J O S E P H T H O R E A U J O S E P H T H O R E A U
A N T H R O P O L O G I C A L C R I M I N O L O G I S T & F O R E N S I C P A T H O L O G I S T A N T H R O P O L O G I C A L C R I M I N O L O G I S T & F O R E N S I C P A T H O L O G I S T
Entering into the medical examiner's office, a wave of nostalgia flooded over Joseph. He could still remember his first day on the job while completing his doctorate. Feeling stiff from the flight, Joseph leaned more heavily on his cane than he normally would as he walked towards the medical examiner. Looking up from the second body, the medical examiner paused as Joseph looked behind him to see if Lucian had followed yet. Reaching inside his jacket, Joseph flashed his credentials. Responding with a knowing nod, the medical examiner motioned for the agents to take their own look at the bodies while he prepared any further findings for them.
The team had already come up with plenty of theories on why the unsub was carrying out these murders, but right now Joseph was more concerned with how. The report indicated that the cause of death was exsanguination. That was a very specific way to kill someone, and combined with lacerations made Joseph circle back to his early ideas about the deaths being staged to look like a suicide. He did have one pressing question though.
"Where's all the blood?" Joseph finally asked aloud, turning towards the examiner and unit chief. "The reports indicate the blood was drained before being submerged, so we know the blood wasn't in the water. Which begs the question, where is it?"
Pulling on a neoprene glove, Joseph held up the wrist of the nearest victim and examined the laceration's depth and width. Turning towards the doctor, he asked a follow-up question. "Do you believe these are from restraints, or is this an intentionally made wound? Secondly, are the lacerations consistent between the two victims or do they vary in depth? Is one set of lacerations cleaner than the other, deeper?" Joseph turned towards Lucian while he waited for a response.
Hopefully the rest of the team was making out well playing nice with the local authorities.
The waves broke over the bow as the trireme scouted along the coastline. The sun overhead was beating down heavily upon the crew above deck, while those manning the three tiers of oars stayed cool below, albeit showered by the mist of the waves breaking against the oar holes. Gulls circled above, suspiciously eying the foreign craft. It was unlike the pirate galleons or merchant schooners usually seen off the coast of Mossflower Woods.
Atop the bow stood a towering figure. Plumed ears were swept back by the sea breeze as the feline figure lifted his powerful jaw towards the sun. The light glistened off the two pointed teeth peeking out from under the upper half of his muzzle. A spear was gripped firmly in his left claw, a brilliant cerulean banner flying defiantly against the wind and waves.
The Prince's eyes searched the horizon for Cinereous. The vulture was his eyes, ears and most importantly his herald. The raptor had departed from the vessel some time ago. The tales of Mossflower and its Redwall Abbey had reached even the shore of Yurazea. Amidst the war, famine and sickness, the shores of Mossflower Woods sounded like an enticing paradise. A paradise that the Prince hoped to claim as the seat to his new empire.
But first, he'd need a legendary weapon, one worthy of an Emperor Apparent. The legends said that the abbey held one such weapon, one forged by a Badger Lord from a fallen star. Soon, Cinereous would return with said blade grasped between his talons and then, the Yurazen Prince would march on Mossflower Woods.
B A N C R O F T
With his staff held high, Bancroft moved swiftly and quietly behind the Cellar Hog. The older good beast was surprisingly spry given his seasons and Bancroft found himself having difficulty matching both the speed and complete silence that Ellis maintained. Keeping an eye on the sky, the mouse let out a small squeak of surprise as the giant raptor landed atop the Abbey's main gate.
Dust and stone crumbled to the ground, loosed by the razor-sharp talons gripping the rampart. Clearing his throat, the raptor called out to the Abbey Grounds below.
"Creatures of Redwall Abbey, fear not!" He cawed, "For a bring glad tidings and news of salvation! It comes in the form of your new Lord, from across the Eastern Sea and with an army of Yurazea's strongest, my Liege seeks only one small token of gratitude from your humble order." The raptor turned its head, cocking an eye towards the grounds as it searched to see if it had any sort of audience. His hooked beak casting a long crescent shadow across the grass.
