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Character you have created: Eris Goodoire

Alias: E.G

Speech Color: Medium Spring Green

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Their identity is known to the public.

Character Personality: E.G is a very eccentric person, and often times they confuse the people around them so much that its hard to keep up with their odd personality. E.G is loud, obnoxious, and does things spur of the moment because they feel it is the best way to do anything. While they are a very social person, they only have a few close friends who they trust with all their heart. Most of the time, E.G is happy, and when they're in a good mood they try to make others feel happy as well. Usually with music, or their own singing, as long as it puts a smile on someone's face by the end of it, its a win for them. Music is very important to them, so important that they've literally begun to see the world in a different way. E.G will see the environment around them differently based on how the music makes them feel, and while that may be hard to describe, E.G has said that its a lot like walking through a real life, music video. E.G is not the first person to jump in when a situation is hot, or when their are baddies nearby. They have special rules for when they intervene, and for when they don't, but they always intervene in the case of abuse or bullying. Those two topics strike a cord with them, and as such they help anyone else who may also be struggling with it.

Characters Costume/Design:

(I couldn't find a suitable pic online so I drew my own, the art is definitely my own I didn't steal.)



Origin Info/Details: Eris Goodoire was born to wealthy parents in the middle of suburban Atlanta. Ever since they were a child, their parents have planned their life out for them for basically the next forty years. They were going to marry some man who they had never met before, and they were going to have two kids, and before all of that they were going to go to school as a doctor. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They had no choice in anything, and as long as they lived under the roof of those two domineering people, they never would. One day, near their 17th birthday, they decided to finally do something about their uncontrollable life. They had a plan to escape, and a place to get to once they left. The only person in the world who they trusted with enacting this plan was the butler Charlton, an old man who wanted to help them escape just as much as they wanted to leave.

On the night of the plan, Eris snuck out of the dining room where the guests were talking and discussing their future plans. While the adults haggled over who's son they would marry, they tied the curtains in the bathroom into a makeshift rope. While they discussed which college they would send them off to, they dropped the rope down the side of the house, and climbed out. And while they discussed whether they would truly make a wonderful doctor or lawyer, they were speeding away in a car with the butler on their way to greater things.

They lived in apartments rented out by somewhat close friends, and they moved frequently when the hunt for them made the front page of the newspaper's. They needed help desperately, but the only thing they could do was hide in the lower slums of Atlanta until they finally found them. And find them they did. Once they were found and returned to their parents, their parents had a lot to say for their behaviour. They said that they were crazy, and disruptive. There was only one cure for such a person's behaviour, and that was a pill. Their parents held in their possession a powerful drug said to induce a calm like state over anyone who takes it. To make sure the drug was working properly, the bottle said, you must listen to some kind of therapeutic music under its influence.

Eris' parents locked them away in their room, with nothing but food, water, the pills, and a cassette player that held a variety of different music. For days, Eris had horrible nightmares filled with the songs that their parents played on repeat. It was a single cassette called "The Many wonders of Kenny G" and it nearly drove them to insanity. On the tenth day of being locked away in their room, Eris found they had finally had enough of being trapped, and more importantly they had had enough of Kenny G and his saxophone. They wanted new music, anything else besides that man's jazzy tune. And then, seemingly at will, they played a new song from the cassette tape. They had only one tape, and it was Kenny G's, but suddenly they weren't hearing that. They were hearing the Beatles.

They closed their eyes in relief then, finally happy that they had found some kind of relief from the torture. As they laid on the floor of their room, images of beautiful panorama filled their minds eye. The world they created in their head with the beautiful shapes and sounds seemed so much nicer than the world they lived in now. They wished it were real somehow, or at least that they could make it real. They tapped on the floor to the beat of "Here comes the Sun", and unbeknownst to them little multicolored, pixel like podiums the size of a a finger rose from the ground where they tapped. They opened their eyes to find they had created a tiny version of the things in their head.

They got up, and completely lost to reason, began to dance to the song. They closed their eyes and just let the music and the images do the talking. Their room was over taken by colors and meta physical sunflowers that had popped up during the chorus. When the guitar riff played, they had made giant stairwells with each beat, and destroyed the ceiling in the process. They could distantly hear their mother's screams of terror, but it was drowned out by this point because all they could here was "Here comes the Sun, here comes the sun and I'll say...It's alright!"

They destroyed the house listening to a song they loved. And when the song finally ended, they had created what they saw in their head, and their house was now converted into a strange, colorful music video for a song over fifty years old. They smiled for the first time in days when they saw what they had made, and walked down the street a new person. With their newfound power, they decided they would help people smile a little more than they usually did with music. They moved away from their parents, got new clothing, and finally lived how they wanted to live. They work part time at an old music shop, and rent an apartment far, far away in southern New Jersey.

