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Bonaparte

Sciaac Bonaparte

Name: Bonaparte
Aliases: Sciaac Bonaparte
Height: 6’9
Weight: Inconsistent
Years of sentience: 94
Race: Artificially Evolved Opaz
Influence: ⁽⁴⁾

Bonaparte is the bioengineered being forged from the body of an alien species known as the Opaz. As an unadvanced species, the arrival of an extinction level event decimated their numbers to a literal handful. Abducted from there, those who survived were biologically augmented beyond recognition. Each served as a subject for a different experiment. Bonaparte’s, in particular, happened to advance him far beyond the rest of his species. His forced exposure to sentience saw him grow from a basic beast to an individual whose intellect surpassed even his creators. After doing such, he began to alter his traits and DNA through science, slowly but surely augmenting his frame to that of a bipedal individual. Little did he resemble his original self. Though some may see this as a reflection of self-hate, it was merely a means of evolving himself to a form which he felt better represented his intellect.

Personality: Due to the manner in which he came enlightened to life, Bonaparte is a noted skeptic of all things. He thinks in a way that constantly questions the universe and the purpose of it. Because of this, he has little regard for authority. He’s an absurdist in principles and believes heavily in the idea that whoever is “God” is who currently has the power to manifest their will. This could be a king in power or even be some Akashic deity. It is never specific. Considering his creation was the works of those “playing God”, his philosophy on life as a whole is bent far beyond many are willing to understand.

Probably the most interesting aspect of his personality is his constant battle with committing to nihilist principles. He is extremely fickle in whether to intervene or allow chaos to resume. This trait is more so or less him attempting to escape his internalized apathy for all things. Though he’ll say otherwise, Bonaparte has never simply come to a decision on leaving dangerous matters in the hands of others. For someone who often labels life as “meaningless”, he sure does a lot at times to protect it for others. As kind as he sounds, it should never be assumed that he would extend so much for every event. To prevent future suffering, he is noted at times to boldly recommend death.

Appearance: Bonaparte’s skin was an intense gray. When clothed, his appearance was a very lanky humanoid with extremely broad shoulders. With that said, he was far more comparable to a Wampyrus Sauria Vampire than a human. Vampire he was not, but the way he augmented his body to this point has left him often mistaken as so. His appendages were webbed, and in total, he had four arms. Covering his nose down was a black woven fiber facemask that draped halfway past his arms like a huge scarf. Why? To cover his otherwise fear inducing appearance. Mainly, this served to hide the fact that he has rows upon rows of sharpened teeth. Despite this, he often spoke clearly and in a sophisticated tone. The only time his voice managed to take on a more monstrous resonance is when he became enraged. Though his eyes were bloodshot and overall veiny, his bronze set of pupils often calm and daze those who stare into them. His feet were large and seemingly no shoe could properly contain them as they were talon-like. Due to this, he elected to walk bare.

As for his body, it was covered in a highly elastic and durable black biosuit that worked in conjunction with his abstract body prosperities to provide cover without limiting his natural abilities.

Abilities

Rubber anatomy: Bonaparte’s body can stretch, twist, and flatten to unreal lengths with no risk of breaking. How his body's respiration and circulatory systems function at these distorted extremes is unknown. This gave him the ability to fling and lunge himself at ridiculous speeds and reach things seemingly unobtainable. Sharp objects in his presence often felt blunt and merely poked him without much consequence. Though this was so, his hands, head, and feet were not known to strike or grip soft. He had the ability to solidify them independently and crush or lacerate most things at will. ⁽⁴⁾

Slippery when wet: When touched, he naturally secreted a slippery liquid that served many reasons, but primarily it was to hydrate and cool his exterior. Naturally, it was flame retardant but its most conventional use was as a lubricant. Bonaparte often used it to squeeze himself through the tiniest of gaps and spaces. ⁽³⁾

Engineered optics: Bonaparte has performed many experiments to increase his eyesight in order to have them perform at apex levels even under intense levels of stress. As a result, he can effectively see in the darkest of spaces, through smoke and even underwater. ⁽³⁾

Items

Self-Engineered Biosuit: This custom suit was very simplistic in design with its fairly standard coal black design. The most notable characteristic of the skin tight suit was that it allowed for the one way secretion of liquids and gases from the inside out. It helped maintain body temperature under harsh conditions and effectively stretched with Bonaparte’s body. ⁽²⁾

