Roman said
Carp. Who the fuck am I thinking of then.
The only black character I know of is Cal's guardian Landon.
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The only black character I know of is Cal's guardian Landon.
Roman said
Has he been black before? I swear to god last time I saw a character of yours called Maki that had animal mimicry he was black.
Maki has most definitely never been black lol. Tanned from his Greek descent maybe but that's it.
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Tuesday October 8, 2013
About four days had passed since the night at the Homecoming Dance. While police had several of the thugs in custody, those who lived, the leader had somehow managed to escape in the end and all leads on the who they were working with or for seemed to have completely evaded authorities. Cal leaned back at his desk, holding fresh bandages in his mouth while he read the police reports he had hacked into. Tossing aside the spare bandages, Cal leaned over and picked up the rest of his Chinese take out, picking away at it with his chopsticks while perusing the rest of the police report.
So Fox-Face managed to get away? Cal mused to himself. If that's the case, then he's gone to report to someone. And if Fox Face has gone to report to someone then there's something bigger going on. Throwing the container in the garbage, Cal sat up from his desk and looked around his room for some pants. There was actually a lot more of interest in the report that he had noted. Quite a few of the gangbangers had been found dead by means of a very large caliber sniper rifle. That meant either there was someone else playing vigilante or the school had been caught in the crossfire of a rival gang. And then there was the truck that had been driven into the school, despite it being blown up -another mystery- the gas pedal had been held down by a rock not a person. That lead back to just who blew it up? Police found no evidence of a bomb at the scene nor the appropriate kind of rounds for the shooter to have done it. Despite all that, everything that happened on Friday had given Cal some ideas, ideas which would require him to purchase some new clothes. Turning back to his computer, Cal checked the progress on his Amazon order. Working with Makarios had made Cal realize that perhaps there was a lot more going on in this world and more specifically this city than anyone had even realized. If people with abilities like those in comics existed, then Cal could be a vigilante. His still was a day away from arriving but that was okay, Cal had other things to take care of.
Pulling a shirt on, Cal ran his fingers through his hair making it presentable before tossing a coat over his clothes and walking out the door. School had been dismissed for a week due to the damage to both the school and the emotional states of a lot of students. Cal couldn't say he minded, he was already done most of his semester projects and quite frankly after seeing Makarios in action the last thing he was interested in doing was sitting in a classroom. Pulling out the keys to his Volvo, Cal ran out to the parking lot, opening the car door as he hopped into the driver's seat with a slide. Pulling the car out of the lot, Cal headed towards the Fishery District, driving for nearly fifteen minutes before he pulled into a Storage Rental facility. After driving down a few rows of storage units, Cal stopped outside one as he pulled out a key, unlocking the door in front of him before lifting it above his head. Inside lay a generator, a desk, and a computer waiting to be set up.
"Not much yet." Cal muttered to himself as he looked around his headquarters. For only ninety seven dollars a month, this nine by nine foot room was his to have. Going back to his car, he opened the trunk as he lifted out some more equipment and a couple cans of gasoline, loading it all inside the unit. Closing the unit back up, Cal ensured his lock was in fact locked before getting back into his car and turning the Volvo back towards the city. It was time to go find Makarios and see what he was up to.
The sound of bone on bone echoed through the room as Fox Face, or Jaime Gomez as he was known without the mask, toppled to the ground, the chair he was bound to splintering beneath the force of the blow. The dimly lit room barely was able to outline the silhouette of the hulking man who had delivered the punch as a hand bigger than Jaime's head reached out towards him, pulling him off the ground and into the air.
"You couldn't collect so you thought what? You could just skip out of town?" The voice that belonged to man bellowed as he threw Jaime across the room, his body slapping against the wall of the warehouse before slumping to the ground. He could feel his ribs pop and fracture upon impact as tears streamed down his face and blood began to dribble from his mouth.
"No Tony it wasn't like that!" Jaime begged as Tony 'The Behemoth' Cleaver came towards him menacingly as his two massive hands reached out and hoisted Jaime back into the air.
"So what was it like? You got scared? You took the money and you hid it? You lost my men Jaime!" Tony yelled as he slammed the much smaller man against the wall.
"Metas! More of them! One moved like an animal and some other one made a truck explode." Jaime managed to spit out despite stammering like an idiot.
Tony snarled as he slowly lowered Jaime to the ground. "If you saw these Metas again, would be be able to identify them?"
"I didn't get a good look at them boss." Jaime said with a gulp realizing his life was probably at stake right now.
A low rumble escaped Tony's throat. "Get some more men, we're planning a heist. And this time don't screw it up, you owe me more money than you're worth to keep alive if you don't succeed this time. Oh and we'll you're at it, I hope you can draw out your 'metas' otherwise you're dead no matter what you do. No body lies to the Behemoth and lives to tell about it." With a loud slap to the back, Tony sent Jaime stumbling across the room before plopping himself down in an old ratty armchair. Pulling out a cigar, he lit it up blowing out a deep breath of smoke as the dim light went out.
Tuesday October 8, 2013
About four days had passed since the night at the Homecoming Dance. While police had several of the thugs in custody, those who lived, the leader had somehow managed to escape in the end and all leads on the who they were working with or for seemed to have completely evaded authorities. Cal leaned back at his desk, holding fresh bandages in his mouth while he read the police reports he had hacked into. Tossing aside the spare bandages, Cal leaned over and picked up the rest of his Chinese take out, picking away at it with his chopsticks while perusing the rest of the police report.
So Fox-Face managed to get away? Cal mused to himself. If that's the case, then he's gone to report to someone. And if Fox Face has gone to report to someone then there's something bigger going on. Throwing the container in the garbage, Cal sat up from his desk and looked around his room for some pants. There was actually a lot more of interest in the report that he had noted. Quite a few of the gangbangers had been found dead by means of a very large caliber sniper rifle. That meant either there was someone else playing vigilante or the school had been caught in the crossfire of a rival gang. And then there was the truck that had been driven into the school, despite it being blown up -another mystery- the gas pedal had been held down by a rock not a person. That lead back to just who blew it up? Police found no evidence of a bomb at the scene nor the appropriate kind of rounds for the shooter to have done it. Despite all that, everything that happened on Friday had given Cal some ideas, ideas which would require him to purchase some new clothes. Turning back to his computer, Cal checked the progress on his Amazon order. Working with Makarios had made Cal realize that perhaps there was a lot more going on in this world and more specifically this city than anyone had even realized. If people with abilities like those in comics existed, then Cal could be a vigilante. His still was a day away from arriving but that was okay, Cal had other things to take care of.
Pulling a shirt on, Cal ran his fingers through his hair making it presentable before tossing a coat over his clothes and walking out the door. School had been dismissed for a week due to the damage to both the school and the emotional states of a lot of students. Cal couldn't say he minded, he was already done most of his semester projects and quite frankly after seeing Makarios in action the last thing he was interested in doing was sitting in a classroom. Pulling out the keys to his Volvo, Cal ran out to the parking lot, opening the car door as he hopped into the driver's seat with a slide. Pulling the car out of the lot, Cal headed towards the Fishery District, driving for nearly fifteen minutes before he pulled into a Storage Rental facility. After driving down a few rows of storage units, Cal stopped outside one as he pulled out a key, unlocking the door in front of him before lifting it above his head. Inside lay a generator, a desk, and a computer waiting to be set up.
"Not much yet." Cal muttered to himself as he looked around his headquarters. For only ninety seven dollars a month, this nine by nine foot room was his to have. Going back to his car, he opened the trunk as he lifted out some more equipment and a couple cans of gasoline, loading it all inside the unit. Closing the unit back up, Cal ensured his lock was in fact locked before getting back into his car and turning the Volvo back towards the city. It was time to go find Makarios and see what he was up to.
The sound of bone on bone echoed through the room as Fox Face, or Jaime Gomez as he was known without the mask, toppled to the ground, the chair he was bound to splintering beneath the force of the blow. The dimly lit room barely was able to outline the silhouette of the hulking man who had delivered the punch as a hand bigger than Jaime's head reached out towards him, pulling him off the ground and into the air.