"Legends of your Abbey have traveled far and wide and it has reached our ears you have a great treasure. A sword, forged in the darkest of nights of the brightest star. Turn this weapon over to me, and not only will my Master spare your lives, but you'll live and prosper. Wealth beyond your wildest dreams."
The vulture hopped across the rampart, entering further into the abbey.
"All I seek is the blade, hand it over and you may resume your festivities without fear."
Haha well, I shall try my best not to disappoint. Been hitting my head against the keyboard most of the day, have a partial post written but nothing complete yet.
The universe is conspiring against you. I should also add that I did not mean to be so passive-aggressive in my post there, I literally just saw it in my subscription list went ah! Wraith sick! Wonder how he do... and then posted and wandered away again. THen came back, read what I wrote, and went :/
I really was just hoping you were feeling better.
Though obviously always hopeful for a post, too.... >.>
Glad to hear you've recovered. And hopefully that stomach flu didn't stay long.
Oh I didn't read is as passive aggressive but I appreciate you checking in. Glad you're still here!
I am, now got over COVID barely got back to work and then got hit with the stomach flu earlier this week. But I am aiming to spend this weekend writing and getting things back on track.
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Lieutenant Colonel Slade Joseph Wilson _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | A.R.G.U.S. Spec-Ops | Team 7 _________________________________________________________ Classified | Classified | United States of America
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A.R.G.U.S.: The Advanced Research Group United Support, A.R.G.U.S. is the governing body that overseas Team 7 and its operations.
BEATRIZ, ZAZZALA: Queen Zazzala Beatriz II is the reigning monarch of Bialya with suspected ties to the group known only as H.I.V.E.
BIALYA: Bialya is a country located in the Middle East, with the nation of Saudi Arabia lining its eastern and southern borders. To the west is the Gulf nation of Quarc. To the North, sits Iraq and Kuwait. It is a monarchy ruled by the Queen of Bialya.
CRAWFORD, EVELYN: Codenamed Starling, Evelyn is a master marksman and member of Team 7.
DANIELS, ANGELICA: A former on and off again flame of Slade's and member of Team 7. Angelica is an expert in melee combat.
DEFARGE, NATHANIEL: The second husband to Paris Wilson, Nathaniel was an abusive alcoholic with a gambling addiction. Falling into a life of crime to pay his debt, Nathaniel soon accumulated more debt from one botched job after enough, soon having a price on his head from nearly every mob boss along the Eastern coast. In desperation, Nathaniel eventually tried to sell both Wade and Slade before attempting to use his wife as leverage in order to settle his debts.
DEFARGE, PARIS neé WOLFMAN: Formerly Paris Wilson, the late mother of both Slade and Wade, died from a terminal illness around the time that Slade turned sixteen. A kind woman, Paris had a string of bad luck that ended up pairing her with her high school ex-boyfriend in the wake of her divorce from Charles. A miserable man, their relationship would end after Paris discovered Nathaniel sold their son, Wade, to settle his ever-growing debts and intended to do the same to her. He would have succeeded if not for the intervention of her illness taking what little life she had left.
DEFARGE, WADE: Slade's half brother, a member of the U.S. Marine Corps. Previously had a relationship with Adeline Kane. Wade's own father, Nathaniel, was the first husband to Slade's mother, Paris. When Nathaniel found himself drowning in debt to the wrong people, he managed to sell Wade to the right people.
FAIRCHILD, ALEX: A former member of a previous iteration of Team 7, Alex has a strained relationship with A.R.G.U.S. but due to his abilities is kept under a close watch. He acts in a consulting role due to his expertise in metahumans and other superhumans.
FAIRCHILD, CAITLIN: The daughter of Alex Fairchild, Caitlin is the youngest member of Team 7. Possessing abilities that grant her superhuman strength and durability, she's by far one of the toughest members of the Team.
ISHERWOOD, DAVID AKA IKON: Former mercenary and black-market weapons specialist, Dr. David Isherwood, now works alongside Team 7 using his own Gravity Sheath to fight on a near superhuman level.
H.I.V.E.: A mysterious organization that is proving to be a growing thorn in A.R.G.U.S.'s side. Team 7 has been tasked with intervening in H.I.V.E.'s operations and shutting them down where possible.
