Matthew does is mentally driven, and splitting his concentration up can cause him to stutter in his efforts or stop him completely. It can also cause him to use up his charge faster. He is also limited to three power changes within a day. His power can also overheat if he uses it too much, and continual overheating can lead to ashing. If Matt overheats, he is left powerless for a time. The duration of the over heat can vary depending on how often he has overheated in the past. It usually starts off at base an hour's wait before his power returns.
Other: Matthew can learn or get ideas to manipulate things from just about any source, whether it be TV shows, movies, video games, or comic books. The powers won't necessarily be as powerful as they are displayed, but he can try. Drives a custom, solid black Harley Davidson V-Rod. It’s a terrifying Bike.
Name: Matthew Evans/Detmer
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Matt, Big 5 Alias is "Prodigy"
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'2
Weight: 169
Faction: Big 5 in the Skulls.
Appearance
Hair Color: Auburn brown
Eye Color: Blue.
Ethnicity: Caucasian American.
Physical Appearance:
Matthew is tall and lean, built like a runner. He is fit, and has sinewy muscle all over his body. He is far from muscular, but he’s not a walking fishbone either. Matt is a very good looking and sharp indivual. His facial features are squared, and neat, with his head having an oblong shape. Not one facial feature looks disportionate to the rest of his face. He has a sharp jawline, and a chin that blends into it very smoothly. He has a medium-sized mouth with thin lips. His nose is rather streamlined, and small, his nostrils are small and his nose bridge is only slightly thinner than the rest of his nose. He has small, piercing eyes, that stare longingly into your soul. He has large, rounded ears, that point outward slightly. With his forehead being large, half the size of his face. Because of his ability to heal with his current power, he has no scars or visible blemishes on his body. Which gives him absolutely zero street credit, forcing him to have to actually deal with people from time to time who approach him out of turn instead of staring them down (I mean, he does that too, but some douchefags don’t get the damn hint).
Attire: Jeans, running shoes, a maroon long sleeve T-shirt and a beanie. Easy.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality: Matt gives no fucks, although in a somewhat classier way that what some may think. Rather than doing things for sheer fun, he does things to get the rise out of people to give him an emotional advantage. He tends to be an okay guy to be around if he doesnt have a reason to push you though. Coming from a gang, Matthew has learned a lot about people and tries to not to count on anybody over himself. He's a strong believer in "If you want it done right, do it yourself."
Growing up was tough for him, and he learned to savor the bonds he makes and to very carefully choose whom you make the bonds with. He has recently become the leader of one of the most powerful gangs in the world, and he’s going to have to keep that title. His appearance might be handsome and clean because of his ability to heal, but his mind is littered with scars of things he has had to do in the past in order to stay alive and earn his keep. He has killed people, and he deeply regrets it.
Hobbies/Interests: What do I do for fun? Your mother.
Skills/Talents: Screwing every ones mothers, free running when needed, shutting people up, etc. He’s extremely able in combat, and is experienced in fighting other meta humans on the streets, where there are no rules.
Prized Possession: Watch his adopted sister gave him.
Quote(s):
“If you think you’re a badass, or rough and tough and hardened then you’re not half the shit you think you are.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck me gently.”
“I will touch everything and you can’t stop me.”
“If you touch my necklace I will shove my foot so far up your ass the sweat on my knee will quench your thirst.”
History/Bio:
TBA
Family:
Mom: ??? (Most likely deceased)
Dad: ??? (Most likely deceased)
Kylie Evans: Stepsister. I love her to death.
Relationships
Relationships:
Kylie | Awesome | Sister and Equal | “It’s the first time in my life I’m able to be seen as not only a brother, but also an equal and friend of my sister. I look up to her so much, and I love her to death, so this is big for me.”
Skeleton | Good | Boss and friend(?) | “Head hancho. He’s got a ten foot pole up his ass, but whatever. He made me an enforcer. Those are some cool points to me.”
Abilities
Power Rating: V
Power Class General: Power/Elemental
Power Class Potential: Elemental, Chemical, Cerebral, Cosmic, Energy, Anatomical/Biological, Spatial, Power, Super System and Other
Current: Power, Super System, Anatomical/Biological
Power:
General:
Matthew is an extremely powerful meta human, who has Omnikinesis, and a near Complete Arsenal as his power. Matthew, given the training, time, and resources, can learn to manipulate just about anything in existence. He is able to shift between different powers based on sources of said power. Say he also had the ability to control fire. He would be able to switch between those two powers at will by absorbing their source. For electricity, he would stuff a paperclip in a power socket to charge himself up. He also has the ability to use other meta human's abilities as sources of power. If someone were shooting electricity at him, he would be able to absorb said electricity as a source. If another meta human was using fire, he would be able to reach over and absorb some of their fire to charge his ability. Matt also has power anchoring built in to his power set (mainly to give Allen the middle finger), making his ability uncopyable, hard to weaken though non physical means, and impossible to be altered with permanently.
Current Power(s):
Matthew currently has self taught himself Biokinesis. Not the kind that manipulates other’s biology, but more of his own mass. This power allows him incredible feats of physical prowess, allowing him run up walls, launching himself much father than what a normal human, or surround himself with a biological suit of armor, superhuman physical capabilities. He can also manipulate his biological mass to form claws, blades, clubs, etc. This power can also grant him incredible regenerative abilities. He actually generated this power and got ideas for applications from a video game.