"You couldn't collect so you thought what? You could just skip out of town?" The voice that belonged to man bellowed as he threw Jaime across the room, his body slapping against the wall of the warehouse before slumping to the ground. He could feel his ribs pop and fracture upon impact as tears streamed down his face and blood began to dribble from his mouth.
"No Tony it wasn't like that!" Jaime begged as Tony 'The Behemoth' Cleaver came towards him menacingly as his two massive hands reached out and hoisted Jaime back into the air.
"So what was it like? You got scared? You took the money and you hid it? You lost my men Jaime!" Tony yelled as he slammed the much smaller man against the wall.
"Metas! More of them! One moved like an animal and some other one made a truck explode." Jaime managed to spit out despite stammering like an idiot.
Tony snarled as he slowly lowered Jaime to the ground. "If you saw these Metas again, would be be able to identify them?"
"I didn't get a good look at them boss." Jaime said with a gulp realizing his life was probably at stake right now.
A low rumble escaped Tony's throat. "Get some more men, we're planning a heist. And this time don't screw it up, you owe me more money than you're worth to keep alive if you don't succeed this time. Oh and we'll you're at it, I hope you can draw out your 'metas' otherwise you're dead no matter what you do. No body lies to the Behemoth and lives to tell about it." With a loud slap to the back, Tony sent Jaime stumbling across the room before plopping himself down in an old ratty armchair. Pulling out a cigar, he lit it up blowing out a deep breath of smoke as the dim light went out.
Since we all know this needed another assassin...
"Talks like Jane Seymour, fights like Bruce Lee."
| Identity |
| Origin & Backstory |
| Character Notes |
| Powers & Abilities |
| How is this character different? |
| What is your goal with this character? |
| Sample Post |
"So you believe you're good enough to replace me?" Elaine's eyes narrowed behind her mask as she looked up at her mentor. For years she had followed every order he had ever issued but now Elaine knew it was her turn to give the orders. Drawing her blade from its sheath, she gripped it tightly as she took a step towards her Mentor. The older man smiled as he produced a long knife from within the long sleeves of his robes.
"I'm prepared to take that which I deserve." Elaine spat towards him, her cultured accent now forever embedded in her speech. She hated the way it sounded, so refined and educated but yet she had to appreciate the camouflage it provided. Like a tiger's stripes hiding it in the long grass so her accent concealed her in society as being a killer.
"Then come, take what is yours. But I will take your life if you fail to take mine." The Mentor said raising his blade as Elaine came rushing towards him, raising her blade above her head she heaved it down with all her might only to miss as the other man spun out of way. Recovering quickly, Elaine barely had enough time to parry the incoming blow from her mentor, but yet was able to twirl her blade around to knock the knife away from her ribs. Swinging her blade horizontally, the Mentor jumped back as part of his sleeve fell to the ground, Elaine's youth and speed catching up on the Mentor's age. Acknowledging the fallen sleeve with a twisted smile, Elaine rushed forward swinging madly as she bobbed and weaved around the other man's own blows yet he still was able to match her steel for steel as he raised his dagger into a blade lock, the man's strength forcing Elaine's blade above her head as he held it there. Struggling against the man, Elaine's eyes opened in fear as she realized her abdomen was completely exposed as the Mentor's knee came up winding her. Losing her balance Elaine stumbled as the the Mentor rushed her, thrusting his blade forward. Elaine stumbled to the ground, losing the grip on her sword as she failed to avoid the knife blade as it opened her side. Biting down on her lip as the burning sensation of an open wound shot up her side, Elaine pushed herself to flip backwards, landing back on her feet as she dodged the next blow from the knife. Stepping aside, Elaine caught the man's wrist and gave it a twist making him drop the knife. Kicking the blade out of reach, Elaine threw a punch towards her mentor's head only for him to counter her blow and throw one of his own. The pair went into a flurry of blows and parries as they struggled back and forth, changing tactics, Elaine made a swipe at her Mentor's feet, taking him off balance as she delivered a fist straight to his face. Blood erupted from his nose as the old man stumbled backwards only for a other fist to collided with his face, his own blood splashing into his eyes.
Not to be outdone, the Mentor produced a pistol from within his robe, firing off a volley of shots towards Elaine despite being partially blinded. Holding her side, Elaine danced out of the way of fire before retrieving her blade. Wiping, blood from his face, the Mentor went to reload only to feel sharp steel rip through his wrist as he was suddenly brought face to face with Elaine as she plunged her sword through his chest.
"London is mine." She spat in his face before pulling back and putting a heeled boot to his chest and kicking her mentor's dead body across the floor. "Assassins, you follow me now." Elaine said as she swung her blade over her shoulder and walked away.
| Identity |
Lady Elaine Marsh-Morton aka Lady Vic [Short for 'Victim']
| Origin & Backstory |
Lady Elaine Marsh-Morton was born to parents who were the current generation of a family of genuine English Aristocrats, descended from a long line of British soldiers and mercenaries. Despite the history of wealth in their family, Elaine's parents were struggling to make ends meet particularly due to a rival family's company bringing them into competition and ultimately shorting their shares and sales as well as pushing the company to the verge of bankruptcy. In a last ditch effort, Elaine's parents contacted the legendary League of Assassins to take out their competition. The League accepted the contract and the hit went off without a hitch, the only problem being that the Lord and Lady found themselves with insufficient funds to pay the League. Begging for their lives, Elaine's parents attempted one last negotiation, bartering with their daughter. From that moment on Elaine was essentially sold to the League where she was submitted to their life style and trained in their ways.
As Elaine grew, she proved to be vicious and ruthless, as though nothing in life could hold her back from accomplishing her goals. A trait which captured the attention of her mentors and allowed her to rise through the ranks at a relatively young age. Elaine seemed to thirst for the fight, and passionately threw herself into learning whatever martial art or weapon the League taught her. Elaine eventually was sent on missions of her, impressing her mentors as she didn't hesitate to kill no matter who she was sent after, young or old, woman or child, Elaine was ruthless and seemingly lacking of all compassion.
Perhaps then it should have come of no surprise that she slew her own parents when perhaps by karma's hand their number came up. Elaine didn't shed a single tear as she drove her blade through her mother, no did she cry out as she gunned her father down without batting an eyelash. With her parents gone, the League now had another use for Elaine as she was the sole heir to the Morton Estate. As such, Elaine was brought under a new training by the League as they trained her to act and blend into society as an educated Lady. Unlike combat, Elaine almost struggled against the civilized mannerisms the League attempted to indoctrinate her with. After nearly a year, the League finally deemed Elaine suitable to emerge into the society of aristocrats as she laid claim to her family home backed by the finances of the League as they restored the Estate all the while setting up a hidden base beneath the Estate in order to gain a foothold in London. By the age of twenty five, Elaine had risen through the ranks enough to challenge her mentor for the right to for control over a sect of her own. After a long and bloody battle, Lady Elaine defeated her mentor and though he begged for his life, she merely laughed in his face as she plunged her blade through his heart.
Taking the name Lady Vic, Elaine now runs the the London base while reporting to the Sensei himself. Though this sect of the League operates primarily in Europe, Lady Vic herself still accepts contracts worldwide and especially has a penchant for going after big names targets such as metahumans and other super heroes or villains. However she makes her home in London when not on assignment, directing the sect as she sees fit to ensure the League of Assassins stays a name whispered in fear and paid in cold hard cash all the while keeping their presence there, and her career a secret.
As Elaine grew, she proved to be vicious and ruthless, as though nothing in life could hold her back from accomplishing her goals. A trait which captured the attention of her mentors and allowed her to rise through the ranks at a relatively young age. Elaine seemed to thirst for the fight, and passionately threw herself into learning whatever martial art or weapon the League taught her. Elaine eventually was sent on missions of her, impressing her mentors as she didn't hesitate to kill no matter who she was sent after, young or old, woman or child, Elaine was ruthless and seemingly lacking of all compassion.
