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I totally get that. No pressure on my end, I don't mind the wait.
Posted!
I imagined this was the last of the training, but that Wildcat maybe had a few words to say about the team's performance? Maybe it was good. Maybe it was bad. :)
Will see about getting you a reply.
R A V A G E R
R O S E W I L S O N ◼ F E B R U A R Y 1 4 , 1 9 9 2 ( 2 5 ) ◼ M E T A H U M A N / G A D G E T E E R
"I may be a loose cannon, but you know I'm a damn good."
▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
"Can I remind everyone again, what complete crap this is?"
//STATS:
//DESCRIPTION:
◼ HEIGHT | 5'-6"
◼ WEIGHT | 112 lbs
◼ BUILD | Athletic
◼ HAIR COLOR | White
◼ EYE COLOR | Greenish-Blue
◼ PERSONALITY | Rose Wilson is a proud rebel. She disobeys orders often, and likes making sarcastic comments. Rose likes to have the last words in. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and makes it obvious when she doesn’t like someone. But Rose hides her insecurity. She never really knows her place, so she moves around a lot. The only place she is really comfortable is in combat. But the one thing she knows for sure is that she is a good person.
Rose is a little psychotic, but not to the insane level. She knows her limits. She is intelligent, but also reacts quick, sometimes before the situations is fully thought through. The one thing she wants most is to be accepted for who she is, and she refuses to change her ways. She is flirtatious, and very emotional. Mostly in the pleasure and anger department.
◼ WEIGHT | 112 lbs
◼ BUILD | Athletic
◼ HAIR COLOR | White
◼ EYE COLOR | Greenish-Blue
◼ PERSONALITY | Rose Wilson is a proud rebel. She disobeys orders often, and likes making sarcastic comments. Rose likes to have the last words in. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and makes it obvious when she doesn’t like someone. But Rose hides her insecurity. She never really knows her place, so she moves around a lot. The only place she is really comfortable is in combat. But the one thing she knows for sure is that she is a good person.
Rose is a little psychotic, but not to the insane level. She knows her limits. She is intelligent, but also reacts quick, sometimes before the situations is fully thought through. The one thing she wants most is to be accepted for who she is, and she refuses to change her ways. She is flirtatious, and very emotional. Mostly in the pleasure and anger department.
//DESCRIPTION:
Rose Wilson is a thin, tall, muscular woman with fair skin. Her eye is a brilliant greenish-blue. She only has her right eye, because the left was damaged by her father in order to intimidate Nightwing into training her. Due to her abilities and injury the left eye is 'blind', rendering it white and pupil-less. Rose wore a white eye patch over the missing eye in her youth, but will only cover her eye now if necessary for covert or subtle affairs. Described by many as attractive, she has jarring silver hair inherited from her father's genetic mutations that is long, and reaches her mid-back. In terms of clothing, Rose generally can be found wearing her Ravager armor when on mission but off duty prefers to relax in shorts and tank tops. She can dress up when needed but prefers to dress comfortably.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
"I can't use the gun. Give me your sword."
Rose's origin begins in Cambodia, where she lived with her mother Lillian. Ten years prior, the mercenary known as Slade Wilson had laid with Lillian Worth. Returning after a decade, Slade and a group of allies came to the brothel where Lillian had operated in order to complete her extraction. However, one of the soldiers discovered Rose, and the girl shot him out of fear when the man tried to catch her. Intervening at the sight of Rose's silver hair caught his eye, Slade's confident, Wintergreen attempted to calm Rose only for Slade to look on, exchanging a knowing look with Wintergreen.
Over the years, Rose decided to follow in Slade's footsteps, study his tactics and trained under Slade himself to further hone her skills. However, Slade eventually decided his own training was insufficient and that he wanted more for his daughter. He wanted her to have a life, one with purpose but without the blood stains. So Slade turned to one of the most recurring thorns in his side, abducting the hero known as Nightwing and coercing him into training Rose everything he knew. It wasn't without sacrifice on Rose's part however, as it took Slade taking her eye in order to convince Nightwing to accept Slade's deal, least the world's deadliest assassin kill his own daughter before the former Boy Wonder's eyes.
Following Nightwing's training, Rose did the unexpected and betrayed Slade. Teaming up with Nightwing to take down her father, the pair overthrew Slade who unfortunately managed to escape, having anticipated the entire event. Feeling manipulated and abandoned by her father, Rose took up the name Ravager out of spite and set out to make a name for herself. Working two jobs, during the day, Rose took a job as a club bouncer, while in the rest of her time, she followed her father's example taking work as a mercenary. Unlike Deathstroke however, Rose's contracts consisted of stopping other hitmen from killing their targets.
Eventually catching the attention of Timothy Drake, the then-current Robin and leader of the Teen Titans, Drake extends an invitation to Rose to join the team. Hesitant to accept, Rose eventually reluctantly takes the offer after her former mentor, Nightwing tracks Rose down in at a strip club in Blüdhaven. Travelling to the team's newest headquarters in San Francisco, Rose did her best to settle in. But the revelation of who her father was, along with his relationship with past Titan teams did little to cement trust in the other Titans. Despite eventually earning the trust of others on the team, the constantly rotating roster of the Titans took its toll on Rose who already had abandonment issues. The final straw for Rose is the departure of her close friend and occasional paramour, Eddie Bloomberg who was forced to depart the team after the lost of his own abilities.