Matthew has also gained the ability to control Electricity, and after developing the power for a few months has gained the ability to use it effectively enough to make it considered a weapon. Electricity is a fun one. He has the ability to run very VERY fast in this form, becoming a human lightning bolt if you will. Electricity crackles off him and his body will vibrate into a fuzzy shape of a human for a few milliseconds at times. This power, while not physically powerful like Biokinesis, is as I have mentioned very fast. He is very hard to keep track of and his attacks move at a much faster rate, striking more with quantity than quality. His physical attacks are either shooting lower voltage bolts of electricity (Not enough to kill you but will knock you out after a few shots) or attacking with his brass knuckles. Metal conducts electricity, so it’s REALLY going to hurt. When in water he will fizzle and charge. While this wont hurt him, it will hurt everyone in his general area that is wet. Including his friends. He can also ‘short circuit’ himself if he overuses the same attack too much in a given time. He also becomes completely immune to electricity in this form.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:
Matthew, despite having such a godly power, has learned just about nothing about it. So there's that. He has also not unlocked the potential to store more than one power at a time, because of this, if he wants to learn to control a new power, he must give up his current one. His powers also run off a charge system and must have a source for their power. Currently his biological manipulation runs off of all kinds of sources, but they must have come from once living, or living things in order to recharge. Per say he must become a glutton for food, or other beings, living or non-living. He can absorb energy as a substitute, but pure energy is neigh impossible to come by. However, he can suck healing energy from meta humans capable of healing others and use their energy as fuel, like a vampire. But this tends to leave them more vulnerable. Constant regeneration will also cause later problems such as organ failure, cramps, etc. Things he can recover from eventually (by slower, less drastic application of his healing power), but things that will put him out of a fight. When using electrokinesis, Matt looses the ability of accelerated healing all together. While he might be able to throw one hell of a punch and dodge most physical attacks, he has the durability of a normal human and for most meta humans, that only requires one shot. Overall, while his power potential is vast, he lacks the ability to control some things; most of these things are gas at room temperature, darkness, antimatter, light, etc. Mostly intangible things. He does have the ability to learn to manipulate light though. Every change Matt makes uses up some of his ‘charge’. Everything Matthew does is mentally driven, and splitting his concentration up can cause him to stutter in his efforts or stop him completely. It can also cause him to use up his charge faster. He is also limited to three power changes within a day. His power can also overheat if he uses it too much, and continual overheating can lead to ashing. If Matt overheats, he is left powerless for a time. The duration of the over heat can vary depending on how often he has overheated in the past. It usually starts off at base an hour's wait before his power returns.
Other: Matthew can learn or get ideas to manipulate things from just about any source, whether it be TV shows, movies, video games, or comic books. The powers won't necessarily be as powerful as they are displayed, but he can try. Drives a custom, solid black Harley Davidson V-Rod. It’s a terrifying Bike.
Name: Nicole Predi
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Byte
Gender: Female.
Age: 25
Height: 5’8
Weight: 138
Faction: Fuck your factions.
Appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Blue.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Physical Appearance:
Byte is a very beautiful young woman, much more attractive than what most would think for her lifestyle half the time. She has no real visible blemishes on her body, save for a few scars on her hands and on her chin, and for what looks to be a scar from a bullet that skimmed her right arm. She has long dark brown hair that reached to the bottom of her shoulder blades, which is more often than not tied into a fishtail braid. She also has bands that go just below her eyebrows. Byte has a triangular shaped body, with hips slightly wider than her chest. Her breasts are nothing super impressive, but are a respectable 36B. Her height works against her chest size. Byte’s height is due to her relatively long legs, which make her taller than the average girl. Byte’s has a thin heart shaped face, with full lips and a small nose. She has almond shaped, blue eyes that are an average distance apart with a normal sized forehead. This is a good way to imagine her appearance if my description was bad. Her body is fairly toned and strong, especially her arms, as he has built up enough muscle to resist the kickback of the guns she fires. She’s not overly muscular, but she does have some girl power to her.
Attire: Byte here wears mainly cargo pants and a brown or black tank top, with some combat boots and fingerless gloves. Around her neck is a necklace she made herself. It’s just a simple leather strip that she tied together at the end with a USB at the end of it. She uses this USB for jobs with Rush and Ray. She has two .5 Caliber Desert Eagles strapped to her hips at all times. One of which has an extended clip built by Rush for her, the other has a tactical light. More often than not she’ll have a headset around her heck of on her head, and a pair of sunglasses that she normally hooks onto her belt. Her headset can function as either a sound suppressor for when she’s shooting, or for radio, as one of it’s cables hooks up to a radio strapped to her wrist near her guns. She also tends to carry a Taser in one of her pants pockets, and there is a throwing knife in both of her socks. She’s no good at throwing them, but hey, she’s got the option.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality: Incredibly powerful and adept technomind capable of understanding, designing, creating, and hacking any form of software or hardware, and has limited control over non electrical hardware such as guns, door locks, etc. Extremely intelligent, far beyond what any would consider a normal human (she scored over perfect on the SAT by figuring out the pattern of prime numbers, people are still scratching their heads on that one). Despite this she is still a twenty five year old woman with spunk and has a short temper. Coupled with the fact that she’s very attractive (she’s very aware of this fact) she often gets pissed off easily and if not for the rest of her group she’s probably be in jail for shooting up a bar. Some would almost consider her sociopathic based on how willing she is to put a bullet in a person’s brain if they become useless. Has a gun fetish. She’s big into overkill. She defines herself as the unofficial leader of the little hacker group and often refers to the other three as her butt monkeys. Despite wanting (and threatening, and maybe even shooting near them) to kill the group half the time, she does give half a fuck about them and would probably be slightly distraught if one of them got hurt.
Hobbies/Interests: Put clothing pins in Rush’s dick.
Skills/Talents: Extremely smart, excellent shot, and one hell of a hacker. Has dirt on literally everyone. Excellent at drinking games.
Prized Possession: “WHO TOUCHED MY GUN?”
Quote(s):
“Rush thinks I have three tits. I’m as confused as you are.”
“Please stop looking at me as if I’m a piece of meat, or I will turn you into one.”
“Hey man, I’m perfectly fine with you bringing Ray along. As long as he doesn’t touch my food he’s just like a big retarded house cat.”
History/Bio:
Byte’s always grown up a bit of an odd and rebellious one. She’s always been good at making money is unethical ways, so as soon as she turned 18 her parents pretty much kicked her out. Byte, for a very long time, has known about her power and immediately put it to use. How? CRAIGSLIST THAT’S HOW!
That means she tracked down a randomly chosen user’s IP, then proceeded to track down the information linked to that IP, and then pretty much take their life savings while transferring it to an ATM in the city (a different one every time to keep the police from catching on). It was like winning the lottery except the opposite. Her story in being a hired gunman began in a bar after she won a drinking game with a person who held their alcohol especially well. After getting drunk and earning some extra money, she nearly got raped. Not that she really remembers any of this. She was pretty much black out drunk at the time. All she remembers was waking up in a room with a not stuck to her forehead that said ‘Nice shooting’ with a number stuck to it. After some back tracing she was able to bring herself to call. This is where her gun fetish began, and her story as a sniper continues to this day in her spare time. She does clean work, quick, silent, and leaves no trace. Just like everything she does. She makes it look like an accident. She’s made a few mistakes like any human, nearly got shot in a police chase, the bullet skinning off of her arm, but she wasn’t caught, and no one has seen her face. So as far the police, and her, are concerned, the case is still under investigation.