Perhaps then it should have come of no surprise that she slew her own parents when perhaps by karma's hand their number came up. Elaine didn't shed a single tear as she drove her blade through her mother, no did she cry out as she gunned her father down without batting an eyelash. With her parents gone, the League now had another use for Elaine as she was the sole heir to the Morton Estate. As such, Elaine was brought under a new training by the League as they trained her to act and blend into society as an educated Lady. Unlike combat, Elaine almost struggled against the civilized mannerisms the League attempted to indoctrinate her with. After nearly a year, the League finally deemed Elaine suitable to emerge into the society of aristocrats as she laid claim to her family home backed by the finances of the League as they restored the Estate all the while setting up a hidden base beneath the Estate in order to gain a foothold in London. By the age of twenty five, Elaine had risen through the ranks enough to challenge her mentor for the right to for control over a sect of her own. After a long and bloody battle, Lady Elaine defeated her mentor and though he begged for his life, she merely laughed in his face as she plunged her blade through his heart.
Taking the name Lady Vic, Elaine now runs the the London base while reporting to the Sensei himself. Though this sect of the League operates primarily in Europe, Lady Vic herself still accepts contracts worldwide and especially has a penchant for going after big names targets such as metahumans and other super heroes or villains. However she makes her home in London when not on assignment, directing the sect as she sees fit to ensure the League of Assassins stays a name whispered in fear and paid in cold hard cash all the while keeping their presence there, and her career a secret.
| Character Notes |
W.I.P.
| Powers & Abilities |
Lady Vic has no powers however she is an expert trained martial artists and combatant. Lady Vic is also incredible proficient with a wide variety of firearms and melee weapons having a particular inclination towards classical and historical weapons, as such she rather enjoys using flintlock pistols, swords and other archaic weaponry.
| How is this character different? |
As there is very little established canon material on Lady Vic, the character isn't necessarily different so much as more defined and developed. Alterations have been made to her backstory however to round out the character and explain why she is more deadly and efficient. As well as to fit into the Ultimate Universe as devised by Gowi and the others.
| What is your goal with this character? |
My goal with this character is to expand and elaborate in the Ultimate Universe away from some of the more major hub cities like Gotham and Metropolis. That said, I'm not against having my character travel to those cities but for the most part I may stay away from them. Depending on how my first few arcs for Lady Vic go I may send her to Gotham or some other such city for a contract in an effort to run into conflict with a bigger hero.
| Sample Post |
"So you believe you're good enough to replace me?" Elaine's eyes narrowed behind her mask as she looked up at her mentor. For years she had followed every order he had ever issued but now Elaine knew it was her turn to give the orders. Drawing her blade from its sheath, she gripped it tightly as she took a step towards her Mentor. The older man smiled as he produced a long knife from within the long sleeves of his robes.
"I'm prepared to take that which I deserve." Elaine spat towards him, her cultured accent now forever embedded in her speech. She hated the way it sounded, so refined and educated but yet she had to appreciate the camouflage it provided. Like a tiger's stripes hiding it in the long grass so her accent concealed her in society as being a killer.
"Then come, take what is yours. But I will take your life if you fail to take mine." The Mentor said raising his blade as Elaine came rushing towards him, raising her blade above her head she heaved it down with all her might only to miss as the other man spun out of way. Recovering quickly, Elaine barely had enough time to parry the incoming blow from her mentor, but yet was able to twirl her blade around to knock the knife away from her ribs. Swinging her blade horizontally, the Mentor jumped back as part of his sleeve fell to the ground, Elaine's youth and speed catching up on the Mentor's age. Acknowledging the fallen sleeve with a twisted smile, Elaine rushed forward swinging madly as she bobbed and weaved around the other man's own blows yet he still was able to match her steel for steel as he raised his dagger into a blade lock, the man's strength forcing Elaine's blade above her head as he held it there. Struggling against the man, Elaine's eyes opened in fear as she realized her abdomen was completely exposed as the Mentor's knee came up winding her. Losing her balance Elaine stumbled as the the Mentor rushed her, thrusting his blade forward. Elaine stumbled to the ground, losing the grip on her sword as she failed to avoid the knife blade as it opened her side. Biting down on her lip as the burning sensation of an open wound shot up her side, Elaine pushed herself to flip backwards, landing back on her feet as she dodged the next blow from the knife. Stepping aside, Elaine caught the man's wrist and gave it a twist making him drop the knife. Kicking the blade out of reach, Elaine threw a punch towards her mentor's head only for him to counter her blow and throw one of his own. The pair went into a flurry of blows and parries as they struggled back and forth, changing tactics, Elaine made a swipe at her Mentor's feet, taking him off balance as she delivered a fist straight to his face. Blood erupted from his nose as the old man stumbled backwards only for a other fist to collided with his face, his own blood splashing into his eyes.
Not to be outdone, the Mentor produced a pistol from within his robe, firing off a volley of shots towards Elaine despite being partially blinded. Holding her side, Elaine danced out of the way of fire before retrieving her blade. Wiping, blood from his face, the Mentor went to reload only to feel sharp steel rip through his wrist as he was suddenly brought face to face with Elaine as she plunged her sword through his chest.
"London is mine." She spat in his face before pulling back and putting a heeled boot to his chest and kicking her mentor's dead body across the floor. "Assassins, you follow me now." Elaine said as she swung her blade over her shoulder and walked away.
~Dropped Out Sorry~
Nightrunner said
Approved, cuz why not!
I was hoping for approved because it's a good sheet. But I'll be the first to admit it wasn't that well done. I'll work on my first post in a bit.
Here we go!
| NAME |
| ALIAS |
| ROLE |
| BIOGRAPHY |
| ABILITIES |
| PERSONALITY |
| APPEARANCE |
Height: 5' 10" (178 cm)
Weight: 110 lbs (49 kg.)
Eyes: Indigo
Hair: Black
| AFFILIATION |
Monks of Azaroth
Nightwing
Arsenal
Zatanna
Nightshade
| OTHER |
| NAME |
Rachel Angela Roth
| ALIAS |
Raven [Formerly: Pride]
| ROLE |
Titan
| BIOGRAPHY |
Raven is the half-breed daughter of a human mother named Arella and the interdimensional demon Trigon. She grew up in an alternate dimension called Azarath, with pacifistic inhabitants whose spiritual leader was the mystic Azar. She was taught to "control her emotions" by Azar, in order to suppress her inherited demonic powers.
During this time, Raven rarely saw her mother and grew detached from her. Upon Azar's death, Arella began the task of raising and teaching Raven. Around this same time she met her father face to face for the first time. Soon after her 16th birthday, Raven learned that Trigon planned to come to her dimension; she vowed to stop him.
Confronting Trigon, Raven was quickly overwhelmed and captured by her demon father. Imprisoning her within his realm, Trigon indoctrinated Raven, warping her mind until she took up the title of Pride, giving into her demonic side. Fully embracing her demon self as a conqueror, Pride fought among her three brothers to claim the right to become Trigon's right hand and rightful heir. Sending Pride back to Earth, Trigon instructed her to conquer and enslave the world. However Pride was very quickly meant with opposition by Earth's mightiest heroes and after a long battle was defeated. Zatanna cast the final attack against Pride which freed Raven though ultimately killed her causing Raven to once against vanish from Earth's realm.
Raven's spirit was eventually reincarnated in the body of a teenage girl by the Church of Blood a few months later. It was Nightwing who then discovered that the Church of Blood were worshipers of Raven's father, Trigon. He also found a prophecy that told of the marriage between Brother Blood and Raven that would result in Armageddon. Teaming up with Zatanna, the pair interrupted the wedding, and they managed to free Raven from the cult. During this, her body age had been reduced from 23 to 16. She then joined the Teen Titans and enrolled at a high school as "Rachel Roth" in honor of her mother's birth name, Angella Roth.
Nightwing introduced Raven to the Titans, with whom she allied herself up until she was called away by Zatanna and Nightshade to combat another magical threat. Having recently finished that mission, Raven has decided to return to the Titans.
During this time, Raven rarely saw her mother and grew detached from her. Upon Azar's death, Arella began the task of raising and teaching Raven. Around this same time she met her father face to face for the first time. Soon after her 16th birthday, Raven learned that Trigon planned to come to her dimension; she vowed to stop him.