Striking out on her own, Rose spent the rest of her teenage years making a name for herself. Acting a something of a rougher hero, Rose took on missions that were often swept under the rug due to not being in the public eye. Cracking human trafficking rings and drug cartels, Rose spent numerous years in South America and aboard before finally being approached by the Justice League. Uncertain of the offer at first, Rose eventually realized that if the League was approaching her, they must have more confidence in her abilities and stability than she herself did. And that was exactly the kind of support that Rose needed in her life.
Over the years, Rose decided to follow in Slade's footsteps, study his tactics and trained under Slade himself to further hone her skills. However, Slade eventually decided his own training was insufficient and that he wanted more for his daughter. He wanted her to have a life, one with purpose but without the blood stains. So Slade turned to one of the most recurring thorns in his side, abducting the hero known as Nightwing and coercing him into training Rose everything he knew. It wasn't without sacrifice on Rose's part however, as it took Slade taking her eye in order to convince Nightwing to accept Slade's deal, least the world's deadliest assassin kill his own daughter before the former Boy Wonder's eyes.
Following Nightwing's training, Rose did the unexpected and betrayed Slade. Teaming up with Nightwing to take down her father, the pair overthrew Slade who unfortunately managed to escape, having anticipated the entire event. Feeling manipulated and abandoned by her father, Rose took up the name Ravager out of spite and set out to make a name for herself. Working two jobs, during the day, Rose took a job as a club bouncer, while in the rest of her time, she followed her father's example taking work as a mercenary. Unlike Deathstroke however, Rose's contracts consisted of stopping other hitmen from killing their targets.
Eventually catching the attention of Timothy Drake, the then-current Robin and leader of the Teen Titans, Drake extends an invitation to Rose to join the team. Hesitant to accept, Rose eventually reluctantly takes the offer after her former mentor, Nightwing tracks Rose down in at a strip club in Blüdhaven. Travelling to the team's newest headquarters in San Francisco, Rose did her best to settle in. But the revelation of who her father was, along with his relationship with past Titan teams did little to cement trust in the other Titans. Despite eventually earning the trust of others on the team, the constantly rotating roster of the Titans took its toll on Rose who already had abandonment issues. The final straw for Rose is the departure of her close friend and occasional paramour, Eddie Bloomberg who was forced to depart the team after the lost of his own abilities.
Striking out on her own, Rose spent the rest of her teenage years making a name for herself. Acting a something of a rougher hero, Rose took on missions that were often swept under the rug due to not being in the public eye. Cracking human trafficking rings and drug cartels, Rose spent numerous years in South America and aboard before finally being approached by the Justice League. Uncertain of the offer at first, Rose eventually realized that if the League was approaching her, they must have more confidence in her abilities and stability than she herself did. And that was exactly the kind of support that Rose needed in her life.
▼ A T T R I B U T E S:
"What's a girl gotta do to get in a proper brawl around here?"
// ABILITIES:
// SKILLS:
// WEAKNESSES:
// CHARACTER EVOLUTION:
◼ ENHANCED MENTAL CAPACITIES | Rose inherited her father's metagene, an "unlocked mind." Unlike Deathstroke, Rose's mind takes in large amounts of information, and condenses it all into a probability assessment with a margin of error that she perceives as a vision. She then takes steps to keep her vision from coming to pass. Her powers also occasionally trigger in her sleep.
As part of her enhanced mental capacities, Rose has latent psionic tendencies and is able to communicate telepathically with those she bonds with. Furthermore, this grants her immunity to having her mind invaded or controlled by other telepaths and in particular her brother Joseph.
◼ PRECOGNITION | Rose's powers include limited precognition. She is sometimes able to use her precognitive abilities to 'see' her opponent's next moves, mainly when her adrenaline is running. Rose is sometimes able to use her precognitive abilities to "see" her own immediate future, although her visions come and go. These precognitive abilities may blossom into much more in the future.
◼ POWER DAMPENING | Rose's metagene causes her to dampen and reduce the effectiveness of another metahuman's abilities. In particular, this talent seems to specifically target metahumans which possess invulnerability allowing Rose to be able to deliver attacks and indeed wound those who normally would not be felled by conventional weapons.
◼ ENHANCED ATTRIBUTES | Through her father's genetics, Rose inherited the effects of the serum administered to her father, Slade Wilson. This essentially turned her into a super soldier. Her strength, speed, reflexes, durability, healing, etc. all surpass peak human levels. Rose is able to run at speeds of up to thirthy miles per hours and long distances far out-performing any Olympic athlete. She possesses a similar strength increase as her father; she can press approximately eleven hundred pounds - ten times her own body weight. Likewise, her reflexes, agility and senses are are well above those of human levels making Rose essentially a living weapon much like her father was. Lastly, Rose possesses an accelerated healing factor, allowing her to survive near fatal injuries, however it does not allow her to fully recover from some wounds. This can be seen in her 'blind' eye, nor would Rose be able to regenerate a lost limb.