FMG-9: (2x) The FMG-9 is a submachine gun that folds up into a rectangular block the size of a laptop battery. It's mostly made of a lightweight polymer and is securely attached to the hip of Bonaparte with little indication of what exactly it is. It is much more powerful than its size indicates and can willfully penetrate the mightiest of armors. It is effective from close to mid range but whereas most bulletproof surfaces can resist it from afar; almost anything is vulnerable to being pelted to shreds by it at close range with its explosive set of rounds. ⁽²⁾

Z-040 Attenuation Field Generator: (2x) A grenade made from ionized particles, this grenade is not a prototypical grenade. It is roughly cube-shaped with the appearance of a platonic icosahedron with bright orange spikes on each corner of its face. When detonated, it releases a powerful blast of ionized particles in the form of spikes that pelt and surround the target. These can be used to cut off areas or to hit a living target directly. The generated pulse can potentially slow vehicles and drains shields in somewhat of an EMP effect. If bombarded by too many of the spikes, targets can see entire limbs disintegrate into orange particles of energy and float away as cinders. ⁽⁴⁾

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Ferris "Roach" Caldwell

Roach

Name: Ferris "Roach" Caldwell
Height: 5’11
Weight 203 lbs
Race: Human
Age: 38
Influence: ⁽³⁾ Regional

Personality

Eldritch abominations, specters, demons. These all attracted him. His fascination with the unknown was frankly unhealthy. So unhealthy, he often found himself in harm's way for knowledge sake. Despite this, his yearning for the truth was unwavering, often using science to aid him. Just the prospect of learning about abnormal creatures and entities excited him, so much, that he’d often conjure ways to systematically kill them. There is no way to obscurely put this; Ferris Caldwell was indeed a serial killer. Even if it were for scholarly reasons, at most he could say at least he didn’t kill humans. He was very much interested in the human mind, however, but he studied them through principles that were considered for the most part moral in comparison.

What made this individual truly terrifying is that he often hid behind a charismatic persona, and on a regular basis lured individuals to help him with his dangerous research.

Appearance

Currently, Ferris was your average looking middle aged Caucasian male. His unkempt locks of mousy hair were probably his most signature trait. His dark brown eyes were bagged but no more than the average sleep deprived 9 to 5er. He usually wore a long coat to conceal his equipment but other than that he appeared to be quite the normal guy.

Abilities

⁽⁴⁾ Parasitic intervention: To be honest, Ferris escapades often failed more so than succeeded. Had he not developed this method of survival by working with the cells of a symbiotic entity he might have been long gone. Several years ago he developed a way to actively convert his consciousness into data. Were he to be slain, which has happened half a dozen times already, he could be essentially revived by “uploading” his brain into the consciousness of another individual. In order for the transfer to be successful, this parasitic data-mongering creature had to be present within the individual’s brain in order to rewire and upload his sentience. In theory, all he had to do was set up and insert strands of the parasite into another individual's brain before edgework to set up potential host bodies in the event of his future demise. Essentially, he can only initiate the transfer if the person is within a 75,000 mile radius. If not, his conciousness is essentially left in its data server for who knows how long.

⁽³⁾ Parasitic stasis: Because this body of his currently housed by the parasitic hive of property changing microorganisms, his body naturally differed from your run of the mill human. Since prolific in his brain and bloodstream, they worked essentially like super versions of his own cells. They effectively empowered white blood cells to metabolize poison, absorbed radiation, increased healing to levels in which you could watch in real time and even enhanced his senses and physical feats well above what is expected from a human.

Items

⁽²⁾ M9C Magnum – (2x) This model is a semi-automatic, recoil-operated, magazine-fed handgun. It has a double-action only, trigger and fires the M228 12.7mmx40mm SAP-HP round (Semi-Armor Piercing, High Penetration) from a 12 round magazine. It has a high rate of fire at 6 rounds/sec or 360 rounds/min. It uses the short recoil principle, meaning that during firing the bolt face and barrel recoil back a very short distance before unlocking and cycling. Because it is semi-automatic, the gun is self-cocking due to recoil from the previous shot (until the magazine is empty).

⁽²⁾ Thermite Charge – (2x) these charges rely on a chemical process between metal powders and oxides to create high temperatures, with no explosion. Commonly, Aluminum and Iron (III) Oxide are used in the reaction. Thermite can reach temperatures upwards of 2500 °C (4500 °F) and is often used to melt through a wide range of things extremely quickly. The most practical use for these sort of charges is to quickly gain entrance to locked areas.

⁽¹⁾ Grappling Gun –(1x) a line launching, handgun like device used by Ferris that fired retractable and detachable cables with a mechanized, magnetic, clawed end. Rarely was this used on individuals but it was definitely within its means to constrict them.