Confronting Trigon, Raven was quickly overwhelmed and captured by her demon father. Imprisoning her within his realm, Trigon indoctrinated Raven, warping her mind until she took up the title of Pride, giving into her demonic side. Fully embracing her demon self as a conqueror, Pride fought among her three brothers to claim the right to become Trigon's right hand and rightful heir. Sending Pride back to Earth, Trigon instructed her to conquer and enslave the world. However Pride was very quickly meant with opposition by Earth's mightiest heroes and after a long battle was defeated. Zatanna cast the final attack against Pride which freed Raven though ultimately killed her causing Raven to once against vanish from Earth's realm.
Raven's spirit was eventually reincarnated in the body of a teenage girl by the Church of Blood a few months later. It was Nightwing who then discovered that the Church of Blood were worshipers of Raven's father, Trigon. He also found a prophecy that told of the marriage between Brother Blood and Raven that would result in Armageddon. Teaming up with Zatanna, the pair interrupted the wedding, and they managed to free Raven from the cult. During this, her body age had been reduced from 23 to 16. She then joined the Teen Titans and enrolled at a high school as "Rachel Roth" in honor of her mother's birth name, Angella Roth.
Nightwing introduced Raven to the Titans, with whom she allied herself up until she was called away by Zatanna and Nightshade to combat another magical threat. Having recently finished that mission, Raven has decided to return to the Titans.
| ABILITIES |
Empathy: Psionic ability of empathy, the power to absorb emotions, enabling her to feel the feelings of others.
Emotion Negation: She can also use her empathy to steal emotions from others, rendering them emotionally "numb".
Empathic Healing: She can absorb the pain of injured people to ease their suffering, and induce rapid healing. This cannot be done to major injuries.
Telekinesis: Raven has the ability to move objects with mind, Depending on the level of concentrating that Raven can lend to this, it determines her strength up to a maximum of five tonnes until full stressed concentration.
Darkness Manipulation: Raven can generate darkness from herself and project it forward to attack her enemies. This darkness normally takes the form of a giant raven.
Soul-Self: Raven can manifest her "Soul-Self" through astral projection. It normally takes the form of either her human shape or a giant raven.
Astral Projection: Through the use of her soul-self, Raven can project her consciousness into the mind, for therapeutic purposes (to aid in her own meditation, or to help calm an agitated ally), or for offensive attacks, rendering her enemies unconscious.
Teleportation: It also serves as a way to travel into other dimensions. Using her soul-self, she can teleport herself and others over vast distances.
Flight: Raven is able to fly unassisted through the use of her telekinesis. Often times she levitates instead of simply walking..
Emotion Negation: She can also use her empathy to steal emotions from others, rendering them emotionally "numb".
Empathic Healing: She can absorb the pain of injured people to ease their suffering, and induce rapid healing. This cannot be done to major injuries.
Telekinesis: Raven has the ability to move objects with mind, Depending on the level of concentrating that Raven can lend to this, it determines her strength up to a maximum of five tonnes until full stressed concentration.
Darkness Manipulation: Raven can generate darkness from herself and project it forward to attack her enemies. This darkness normally takes the form of a giant raven.
Soul-Self: Raven can manifest her "Soul-Self" through astral projection. It normally takes the form of either her human shape or a giant raven.
Astral Projection: Through the use of her soul-self, Raven can project her consciousness into the mind, for therapeutic purposes (to aid in her own meditation, or to help calm an agitated ally), or for offensive attacks, rendering her enemies unconscious.
Teleportation: It also serves as a way to travel into other dimensions. Using her soul-self, she can teleport herself and others over vast distances.
Flight: Raven is able to fly unassisted through the use of her telekinesis. Often times she levitates instead of simply walking..
| PERSONALITY |
Raven projects herself as mainly apathetic with small spikes of emotion based on her reaction to various situations. This is because her emotions can cause her powers to fluctuate and certain emotions can even trigger her demon side. Raven thus tries to keep her emotions in check often causing confusion as to her true inner state of mind. Of the emotions which Raven has trouble controlling, anger is the most prominent and often comes out as she has rather limited patience and a short fuse.
| APPEARANCE |
Height: 5' 10" (178 cm)
Weight: 110 lbs (49 kg.)
Eyes: Indigo
Hair: Black
| AFFILIATION |
Monks of Azaroth
Nightwing
Arsenal
Zatanna
Nightshade
| OTHER |
N/A
Collab between Lord Wraith and Stein
Friday October 4, 2013
Freezing as he rounded the corner, Cal's eyes could hardly believe the sight before him as the powerhouse from earlier finished off another gunman with a hard blow to the face. He felt his breathing increase as his grip on his tazer increased, his eyes darting towards the gun that lay upon the floor. Was this man friend or foe? Everything Cal had seen so far indicated that this man, who now was masked; a detail Cal was sure he wasn't before due to the shadow cast from what had to be loose strands of hair, was in fact a friend. However, the man had jumped from the balcony down to the main floor and yet here he was now, hot on Cal's trail. That seemed to make him an enemy, which meant Cal needed to be on guard. Based on what he had already seen the other individual do, there was no way Cal could take the man in a straight up fight, tazer or not, the man's speed and agility far outweighed Cal's own reaction time. But perhaps with one of his glue grenades, Cal might be able to throw the other man off and maybe even lock him down. Reaching slowly into his sack, Cal decided he had best at least make a verbal attempt to reason before coating the lower half of the man's body in a hardened adhesive.
"Are you with them?" Cal asked, trying to mask his voice, though his fear showed slightly as his tone quivered. His left hand holding his tazer forward shaking slightly as his right hand twitched anxiously inches about the first glue grenade.
Makarios narrowed his eyes, not from aggression but mainly from trying to discern what the other individual had in his hands. This person was poised to attack, but Makarios wasn't sure what he held. He instead raised his hands slowly, speaking with a low gravel that was aided by the fact that his voice felt somewhat horse. "Do you think I'd have taken this guy down if I wasn't? You went to the science department in a crisis, obviously to concoct some type of weapons, so c'mon, I know you're smarter than that." Even as Makarios spoke, he could feel his body beginning to ache. He wasn't accustomed to the effects of his necklace and it was starting to wear on his body. His body cried for rest and his mind felt a little sensitive. Raw almost. The cops were here, but it was a hostage situation, so they needed to act quickly.
"C'mon" he told the other male, noting that they were both disguised, "we need to get back to the gym. Whatever you've made better work."
Cal smiled beneath the t-shirt mask, the other man was clever as well, though obviously a lot more street smart than Cal. His fear must have slowed his thought process something terrible. Of all the things to ask, he asked the other masked man if he was with the guy he just gave a really bad headache too. C'mon Cal, get it together.
"They're glue grenades." Cal said with a smile as he relaxed. "Lets make sure this guy doesn't go anywhere when he wakes up." He added as he lobbed one of the glue filled balloons at the body. It landed with a bounce before rupturing, the liquid inside splashing over the body before it began to expand and harden, pinning the body to the floor until someone came along with a decent solvent. "Looks like they work." Cal remarked with a satisfied smile as he turned towards the gym.
"Hey you still there?" Cal said as he tapped his ear, not wanting to reveal Sam's identity before realizing it would likely be futile if they met up with her. Whatever, it wasn't like the guy beside him was going to take Cal to the police, he had a lot more to hide from where Cal was standing.
"I'm still here Cal. Did you feel the explosion, something blew up by the main entrance. A lot of gangbangers have been either wounded or killed. I honestly only think that the leader is left in the gym. Most of the students escaped but he still has a small group held hostage. I think the police are here but he's been shooting anyone who comes through the door."
"Alright, I'm on my way and I have help with me." Cal replied before bursting back out onto the auditorium's balcony. "There's a maintenance hallway back this way." Cal called back to his new ally as he motioned for him to follow him down a staircase.
Maki had to admit he was impressed by his new ally as they neared the gym. 'He thinks quickly, acts the same as well. Rebounds and seems to have a good tactic going.' Hell, it would make his job much easier.