As part of her enhanced mental capacities, Rose has latent psionic tendencies and is able to communicate telepathically with those she bonds with. Furthermore, this grants her immunity to having her mind invaded or controlled by other telepaths and in particular her brother Joseph.
◼ PRECOGNITION | Rose's powers include limited precognition. She is sometimes able to use her precognitive abilities to 'see' her opponent's next moves, mainly when her adrenaline is running. Rose is sometimes able to use her precognitive abilities to "see" her own immediate future, although her visions come and go. These precognitive abilities may blossom into much more in the future.
◼ POWER DAMPENING | Rose's metagene causes her to dampen and reduce the effectiveness of another metahuman's abilities. In particular, this talent seems to specifically target metahumans which possess invulnerability allowing Rose to be able to deliver attacks and indeed wound those who normally would not be felled by conventional weapons.
◼ ENHANCED ATTRIBUTES | Through her father's genetics, Rose inherited the effects of the serum administered to her father, Slade Wilson. This essentially turned her into a super soldier. Her strength, speed, reflexes, durability, healing, etc. all surpass peak human levels. Rose is able to run at speeds of up to thirthy miles per hours and long distances far out-performing any Olympic athlete. She possesses a similar strength increase as her father; she can press approximately eleven hundred pounds - ten times her own body weight. Likewise, her reflexes, agility and senses are are well above those of human levels making Rose essentially a living weapon much like her father was. Lastly, Rose possesses an accelerated healing factor, allowing her to survive near fatal injuries, however it does not allow her to fully recover from some wounds. This can be seen in her 'blind' eye, nor would Rose be able to regenerate a lost limb.
// SKILLS:
◼ UNARMED COMBAT | Rose is a skilled martial arts expert, having trained under her mother from a young age and both Deathstroke and Nightwing later on. With enhanced agility, speed, strength and endurance thanks to the her inherited abilities from Deathstroke, the combination of precognition and a superhuman body leaves Rose a force to be reckoned with.
◼ WEAPONS MASTER | Rose is very skilled in the use of her arsenal of weapons. Her default weapons are a pair of energy swords originally designed for her by Timothy Drake. Capable of cutting through most inorganic materials, the blades are designed to pass through organic materials, administering a shock instead of lacerations. Aside from these weapons, Rose wields conventional swords, various firearms - armed with non-lethal rounds at the behest of Batman, however she's a crack shot capable of taking down targets with live ammunition without killing them, and lastly a bo-staff on rare occasions. However, Rose is a pragmatist at heart and it seems to matter little what weapon she is given as chances are that she'll be able to use it.
◼ WEAPONS MASTER | Rose is very skilled in the use of her arsenal of weapons. Her default weapons are a pair of energy swords originally designed for her by Timothy Drake. Capable of cutting through most inorganic materials, the blades are designed to pass through organic materials, administering a shock instead of lacerations. Aside from these weapons, Rose wields conventional swords, various firearms - armed with non-lethal rounds at the behest of Batman, however she's a crack shot capable of taking down targets with live ammunition without killing them, and lastly a bo-staff on rare occasions. However, Rose is a pragmatist at heart and it seems to matter little what weapon she is given as chances are that she'll be able to use it.
// WEAKNESSES:
◼ AMBUSH | Rose's enhanced mental abilities can only calculate the probability of that which she can see. While she may be able to detect a trap and calculate the best way to avoid it, an unseen opponent or a straight ambush will catch her unaware, requiring her to catch up before she can use her abilities effectively. As such, she won't be able to immediately counter attack, leaving her open to injury if not death.
◼ HUMANITY | Despite being a metahuman with notable enhancements, Rose is still as fragile as a normal human. While this is compensated for via her armor, Rose stills needs to breathe air, eat food and rest. Caught off-guard and unprotected, it would potentially only take a single bullet to the head to kill Rose as a fatal wound is something even she can't recover from.
◼ MENTAL PROGRAMMING | Originally, Slade sought to control his daughter, and inflicted mental programming upon her, allowing him to manipulate and control his daughter with selective keywords. While several of the League members have done their best to remove this mental programming, most of it remains due to Rose's immunity to telepathic invasion. As a closed off person, it is difficult for her to willing open her mind to the invasion required to remove the programming, thus there are keywords which exist that can cause Rose to turn on her allies or even fall unconscious.
◼ TEMPERAMENT | Rose's brash and often impulsive temperment can often times get the better of her. While she tries to be the master strategist and level headed commander her father was, even in her twenties, Rose has a lot of emotional baggage to work out making her often a volatile hothead.
◼ HUMANITY | Despite being a metahuman with notable enhancements, Rose is still as fragile as a normal human. While this is compensated for via her armor, Rose stills needs to breathe air, eat food and rest. Caught off-guard and unprotected, it would potentially only take a single bullet to the head to kill Rose as a fatal wound is something even she can't recover from.
