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[Advanced] Days of War

This can be a MxM or a MxF RP. Either way, I'll be playing a male =P

It's 2024, and America has found itself at war with China and Russia. Britain and Germany have come to the US's aid, but the war has taken a tole on the states. There are battles in the streets, cities burning, towns being taken over, but not all of this war is fought out in the open. Some of it taken behind a curtain, fought with threats, sneaky assassinations, and covert missions. This is where our characters find themselves.

Warfare has evolved. Technology has been working to create super soldiers. Rumors spread of experiments in labs: humans with strange abilities. Serums that can make an army of super powered warriors. The US has not missed this opportunity. Your character was recruited into D.A.H.D.: The Division of Advanced Homeland Defense. You have seen the experiments, preformed on those brave enough to risk their lives for their country. You know that the world isn't far off from seeing the first super powered soldier.

Or perhaps it already has.

Enter Operative 32. The man is known by no other name. Officials assure the American public that he is just a myth, that they are the ones with the super serum. But when those officials find themselves in bed at night, the thought of 32 looming in the dark is what keeps them awake. Rumor has it that he was created by the Russian/Chinese scientific defense division: S.A.D.D: Strategic Arms and Defense Division. He has lurked in the shadows of the war since the beginning, crossing the boarders of America and her allies, killing government officials, sabotaging, and taking down whole bases in under an hour, then slinking off without a trace. Those who have seen him and survived have claimed that he's not a man, but a machine. He takes bullets with a flinch, survives explosions without so much as a limp. Some of the more ridiculous rumors have mentioned him having a glowing light in his chest, pointing more to the idea of him being a robot rather than a human.

But there's only one way to tell for sure: capture the agent and bring him to justice.

You have been deemed qualified enough to hunt down 32 and capture him, preferably alive. It's to your understanding that you are hunting a man without morals, and should show him just as much mercy as he did his victims. However, things are never quite black and white, are they?

Rules:

1: I'm looking for an active poster. Please be able to post at least twice a day.
2: I'm looking for an advanced writer. I want emotion, character depth, and the ability to throw in your own ideas. Post length means nothing to me if it's all poorly written crap.
3: Your character may have abilities of their own. These powers won't be anything too crazy. Mostly things like super strength, speed, durability, senses, ect. You'll also have to explain how your character got these powers. Whether they volunteered for an experiment, or if they fell into a radioactive vat of cake batter, idk.

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I guess. I get too impatient :P

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PS: should we work colab on another post, Shard?

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How about "Help me track down a crazy robot guy who works for an even crazier human guy who's trying to build an army of mutants under mind control to take over the world?" >:3

That's the essential plan that FOH has, anyways. And the gist of what 32 will remember and blab to Kevin.

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that works

lesdodat

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Maybe he could go down to talk to her about the attack, and when he sees 32 up close, he figures it out.

Being around the same height and size (varied given that he was wearing bulky gear when Kevin saw him last). And you can't forget the sexy assassin stride.

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So Kevs can totally see 32 and recognize him, right?

Or maybe he recognizes Tony.

idk.

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"Two hours. The asset is two hours late to the extraction point." The man ran both hands through his hair in frustration. "He's never late. If we lose Murphy's pet, he'll have our asses." He sat a control center, the very one he'd been sitting at when 32 was ordered to capture the Viper over two hours ago. They shouldn't have sent him on a second mission; he hadn't been prepped for it. Now he'd gone AWOL and their tracers were malfunctioning. Weapon X and Friends of Humanity combined could count on one hand how many times their shared super assassin had failed a mission.

"Well don't just sit there, dammit! Send out a team, find him! Burn the whole damn city down if you have to!" Another man stood behind him, a higher up. He hadn't been happy when he'd heard the news, but his anger was merely a fraction of what Murphy would show them if they didn't find the asset. That thing was too valuable to lose, especially with the agenda already lined up for it.

The man picked up his headset, which he had tossed down in frustration, and spoke into it. "We need an elite search squad. Start in sector 6 of the city and fan out from there. You are looking for a male, five eleven, dark hair, dark eyes, could be wearing anything. Look for strange mannerisms or hidden weapons. If the target is found, keep him in your sight but do not approach until a team arrives to apprehend him. We can't risk him running."

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The rain had let up. It slowed into a quiet drizzle that pattered against the pavement, but not before the nameless man found himself soaked to the skin. His hair, longer than usual, was curlier when wet. It almost grew to the top of his ears, little dark waves and curls plastered to his wet head. He didn't speak to his companion if he could help it. The man didn't really have much to say, and he felt that he hadn't for a long time. Conversation consisted of yes, no, and four letter sentences. He soon figured out that this girl didn't actually know where to look for the man they were after, but he had yet to break away from her. Her strange treatment of him was...he wasn't sure what word to use. Nice? Kind? Human? None were words to be spared for him.

When they had started out, his gait had been a little strange, unsure, maybe even a little clumsy and uneven. But the further they went down the blocks, the more his stride became like the prowl of a predictor: fluid and precise. It looked odd, given his soaking wet shirt, a little too tight, and sweatpants. He had put his boots back on, but despite the heavy footwear, his steps were silent.

He hadn't regained any more memories, but he had hallucinated while he had slept. He had seen a man he thought he knew; a man he trusted. The man stood in front of him and watched as he was put into a chair and strapped down. A helmet with spikes on the inside was forced down on his head. Why wasn't the man helping him? He felt pain, his mind being ripped away, and electricity... The electricity. The man, the one he was looking for, had pushed him into electricity. That's why he was- The nameless man stopped, letting out a soft grunt at the sudden shard of pain in his head. It hurt to remember. He brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose until the headache subsided.

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lol XD

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The man blinked. "I don't know," He repeated. "It's just very important that I find him." He glanced back out at the window, watching the rain. He seemed hesitant to take up her offer, but eventually caved. "Okay. If you take me to the man, you can come." She knew something, and it was more than he knew. He couldn't afford to lose that one link to the target...man...whatever he was.

The nameless man pulled the door open and walked outside into the cold rain. It had felt nice to be dry and warm, but he felt as though such comforts weren't meant for him. They were meant for people, the kind with names and feelings.