KANE-WILSON, ADELINE [49]: Team 7's commanding officer and Slade's ex-wife with whom he holds a strained relationship. Mother to Grant and Joseph.
LANCE, KURT: A metahuman with the ability to amplify the abilities of others.
MARLO, HURRAMBI: President Marlo is the second elected president of Qurac and its current official.
MIRAKURU: The name given to the Super Soldier Serum derivative that was injected into Slade. Allegedly destroyed following the experiment's perceived 'failure'.
PEABODY, ALEXANDER: The estranged son of Wintergreen. Alex supplies weapons and gear for Team 7.
QURAC: Situated along the Persian Gulf, the nation of Qurac runs along the eastern edge of the Arabian Peninsula from Oman and the Rub' al Khali on the south, Bialya and Saudi Arabia on the west, and Iraq and Kuwait to the north. The Qurac borders with Bialya are a persistent source of conflict. The country is considered to be an outlaw nation by most countries in the United Nations due to its strong anti-U.S. policy. However, in recent years, the country has progressed towards a most western attitude, starting with its adoption of democracy in 2009.
ROSCOE: Retired K-9 Unit that served alongside Slade overseas. Has a particular fondness for Rose.
TEAM 7: Team 7 or Task Force 7 is the seventh iteration of an A.R.G.U.S. International Operations' military spec-ops unit. A special intervention and response team dedicated to metahuman and superhuman incidents, the team is handpicked for their missions and includes among its ranks the asset known as Slade Wilson.
► Amanda Waller - Director of A.R.G.U.S. ► Adeline Kane - Team 7's Commanding Officer ► Alex Peabody - Weapon Supplier ► Alex Fairchild - Metahuman Consultant
► Slade Wilson - Master Combatant ► William Wintergreen - Strategist Specialist ► Evelyn Crawford - Marksman ► Angelica Daniels - Melee Specialist ► David Isherwood - Metahuman ► Caitlin Fairchild - Metahuman ► Kurt Lance - Metahuman
WALLER, AMANDA: Nothing happens at A.R.G.U.S. without Amanda 'The Wall' Waller knowing about it.
WINTERGREEN, WILLIAM RANDOLPH: Slade's closest and longest friend. The Alfred to his Batman so to speak.
WILSON, CHARLES HENRY: Charles Wilson is Slade's biological father. A career-driven man, his son and wife never ranked high in his priorities which resulted in a distant relationship between both. This only seemed to further increase when Paris began to show signs of the illness that eventually took her life. Their divorce was short, uncontested and happened when Slade was far too young to reconcile the events. A senior agent in the CIA, Charles is well aware of his son's career.
WILSON, GRANT [21]: Slade's eldest son. Currently enrolled in the U.S. Military seeking to follow after his father but unaware of his father's missions with Team 7 or A.R.G.U.S.
WILSON, JOSEPH 'JOEY' [17]: Slade's youngest son and middle child. Joseph is a budding metahuman, displaying signs of abilities that with training could make him an asset in the right hands.
WILSON, SLADE [46]:
WILSON-WORTH, ROSE [14]: Slade's illegitimate daughter and youngest.
WORTH, LILLIAN 'SWEET-LILI': A courtesan from Cambodia and its self-proclaimed 'Queenpin', Slade and Lillian engaged in a tryst which lead to the conception and subsequent birth of Rose Wilson. T I M E L I N E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ | 1973 - Adeline is born | 1976 - Slade is born | 1980 - Charles and Paris divorce | 1982 - Paris marries Nathaniel DeFarge | 1992 - Nathaniel sells Wade and attempts the same 1992 to Paris who passes away from illness 1992 - Slade enlists in the army | 1995 - Slade and Wintergreen meet | 1999 - Slade and Adeline marry | 2001 - Grant is born | 2003 - Slade achieves the rank of Lt. Col. 2005 - Joseph is born | 2005 - Slade is injected with Mirakuru 2005 - Slade is put in an induced coma | 2006 - Slade is recruited to A.R.G.U.S. | 2007 - Slade's first A.R.G.U.S. mission takes 2007 - him to Cambodia | 2008 - Rose is born | 2013 - Slade and Adeline divorce | 2022 - Team 7 is sent to Bialya to search for 2022 - leads about H.I.V.E. | -
A career soldier, Slade Wilson forged an identity for himself at the age of sixteen and left behind his alcoholic step-father and idiot half-brother to join the U.S. Army. Find success in everything thrown at him, Slade rose through the ranks quickly and gathered the attention of the right people. Slade was asked to volunteer for a secret experiment. Signing up under the false pretense that the experiment would make him immune to the effects of the enemy's truth serum. It was only later that Slade discovered the operation was instead seeking not only to replicate, but also improve upon the Super Soldier Serum as performed by Dr. Abraham Erskine during the Second World War.