◼ MENTAL PROGRAMMING | Originally, Slade sought to control his daughter, and inflicted mental programming upon her, allowing him to manipulate and control his daughter with selective keywords. While several of the League members have done their best to remove this mental programming, most of it remains due to Rose's immunity to telepathic invasion. As a closed off person, it is difficult for her to willing open her mind to the invasion required to remove the programming, thus there are keywords which exist that can cause Rose to turn on her allies or even fall unconscious.
◼ TEMPERAMENT | Rose's brash and often impulsive temperment can often times get the better of her. While she tries to be the master strategist and level headed commander her father was, even in her twenties, Rose has a lot of emotional baggage to work out making her often a volatile hothead.
// CHARACTER EVOLUTION:
◼ FULL PRECOGNITION | One of my ideas for Rose's character evolution is that her abilities continue to grow with her. Eventually, I'd like to be able to have her precognition blossom into a much more active ability, allowing her to see the future and almost act as a prophet for the team, angling the League into a more proactive position rather than the currently reactive position against crime.
◼ TELEPATHY | Another ability I'd like to be able to have Rose develop is that of telepathy. I've laid the seeds, but I would love to see her eventually come into her own command of her psionic abilities, starting with full telepathy. With this ability, and my desire to see her lead a team of her own, she'd be able to make an excellent field coordinator.
◼ LIMITED TELEKINESIS | An extension of her developing psionics, I thought Rose could benefit from limited telekinesis down the road, if for nothing more than to make her already impressive combat prowess a bit more 'showy' and add some variety to how exactly she can use weaponry.
◼ TEAM RELATIONSHIPS | An initially closed off person, Rose has dealt with a lot of betrayal over her life and expects the people who come into it to soon live once they've gotten whatever it is they were after. For this reason, I'd like to see Rose develop relationships with the team, primarily friendship though if the chemistry is there, potentially romantic.
◼ LEADERSHIP ROLES | Adding to her relationships, I'd like to see Rose grow to the point where the team trusts her enough to follow her instincts and instructions. I'd like to see Rose lead in the field, and direct a team on various missions in combat.
◼ A SENSE OF FAMILY | The ultimate culmination of her building of relationships, I'd like for Rose to finally have a family. People she looks up to, can go to for advice and who will just be there for her through the good and the bad.
◼ LOSS, LOVE AND A LONGING TOWARDS THE FUTURE | Over the course of the RP, I am looking for Rose to grow emotionally, dealing with loss, whether it be teammates, friends or something else that she values, to love and its struggles and eventually to Rose growing into her own, shedding her father's shadow and perhaps becoming someone, or something else.
◼ TELEPATHY | Another ability I'd like to be able to have Rose develop is that of telepathy. I've laid the seeds, but I would love to see her eventually come into her own command of her psionic abilities, starting with full telepathy. With this ability, and my desire to see her lead a team of her own, she'd be able to make an excellent field coordinator.
◼ LIMITED TELEKINESIS | An extension of her developing psionics, I thought Rose could benefit from limited telekinesis down the road, if for nothing more than to make her already impressive combat prowess a bit more 'showy' and add some variety to how exactly she can use weaponry.
◼ TEAM RELATIONSHIPS | An initially closed off person, Rose has dealt with a lot of betrayal over her life and expects the people who come into it to soon live once they've gotten whatever it is they were after. For this reason, I'd like to see Rose develop relationships with the team, primarily friendship though if the chemistry is there, potentially romantic.
◼ LEADERSHIP ROLES | Adding to her relationships, I'd like to see Rose grow to the point where the team trusts her enough to follow her instincts and instructions. I'd like to see Rose lead in the field, and direct a team on various missions in combat.
◼ A SENSE OF FAMILY | The ultimate culmination of her building of relationships, I'd like for Rose to finally have a family. People she looks up to, can go to for advice and who will just be there for her through the good and the bad.
◼ LOSS, LOVE AND A LONGING TOWARDS THE FUTURE | Over the course of the RP, I am looking for Rose to grow emotionally, dealing with loss, whether it be teammates, friends or something else that she values, to love and its struggles and eventually to Rose growing into her own, shedding her father's shadow and perhaps becoming someone, or something else.
▼ S A M P L E P O S T:
"Super Zeroes! Think maybe you could save me the trouble of a swim in this vile sludge? You know, in exchange for helping you idiots?"
E L S A L V A D O R:
Tuesday, October 30ST - 10:33 PM | Miramundo Rainforest - Chalatenango
The forest was eerily quiet. All that could be heard was the rumble of the convoy making its way slowly down the overgrown roads. The sobs of several women hung in the back, a particularly loud cry was cut off by a yelp, the echo of flesh on flesh rang out through the mist-laden forest. Normally, they would be free to travel the roads, but recently a she-devil, a costumed bruja had been cutting into their shipments. Just last week, three convoys were stopped, their contents escaped and returned back to their families and loved ones in the United States. Normally the capes didn't bother with the operations of the Jaguar, but for some reason, somehow they had caught the eye of this one.