She met Rush and Ray on Piratebay’s offshore site. She was hired to work with Rush by Piratebay to design a firewall for some of their offshore databases. They did clean work, faster than she could do alone, and using this she tracked Rush down and after some convincing via email they met on some middle ground and established a little hub of their own to make some cash. Rush brought Ray along for some hired muscle. As long as he “[...]doesn’t touch her food,” he was all good to her.
Family:
Two estranged parents!
Relationships
Relationships:
Rush | Good | Partner in crime/Friend/Buttmonkey | “I stick a pin in his dick once. He’s still puts up with me and I haven’t had the urge to kill him once yet!”
Ray | Good | Retarded Housecat/Buttmonkey | “Sometimes you need a leg breaker when you don’t feel like shooting out someone’s kneecaps.”
Abilities
Power Class: Cerebral, Other
Power:
Byte is essentially the ctOS network from Watch_Dogs, except a person. She is capable of separating herself from her body and essentially hacking into just about anything electronic in existence. She can take all of your money, watch every move you make from cameras, change traffic lights, raise bridges, etc, making her incredibly dangerous in a city environment. In stressful situations, she can trigger huge blackouts that knock out the lights and let the world fall into total darkness. She’s incredible support for her allies and living hell for her enemies. Essentially, she will change traffic lights upon request for allies who are in a car chase to all green as soon as they’re though and cause a sixteen car pile up to either block or crush their pursuers. She is also able to monitor the city and work from home. Due to her ability to separate herself from her body, she can insert herself into her allies phones or into her USB for work away from home while still staying at home. If Rush or Ray want her to do something discretely they can shove her USB into a computer and go do whatever they need to do and then pick her up later. She’s great for providing support to her allies in situations like these and giving them advantages that their opponents don’t have. She is also capable of manipulating non electronic devices, but not nearly as well as Rush is. She might be able to manipulate a lock unto being unlocked or locked, but she isn’t able to jam a gun at will.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Whenever she separates herself from her body, her body pretty much falls unconscious. So she’s very weak in these situations. She is capable of using this to her advantage by smearing blood on herself and then exiting her body. Makes for a great corpse impersonation, but this usually has more downsides than it does upsides in most situations. She’s also not immune to her own power outages and can pretty much do nothing more than wait for it to come back online. If she is shut down, or if her USB or whatever she is in during transport is smashed while she’s in it, she won’t be killed, but she will wake up gasping in shock after she literally experienced death without actually dying, and will lock herself into her room for a while and play Scribblenauts or other assorted feel good games and will be unable to use her power for a few days. Whether she won’t or is unable to use her power she will not disclose, as she really doesn’t speak to anyone during this time. If her body is killed with her in it, she dies. If her body is killed while she is not in it, her consciousness will exist as a computer program until she gets shut down again. After this, she’s basically a normal human in terms of strength and healing ability.
Other: She doesn’t trust banks and therefore keeps all of her money under her mattress. Drives a Volkswagon Passat.
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Byte
Gender: Female.
Age: 25
Height: 5’8
Weight: 138
Faction: Fuck your factions.
Appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Blue.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Physical Appearance:
Byte is a very beautiful young woman, much more attractive than what most would think for her lifestyle half the time. She has no real visible blemishes on her body, save for a few scars on her hands and on her chin, and for what looks to be a scar from a bullet that skimmed her right arm. She has long dark brown hair that reached to the bottom of her shoulder blades, which is more often than not tied into a fishtail braid. She also has bands that go just below her eyebrows. Byte has a triangular shaped body, with hips slightly wider than her chest. Her breasts are nothing super impressive, but are a respectable 36B. Her height works against her chest size. Byte’s height is due to her relatively long legs, which make her taller than the average girl. Byte’s has a thin heart shaped face, with full lips and a small nose. She has almond shaped, blue eyes that are an average distance apart with a normal sized forehead. This is a good way to imagine her appearance if my description was bad. Her body is fairly toned and strong, especially her arms, as he has built up enough muscle to resist the kickback of the guns she fires. She’s not overly muscular, but she does have some girl power to her.
Attire: Byte here wears mainly cargo pants and a brown or black tank top, with some combat boots and fingerless gloves. Around her neck is a necklace she made herself. It’s just a simple leather strip that she tied together at the end with a USB at the end of it. She uses this USB for jobs with Rush and Ray. She has two .5 Caliber Desert Eagles strapped to her hips at all times. One of which has an extended clip built by Rush for her, the other has a tactical light. More often than not she’ll have a headset around her heck of on her head, and a pair of sunglasses that she normally hooks onto her belt. Her headset can function as either a sound suppressor for when she’s shooting, or for radio, as one of it’s cables hooks up to a radio strapped to her wrist near her guns. She also tends to carry a Taser in one of her pants pockets, and there is a throwing knife in both of her socks. She’s no good at throwing them, but hey, she’s got the option.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality: Incredibly powerful and adept technomind capable of understanding, designing, creating, and hacking any form of software or hardware, and has limited control over non electrical hardware such as guns, door locks, etc. Extremely intelligent, far beyond what any would consider a normal human (she scored over perfect on the SAT by figuring out the pattern of prime numbers, people are still scratching their heads on that one). Despite this she is still a twenty five year old woman with spunk and has a short temper. Coupled with the fact that she’s very attractive (she’s very aware of this fact) she often gets pissed off easily and if not for the rest of her group she’s probably be in jail for shooting up a bar. Some would almost consider her sociopathic based on how willing she is to put a bullet in a person’s brain if they become useless. Has a gun fetish. She’s big into overkill. She defines herself as the unofficial leader of the little hacker group and often refers to the other three as her butt monkeys. Despite wanting (and threatening, and maybe even shooting near them) to kill the group half the time, she does give half a fuck about them and would probably be slightly distraught if one of them got hurt.
Hobbies/Interests: Put clothing pins in Rush’s dick.
Skills/Talents: Extremely smart, excellent shot, and one hell of a hacker. Has dirt on literally everyone. Excellent at drinking games.