Hero Type (Select one): Other, they have the ability to project their feelings on a particular song to the world, and manifest it physically in the form of a colorful panorama of shapes and color.

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): They have the ability to project their feelings of a particular song to the world, and manifest those feelings physically in the shape and color of a musical panorama. They can change any song on a radio or cassette player or any music playing device to whatever song they want at will, and they can make this song as loud as they can handle it. If they want other people to hear it, they can raise the volume of the song so others can hear it, but it can't be too loud or else it'll make them go deaf in the process.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5"8
Weight: 120 pounds
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: They can only handle the volume of a song like any other human can. Raising the volume too high could damage their ears and hurt them. They cannot infinitely stretch their panorama to the sky, or influence things they cannot see. The panorama can only be manifested in a song that E.G likes, so I'm afraid they can't make a music video for something like Beethovens fifth. They don't have super strength and they are not incredibly durable, a punch to the gut will hurt them the same as any other human. If they're tired it becomes a little harder to make a panorama.

Supporting Characters: Charlton the Butler, Phoenix their close friend who doesn't really talk much, Leila a girl who has her own strange abilities involving a green moth and who will regularly help them when they need it, and Max the owner of the store they work at.

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

Sample Post: " 'You ain't nothing but a hound dog...!' Come on Charlton sing with me!" Charlton, the Butler shook his head.

"On the contrary, Master Goodoire, I don't think dancing before dinner to Elvis is appropriate behaviour in this..." he nodded his head to the window, where outside you could see the dirty walls of the alleyway below. "Neighborhood." E.G shook their head.

"You've gotta learn to live a little, Charlton. I mean, what's the harm in a few songs before bed time? I haven't heard anyone complain yet." And just as they said that, a rock was thrown through the window, with a nice note tied around it. The message read "Please shut the fuck up with that Elvis shit, people are trying to sleep." E.G instinctively toned the volume of the record player down. "Okay, so maybe we're a little loud." They said. "But who doesn't like Elvis?" Another rock was thrown through the the same window, completely destroying the rest of frame. This time the note read "You can miss me with that Rockabilly shit." E.G crumpled the note in a defeated gesture. "I guess he wasn't as great here as I thought, huh?" They said.

As Charlton set the table with the scanty amount of silverware they owned, and served up spaghetti, he tried to console them a little. "If it's any consolation, I believe in New Jersey it is custom to play something akin to 60s music rather than 50s, miss. They do like Elton John here." E.G scoffed.

"Everyone likes Elton John, Charlton. That's practically cheating if you say your favorite artist is Elton John." They snapped their fingers, and the record began to play a track from the Beatles first album. E.G took a seat at the table, and Charlton joined them as they listened to music while eating dinner. "Seriously though, what do these people even like?" They asked. "How can I help them with music if I don't even know what kind they like?"

"You're neighbor is not the whole of New Jersey, sir. They're ideas on what good music is doesn't speak for everyone else." He smiled, as he poured them both water in glasses. "Sometimes tastes will vary, depending upon who's listening to what at the time."

They groaned, and rocked their head back on the chair. "I guess you're right. But still, Elvis is sweet! Who doesn't like a bit of rock and roll?"

"Our neighbor, apparently. Which reminds me, one of them dropped by yesterday. He came to congratulate you on your successful moving in." Charlton said. "He brought a package as a gift, you may want to open it after-" E.G shot off from the table and straight into their room, where the present would no doubt be. Charlton sighed, and began to clear away their plate for them. Knowing E.G, they would be in their room all night, obsessing over their new toy.

The gift lay on their bed wrapped neatly in brightly colored packaging. Without waiting to read the note attached to it, E.G ripped open the package and pulled out what was inside. It was an old-fashioned walkman with headphones, and a stack of old tapes to go along with them. Excited, they plugged the headphones in, and popped a tape in the Walkman. And slowly, once they pressed play, the horrifying sounds of Kenny G's sax filled their ears, and they were transported back to that horrible room with the pills. They ripped the head phones off of their head, and flung it at at the wall. Charlton came into the room, a look of concern etched on his old face.

"Is everything all right in here?" He asked. E.G turned to him with a terrified look on their face.

"Charlton, who brought these tapes in?" They asked. Charlton peered closer at the package on the bed, and noticed the rest of the tapes still in the box.

"Why a neighbor, of course. Not the man who threw a rock through our window, but another tenant in the building. I believe he said he lives up above us." He explained. "Why? Is something wrong with the gift?" E.G stood up, and picked the shattered remains of the Walkman up from the floor. Whoever brought those tapes in was dangerously toeing the line with them.
.......