Extinguishing a cigarette on the dashboard of the truck, the driver sat back in his seat attempting to relax before he shot up straight as a board. His foot slammed the brakes to the floor, the convoy skidding to a stop while the truck behind was forced to swerve to avoid rear-ending the first. Shrieks came from the back of both vehicles as the women inside were tossed around by the sudden jerking movement. Before the driver could even undo his seat-belt, the butt of a rifle was tapping on his window before the door was angrily hauled open.
"Why de 'ell did you stop!" The dark skinned man yelled at him as the driver meekly pointed towards a large tree felled across the road. Swatting a mosquito that had landed on his neck, the other man's lip curled up in disgust before he put his hand to his mouth and whistled.
"Alright, get de saws." He ordered, two other men climbing out of the back of the truck while he circled behind it. The assault rifle in his hands pointing from woman to woman as he shone the tactical flashlight into the back, a clear warning to those inside. Anyone attempting to escape would be killed, or worse.
The silence of the night was quickly broken by the roar of chainsaws as the two men powered up the tools and approached the tree. Bending down to begin at the stump, one of the men stumbled backwards in surprise, noticing the fresh cuts to the trunk, the tree hadn't been felled by natural means. Turning to call to the others, barely a word made it out of his mouth before the blade of energy sword burst through his chest. Live current running through his body as he slumped to the ground unconscious.
Unable to hear the struggle of his companion over the sound of his own saw, the other man didn't even notice the woman dressed in black and orange as she raised a gun towards him and fired the tranquilizer dark without even looking. Dropping to the ground, the saw disengaged as the other man joined his partner in a very deep slumber.
Noticing the sudden lack of noise, the leader of the group poked his head out from behind the truck before he called towards the first driver.
"Is it too much to hope, de idiots already cleared de tree." He spat venomously. Firing into the air to give off a warning, he walked forward. "This isa de night you die bruja."
A soft thud could be heard from behind the man, catching him off guard as the woman spoke.
"I don't fuckin' think so." The man was blown off his feet as the woman raised her gun, firing a single rocksalt round into his chest from a special modification. Watching his boss fly to the ground, the driver turned to run while the other men quickly climbed out the truck, scrambling for their weapons.
Rose Wilson, the Ravager.
Formerly a Teen Titan, forever damned to be the daughter of Deathstroke the Terminator. Rose had left the rooftops of Gotham, Metropolis and San Francisco behind for this. The feeling of being alive, the feeling of for one time, doing something right with her life. She was the hero of the down trodden and the scourge of the underworld and there was nothing in her that could bring her to deny that she loved every moment of it.
The night was illuminated by gunfire as assault weapons rang out but the girl was never where she had been when her assailants pulled the trigger. The steady hum of the energy swords gave away her position with each swing while she closed in, the blades cutting through the guns as though she was running her finger though a pool of water. It was easy, and it graceful.
And it was over far too quickly.
An adrenaline junkie at heart, Rose's chest pounded up and down, her bosom swelling with each breath she took, standing in victory over the pile of broken men. With a quick twirl of the swords, she deactivate the blades and returned the hilts to the back of her waist, drawing one of the conventional swords off her back as she approached the now stirring leader.
"Please, please call me a bitch like it's a bad thing." Rose said, reaching down and grabbing the dark skinned man before holding him up by his throat against the door of the convoy truck. "Who are you working for?"
"F-f-fuck..." He choked before spitting blood. "You!" Flinching, the blood laden saliva landed on her mask. Driving her sword through the man's shoulder, Rose listened in satisfaction to the shattering of glass as it told her the blade gone through. Cries of agony filled the night sky, the man pinned on the blade struggling with no avail.
"Same question as before, and I'd answer it this time." Rose stated, twisting the hilt of the blade.
"S-same answer." The man managed to reply, smiling wide, his teeth stained red. Growling, Rose pulled back the sword as she dropped the man to the ground. He stumbled while he fought to regain his footing only for the blade to swing. He barely felt a thing until the subtle 'THUD' of his hand hitting the ground causing him to look towards the bleeding stump on the end of his arm. Cold metal was suddenly pressed against his groin as Rose slammed him against the truck again, this time with a hand around his throat and her gun pressed to his manhood.
"You seem to like thinking with this, perhaps it knows the answer." Rose's smile was filled with anything but mirth as she spoke. The man tried to squirm but her strength held him firmly in place.
"The J-jaguar. We work for the Jaguar."
"Then I hope the Jaguar knows he's a dead man." Rose replied tossing the man back to the ground, his shirt tearing off. The muzzle of her gun lit up twice, the shots ringing out through the jungle as she placed a bullet in either of his knees. "Thirty mile walk back to town. I hope it was worth it." She spat tossing the shredded shirt back to the man. "And I'd wrap that quickly, don't want you to bleed out." She added, sheathing her weapons.
A light illuminated the jungle floor as a VTOL plane descended upon the scene. Opening the back of the trucks, Rose motioned for the captured women to exit while the plane lowered a platform to the ground. Dozens of thank you's and other blessings were whispered towards Rose as the battered prisoners ran to the platform. Giving the all clear, Rose watched the platform rise into the sky before the plane turned back towards the United States. Walking away from the scene, Rose haphazardly tossed a grenade over her shoulder as the trucks exploded moments later. The heat of the explosion warmed her back while Rose triumphantly walked away from the scene before muttering to herself.
