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Might get something up tonight.

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All I am saying (at least to Lyger) is that it could have been worse.

@Dedonus

Oh, absolutely

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Lyger is quite the paranoid fellow. And a loner.

And thanks Harry for mentioning that some people were actually saved...

@Dedonus

I thought it was implied, though it was also nearly 3AM, I'll look it over again tonight and adjust it if I need to.

Also, I would say he's paranoid as much as cautious. Better to have something and not need it, than need something and not have it.

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So, Lyger didn't really bail on the team, he's just being stubborn and going out looking for the device on his own

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“Harry, did you get the footage I sent you?” Lyger said into the comlink built into his mask as he crouched, perched upon the edge of a nearby building. Lyger had taken advantage of Arthur’s ego, and his willingness to show the group the ins and outs of his new high rise headquarters. Not only had he gotten video of the inside of the building, but he was also able to formulate an almost 3D rendering of the layout of the entire base thanks to the x-ray capabilities in the camera. Because of Harry’s upgrades to the mask, he was essentially able to fabricate a map of the base better than any blueprints. Not that he would ever use them, however, he felt that it was good to be prepared for anything that may happen in the future.

“I did. I’m uploading them into the computer as we speak.” Harry’s voice came back over the com. “I trust your trip was productive?”

“Hardly.” Lyger said. “We recruited the metas that Arthur wanted, but they’re not ready for something like this. They’re just kids.”

“Well, the same could be said of you.” Harry told him.

“That’s not what I meant. They’re innocent. They haven’t been in the grind the way that we have. Arthur is going to get them killed, and he isn’t even going to think twice about it.” Lyger explained.

“It’s funny you mention that.” Harry said, his voice growing heavier.

“What’s wrong?” Lyger asked as he immediately knew that something was weighing on Harry’s mind.

“While you were away, there was an incident.” Harry told him.

“What kind of incident?” Lyger asked as the fear grew in his chest. While he and Radiance had been in Albany on their mission, they hadn’t seen any news broadcasts, and their media blackout continued once they returned to Lost Haven aboard Arthur’s jet.

“Nightmare attacked a stadium full of students.” Harry began. “It was bad.”

“How bad?” Lyger demanded. That monster had taken advantage of the fact that Lost Haven’s heroes were scattered trying to stop the detonation of the meta bomb that Pax Metahumana had set, and killed God knows how many students. All while Lyger was out of town on a babysitting trip. The feeling of guilt gnawed at his very soul. If he had been there, even if he had been killed, him might have been able to save just one life. He may have been able to save one family from the grief that they were feeling because that monster slaughtered their family member like cattle.

“We’ve got more important things to worry about right now, Kyle. If Pax Metahumana succeeds, it will be the end of the world as we know it. Nightmare and his cronies will be there when this is all over.” Harry told him, and Lyger knew that he was right. As much as it pained him, Pax Metahumana was the number one priority.

“Fine. Nightmare can wait.” Lyger said, agreeing with his mentor.

“Good.” Harry’s reply came back.

“But Harry?” Lyger started.

“Yes?”

“My friends. Sam, are they?” Lyger asked without vocalizing his worst fears. If anything had happened to them, to her while he was gone, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“They’re fine. They weren’t at the stadium when the attack happened.” Harry told him.

“Good.” Lyger said as a wave of relief washed over him. He fired a grapnel line and swung off into the city in search of the meta bomb, now determined more than ever to find Pax Metahumana and its leaders, and make them pay, not just for the terror that they have spread not only in Lost Haven, but all over the world, but for every life that Nightmare took while the heroes were out looking for the device. As far as Lyger was concerned, the Pax Metahumana terrorists were just as responsible for the death of each of Nightmare’s victims in that stadium as Nightmare himself.

And soon they would be held accountable.

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Dear Gods.....

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I don't know. I seem to make him blush, then facepalm

@Kalistar

This is true

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Screen name: The Sinful Hero (Sinful for short)

Cyrus

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: He is known by the name Cyrus, though it is not certain his true name is so; perhaps buried deep within the depths of his past. He's not the one to go out in public and live within the confinements of a normal life.

Character Personality: His past has left craters in his somewhat twisted mind. He struggles between right and wrong; his true enemy is himself. Outside, he acts as if he doesn't have a trouble in the world deciding what's the right and wrong thing to do. Inside, there is a debate on whether his sanity is still intact. He presents himself as what he is; brutal although educated to it's finest. Consistency when it comes to how he does his job, but lack of consistency when it comes to his decisions in life. To kill or not kill?

Uniform/costume: He wouldn't consider it a costume. More of what he usually wears; black leather pants, combat boots, and a black leather jacket. It's about as simple and as dark as he seems to be.

Origin Info/Details: Cyrus isn't the one to reveal such a juicy secret like his past. It's kept within the boundaries of his own complex scull. He would indeed admit he was introduced to the art of killing at a young age and since, it was as if a craving-- a desire he must always taste. His powers were brought to him out of random during his birth; the source of his malignant ability. He was sworn to be cursed by the devil. And maybe he was?

Hero Type (Select one): Maybe he could be Psychic. During the studying of his strange power, it is far more complex.

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific):
~ With his mind, he has the power to melt one's insides. He is limited to killing only regular humans. A super being with tons of strength might not feel as much pain.
Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Average

Weaknesses:
~ His own mind
~ Empathy

Supporting Characters: He's a lone wolf.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Maybe

Sample Post
The pounding was becoming agonizing within his cluttered skull. Thinking. Too much thinking. Is that what it was? His mind shifted back and forth, thinking of this. Thinking of that. And because why? The life of an innocent, weak human. Why was he overthinking this? The growing anxiety burned at his skin, the dark roots of his hair prickle with tension. Am I going mad?, he thought to himself. Of course you are. When was this a surprise, his inner voice answered, it's cooling reminder that his complexity was still there. That he is nether classified as good nor bad. What are you doing? Showing pity? Kill her already, the voice ordered. Was he to follow that order? His silver eyes cascaded onto the human's green ones; her skin pale from the loss of blood. Small lips trembling, a few strands of hairs stuck to her face by the tears she once shed. Why, he asked himself. Indeed, he was sure of the craving, the burning rage inside him, the wanting of more blood spill. To get revenge. And she, a victim to such horror was to pay the price of his utter enjoyment for murder. Maybe she wouldn't be the one to satisfy his lustfulness for death.
"Just kill me now," She croaked out was seemed to be a plead.
A plead for death? He knew he couldn't take her life. She was far more elegant to be stripped of her soul due to his hands. He watched her as she laid there, crippled by fear, though she was masking it well. Her bold eyes looked right into his and for a second he felt a tingle of selflessness. A victim of such honor should be able to live. And so he stepped back, instantly overwhelmed by the feeling of gratitude radiating off of her. As her eyes remained gazing up onto him, his orbs were now focused downward onto the pavement, painted with the blood that was lost during his preparation for a kill. Maybe it wasn't right to walk away. Maybe he still had a chance to kill her now. End her misery. But, the only misery was formed by him. The king of misery. Hellbound by insanity.

@The Sinful Hero

I'm going to go ahead and approve you. I see some potential there.

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May I come back? -curious face-

@Marra Mistborn

If you like you're certainly welcome back