⁽²⁾ Fragmentation Grenade – (2x) an all-purpose grenade. The grenade has a hard metal casing, with a frangible design meant to break apart into small, regular shards. This surface creates consistent, reliable fragmentation patterns for the grenade, rather than randomly rupturing along metallurgical faults. The grid-shaped casing houses a charge of high-explosive fitted with a mechanical primer. When the charge detonates, it shatters the grenade's casing, sending shrapnel flying away at high velocity with an explosive force capable of damaging the mightiest of metals.

⁽¹⁾ Standard Kit – an oversized scalpel he often used like a combat knife, empty syringes(4), standard smoke grenade, and EMP charge.

No God's Sky

The last time Cigány visited Gereza a substantial amount of its massive staff had to be replaced for a bevy of reasons that were borderline asinine. Ranging from general dismissal, resignation, injuries and even death, just the thought of her alone was enough to induce chills down every worker's spine. It was hard for Yamel to process just how fast things had occurred. Just minutes before it resembled any other day and now it had to potential to be his last on the job. Depending on how he answered could affect his entire life going forward and neither Mado-Keno nor Sinclair was in sight to save him. Somewhere deep in one of his several hearts, he knew he like eighty percent of the staff here were expendable. Despite this, he still had the strength to look into her menacing set of pupilless eyes.

Awfully nervous, Yamel responded to his towering superior knowing anything he said could be taken out of context and have him possibly prosecuted.

“Mado-Keno is in his office, Vhadgeid…. Let me show you the way.”

Yamel Tao’Zoag emitted such strong feelings of fear she could even analyze his train of thought in detail through their empathetic bond. Feeling somewhat in a giving mood, she figured the embarrassment of knowing she could see through him alone was enough. Prior to dismissing him, Cigány continued her leering gaze before spontaneously turning to the entrance of the grand elevator.

“No, several of my accompanying escadrille unit will suffice.”

To Yamel’s delight, he was not scolded. Graciously he counted his blessings, especially since Cigány failed to notice his abundance of pooling sweat behind his desk. (At least he thought) So far everything went well considering her abrasive tendencies. He could finally exhale once the shaft closed. He looked across the lobby to see the trail of Gereza guards she had used a doormat and whispered to them.

“Don’t. Get. Up.”

Considering several of them were on the verge of passing out, a great idea sprung into Yamel’s head. Earlier Cigány demanded he find a perpetrator for the miscommunication involving Sinclair’s absence. There might be a few candidates right in front of him.

The doors opened on one of the lower levels and instantly her voluptuous scent allured many of the traditionally jailed prisoners behind bars. Also enticed by the scent was Mado-Keno, but his reaction differed enormously from the prisoners who were salivating. He was instantly put on high alert.

“This is bad… Must hide”

Cigány stormed into the office but noticed no one was there. She could definitely sense him but the main desk remained vacant. She walked up to the desk and spread apart a few papers until something caught her eye. It appeared to be a personal journal Mado-keno had just written in. On the left was a doodle of a vaguely familiar robot, but on the right read “This is a drag. That §3 unit is only going to make me have to do actual work until Sinclair returns. I need a break...”

Intrigued in more ways than one, Cigány realized it would be best if she took over the entire complex in the meantime. It would be effective the minute she informed Mado-Keno, should he actually make an appearance. Though she wasn’t aware of it, Mado-Keno was indeed in the room. He was an expert in camouflage and even masking his aura. The amazing spot he chose was none other than in-between the wall and the door female Cizran had just moments ago opened. He silently gasped when he realized she was going through the journal but neither she nor the Escadrille noticed. He was relieved but there was no way for him to escape considering the door was guarded.

“I hate my job” he sighed to himself, rolling all of his eyes while staring at the ceiling.

Worst of all Cigány perched herself at his desk and began to go through his personal logs. What she’d find wasn’t incriminating but certainly embarrassing to say the least. Simultaneously she also became aware of the incoming transfer of prisoners expected from Admiral Nenegin. As events unfolded, she was bound to find out why he would ultimately arrive uncharacteristically late.

Killimara was in the face of extinction level event after event, and as it appeared, many lives were not in the position to be spared. Aredemos attempted to save face but the reality was he should have reacted much sooner. In fact, for a being who apparently watched over all of the Killimaran’s it was almost unfathomable how irresponsible he had acted.

Kaan meticulously crafted the page of Aldaraia he sent forward to be interacted with by only one individual. That individual was definitively not Aredemos. The second he pierced the page Kaan’s mercy had been affronted. This was something the lich did not take lightly. Ironically, the only souls prepared to be salvaged were the ones whose minds had already been linked with Kaan’s. Something was coming and it had nothing to do with Kaan aside from perhaps his tendency to draw horrible misfortune like a magnet.