"You have someone on the inside? Is everyone okay?" He asked the smaller male as they came up to the maintenance hallway. For a second, he paused at the doorway. If this was a type of trap, Makarios wasn't sure how much he could do. His wrestling training worked best in an open area and he couldn't bet to rely on his abilities, he was still trying to get a sure footing with them. But, the gunmen had been chasing this person, so...
'The enemy of my enemy...' he thought to himself before heading in the door.
"I got my date to safety just after the attack started." Cal replied as he began down the stairs. "Been keeping in contact with her through my umm..." He pointed to the device strapped to the underside of his wrist. "Calling it a phone wouldn't do it justice, but for simplicity's sake lets call it a phone. Anyways, it looks like the majority of the students have managed to escape however the leader has a small group held hostage in the gym." Opening the door into the maintenance hallway, Cal pulled the t-shirt off his head as he was greeted by Sam who was huddling on a chair with Cal's blazer wrapped tightly around her.
"What are you..." She began just before Cal removed his mask. "Where on earth did you get that and who is this?" Sam stood up, looking towards the man in the balaclava.
"I didn't ask, he's watched my back thus far, lets give him the benefit of the doubt." Cal replied, "The main focus right now is taking down the leader in the Fox mask. To do that we're going to need a plan." Turning to the man beneath the balaclava, Cal continued unveiling his plan. "Would you be able to evade his weapon at all? He's carrying some sort of semi-automatic but I'm hoping he's low on rounds. I can give you a few glue grenades. If you can hit his gun, it'll be useless leaving him very open to plain old physical assault." Cal held up his tazer giving it a squeeze causing the prods to arc with electricity. "And I plan to administer it with extreme prejudice. That said, if we aren't able to do that, the weight room overlooks the gym, we could try bombing him from above. But it'll take time to go back that way and around to the weight room, time in which he could kill innocents. A third option is that we both run out, he can't hit both of us and the gym is still dark, so we have that to our advantage." Turning to Sam, Cal pulled out the keys to his car and handed them to her. "I need you to go through the auditorium and out the side doors to the parking lot. Start the car and pull around to the far end of the football field. We can't leave with the rest of the students, but if I know Landon he'll hear about this on the radio and come over here. If he sees my car here he'll come looking for me, we can't have that. So Sam I need you to get the car out of there and then wait for us. Can you do that?"
Sam nodded nervously while looking back to the man in the balaclava, not sure what Cal wasn't telling her about him but choosing to trust him as she turned to him. Planting another kiss on his cheek she ran towards the door.
"Don't die, you owe me dinner still." With that she was gone as Cal turned back to his masked ally as he began to pull his own mask back on.
"So what do you want to do?"
Shifting his weight, Makarios watched the girl, Sam, leave the small space. His eyes narrowed on the male, who had now unmasked himself. He knew him! It was enough to reel him for a moment, and he had to work not to utter his name. He had to remain detached. "She's wracked with worry, but she's doing a good job of controlling it. That's a good....friend you've got there." He paused, focusing on his amulet and his body. Soreness radiated all over him, but he was still in control of his mental faculties. A headache pervaded his mind, but it was still bearable, allowing him to focus.
He took a deep breath before answering. "I think we should go with the first option. Though it's more dangerous, it's faster and we can move swiftly. But, if we're going to do it, we have to use the sandwich tactic." As Makarios spoke, he clenched his left fist, focusing on his body and mentally preparing himself for the fight ahead. "The sandwich would be you bursting, quickly drawing his fire, while I launch to the side and get in position to draw his attention from the other side, giving you the opportunity to get in close." He knew there was a better term for the tactic, but that's what they'd call it in the projects where he grew up when they would play tag. But, shaking the budding memory from his head, Makarios looked to the new ally, Caleb, from a few of his classes.
"So, I think I can draw his fire, provided I've got some room to duck and weave. Can you get in on him quickly and use one of your grenades?"
"Lets hope so." Cal replied as he popped the door to the gym open slightly. "On the count of three then?" He asked as he turned back while digging a grenade out of his satchel. "One... two... three!" He hissed as he burst out the door and ran towards the man in the fox mask. Watching the barrel of the gun flash as the gang banger recklessly pulled the trigger, Cal hit the ground rolling hoping he could count on his ally to do his part. Fox-Face chortled manically as he pulled a young girl close to him using her as a human shield all while still hammering down the trigger and releasing a volley of bullets towards Cal. Lobbing a grenade quickly towards the firearm, Cal readied another one as he realized he missed. Without being able to slow down and take a moment to aim, there was no way Cal could hit that small of a target. Looking back towards the door, he kept moving all the while hoping his ally would soon make a move.
As Caleb took off in to the gym, Makarios took a line of shallow breaths, each one sucking in more anxiety than the last. He could feel his heart rate rise. He was terrified that he would die before he even had a chance to prove that he was something. But, there were lives at stake, and he knew he could help. "C'mon!" he growled to his amulet, before slapping his hand over his chest and feeling surge of power erupt from his body. He knew that wasn't a good thing, it meant he was losing control slightly, but that was a worry for another time. He felt the energy flow up and around him, like an aura-filled fountain, each drop bringing the essence of the animal in his mind. His pupils expanded and contracted, his breathing leveled out and then shot up again. He extended his fingertips, feeling the very air around him pulse slightly and he took off running.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Cal muttered as he waited on the planned distraction, bullets bit into the floor where he was standing nearly grazing Cal as he not so gracefully fell aside, sliding across the floor. Scrambling to get to his feet, Cal rolled to the side as more bullets came in. Landing on his chest, Cal pushed himself up, rolling backwards before finally coming back on to his feet. Jumping over the DJ table, Cal put all his strength into tipping it as he dropped down behind it, taking cover and catching his breath. "Anytime now would be good." He said to himself as splinters exploded around him as the gunfire began to rip through the table.
Makarios burst from the doors, the essence of the Cat enveloping him. Things seemed more vivid and slightly slower. He picked up a stray shoe, taking a brief moment to aim at the man in the fox mask, aptly focusing on his new ally, and chucked the shoe full speed. The shoe smacked him in the chest, enough to draw his attention to Makarios, who had already darted to the side. His eye caught site of the giant fan in the corner of the room, used to air out and cool the gym down. An idea forming in his head, Makarios leaped behind it as the bullets began to fire. He pressed his back to the fan, trying to find the switch without moving too much. He flicked it, the whirring sound growing louder by the second and dodged out to the side, narrowly missing a bullet to the head. His cat reflexes sent him spiraling back, his body moving on instinct. Even in the midst of battle, Makarios felt a touch of ecstasy in his movements. He kept low and ran fast, ducking, weaving and sliding to confuse his enemy. He was putting on a bit of a show, keeping all eyes on him, while his friend got in close. Finally, he made his way over to the side of the gym quickly pulling down on the string that held the net of balloons for the dance up, that had no doubt been slated to be released around this time anyway. The balloons fell in a flurry, obscuring Makarios from view and the fan acted as a further distraction as it blew them around and towards the man in the fox mask.
Makarios never stopped moving, his body twisting this way and that, the epitome of flexibility and agility. But he could feel the strain of the amulet and he knew his partner would have to act fast.
The gunfire suddenly stopped, at least in Cal's direction as the gym was suddenly filled with balloons falling from all directions as the large fan kept them afloat in the air. Loud popping sounds echoed in the large room as bullets ripped through the inflated balloons as the gun man tried to take out Cal's ally no doubt believing the Cal himself was likely dead at this point. A few of the bullets had nearly grazed him, and while there were definitely a multitude of tiny slivers embedded in Cal's skin, he was otherwise unharmed, exhausted but primarily unharmed. Groaning as he pushed himself to his feet, Cal weaved through the balloons as he closed the gap between Fox Face and himself, raising the glue grenade and throwing it with all his might as it collided with the gun, coating it in goo which promptly hardened and rendered the weapon useless.