"Always wanted to do that."
Extinguishing a cigarette on the dashboard of the truck, the driver sat back in his seat attempting to relax before he shot up straight as a board. His foot slammed the brakes to the floor, the convoy skidding to a stop while the truck behind was forced to swerve to avoid rear-ending the first. Shrieks came from the back of both vehicles as the women inside were tossed around by the sudden jerking movement. Before the driver could even undo his seat-belt, the butt of a rifle was tapping on his window before the door was angrily hauled open.
"Why de 'ell did you stop!" The dark skinned man yelled at him as the driver meekly pointed towards a large tree felled across the road. Swatting a mosquito that had landed on his neck, the other man's lip curled up in disgust before he put his hand to his mouth and whistled.
"Alright, get de saws." He ordered, two other men climbing out of the back of the truck while he circled behind it. The assault rifle in his hands pointing from woman to woman as he shone the tactical flashlight into the back, a clear warning to those inside. Anyone attempting to escape would be killed, or worse.
The silence of the night was quickly broken by the roar of chainsaws as the two men powered up the tools and approached the tree. Bending down to begin at the stump, one of the men stumbled backwards in surprise, noticing the fresh cuts to the trunk, the tree hadn't been felled by natural means. Turning to call to the others, barely a word made it out of his mouth before the blade of energy sword burst through his chest. Live current running through his body as he slumped to the ground unconscious.
Unable to hear the struggle of his companion over the sound of his own saw, the other man didn't even notice the woman dressed in black and orange as she raised a gun towards him and fired the tranquilizer dark without even looking. Dropping to the ground, the saw disengaged as the other man joined his partner in a very deep slumber.
Noticing the sudden lack of noise, the leader of the group poked his head out from behind the truck before he called towards the first driver.
"Is it too much to hope, de idiots already cleared de tree." He spat venomously. Firing into the air to give off a warning, he walked forward. "This isa de night you die bruja."
A soft thud could be heard from behind the man, catching him off guard as the woman spoke.
"I don't fuckin' think so." The man was blown off his feet as the woman raised her gun, firing a single rocksalt round into his chest from a special modification. Watching his boss fly to the ground, the driver turned to run while the other men quickly climbed out the truck, scrambling for their weapons.
Rose Wilson, the Ravager.
Formerly a Teen Titan, forever damned to be the daughter of Deathstroke the Terminator. Rose had left the rooftops of Gotham, Metropolis and San Francisco behind for this. The feeling of being alive, the feeling of for one time, doing something right with her life. She was the hero of the down trodden and the scourge of the underworld and there was nothing in her that could bring her to deny that she loved every moment of it.
The night was illuminated by gunfire as assault weapons rang out but the girl was never where she had been when her assailants pulled the trigger. The steady hum of the energy swords gave away her position with each swing while she closed in, the blades cutting through the guns as though she was running her finger though a pool of water. It was easy, and it graceful.
And it was over far too quickly.
An adrenaline junkie at heart, Rose's chest pounded up and down, her bosom swelling with each breath she took, standing in victory over the pile of broken men. With a quick twirl of the swords, she deactivate the blades and returned the hilts to the back of her waist, drawing one of the conventional swords off her back as she approached the now stirring leader.
"Please, please call me a bitch like it's a bad thing." Rose said, reaching down and grabbing the dark skinned man before holding him up by his throat against the door of the convoy truck. "Who are you working for?"
"F-f-fuck..." He choked before spitting blood. "You!" Flinching, the blood laden saliva landed on her mask. Driving her sword through the man's shoulder, Rose listened in satisfaction to the shattering of glass as it told her the blade gone through. Cries of agony filled the night sky, the man pinned on the blade struggling with no avail.
"Same question as before, and I'd answer it this time." Rose stated, twisting the hilt of the blade.
"S-same answer." The man managed to reply, smiling wide, his teeth stained red. Growling, Rose pulled back the sword as she dropped the man to the ground. He stumbled while he fought to regain his footing only for the blade to swing. He barely felt a thing until the subtle 'THUD' of his hand hitting the ground causing him to look towards the bleeding stump on the end of his arm. Cold metal was suddenly pressed against his groin as Rose slammed him against the truck again, this time with a hand around his throat and her gun pressed to his manhood.
"You seem to like thinking with this, perhaps it knows the answer." Rose's smile was filled with anything but mirth as she spoke. The man tried to squirm but her strength held him firmly in place.
"The J-jaguar. We work for the Jaguar."
"Then I hope the Jaguar knows he's a dead man." Rose replied tossing the man back to the ground, his shirt tearing off. The muzzle of her gun lit up twice, the shots ringing out through the jungle as she placed a bullet in either of his knees. "Thirty mile walk back to town. I hope it was worth it." She spat tossing the shredded shirt back to the man. "And I'd wrap that quickly, don't want you to bleed out." She added, sheathing her weapons.