The Killimaran’s God wanted to free them by destroying their stones but his efforts were undoubtedly in vain. A sound like howling winds erupted west. Overhead a flurry of what appeared to be rapidly flowing strands of green tinted circus clouds swiftly traveled overhead. This wasn’t an odd weather pattern by any chance. Basic analysis confirmed this was, in fact, visual representations of howling Killimaran souls traveling through the air towards, Kaans location. The amalgamation of moving clouds created a profile in its crevices, sneering down upon Kirri and Aredemos.

“This….is…the… end” the collective howls worded, but the end Kaan had in mind would not be inflicted; at least not entirely. Before he could collect any more souls Kaan felt his presence being homed in on by an unknown force and as Aldaraia was collected so was he. The deployed konul seized any opportunity he had to acquire the majority of the souls but at this point Kaan gained a sufficient amount of strength and everything at this point was just extra. Anything in the vicinity of Killimaran space would only watch on and marvel at the event of a Konul strike.

When the book arrived it was abundant with spiritual presence. Silexies desired item had coincidentally been acquired and was coming right to him on Cizra-Suh Lahn. Had he known this, Eal Sermonde would have never been released to retrieve it. Word of the discovery was bound to get to him but as of now Silexies remained uninformed. Even if he tried to inform Sinclair to call it off he wouldn’t have gotten an answer anyhow. Their communication link was suspiciously blocked. Sinclair and Eal’s whereabouts were very much unknown. Sinclair did not have the mental means of deflecting Silexies psychic waves so it was possible that they were, in reality, plotting something.

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Interview One
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“He’s not much larger than average height I’d say. It’s weird you ask about him. I’ve always known him to be somewhat reclused. When outsiders come around here it’s usually to investigate some urban legend we have floating around.”

“Interesting, tell me what you can about this creature around here.”

“So you want to know about ‘it’ eh?”

“Of course”

“It's fabled to ride a black steed through the countryside
and whenever it stops a mortal man dies.
An Angel of Death who’s worthy of dread;
dressed all in black and lacking a head.
In its possession is a spine that he'll use as a whip.
In the other a scythe that will cut to the quick.
If you chance to observe it you may be struck blind
and still, think yourself lucky that he left you behind.
If it pulls on the reins and it finds you outdoors
your heart will stop dead and will beat nevermore.
There are buckets of blood where the Dullahan rides.
On all Hallows Eve, you had best be inside.”

“That sounds like an old Celtic tale.”

“Well, it is.”

“I want genuine facts.”

“Well, I suppose I could inform you more for some spare change.”

“Seriously…Fine.”

“Well, Gold is the wooden stake and silver bullet to Dullahans. Despite everyone knowing this, one very much lives on. I’ve seen it do things. Incredible things. Things no human could dream of.”

“Well, spit it out.”

“I suppose I ought to begin with its abilities”

Incineration/Intellect

“I’ve seen it do just about anything with fire. They say its manipulation of the element is limited only by its imagination”

“I would imagine it thinks on entirely different level than us mortal folks, huh?”

“Wouldn’t count it out”

Darkness

“For sure its powers are linked with darkness and perhaps more. I think they’re somehow physical. It’s scary how I’ve seen shadows leap off the ground and grab objects, animals, and people even. Fairly large ones too!”

“How often do you see it?”

Pace

“I’ve seen it once or twice, at least I think so. Sometimes it's here and gone in the blink of an eye. Amazing huh.”

“You ever saw it talk?”

Curses

“Don’t you know it’s a bad omen to even encounter them. Ya think I’m crazy enough to try to converse with it?”

“What if I told you I suspect someone in your town was secretly this creature and I'm trying to uncover out who?”

Deception

"I'd say it couldn't be. Then I would say you have a deathwish. Well, that would explain why we have so much bad luck around here...”

Interview Two
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ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

<Snipped quote by Liaison>

And you have an uncanny knack for being douchewaffle. So I guess we are even.

@Geraven

I barely converse with you so the chances are I dont fit whatever that means. I also am known for playing fair and being generally a reasonable person to work with. I just constantly watch you place judgment on others from the sideline. Dont point animosity towards me. I'm just saying what others should have said by now. Dont stereotype an entire community just because you feel away about one or two members. I've seen you do that to multiple communities. Just pump the breaks a bit and dont think to hard.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

With all the forum people that have tossed their two cents in so far...I'd say he's spot on in the "sheep" comment.

@Geraven

You do this far too often and I'm going to have to call you out on this. So quick to loop everyone in a box or category. Shame shame.