Makarios found himself suddenly on the ground, hands over his head, as the last bullet was fired. He had survived...for the most part. He brought his hand down and felt a warm liquid beginning to flow from his side, where a bullet had only grazed him. "Fuckitall!" he growled. He couldn't feel the pain yet, but he knew it was coming, he just needed to take out the fox-faced man.
The gym suddenly fell silent save for the sound of the fan's whirling blades and the steady drop of rubber hitting the ground. Fox Face tossed the weapon to the ground as it landed with a loud 'thud'. Pushing away his hostages, the man with the mask approached Cal before looking towards Makarios and then back at Cal.
"How about we do this mano-a-mano?" The mask almost seemed to smile as Cal suddenly found himself surrounded by a multitude of Fox Face's as he spoke again. "A-mano-a-mano-a-mano!" He ended with a shrieking laughter as suddenly he and all his duplicates went into a frenzied run as they dashed every which way. Cal found himself hit from both sides as his feet left the ground and he hit the ground hard. Rolling to his feet, his head began to spin as he felt a warm wet liquid running down his face. Apparently he had hit the ground a lot harder than he had thought.
Makarios watched as the fox-faced became....well more fox-faces. He rushed to scramble to his feet as Cal was surrounded and clearly outnumbered, but as he stepped, he felt pain shoot through him. Apparently, his wound was going to make it's dramatic pain entrance at this very moment. Regardless, he bit his lip and moved quickly to meet up with Cal.
Swiping out blindly with his tazer, Cal's lips twisted into a satisfied smile as he struck a Fox Face only to frown as the victim of his tazer melted away into mist. Blocking an attack from another, Cal made his way towards Makarios as the Fox Faces suddenly stopped moving and surrounded the pair.
"I've played this level." Cal said dryly. "Watch for the one who moves first!"
With narrowed eyes, Makarios let out another growl, facing their opponents. There was something about them that wasn't right. It wasn't a visual stimuli he was picking up on, but something else. He couldn't quite hone in on what it was, but unlike an actual video game, they didn't have a pause screen and the internet to fall back on at this moment. The situation really reeked of an impasse or them dead.
That was it! "Reek..." Makarios muttered to himself. "That's what they don't have...they don't have a scent! But..." Makarios whirled around and lunged, tackling one in particular "you smell like shit." At that moment, it seemed like his head would burst. He'd been holding on to an animal for too long and his mind couldn't take the vulnerability tied to it. His vision began to blur and his sight slipped in and out. But, he wrestled with his foe nonetheless.
Breathing a sign of relief as the apparitions of the man vanished as his comrade took a hold of the real Fox Face, Cal lunged forward and delivered three quick jabs of his tazer into the side of the masked man watching as he dropped from his ally's hands to the ground, flopping about like a dazed fish.
"C'mon, the police will be coming any second now." Cal stated as he put a shoulder under one of the man's arms to help support him. Tapping his ear, Cal opened the channel to Sam. "Sam, we're on our way out. Open the top, I have a feeling we won't have time for doors." Looking over at the main gym doors, Cal saw the police suddenly enter in full SWAT gear. Looking at the balaclava on his ally's face and then having the dawning horror that his own face was masked, Cal suddenly began to move towards the maintenance hallway as fast as he could with his friend in tow. "Hope you can hold your breath." Cal said as he took a deep breath of his own and pulled out the vial he had made last. Tossing it over his shoulder, it collided with the ground, cracking open as its contents billowed into the air a thick fog coating the gym. The first few officers into it suddenly fell to the ground, passed out from the fumes while the others retreated.
Pushing through the school, Cal took every short cut he knew from the blueprints until he and his masked friend burst onto the football field. Across the green grass, he could see the headlights of his Volvo waiting as he began to struggle to support the larger man on his shoulders. Ripping his mask off his face again, Cal tucked the t-shirt in his back pocket as he gasped for air from the suffocating fabric. Pushing himself on his reserve strength Cal finally made it across the field as he turned to his companion.
"Did you need a lift? I can drop you anywhere you'd like."
Makarios could feel his consciousness slipping away as he hobbled along with his new-found comrade, thankful for his support. The wound in conjunction with his mental exhaustion was weighing on him rather quickly as they hit the football field. Even while they were walking, Makarios couldn't help but notice the other male's quick thinking. What had the solution been and how could he have possibly made it in such a short time? Makarios was sure that Caleb had only been in the classroom lab for all of five minutes, if that.
As they neared the vehicle, Makarios felt relief wash over him, realizing that this hectic night was coming to a close. He reached up to pull his mask off, before hesitating. But why? This man had just saved his life and he his. Weren't they past the point of secrecy. Caleb had enough respect to show him his face, why couldn't Makarios do the same?
'Because you're a coward.'
The thought, in his father's voice, hit him worse than anything tonight did. He couldn't show his face because he was scared, and that type of fear was something he couldn't just grit his teeth at and storm through it, regardless of suffering or bodily affliction. It staggered him.
'You're just like me.'
"Like hell I am!" Makarios swore to himself before stopping in front of the vehicle, standing on his own two feet and ripping off his mask for the pair before him to see. He ran a hand through his matted hair, looking each of them in the eye. "Yeah," he began with a huff. His breathing was still slightly labored, "I really could use a lift, if you wouldn't mind. I don't...I know I wouldn't be able to get there on my own feet."
With a nod, Cal opened the door, allowing the man who he recognized as Makarios Lillis to take the passenger seat while Cal slid into the back behind Sam. As soon as both men were in the car, Sam punched it into gear just as flashlights began to light up the football field. With the sound of screeching rubber, the black car took off down the winding roads towards Thistle Park as the sounds of sirens grew distant until all that could be heard was the cold night air whistling over the car as it blew around the hair of those inside it. Exhausted and tired Cal was nearly asleep by the time they dropped Makarios off. Nearly twenty minutes later, Sam and Cal arrived back at their condo as Cal escorted Sam home. Her parents were worried sick as they opened the door overwhelmed to see Sam alive and unharmed, so much so that they didn't notice Cal's own condition as he bid them all good night and went back to his own suite. Opening the door, Cal was surprised to find that Landon wasn't home. Checking his missed notifications on Glitch, Cal nodded Landon had called more than likely worried, giving him a quick call back, Cal explained the situation briefly and how he had made it home, though leaving out the parts about playing hero and escaping as a fugitive. Collapsing onto his bed, Cal barely had time to think about closing his eyes before he sank into a deep slumber.
Friday October 4, 2013
Freezing as he rounded the corner, Cal's eyes could hardly believe the sight before him as the powerhouse from earlier finished off another gunman with a hard blow to the face. He felt his breathing increase as his grip on his tazer increased, his eyes darting towards the gun that lay upon the floor. Was this man friend or foe? Everything Cal had seen so far indicated that this man, who now was masked; a detail Cal was sure he wasn't before due to the shadow cast from what had to be loose strands of hair, was in fact a friend. However, the man had jumped from the balcony down to the main floor and yet here he was now, hot on Cal's trail. That seemed to make him an enemy, which meant Cal needed to be on guard. Based on what he had already seen the other individual do, there was no way Cal could take the man in a straight up fight, tazer or not, the man's speed and agility far outweighed Cal's own reaction time. But perhaps with one of his glue grenades, Cal might be able to throw the other man off and maybe even lock him down. Reaching slowly into his sack, Cal decided he had best at least make a verbal attempt to reason before coating the lower half of the man's body in a hardened adhesive.
"Are you with them?" Cal asked, trying to mask his voice, though his fear showed slightly as his tone quivered. His left hand holding his tazer forward shaking slightly as his right hand twitched anxiously inches about the first glue grenade.
Makarios narrowed his eyes, not from aggression but mainly from trying to discern what the other individual had in his hands. This person was poised to attack, but Makarios wasn't sure what he held. He instead raised his hands slowly, speaking with a low gravel that was aided by the fact that his voice felt somewhat horse. "Do you think I'd have taken this guy down if I wasn't? You went to the science department in a crisis, obviously to concoct some type of weapons, so c'mon, I know you're smarter than that." Even as Makarios spoke, he could feel his body beginning to ache. He wasn't accustomed to the effects of his necklace and it was starting to wear on his body. His body cried for rest and his mind felt a little sensitive. Raw almost. The cops were here, but it was a hostage situation, so they needed to act quickly.