A light illuminated the jungle floor as a VTOL plane descended upon the scene. Opening the back of the trucks, Rose motioned for the captured women to exit while the plane lowered a platform to the ground. Dozens of thank you's and other blessings were whispered towards Rose as the battered prisoners ran to the platform. Giving the all clear, Rose watched the platform rise into the sky before the plane turned back towards the United States. Walking away from the scene, Rose haphazardly tossed a grenade over her shoulder as the trucks exploded moments later. The heat of the explosion warmed her back while Rose triumphantly walked away from the scene before muttering to herself.
"Always wanted to do that."
▼ NOTES:
"Oh, quit whining. You're still alive, aren't you?"
◼ SAILING | Rose enjoys sailing as a hobby, she finds it relaxing and enjoys how being on the water constantly keeps her in motion.
◼ DEATHSTROKE | Unless explicitly told otherwise by Member 00492, I am operating under the premise that Slade Wilson is currently deceased.
◼ BAT-RELATIONS | Rose has an odd friendship with Dick Grayson that has evolved past a school girl crush to an actual unstated respect for the original Boy Wonder. Tim Drake also has her respect due to the time she spent on the same team as him but they don't have near as close as a relationship as her and Dick do. Despite being 'over' her crush on Dick Grayson, Rose still tends to act cold or hostile towards Dick's current and former flames. She herself has little to no relation with Batman due to her who her father was.
◼ DEATHSTROKE | Unless explicitly told otherwise by Member 00492, I am operating under the premise that Slade Wilson is currently deceased.
◼ BAT-RELATIONS | Rose has an odd friendship with Dick Grayson that has evolved past a school girl crush to an actual unstated respect for the original Boy Wonder. Tim Drake also has her respect due to the time she spent on the same team as him but they don't have near as close as a relationship as her and Dick do. Despite being 'over' her crush on Dick Grayson, Rose still tends to act cold or hostile towards Dick's current and former flames. She herself has little to no relation with Batman due to her who her father was.
R A V A G E R
Xia 'Rose' Wilson
February 14, 1992 (25) Metahuman""I may be a loose cannon, but you know I'm a damn good."
▼ C O N C E P T:
"I can't use the gun. Give me your sword."
This is where you outline your vision for the character. This is about arcs, plot ideas, and vision. Think of this as a character goals question above all else. What do you want to do? Ideally, this can also include hints towards plot directions and potential arcs for your character.
▼ M Y T H O S:
"What's a girl gotta do to get in a proper brawl around here?"
Due to the point in the story we are at, I would like to see what the backstory is of your chosen POV. Much like notes this is optional. This can be blank but for marque heroes a bulleted timeline of relevance is good to have.
▼ N O T E S:
"Oh, quit whining. You're still alive, aren't you?"
Additional notes, supporting cast, and the whole shebang. Optional, but also useful.
EVENTS
ALLIES AND FRIENDS
ENEMIES
EVENTS
ALLIES AND FRIENDS
ENEMIES
▼ R E C O R D:
"Super Zeroes! Think maybe you could save me the trouble of a swim in this vile sludge? You know, in exchange for helping you idiots?"
List previous posts for reference of your writing ability. Important.
H E R O N A M E
C O N C E P T
This is where you outline your vision for the character. This is about arcs, plot ideas, and vision. Think of this as a character goals question above all else. What do you want to do? Ideally, this can also include hints towards plot directions and potential arcs for your character.
M Y T H O S
Due to the point in the story we are at, I would like to see what the backstory is of your chosen POV. Much like notes this is optional. This can be blank but for marque heroes a bulleted timeline of relevance is good to have.
N O T E S
Additional notes, supporting cast, and the whole shebang. Optional, but also useful.
R E C O R D
List previous posts for reference of your writing ability. Important.
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L U C A S P I L G R I M:
Thursday, May 25TH - 11:38 PM | Corner of Third and Jefferson
A cat hissed as a dog startled it. The canine walking merrily along the back alleyway, a nondescript breed, the animal was clearly a mutt. It's fur was dark with a face somewhere between a Shepherd and a Husky. It's fur was plentiful and fluffy, bulking up its figure and hinting towards perhaps a Samoyed. But in terms of size, the animal was easily comparable to a Mastiff as it came to a stop just in front of the Officer. A growl rumbled in the dog's throat as a figure came over the fence behind the Officer but it vanished as soon as the dog put together that this figure was the vigilante from the news.
New Lilith's Angel.
A conversation occurred between the Angel and the Officer with the Angel departing in a rapid manner, his wings extended as he soared into the sky. A bark of excitement escaped the dog, startling the still nervous Officer who turned around in time to only see a raven taking flight into the night.
The darkly feathered bird soared through the cool night sky as it followed the Angel at a distance. Watching in awe as the winged man dove towards the ground, the bird followed suit, taking perch on a nearby ledge as it watched the Angel quickly dispatch several men assaulting a woman. One of the perpetrators however wasn't like the other two as the Angel blasted him with a shotgun. The man, or creature as the raven quickly realized with widened eyes, simply shrugged off the blow before being hit by a police cruiser. It left an awful mess but the worst part was that limbs were still moving, the Angel had encountered a real life zombie.