Prized Possession: “WHO TOUCHED MY GUN?”
Quote(s):
“Rush thinks I have three tits. I’m as confused as you are.”
“Please stop looking at me as if I’m a piece of meat, or I will turn you into one.”
“Hey man, I’m perfectly fine with you bringing Ray along. As long as he doesn’t touch my food he’s just like a big retarded house cat.”
History/Bio:
Byte’s always grown up a bit of an odd and rebellious one. She’s always been good at making money is unethical ways, so as soon as she turned 18 her parents pretty much kicked her out. Byte, for a very long time, has known about her power and immediately put it to use. How? CRAIGSLIST THAT’S HOW!
That means she tracked down a randomly chosen user’s IP, then proceeded to track down the information linked to that IP, and then pretty much take their life savings while transferring it to an ATM in the city (a different one every time to keep the police from catching on). It was like winning the lottery except the opposite. Her story in being a hired gunman began in a bar after she won a drinking game with a person who held their alcohol especially well. After getting drunk and earning some extra money, she nearly got raped. Not that she really remembers any of this. She was pretty much black out drunk at the time. All she remembers was waking up in a room with a not stuck to her forehead that said ‘Nice shooting’ with a number stuck to it. After some back tracing she was able to bring herself to call. This is where her gun fetish began, and her story as a sniper continues to this day in her spare time. She does clean work, quick, silent, and leaves no trace. Just like everything she does. She makes it look like an accident. She’s made a few mistakes like any human, nearly got shot in a police chase, the bullet skinning off of her arm, but she wasn’t caught, and no one has seen her face. So as far the police, and her, are concerned, the case is still under investigation.
She met Rush and Ray on Piratebay’s offshore site. She was hired to work with Rush by Piratebay to design a firewall for some of their offshore databases. They did clean work, faster than she could do alone, and using this she tracked Rush down and after some convincing via email they met on some middle ground and established a little hub of their own to make some cash. Rush brought Ray along for some hired muscle. As long as he “[...]doesn’t touch her food,” he was all good to her.
Family:
Two estranged parents!
Relationships
Relationships:
Rush | Good | Partner in crime/Friend/Buttmonkey | “I stick a pin in his dick once. He’s still puts up with me and I haven’t had the urge to kill him once yet!”
Ray | Good | Retarded Housecat/Buttmonkey | “Sometimes you need a leg breaker when you don’t feel like shooting out someone’s kneecaps.”
Abilities
Power Class: Cerebral, Other
Power:
Byte is essentially the ctOS network from Watch_Dogs, except a person. She is capable of separating herself from her body and essentially hacking into just about anything electronic in existence. She can take all of your money, watch every move you make from cameras, change traffic lights, raise bridges, etc, making her incredibly dangerous in a city environment. In stressful situations, she can trigger huge blackouts that knock out the lights and let the world fall into total darkness. She’s incredible support for her allies and living hell for her enemies. Essentially, she will change traffic lights upon request for allies who are in a car chase to all green as soon as they’re though and cause a sixteen car pile up to either block or crush their pursuers. She is also able to monitor the city and work from home. Due to her ability to separate herself from her body, she can insert herself into her allies phones or into her USB for work away from home while still staying at home. If Rush or Ray want her to do something discretely they can shove her USB into a computer and go do whatever they need to do and then pick her up later. She’s great for providing support to her allies in situations like these and giving them advantages that their opponents don’t have. She is also capable of manipulating non electronic devices, but not nearly as well as Rush is. She might be able to manipulate a lock unto being unlocked or locked, but she isn’t able to jam a gun at will.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Whenever she separates herself from her body, her body pretty much falls unconscious. So she’s very weak in these situations. She is capable of using this to her advantage by smearing blood on herself and then exiting her body. Makes for a great corpse impersonation, but this usually has more downsides than it does upsides in most situations. She’s also not immune to her own power outages and can pretty much do nothing more than wait for it to come back online. If she is shut down, or if her USB or whatever she is in during transport is smashed while she’s in it, she won’t be killed, but she will wake up gasping in shock after she literally experienced death without actually dying, and will lock herself into her room for a while and play Scribblenauts or other assorted feel good games and will be unable to use her power for a few days. Whether she won’t or is unable to use her power she will not disclose, as she really doesn’t speak to anyone during this time. If her body is killed with her in it, she dies. If her body is killed while she is not in it, her consciousness will exist as a computer program until she gets shut down again. After this, she’s basically a normal human in terms of strength and healing ability.
Other: She doesn’t trust banks and therefore keeps all of her money under her mattress. Drives a Volkswagon Passat.
Basic Information
Name: Nickolas C. Slater
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Q
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 5’11
Weight: 171
Faction: Vanguard
Appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black.
Eye Color: Green.
Ethnicity: Australian American/ Caucasian.
Physical Appearance: Nick is an average sized adult caucasian male in his mid twenties. He’s fairly well built, not super muscular, but manly enough to be considered attractive if that’s what you’re looking for. He has a V shaped body with a wide chest and broad shoulders. He looks like a person who runs often. Nick here has long, dark brown hair that goes down to his eyebrows. Nick has a round faced that ends in a sharp chin. He has a somewhat small, but wide nose and thin almond eyes that are an average distance apart. Along his chin face is the average and very common Australian scruff that he just can’t seem to get rid of. He always seems to have a shit eating grin plastered to his face. He has a few scars on his face, the most notable being a large one on his chin that looks like a small laceration. He wears a scar glove on his right hand to cover up a bad electrical burn. It has caused him to lose most feeling in that hand and while he can still use it to the same extent he can his other hand, it does limit his dexterity. Based on this.
Attire: Mostly jeans and t-shirts. Hoodies if it weren't so damn hot in Louisiana. Often wears a silver watch and sunglasses. While working he wears mainly some really beat down jeans and a shitty white tank top that has all kinds of stains on it from car fluids and soot. His T-shirts usually have the Vanguard symbol on the back.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality:
Nick is a dense, impulsive, and otherwise a general idiot who still acts like he’s seventeen despite being in his mid twenties. He’s smart, sarcastic as hell, and some would call him clever. He’s a kind of person you have to have an acquired taste for to like, which is a nice way of saying he’s a bit of a dick sometimes. This being said while he is an asshole from time to time he is surprisingly well liked (this reason alludes even him) and thought as humorous. He is a good friend when he needs to be though, knowing when to stop with the satire and be there for someone.