"C'mon" he told the other male, noting that they were both disguised, "we need to get back to the gym. Whatever you've made better work."
Cal smiled beneath the t-shirt mask, the other man was clever as well, though obviously a lot more street smart than Cal. His fear must have slowed his thought process something terrible. Of all the things to ask, he asked the other masked man if he was with the guy he just gave a really bad headache too. C'mon Cal, get it together.
"They're glue grenades." Cal said with a smile as he relaxed. "Lets make sure this guy doesn't go anywhere when he wakes up." He added as he lobbed one of the glue filled balloons at the body. It landed with a bounce before rupturing, the liquid inside splashing over the body before it began to expand and harden, pinning the body to the floor until someone came along with a decent solvent. "Looks like they work." Cal remarked with a satisfied smile as he turned towards the gym.
"Hey you still there?" Cal said as he tapped his ear, not wanting to reveal Sam's identity before realizing it would likely be futile if they met up with her. Whatever, it wasn't like the guy beside him was going to take Cal to the police, he had a lot more to hide from where Cal was standing.
"I'm still here Cal. Did you feel the explosion, something blew up by the main entrance. A lot of gangbangers have been either wounded or killed. I honestly only think that the leader is left in the gym. Most of the students escaped but he still has a small group held hostage. I think the police are here but he's been shooting anyone who comes through the door."
"Alright, I'm on my way and I have help with me." Cal replied before bursting back out onto the auditorium's balcony. "There's a maintenance hallway back this way." Cal called back to his new ally as he motioned for him to follow him down a staircase.
Maki had to admit he was impressed by his new ally as they neared the gym. 'He thinks quickly, acts the same as well. Rebounds and seems to have a good tactic going.' Hell, it would make his job much easier.
"You have someone on the inside? Is everyone okay?" He asked the smaller male as they came up to the maintenance hallway. For a second, he paused at the doorway. If this was a type of trap, Makarios wasn't sure how much he could do. His wrestling training worked best in an open area and he couldn't bet to rely on his abilities, he was still trying to get a sure footing with them. But, the gunmen had been chasing this person, so...
'The enemy of my enemy...' he thought to himself before heading in the door.
"I got my date to safety just after the attack started." Cal replied as he began down the stairs. "Been keeping in contact with her through my umm..." He pointed to the device strapped to the underside of his wrist. "Calling it a phone wouldn't do it justice, but for simplicity's sake lets call it a phone. Anyways, it looks like the majority of the students have managed to escape however the leader has a small group held hostage in the gym." Opening the door into the maintenance hallway, Cal pulled the t-shirt off his head as he was greeted by Sam who was huddling on a chair with Cal's blazer wrapped tightly around her.
"What are you..." She began just before Cal removed his mask. "Where on earth did you get that and who is this?" Sam stood up, looking towards the man in the balaclava.
"I didn't ask, he's watched my back thus far, lets give him the benefit of the doubt." Cal replied, "The main focus right now is taking down the leader in the Fox mask. To do that we're going to need a plan." Turning to the man beneath the balaclava, Cal continued unveiling his plan. "Would you be able to evade his weapon at all? He's carrying some sort of semi-automatic but I'm hoping he's low on rounds. I can give you a few glue grenades. If you can hit his gun, it'll be useless leaving him very open to plain old physical assault." Cal held up his tazer giving it a squeeze causing the prods to arc with electricity. "And I plan to administer it with extreme prejudice. That said, if we aren't able to do that, the weight room overlooks the gym, we could try bombing him from above. But it'll take time to go back that way and around to the weight room, time in which he could kill innocents. A third option is that we both run out, he can't hit both of us and the gym is still dark, so we have that to our advantage." Turning to Sam, Cal pulled out the keys to his car and handed them to her. "I need you to go through the auditorium and out the side doors to the parking lot. Start the car and pull around to the far end of the football field. We can't leave with the rest of the students, but if I know Landon he'll hear about this on the radio and come over here. If he sees my car here he'll come looking for me, we can't have that. So Sam I need you to get the car out of there and then wait for us. Can you do that?"
Sam nodded nervously while looking back to the man in the balaclava, not sure what Cal wasn't telling her about him but choosing to trust him as she turned to him. Planting another kiss on his cheek she ran towards the door.
"Don't die, you owe me dinner still." With that she was gone as Cal turned back to his masked ally as he began to pull his own mask back on.
"So what do you want to do?"
Shifting his weight, Makarios watched the girl, Sam, leave the small space. His eyes narrowed on the male, who had now unmasked himself. He knew him! It was enough to reel him for a moment, and he had to work not to utter his name. He had to remain detached. "She's wracked with worry, but she's doing a good job of controlling it. That's a good....friend you've got there." He paused, focusing on his amulet and his body. Soreness radiated all over him, but he was still in control of his mental faculties. A headache pervaded his mind, but it was still bearable, allowing him to focus.
He took a deep breath before answering. "I think we should go with the first option. Though it's more dangerous, it's faster and we can move swiftly. But, if we're going to do it, we have to use the sandwich tactic." As Makarios spoke, he clenched his left fist, focusing on his body and mentally preparing himself for the fight ahead. "The sandwich would be you bursting, quickly drawing his fire, while I launch to the side and get in position to draw his attention from the other side, giving you the opportunity to get in close." He knew there was a better term for the tactic, but that's what they'd call it in the projects where he grew up when they would play tag. But, shaking the budding memory from his head, Makarios looked to the new ally, Caleb, from a few of his classes.
"So, I think I can draw his fire, provided I've got some room to duck and weave. Can you get in on him quickly and use one of your grenades?"
"Lets hope so." Cal replied as he popped the door to the gym open slightly. "On the count of three then?" He asked as he turned back while digging a grenade out of his satchel. "One... two... three!" He hissed as he burst out the door and ran towards the man in the fox mask. Watching the barrel of the gun flash as the gang banger recklessly pulled the trigger, Cal hit the ground rolling hoping he could count on his ally to do his part. Fox-Face chortled manically as he pulled a young girl close to him using her as a human shield all while still hammering down the trigger and releasing a volley of bullets towards Cal. Lobbing a grenade quickly towards the firearm, Cal readied another one as he realized he missed. Without being able to slow down and take a moment to aim, there was no way Cal could hit that small of a target. Looking back towards the door, he kept moving all the while hoping his ally would soon make a move.
As Caleb took off in to the gym, Makarios took a line of shallow breaths, each one sucking in more anxiety than the last. He could feel his heart rate rise. He was terrified that he would die before he even had a chance to prove that he was something. But, there were lives at stake, and he knew he could help. "C'mon!" he growled to his amulet, before slapping his hand over his chest and feeling surge of power erupt from his body. He knew that wasn't a good thing, it meant he was losing control slightly, but that was a worry for another time. He felt the energy flow up and around him, like an aura-filled fountain, each drop bringing the essence of the animal in his mind. His pupils expanded and contracted, his breathing leveled out and then shot up again. He extended his fingertips, feeling the very air around him pulse slightly and he took off running.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Cal muttered as he waited on the planned distraction, bullets bit into the floor where he was standing nearly grazing Cal as he not so gracefully fell aside, sliding across the floor. Scrambling to get to his feet, Cal rolled to the side as more bullets came in. Landing on his chest, Cal pushed himself up, rolling backwards before finally coming back on to his feet. Jumping over the DJ table, Cal put all his strength into tipping it as he dropped down behind it, taking cover and catching his breath. "Anytime now would be good." He said to himself as splinters exploded around him as the gunfire began to rip through the table.