The raven cawed, fear and horror shook him to his core and he decided that this had been enough of an adventure for one night. Taking flight, the raven quickly flapped its wings as he made his way back towards the bell tower on St. Hillian's Cathedral. Landing on the ledge, the raven hopped towards a broken shutter before ducking inside.
The small room was empty, save for the bell that never tolled and a pile of clothes. A gasp of a man suddenly echoed in the room, as the weathers and wings fell away to reveal a young man, shivering in the night air as he reached for his clothes. Quickly dressing, Lucas Pilgrim, exited the bell tower, climbing down through the Cathedral, pass the confession chambers and making a beeline for the bike he had left outside.
Man, did he have a story for his blog tonight.
New Lilith's Angel.
A conversation occurred between the Angel and the Officer with the Angel departing in a rapid manner, his wings extended as he soared into the sky. A bark of excitement escaped the dog, startling the still nervous Officer who turned around in time to only see a raven taking flight into the night.
The darkly feathered bird soared through the cool night sky as it followed the Angel at a distance. Watching in awe as the winged man dove towards the ground, the bird followed suit, taking perch on a nearby ledge as it watched the Angel quickly dispatch several men assaulting a woman. One of the perpetrators however wasn't like the other two as the Angel blasted him with a shotgun. The man, or creature as the raven quickly realized with widened eyes, simply shrugged off the blow before being hit by a police cruiser. It left an awful mess but the worst part was that limbs were still moving, the Angel had encountered a real life zombie.
The raven cawed, fear and horror shook him to his core and he decided that this had been enough of an adventure for one night. Taking flight, the raven quickly flapped its wings as he made his way back towards the bell tower on St. Hillian's Cathedral. Landing on the ledge, the raven hopped towards a broken shutter before ducking inside.
The small room was empty, save for the bell that never tolled and a pile of clothes. A gasp of a man suddenly echoed in the room, as the weathers and wings fell away to reveal a young man, shivering in the night air as he reached for his clothes. Quickly dressing, Lucas Pilgrim, exited the bell tower, climbing down through the Cathedral, pass the confession chambers and making a beeline for the bike he had left outside.
Man, did he have a story for his blog tonight.
E P I S O D E VIII:
T R I D E N T O F A T L A N T I S
A T L A N T I C O C E A N:
August 02nd, 2017 - 06:27 | Atlantic Ocean - Atlantis
The Captain didn't seemed inclined to aggressively lead and so Rose stepped forward, making her past the newest Marvel as she ventured forth into the city. The haunting ruins seemed likely to crumble at any second and Rose could only pray to whichever deity was listening that the shield didn't give out and crush her beneath the ocean. Enhanced physical condition or not, she was not built for life under the sea anymore than Superman was built for life in a Kryptonite box. Looking over her shoulder, Rose noticed the others were keeping up but none the less, taking their time moving along after her. No doubt that the Captain wanted to ensure they took every precaution they could. Personally, Rose couldn't care less. Batman had put her in a foul mood, all she wanted was something to take her anger out on.
Coming to a fork in the road, Rose made a split second decision and took the path to the right. Stepping inside the tunnel like pathway, the walls suddenly shook as tectonic plate movement rocked the city. Dust began to cloud the water as Rose looked up in time to see a chunk of stone give way. Activating her wetsuit's propulsion system, she jetted out of the way as the mouth of the tunnel collapsed, separating Rose from the rest of the group.
"Fuck." Rose cursed as she kicked the rubble to no avail. Tapping her commset, all Rose heard was static before she tried to call out to the others.
"Lizard." She called over the radio. "Captain Marvel, fuckin' Clutch even?" Rose asked as the deadline only returned static to her headset.
"Guess, I'm on my fuckin' own then." Rose muttered as she turned around, calling up the map again. The holographic display indicated she was still on a direct path to the throne room, but the passage she was trapped in, dipped into the bowels of the city whereas the passage the others would be forced to take actually was a more direct path which would take them over most of the city between here and the throne room.
"So much for damn gut impulses." Rose cursed as she turned on her light and propelled herself down the dark tunnel.
Coming to a fork in the road, Rose made a split second decision and took the path to the right. Stepping inside the tunnel like pathway, the walls suddenly shook as tectonic plate movement rocked the city. Dust began to cloud the water as Rose looked up in time to see a chunk of stone give way. Activating her wetsuit's propulsion system, she jetted out of the way as the mouth of the tunnel collapsed, separating Rose from the rest of the group.
"Fuck." Rose cursed as she kicked the rubble to no avail. Tapping her commset, all Rose heard was static before she tried to call out to the others.
"Lizard." She called over the radio. "Captain Marvel, fuckin' Clutch even?" Rose asked as the deadline only returned static to her headset.
"Guess, I'm on my fuckin' own then." Rose muttered as she turned around, calling up the map again. The holographic display indicated she was still on a direct path to the throne room, but the passage she was trapped in, dipped into the bowels of the city whereas the passage the others would be forced to take actually was a more direct path which would take them over most of the city between here and the throne room.
"So much for damn gut impulses." Rose cursed as she turned on her light and propelled herself down the dark tunnel.
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