Hobbies/Interests: Work on his car, pick up girls.
Skills/Talents: He’s able to play more than Hot Cross Buns on the guitar at this point. He works as a mechanic for the Vanguard. He’s fairly smart despite what some people may think. Good with his hands.
Prized Possession: His car.
Quote(s): “On the count of three, I will flip your car.”
History/Bio: Nick here is a graduated students of the well acclaimed Academy 218. He left fairly soon after he graduated. He was a full time student and was able to expand on his ability to use magnetism. His mother passed away when he was young and he’s been living with his father ever since. After college he moved to Louisiana and has been in the Vanguard for the past while. Nothing super interesting there.
Family: Father, currently lives elsewhere in the USA.
Relationships
Relationships: Placeholder, he’s only been in the vanguard for about a year and a half, and while he’s probably one of the more powerful and experienced meta humans, he has yet to show his ability, as he’s a mechanic and hasn’t been on the front lines much. Due to this he hasn't met anyone notable, and no one has really gone out of their way to talk to him.
Abilities
Power Class: Super System, Cosmic, Elemental, Energy.
Power: Nick has the ability to control Electromagnetism on a very high level. Not quite to the level of Magneto, but he does have the power to use it in just about every other way. His ability extends to magnetizing otherwise nonmagnetic metals and objects, such as wood or your feet, and can effectively stick you to the floor and make it very difficult for you move, or move at all. His ability usually manifests itself in combat as a form of electromagnetic telekinesis. He can apply it in many incredible ways, such as EMP generation, the detections He also has the ability to detect electricity based waves, and disperse electricity or energy based attacks with very little effort. I’d refer to the page of Electromagnetism to see it’s potential applications, but be mindful he hasn’t had the time and experience required to master the more advanced techniques. Nick also has minor enhanced healing. Nothing even close to wolverine level, but enough for small things to heal fairly quickly. Nick also has very limited telekinetic abilities to his power that allow him to do the unexplainable with things he does magnetically.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: His powers give out after overuse. This can usually be seen when his nose begins to bleed. Magnetism is relatively ineffective if you're too far away. His ability is limited to his experience level, and he doesn’t know everything about it. He can’t pull the iron out of your blood, don’t worry. His ability can be overused, just like any other power, and physically he’s just any other human and just as weak to physical punches as any other normal person. I’d just recommend coming at him with something not made of metal. Nonmetallic objects, while capable of being magnetized and used, take more time and energy to control to the same degree metals can be. He doesn’t NOT have the ability to manipulate electricity, only the ability to disperse it and to not be affected by it. In order to block an electrical attack he must be paying attention to it and ready for the incoming attack. He is not constantly immune to the power. His power manifests itself indirectly and almost telekinetically. The only difference between it and telekinesis is that living beings are immune to being magnetized and that his power manifests itself indirectly by basically throwing objects at peoples. If you are big enough and strong enough to catch said object, you’re alright, and if you can shoot it out of the air you’re alright. If you can overcome his pull telekinetically you’re also alright. His ability to telekinetically bend objects is limited to metal, and while he can throw things with it, he doesn’t have the ability to bend and manipulate nonmetallic objects such as wood like he can metal.
Other: Drives a very tricked out white Camaro.
Name: Nickolas C. Slater
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Q
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 5’11
Weight: 171
Faction: Vanguard
Appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black.
Eye Color: Green.
Ethnicity: Australian American/ Caucasian.
Physical Appearance: Nick is an average sized adult caucasian male in his mid twenties. He’s fairly well built, not super muscular, but manly enough to be considered attractive if that’s what you’re looking for. He has a V shaped body with a wide chest and broad shoulders. He looks like a person who runs often. Nick here has long, dark brown hair that goes down to his eyebrows. Nick has a round faced that ends in a sharp chin. He has a somewhat small, but wide nose and thin almond eyes that are an average distance apart. Along his chin face is the average and very common Australian scruff that he just can’t seem to get rid of. He always seems to have a shit eating grin plastered to his face. He has a few scars on his face, the most notable being a large one on his chin that looks like a small laceration. He wears a scar glove on his right hand to cover up a bad electrical burn. It has caused him to lose most feeling in that hand and while he can still use it to the same extent he can his other hand, it does limit his dexterity. Based on this.
Attire: Mostly jeans and t-shirts. Hoodies if it weren't so damn hot in Louisiana. Often wears a silver watch and sunglasses. While working he wears mainly some really beat down jeans and a shitty white tank top that has all kinds of stains on it from car fluids and soot. His T-shirts usually have the Vanguard symbol on the back.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality:
Nick is a dense, impulsive, and otherwise a general idiot who still acts like he’s seventeen despite being in his mid twenties. He’s smart, sarcastic as hell, and some would call him clever. He’s a kind of person you have to have an acquired taste for to like, which is a nice way of saying he’s a bit of a dick sometimes. This being said while he is an asshole from time to time he is surprisingly well liked (this reason alludes even him) and thought as humorous. He is a good friend when he needs to be though, knowing when to stop with the satire and be there for someone.
Hobbies/Interests: Work on his car, pick up girls.
Skills/Talents: He’s able to play more than Hot Cross Buns on the guitar at this point. He works as a mechanic for the Vanguard. He’s fairly smart despite what some people may think. Good with his hands.
Prized Possession: His car.
Quote(s): “On the count of three, I will flip your car.”
History/Bio: Nick here is a graduated students of the well acclaimed Academy 218. He left fairly soon after he graduated. He was a full time student and was able to expand on his ability to use magnetism. His mother passed away when he was young and he’s been living with his father ever since. After college he moved to Louisiana and has been in the Vanguard for the past while. Nothing super interesting there.
Family: Father, currently lives elsewhere in the USA.
Relationships
Relationships: Placeholder, he’s only been in the vanguard for about a year and a half, and while he’s probably one of the more powerful and experienced meta humans, he has yet to show his ability, as he’s a mechanic and hasn’t been on the front lines much. Due to this he hasn't met anyone notable, and no one has really gone out of their way to talk to him.
Abilities
Power Class: Super System, Cosmic, Elemental, Energy.