Makarios burst from the doors, the essence of the Cat enveloping him. Things seemed more vivid and slightly slower. He picked up a stray shoe, taking a brief moment to aim at the man in the fox mask, aptly focusing on his new ally, and chucked the shoe full speed. The shoe smacked him in the chest, enough to draw his attention to Makarios, who had already darted to the side. His eye caught site of the giant fan in the corner of the room, used to air out and cool the gym down. An idea forming in his head, Makarios leaped behind it as the bullets began to fire. He pressed his back to the fan, trying to find the switch without moving too much. He flicked it, the whirring sound growing louder by the second and dodged out to the side, narrowly missing a bullet to the head. His cat reflexes sent him spiraling back, his body moving on instinct. Even in the midst of battle, Makarios felt a touch of ecstasy in his movements. He kept low and ran fast, ducking, weaving and sliding to confuse his enemy. He was putting on a bit of a show, keeping all eyes on him, while his friend got in close. Finally, he made his way over to the side of the gym quickly pulling down on the string that held the net of balloons for the dance up, that had no doubt been slated to be released around this time anyway. The balloons fell in a flurry, obscuring Makarios from view and the fan acted as a further distraction as it blew them around and towards the man in the fox mask.
Makarios never stopped moving, his body twisting this way and that, the epitome of flexibility and agility. But he could feel the strain of the amulet and he knew his partner would have to act fast.
The gunfire suddenly stopped, at least in Cal's direction as the gym was suddenly filled with balloons falling from all directions as the large fan kept them afloat in the air. Loud popping sounds echoed in the large room as bullets ripped through the inflated balloons as the gun man tried to take out Cal's ally no doubt believing the Cal himself was likely dead at this point. A few of the bullets had nearly grazed him, and while there were definitely a multitude of tiny slivers embedded in Cal's skin, he was otherwise unharmed, exhausted but primarily unharmed. Groaning as he pushed himself to his feet, Cal weaved through the balloons as he closed the gap between Fox Face and himself, raising the glue grenade and throwing it with all his might as it collided with the gun, coating it in goo which promptly hardened and rendered the weapon useless.
Makarios found himself suddenly on the ground, hands over his head, as the last bullet was fired. He had survived...for the most part. He brought his hand down and felt a warm liquid beginning to flow from his side, where a bullet had only grazed him. "Fuckitall!" he growled. He couldn't feel the pain yet, but he knew it was coming, he just needed to take out the fox-faced man.
The gym suddenly fell silent save for the sound of the fan's whirling blades and the steady drop of rubber hitting the ground. Fox Face tossed the weapon to the ground as it landed with a loud 'thud'. Pushing away his hostages, the man with the mask approached Cal before looking towards Makarios and then back at Cal.
"How about we do this mano-a-mano?" The mask almost seemed to smile as Cal suddenly found himself surrounded by a multitude of Fox Face's as he spoke again. "A-mano-a-mano-a-mano!" He ended with a shrieking laughter as suddenly he and all his duplicates went into a frenzied run as they dashed every which way. Cal found himself hit from both sides as his feet left the ground and he hit the ground hard. Rolling to his feet, his head began to spin as he felt a warm wet liquid running down his face. Apparently he had hit the ground a lot harder than he had thought.
Makarios watched as the fox-faced became....well more fox-faces. He rushed to scramble to his feet as Cal was surrounded and clearly outnumbered, but as he stepped, he felt pain shoot through him. Apparently, his wound was going to make it's dramatic pain entrance at this very moment. Regardless, he bit his lip and moved quickly to meet up with Cal.
Swiping out blindly with his tazer, Cal's lips twisted into a satisfied smile as he struck a Fox Face only to frown as the victim of his tazer melted away into mist. Blocking an attack from another, Cal made his way towards Makarios as the Fox Faces suddenly stopped moving and surrounded the pair.
"I've played this level." Cal said dryly. "Watch for the one who moves first!"
With narrowed eyes, Makarios let out another growl, facing their opponents. There was something about them that wasn't right. It wasn't a visual stimuli he was picking up on, but something else. He couldn't quite hone in on what it was, but unlike an actual video game, they didn't have a pause screen and the internet to fall back on at this moment. The situation really reeked of an impasse or them dead.
That was it! "Reek..." Makarios muttered to himself. "That's what they don't have...they don't have a scent! But..." Makarios whirled around and lunged, tackling one in particular "you smell like shit." At that moment, it seemed like his head would burst. He'd been holding on to an animal for too long and his mind couldn't take the vulnerability tied to it. His vision began to blur and his sight slipped in and out. But, he wrestled with his foe nonetheless.
Breathing a sign of relief as the apparitions of the man vanished as his comrade took a hold of the real Fox Face, Cal lunged forward and delivered three quick jabs of his tazer into the side of the masked man watching as he dropped from his ally's hands to the ground, flopping about like a dazed fish.
"C'mon, the police will be coming any second now." Cal stated as he put a shoulder under one of the man's arms to help support him. Tapping his ear, Cal opened the channel to Sam. "Sam, we're on our way out. Open the top, I have a feeling we won't have time for doors." Looking over at the main gym doors, Cal saw the police suddenly enter in full SWAT gear. Looking at the balaclava on his ally's face and then having the dawning horror that his own face was masked, Cal suddenly began to move towards the maintenance hallway as fast as he could with his friend in tow. "Hope you can hold your breath." Cal said as he took a deep breath of his own and pulled out the vial he had made last. Tossing it over his shoulder, it collided with the ground, cracking open as its contents billowed into the air a thick fog coating the gym. The first few officers into it suddenly fell to the ground, passed out from the fumes while the others retreated.
Pushing through the school, Cal took every short cut he knew from the blueprints until he and his masked friend burst onto the football field. Across the green grass, he could see the headlights of his Volvo waiting as he began to struggle to support the larger man on his shoulders. Ripping his mask off his face again, Cal tucked the t-shirt in his back pocket as he gasped for air from the suffocating fabric. Pushing himself on his reserve strength Cal finally made it across the field as he turned to his companion.
"Did you need a lift? I can drop you anywhere you'd like."
Makarios could feel his consciousness slipping away as he hobbled along with his new-found comrade, thankful for his support. The wound in conjunction with his mental exhaustion was weighing on him rather quickly as they hit the football field. Even while they were walking, Makarios couldn't help but notice the other male's quick thinking. What had the solution been and how could he have possibly made it in such a short time? Makarios was sure that Caleb had only been in the classroom lab for all of five minutes, if that.
As they neared the vehicle, Makarios felt relief wash over him, realizing that this hectic night was coming to a close. He reached up to pull his mask off, before hesitating. But why? This man had just saved his life and he his. Weren't they past the point of secrecy. Caleb had enough respect to show him his face, why couldn't Makarios do the same?
'Because you're a coward.'
The thought, in his father's voice, hit him worse than anything tonight did. He couldn't show his face because he was scared, and that type of fear was something he couldn't just grit his teeth at and storm through it, regardless of suffering or bodily affliction. It staggered him.
'You're just like me.'
"Like hell I am!" Makarios swore to himself before stopping in front of the vehicle, standing on his own two feet and ripping off his mask for the pair before him to see. He ran a hand through his matted hair, looking each of them in the eye. "Yeah," he began with a huff. His breathing was still slightly labored, "I really could use a lift, if you wouldn't mind. I don't...I know I wouldn't be able to get there on my own feet."
With a nod, Cal opened the door, allowing the man who he recognized as Makarios Lillis to take the passenger seat while Cal slid into the back behind Sam. As soon as both men were in the car, Sam punched it into gear just as flashlights began to light up the football field. With the sound of screeching rubber, the black car took off down the winding roads towards Thistle Park as the sounds of sirens grew distant until all that could be heard was the cold night air whistling over the car as it blew around the hair of those inside it. Exhausted and tired Cal was nearly asleep by the time they dropped Makarios off. Nearly twenty minutes later, Sam and Cal arrived back at their condo as Cal escorted Sam home. Her parents were worried sick as they opened the door overwhelmed to see Sam alive and unharmed, so much so that they didn't notice Cal's own condition as he bid them all good night and went back to his own suite. Opening the door, Cal was surprised to find that Landon wasn't home. Checking his missed notifications on Glitch, Cal nodded Landon had called more than likely worried, giving him a quick call back, Cal explained the situation briefly and how he had made it home, though leaving out the parts about playing hero and escaping as a fugitive. Collapsing onto his bed, Cal barely had time to think about closing his eyes before he sank into a deep slumber.
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