As superhumans have become more and more common, the world is finding itself in a superhuman arms race. In an effort to tip that race in the favour of the United States of America, Slade Wilson, the perfect soldier, volunteered for a cutting-edge, experimental procedure that would genetically engineer him to surpass all human limits.
The experiment was not without side effects though and Slade's body reacted violently to the procedure. Ultimately it left him in a coma for several months leading to the experiment being deemed a failure. However, upon waking up, Slade discovered the procedure had in fact worked. His strength, speed, senses, stamina, intellect and reflexes were enhanced beyond that of any ordinary man, putting him on far more even footing with the superhumans emerging across the globe.
Perhaps calling this sheet 'Deathstroke' is a bit misleading, we're not there yet. This is a slightly younger Slade Wilson than we're used to seeing. He's not yet the master assassin or jaded mercenary of the comics. In a world filled with reactive heroes that only appear once the city is already under siege, Slade Wilson works with A.R.G.U.S. as a leading member of a special operations unit known only as Team 7. In an effort to get the jump on superhumans abusing their abilities, this covert spec-ops team seeks to eliminate threats before they happen.
This is the story of what happens when you give that kind of power not to a good man, but to a good soldier.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L ( S ) C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L ( S )
I think Slade Wilson has the potential to be written as a both tragic and compelling figure. Too often the comics either use him as another hammy villain or worse, write him double dipped in angst and wrapped in edge. I see Slade as being almost a foil between Captain America and Batman, there are a lot of similarities to both in his origin and his family dynamics. But where Batman ultimately unites allies, Slade tends to drive them away and where Cap stands tall in the face of adversity, Deathstroke sells his skills to the highest bidder. I want to write the story of how someone who starts off as this ideal soldier becomes the supervillain capable of going toe to toe with the Justice League. To that end, I've placed Slade on Team 7, an A.R.G.U.S special operations team dedicated to hunting down and stopping superhuman threats before they happen. I've put the pieces in place so that Slade will ultimately specialize in taking down superhumans. All that's left is to write how he gets to the point where not only does he sell his skills, but actively enjoys being the villain.
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A H.I.V.E. MIND
Team 7 is dispatched to the Middle Eastern nation of Qurac in order to infiltrate Bialya. Hostilities are at an all-time high between the two nations, with their cold war bordering on open warfare. A.R.G.U.S. believes that H.I.V.E. has infiltrated the Bialyian Monarchy and is pulling the strings from within, biding their time before releasing a superhuman weapon against Qurac. The clock is ticking, is the team up to the task?
Characters Involved: Team 7 Desired # of Players: N/A
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HONEY-DESPOT
Characters Involved: TBD Desired # of Players: N/A
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QUEEN TAKES PAWN
Characters Involved: Rose Wilson Desired # of Players: N/A
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BUZZKILL
Characters Involved: TBD Desired # of Players: N/A
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BURN THE NEST
Characters Involved: TBD Desired # of Players: N/A
Slade Wilson Government Made/Sponsored Hero whose moral high ground is slowly degraded leading to the eventual merc for hire/supervillain we all know and love.
Queen Bee - Pheromone Manipulation, wants Kurt Lance to amplify her powers so she can extend her reach and power.
Damn, they do not drink or smoke? What are other simple gifts for groomsmen, identical handkerchiefs or handy pocket socks? I wish you luck on your hunt for gifts. I'm horrible at picking out gifts (so is my characters), we will be no help to you. Lmao
I'm thinking engraved chef's knives for both of them since they both enjoy cooking.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Reluctantly retired roleplayer. <br><br>Except when I'm not.<br><br>Why are you here when you should be writing posts?<br><br>You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.</div>
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