Power: Nick has the ability to control Electromagnetism on a very high level. Not quite to the level of Magneto, but he does have the power to use it in just about every other way. His ability extends to magnetizing otherwise nonmagnetic metals and objects, such as wood or your feet, and can effectively stick you to the floor and make it very difficult for you move, or move at all. His ability usually manifests itself in combat as a form of electromagnetic telekinesis. He can apply it in many incredible ways, such as EMP generation, the detections He also has the ability to detect electricity based waves, and disperse electricity or energy based attacks with very little effort. I’d refer to the page of Electromagnetism to see it’s potential applications, but be mindful he hasn’t had the time and experience required to master the more advanced techniques. Nick also has minor enhanced healing. Nothing even close to wolverine level, but enough for small things to heal fairly quickly. Nick also has very limited telekinetic abilities to his power that allow him to do the unexplainable with things he does magnetically.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: His powers give out after overuse. This can usually be seen when his nose begins to bleed. Magnetism is relatively ineffective if you're too far away. His ability is limited to his experience level, and he doesn’t know everything about it. He can’t pull the iron out of your blood, don’t worry. His ability can be overused, just like any other power, and physically he’s just any other human and just as weak to physical punches as any other normal person. I’d just recommend coming at him with something not made of metal. Nonmetallic objects, while capable of being magnetized and used, take more time and energy to control to the same degree metals can be. He doesn’t NOT have the ability to manipulate electricity, only the ability to disperse it and to not be affected by it. In order to block an electrical attack he must be paying attention to it and ready for the incoming attack. He is not constantly immune to the power. His power manifests itself indirectly and almost telekinetically. The only difference between it and telekinesis is that living beings are immune to being magnetized and that his power manifests itself indirectly by basically throwing objects at peoples. If you are big enough and strong enough to catch said object, you’re alright, and if you can shoot it out of the air you’re alright. If you can overcome his pull telekinetically you’re also alright. His ability to telekinetically bend objects is limited to metal, and while he can throw things with it, he doesn’t have the ability to bend and manipulate nonmetallic objects such as wood like he can metal.
Other: Drives a very tricked out white Camaro.
Mr Allen J said
Glad this is up, I'm the CO-GM of this RP (Respect my swag). This RP is set in the same universe as my RP . You should check it out, you sexy people.
Same as Allen here said, I'm a fellow Co-GM for anyone who wants to join's reference. I'm also a Co-GM in Academy 218. If anyone needs any assistance from me or any of the staff in either of the RP, shoot me or your staff member of choice a PM. But you all should probably PM me because Maxx and Allen are scrubs.
“It's not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love...that's what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the thunder and after a nightmare. When love is your refuge from the death that surrounds us all and when it fills you so tight that you can't express it.”
― Carrie Ryan
"Hey Anthony, found a few rounds. You want 'em?"
"I'm going to regret it, those damn things are more trouble than they're worth, but sure. Might be able to take out one or two more. If not I'll trade 'em to Brick. That stupid kid collects them." The larger man said, taking the bullets from the girl's open hand. He pulled out his Glock-17, and began the process of reloading. His hands slightly shortening the time of loading due to practice. They were currently in the wooded area of a park. The older man was on the ground, his large black fire axe in hand. The blade of the axe was freshly bloodied, and at his feet was a mutilated corpse, it's head split open. A little ways to the left there was a smaller girl, probably no more than 120lbs if not less. She was crouched over a zombie, who had an arrow through it's head. In one of her hands was a hunting bow. She seemed to be studying the corpse, her big and attentive blue eyes moving along the slightly decayed facial features. The old man couldn't help but be happy that he had someone to spend the last few years of his life with. Her and the boy and his dog. In another time and situation, they would've been a little happy family financing their first house with maybe a kid on the way. But no, they were hardened and survivors. They were smart, both of them. Hell of a lot smarter than he was when he was their age.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He said gruffly, stepping over the corpse at his own feet and remaining attentive of the surroundings in case something snuck up on them. He turned back to look at the young woman again, who was still studying the creature.
"I'd help if I had a camera. My phone ran out of battery six years ago." she sniped.
And clever. He couldn't forget they were clever asshats. The both of them. Only one bearable enough to be around for a few hours straight was the dog.
"He wasn't a walker too long ago." she said, moving over and stepping on the corpse's neck with her shoe, holding it down, and then pulling the arrowhead that was imbedded in it's forehead out. The corpse twitched, they always did that, but otherwise remained dead and still. The way it should be. "He had ammo on him. Not too much. He still had his gun in his hand." The older man looked down. It was true. There it was, dented and beaten and probably no longer functional as a weapon, but still tightly clenched in the man's hand. He looked over the one he had killed. An asian woman, probably in her mid thirties. She was probably attractive in life. Half her cheek had been torn off and her eye was gone, but the other half of her face was nearly intact. She was relatively fresh too. If she was infected any more than a week ago she probably would've decayed more than this by now. "I see what you mean," he said, looking over to the young woman a few feet away from him, who had dug out a small toy car from one of the man's pockets. The way her face crinkled up while looking it over caused him to guess that she was confused. He laughed, "Give it here." he said, moving a bit closer and moving her hand to take a look at the toy.
He chuckled again. "That my girl, is a Matchbox 1984 Mercury Classic. I fixed one of them up back in the day." he said, releasing the girl's hand and letting her look over the toy once again. "My first car was a Mercury Marquis," he said. "1984 model, same year as that." he smiled as she did. She had told him around a campfire once that she was, at one time, working to become an engineer. Someone who designed and built things like cars and buildings. She said she didn't know what field she'd work in in that respect, but she knew she wanted to be an engineer. A strange choice for a lady like her, but he couldn't knock her for it. His face returned to it's normal, almost angry look when her look of wonder transformed to a look of worry. "You think Brick's alright? He's been gone for a while." she said, unconsciously feeling at the handle to the shotgun she had tied to her backpack, which had replaced her hunting rifle. She had lent it to Brick and in replacement was given his sawn off M37 shotgun for the time being. "He's fine. It'll take more than a zombie or a bullet to take that fucker out." He said. "If I thought it could, I would've tried by now."
She sighed. "I wish he wouldn't go off on his own though. It's not safe." He sighed after her. "You know him, he'll be fine. He always is." The girl nodded. "I'm holding you to that." The older man gave a small smile. "I am too."
