LordOfTheNight

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B l a c k t h o r n e

"We stop checking for the monsters under our bed...."

Former City of Glasgow
- Scotland Penal Colony -
April 20th, 2041

Marcus felt blood drip from his nose as the Mutes dropped. The Voice, though powerful, came with a price. The more people he effected at once and longer he used it, the more damage was done. Marcus watched as the speedster zipped to him and began to buzz like some superpowered fly that Marcus wanted to swat. Then the man put his hand's on the large man's shoulders and he glared at him. He growled deep from his throat and almost considered turning him inside out. When the hands left he relaxed a bit and spoke.

"It won't work on machines or beings who don't understand me. Touch me again and I'll promise you pain without end" he said in a gruff tone. Marcus looked up to see the massive robot step forward once before exploding spectacularly. Then a being with a Looney Tunes style bazooka jumped on the wreckage and introduced herself. Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes. Wonderful. Zas. She annoyed him. Her mind was like a bag of cats. Her presence made his skin itch. Magic.

Then another super appeared and proceeded to tell them that if they wanted to live to follow her. He recognized her. Tiara Mae, a frostmancer. Ruthless and scheming. Then the fisherman spoke, criticizing and commenting on foreigners, commenting how he hated Ireland. Marcus seemed genuinely amused by this.

"Foreigners? You're one to talk. I can smell the Eldritch energy on you like rot" he said with a shake of his head. He wasn't sure what this "fisherman" was but he was definitely not a human being.

tHiS oNe Is A cReAtIoN oF tHe OlD oNeS . . . a SlAvE fReE oF iT's ChAiNs . . .

Interacting With

@MegaOscarPwn

@Utrax

@Parzivol

@Cerces22

"....when we discover they live in our own heads"

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I will have a reply posted this evening

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@LordOfTheNight This looks fun... Room for one more?

@ReusableSword

Always

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Certainly a flair for the dramatics haha

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Hahahahhahaha!

This is what I have cooked up in my labs!

The Ringleader, Zas the Demon

N A M E Ringleader Zas

s p e c i e s Demon Lord

a g e Several Thousand Years Old

h e i g h t/ w e i g h t 5’10 / 142 lbs

g e n d e r Female

P O W E R

• Demonic Magic: Being a demon lord, Zas has the ability to use her demonic magic to warp reality, though to a minor degree which is often used in cartoonish effect, or to curse people or objects. Just about anything a demonic magic can do.
• Demonic Heritage: Being born a demon, Zas is naturally stronger than humans by a rather large margin, the last time she lifted something, it was a Volkswagen Beetle which tend to be 1.5 tons or 3,000 lbs. Furthermore she gains an increased resistance to physical weapons and does not age.

w e a k n e s s

• Holy Weapons: Holy water, crosses, and any weapons blessed by God, will severely harm her or hamper her demonic abilities. Odds are it may ruin her physical form and send back to Hell for a while.
• Hubris: Her own arrogance and desire to stir up chaos leads to her downfall as she will tackle any situation no matter what, even if it is horrifically out of her league.
• Unable to hide: While she is able to warp reality to some degree, it is unknown whether Zas is incapable of warping her appearance or if she simply refuses to. Either way, she sticks out in a crowd.

I N F O

Zas was actually fairly well known internationally, as she was probably one of the most active, and destructive, villains to surface. The hero that typically fought her was known as the “Witch Hunter,” and she loved how their bouts would simply lead to more chaos and destruction. However, as of late, her infamy has seem to become second rate as the aliens took over the planet, she was no longer the star, and it angered her. Now, it is time for a comeback.

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@Lauder

Sorry for the wait! I didn't get notified of a post. Looks good. Go ahead and post in the CS

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@LordOfTheNight I'm surprised that the aliens didn't literally remove Marcus' vocal chords (or actually just put something on him so he can't speak) since he can destroy an entire patrol with a single command lmao.

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@MegaOscarPwn

Well to be fair they could have given Oscar lead shoes or put Guardian 78 in a trash compactor haha

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Sorry for the short post! But I didn't want to do anything prior to 78's and the Fisherman's reaction, as well as trying to see if they'd come with Óscar!

@MegaOscarPwn

It's all good! Just so long as you put in effort in your post. I'd rather have one paragraph of effort than one sentence of not giving a shit

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B l a c k t h o r n e

"We stop checking for the monsters under our bed...."

Former City of Glasgow
- Scotland Penal Colony -
April 20th, 2041

Marcus watch as the Killbot came through the line. He stood just at the edge of the ring that surrounded as he threatened one of the people in the line. Marcus recognized the but not the fisherman. Looking at the fisherman however, Marcus could sense Eldritch energy off of it. This thing was certainly not human but merely adopting the form of a human. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Marcus would have perhaps been more interested had the alarms not gone off and the ration dispensery gone into lockdown.

Marcus was definitely not amused now. He became even less amused as the mutes came, guns and hand and accompanied by a chicken walker. Many civilians began to get down, some even running away. Marcus however was not keen on doing such a thing. He did not tolerate the death squads that came into his territory, he did not deal with pathetic police forces. A mute stepped closer and pushed Marcus's chest with his weapon.

"I said get down!" the mute ordered. Marcus glared at him.

"No" he said. As the mute was about to speak again, spoke first in a different voice. A voice that sounded distorted, as though another more powerful voice was speaking underneath it. "Mutes step back" he ordered. Every mute within earshot went rigid. All at once, they took one step backwards standing straight. What the mutes didn't realize, was they were messing with the infamous Devil of Dennistoun. Many civilians often told stories about how death squads went into Dennistoun but always appeared to kill themselves and each other rather than anyone else.

"Drop your weapons and break your own necks" he commanded. Once more, as though they had rehearsed it together, the mutes dropped their weapons at the same time and proceeded to snap their own necks in unison. They fell down dead at everyone's feet. All that remained was the chicken walker and it appeared more confused then hostile now.

Interacting With

@MegaOscarPwn

@Utrax

@Parzivol

"....when we discover they live in our own heads"

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Small post I know but more to keep things moving along than be big and pretty. Would everyone like me to add a hider tab that has the Outsiders forces?