Their conversation was cut short by a dog, large, black and brown. "Diesel!" the girl said. "Oooh I missed you!, where've you been?" She said, shouldering the bow and kneeling down to hug the Rottweiler. "Where's Brick?" she said, looking at the dog, who panted, it's tongue lolling out. The dog licked her face causing her to sputter and fall back on her butt. "No kisses!" She said, chuckling. The old man smiled at this. It had been a long time since he had been content and actually happy. A damn long time. "Where's Brick?" Anthony said, causing the dog to move it's attention to him, then back to Allie. It growled into a low woof, and then ran off a little ways away. It stopped and looked back at them, woofing lowly again, knowing to try and be quiet. "He's telling us to follow." Allie said, standing up, and moving after the large dog. The old man shook his head and followed after them.
The dog led them through back roads and took a stealthier route, as to avoid the streets and anyone or thing that would be in them. "Good boy Diesel." Allie said, petting the dog, who licked her hand in response. Diesel had led them to the fire escape of a building. Brick was probably up there. "I'll stay here, knees wont like me climbing that much on them." Anthony said, resting his axe on his shoulder. "I'll stick with Diesel. You go check it out." he said, whistling to the dog, causing it to lay down and keep alert, listening, smelling, and keeping watch for anyone who wasn't Anthony, Allison, or Roark.
The trip up the fire escape was uneventful, but she got a good view of the roads. Backed up cars that had been degraded with a few aimless walkers meandering around here and there. Nothing super special, but the sight in the early morning light was... brisk and beautiful in it's own fucked up way. As she came up to the top, she noticed a few tents had been set up on the roof of the building with what looked like a fire pit laid out. It was long out, and most of the stuff looked like it wasn't going to hold up much longer. She drew her pistol out of habit, and kept a close eye on the tents just in case one of those weird boney motherfuckers was around. Some other survivor called them Hoarders or Collectors or something. She took a few cautious steps forward, and was about to open up one of the tents when...
"Three cans of food on the right, six bottles of water. 'Some ammo in the other tent, but the weapons are rusted and the guns are pretty malformed by now." A voice said. She spun around on her heel, pointing the gun in the direction of a man who was sitting in a lawn chair with a beer right next to him and a jar of a yellow liquid on the other side. He wasn't facing her, but it was obvious he was focused on the road below. He was looking through the scope on her hunting rifle, using them as a pair of binoculars. It was obvious he hadn't shot it based on the fact that there were no shells around on the ground and no hoard of zombies pilling around each other on the building. "Jesus Brick, you scared the shit out of me." Allison said, lowering her gun with an exasperated sigh. "I nearly shot you!"
"But ya didn't, thank ya fer asking first and shooting later." Brick said, turning around and looking at her with what she could tell would be a shit eating grin based upon how his eyebrows were. She couldn't see his mouth through his bandana. Hers was pulled down right now, lying around her neck. "Find anything?" she asked, walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Ye," he said in his heavy Australian accent. "First two floors below me are clear, nothin' worth shootin' at in 'em based on what I saw. Haven't checked for supplies yet. Thought I'd 'ave Diesel fetch you two in case I was wrong. We'll search through on a little supply run, but we should grab the food I've found from here before heading down." he said, standing up. Allison for a moment wondered if this little camp belonged to the zombie she had killed earlier when it was a man. "Didn't see much besides a few walkers on the street." he said, passing her rifle back to her, Allison grabbed his shotgun and gave it back to him in trade. "Thanks." he said simply. He stood up and grabbed his gun, holstered it, then can of beer, and finally the jar of the yellow liquid with his other hand. He looked at her for a moment, before he looked over the edge of the building. "Ey, see that one over there?" Brick said, pointing with the hand that held the jar at a zombie across the road that could be easily seen from the building's vantage point. "Watch this." he said, before winding his arm back and chucking the jar into the air. As it fell back to earth, the combination of gravity and the power of Brick's throw caused the jar to fall and shatter on the walker's head, causing it to fall to the ground from the force and not get up. A few others in the general area turned toward the noise and began to walk towards it, but most otherwise remained where they were. Allison crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Roark, who had walked in and out of a tent carrying about size bottles of water in one of his arms. He simply shrugged at her look and gave what she guessed to be another shit eating grin.
"So whatcha think? Zombie kill of the week?"
― Carrie Ryan
"Hey Anthony, found a few rounds. You want 'em?"
"I'm going to regret it, those damn things are more trouble than they're worth, but sure. Might be able to take out one or two more. If not I'll trade 'em to Brick. That stupid kid collects them." The larger man said, taking the bullets from the girl's open hand. He pulled out his Glock-17, and began the process of reloading. His hands slightly shortening the time of loading due to practice. They were currently in the wooded area of a park. The older man was on the ground, his large black fire axe in hand. The blade of the axe was freshly bloodied, and at his feet was a mutilated corpse, it's head split open. A little ways to the left there was a smaller girl, probably no more than 120lbs if not less. She was crouched over a zombie, who had an arrow through it's head. In one of her hands was a hunting bow. She seemed to be studying the corpse, her big and attentive blue eyes moving along the slightly decayed facial features. The old man couldn't help but be happy that he had someone to spend the last few years of his life with. Her and the boy and his dog. In another time and situation, they would've been a little happy family financing their first house with maybe a kid on the way. But no, they were hardened and survivors. They were smart, both of them. Hell of a lot smarter than he was when he was their age.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He said gruffly, stepping over the corpse at his own feet and remaining attentive of the surroundings in case something snuck up on them. He turned back to look at the young woman again, who was still studying the creature.
"I'd help if I had a camera. My phone ran out of battery six years ago." she sniped.
And clever. He couldn't forget they were clever asshats. The both of them. Only one bearable enough to be around for a few hours straight was the dog.
"He wasn't a walker too long ago." she said, moving over and stepping on the corpse's neck with her shoe, holding it down, and then pulling the arrowhead that was imbedded in it's forehead out. The corpse twitched, they always did that, but otherwise remained dead and still. The way it should be. "He had ammo on him. Not too much. He still had his gun in his hand." The older man looked down. It was true. There it was, dented and beaten and probably no longer functional as a weapon, but still tightly clenched in the man's hand. He looked over the one he had killed. An asian woman, probably in her mid thirties. She was probably attractive in life. Half her cheek had been torn off and her eye was gone, but the other half of her face was nearly intact. She was relatively fresh too. If she was infected any more than a week ago she probably would've decayed more than this by now. "I see what you mean," he said, looking over to the young woman a few feet away from him, who had dug out a small toy car from one of the man's pockets. The way her face crinkled up while looking it over caused him to guess that she was confused. He laughed, "Give it here." he said, moving a bit closer and moving her hand to take a look at the toy.
He chuckled again. "That my girl, is a Matchbox 1984 Mercury Classic. I fixed one of them up back in the day." he said, releasing the girl's hand and letting her look over the toy once again. "My first car was a Mercury Marquis," he said. "1984 model, same year as that." he smiled as she did. She had told him around a campfire once that she was, at one time, working to become an engineer. Someone who designed and built things like cars and buildings. She said she didn't know what field she'd work in in that respect, but she knew she wanted to be an engineer. A strange choice for a lady like her, but he couldn't knock her for it. His face returned to it's normal, almost angry look when her look of wonder transformed to a look of worry. "You think Brick's alright? He's been gone for a while." she said, unconsciously feeling at the handle to the shotgun she had tied to her backpack, which had replaced her hunting rifle. She had lent it to Brick and in replacement was given his sawn off M37 shotgun for the time being. "He's fine. It'll take more than a zombie or a bullet to take that fucker out." He said. "If I thought it could, I would've tried by now."
She sighed. "I wish he wouldn't go off on his own though. It's not safe." He sighed after her. "You know him, he'll be fine. He always is." The girl nodded. "I'm holding you to that." The older man gave a small smile. "I am too."
Their conversation was cut short by a dog, large, black and brown. "Diesel!" the girl said. "Oooh I missed you!, where've you been?" She said, shouldering the bow and kneeling down to hug the Rottweiler. "Where's Brick?" she said, looking at the dog, who panted, it's tongue lolling out. The dog licked her face causing her to sputter and fall back on her butt. "No kisses!" She said, chuckling. The old man smiled at this. It had been a long time since he had been content and actually happy. A damn long time. "Where's Brick?" Anthony said, causing the dog to move it's attention to him, then back to Allie. It growled into a low woof, and then ran off a little ways away. It stopped and looked back at them, woofing lowly again, knowing to try and be quiet. "He's telling us to follow." Allie said, standing up, and moving after the large dog. The old man shook his head and followed after them.
The dog led them through back roads and took a stealthier route, as to avoid the streets and anyone or thing that would be in them. "Good boy Diesel." Allie said, petting the dog, who licked her hand in response. Diesel had led them to the fire escape of a building. Brick was probably up there. "I'll stay here, knees wont like me climbing that much on them." Anthony said, resting his axe on his shoulder. "I'll stick with Diesel. You go check it out." he said, whistling to the dog, causing it to lay down and keep alert, listening, smelling, and keeping watch for anyone who wasn't Anthony, Allison, or Roark.
The trip up the fire escape was uneventful, but she got a good view of the roads. Backed up cars that had been degraded with a few aimless walkers meandering around here and there. Nothing super special, but the sight in the early morning light was... brisk and beautiful in it's own fucked up way. As she came up to the top, she noticed a few tents had been set up on the roof of the building with what looked like a fire pit laid out. It was long out, and most of the stuff looked like it wasn't going to hold up much longer. She drew her pistol out of habit, and kept a close eye on the tents just in case one of those weird boney motherfuckers was around. Some other survivor called them Hoarders or Collectors or something. She took a few cautious steps forward, and was about to open up one of the tents when...
"Three cans of food on the right, six bottles of water. 'Some ammo in the other tent, but the weapons are rusted and the guns are pretty malformed by now." A voice said. She spun around on her heel, pointing the gun in the direction of a man who was sitting in a lawn chair with a beer right next to him and a jar of a yellow liquid on the other side. He wasn't facing her, but it was obvious he was focused on the road below. He was looking through the scope on her hunting rifle, using them as a pair of binoculars. It was obvious he hadn't shot it based on the fact that there were no shells around on the ground and no hoard of zombies pilling around each other on the building. "Jesus Brick, you scared the shit out of me." Allison said, lowering her gun with an exasperated sigh. "I nearly shot you!"
"But ya didn't, thank ya fer asking first and shooting later." Brick said, turning around and looking at her with what she could tell would be a shit eating grin based upon how his eyebrows were. She couldn't see his mouth through his bandana. Hers was pulled down right now, lying around her neck. "Find anything?" she asked, walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Ye," he said in his heavy Australian accent. "First two floors below me are clear, nothin' worth shootin' at in 'em based on what I saw. Haven't checked for supplies yet. Thought I'd 'ave Diesel fetch you two in case I was wrong. We'll search through on a little supply run, but we should grab the food I've found from here before heading down." he said, standing up. Allison for a moment wondered if this little camp belonged to the zombie she had killed earlier when it was a man. "Didn't see much besides a few walkers on the street." he said, passing her rifle back to her, Allison grabbed his shotgun and gave it back to him in trade. "Thanks." he said simply. He stood up and grabbed his gun, holstered it, then can of beer, and finally the jar of the yellow liquid with his other hand. He looked at her for a moment, before he looked over the edge of the building. "Ey, see that one over there?" Brick said, pointing with the hand that held the jar at a zombie across the road that could be easily seen from the building's vantage point. "Watch this." he said, before winding his arm back and chucking the jar into the air. As it fell back to earth, the combination of gravity and the power of Brick's throw caused the jar to fall and shatter on the walker's head, causing it to fall to the ground from the force and not get up. A few others in the general area turned toward the noise and began to walk towards it, but most otherwise remained where they were. Allison crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Roark, who had walked in and out of a tent carrying about size bottles of water in one of his arms. He simply shrugged at her look and gave what she guessed to be another shit eating grin.
"So whatcha think? Zombie kill of the week?"
Hey Drewccapp, I've recently been promoted to Co-GM of Obsidian, and as a Co-GM, while I am fine with the power, I would like to get a bit more information on it. You didn't really go into detail about how fast acting 'Rot' is. If she touches characters who don't really age as people do, like Hannibal, what happens? How fast does it act? I dont want to have anyone dying of old age after holding onto Rust for ten minutes or anything.
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