Final Notes: Eris is Nonbinary, and prefers They/Them pronouns. When Charlton speaks to them, he will often alternate between the feminine and masculine verison of Master. I.e why he calls them both Sir and Miss in the same conversation. I'm putting this here in case anyone is confused by the wording in the sheet.


I'm going to go ahead and approve this. Also, the art work is very good
I'm going to go ahead and approve it. It looks good to me
Just got back from seeing Depeche Mode. Working on some stuff.....


The Man in Black’s sudden “attack” took Lyger by surprise, sweeping him off his feet. Before he knew it, the newcomer had grabbed him and with the aid of a grapple gun swung them both out of the Hounds’ line of fire and to safety, at least temporarily. After a brief exchange, which included a crack about “easily identifiable cat ears,” the Man in Black dropped Lyger back down into the alley below. While the fall may have proven deadly for most, it proved to be of little concern to the feline hero. Not only was Lyger naturally gifted with sure feet, however, the recent addition of impact suppressors in his boots during Harry’s last round of upgrades allowed him to drop several stories without so much as missing a beat.

As Lyger plummeted toward the ground, he spotted four of the Hounds who had been in pursuit of he and the Man in Black when they had ascended toward the rooftops. He shifted his weight as he fell, putting himself on a collision course with one of the Hounds below. As Lyger approached the ground, he stuck his foot out and caught one of the Hounds square in the forehead, snapping his head backward as he was flung back, landing in a heap on the ground. Lyger allowed the momentum to take him to the ground, where he rolled away, just out of reach of another of the Hounds and bounded to his feet, striking at the Hound’s jaw with an open fist strike.

Before the Hound hit the ground, Lyger pounced to the next, hitting him with a barrage of fists, feet, knees and elbows. With each blow, Lyger felt bones break and teeth come loose. The battered Hound’s knee buckled and he started to go to the ground, however Lyger pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and hit him with a hard right and that put him down for the count. Before he could turn to face the last Hound in the alley, his body seized and he was sent flying through the air, where he hit the side of one of the buildings that made up the alley.

“What…? What was…” he said in a daze.

Everything was fuzzy and he was seeing double. He tried shaking off the effects of the attack, and after a moment, his vision had cleared. The fourth Hound walked toward him with confidence. On his hands were a pair of hi tech gloves with a wide metallic brim over the knuckles which spit blue sparks. The Hound clanged the gloves together sending a cascade of sparks raining down from them as he approached the fallen hero.

“I hate cats.” The Hound said as he raised his fists up. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” Then, the Hound held is hands out in front of him, and a bolt of blue lightning arced out from the gloves at Lyger.

Almost as if acting on instinct, or perhaps muscle memory, Lyger reached out and fired a grapple line from his wrist gauntlet and then immediately activated the self recoil function, which pulled him out of harms way at great speed. While he was in midair, Lyger disengaged the grapple line and allowed himself to go into a controlled freefall. He kept the Hound in his sights and as he came back to the ground he delivered a hard right cross that sent several of the Hound’s teeth flying from his face.

While Lyger stood over the fallen Hounds still dazed from the electric shock he had suffered and trying to collect himself, the Man in Black reappeared beside him.

“I trust you landed ok…whadid I miss?”

Lyger looked around the alley at the fallen Hounds as well as the scorch marks on the brick façade of the building where the electrified Hound had nearly fried him, then back to the Man in Black.

“Oh, not much. Now, what do you say we put these dogs down for good?”

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Icon stood there as the mech he had just been dealing with crashed into another of the mechs, sending both of them crashing to the ground. There was a sudden, muted explosion as the mech that he had been engaged with suddenly burst into flame, which quickly spread and engulfed the second mech within moments. Then, he heard the screams.

My God! Icon thought to himself as he heard the panicked screams of the men trapped inside the monstrous machines. Some of the others, such as Pantheon may have left the men to their fiery deaths inside the mechs, but that was not an option for Icon. Though these men had committed horrendous atrocities, they didn’t deserve that. Indeed, they needed to face justice for what they had done, and if he or any of the others had left them to die, that would not be justice; that would be revenge, and that would make him no better than the Hounds of Humanity.

Without wasting any more time, he sprung into action. Arriving at the first mech, he found that there was no easy way to get the pilot free. There was no door that was accessible to open, so he figured that he would just have to do the next best thing— make one. Icon made a fist and punched the side of the mech, leaving a rather large dent where he had made contact. He repeated the process, this time instead of a dent, he had punched a hole right in the body of the mech. Grabbing at the mangled steel with both hands, he tore a sizable chunk of metal away from the mech’s mangled body. He then reached in and grabbed the pilot and pulled him from the burning chassis.

“Do yourself a favor, don’t get up.” Icon said to the Hound pilot as he kneeled on all fours gasping for air. Then Icon went to work on the second mech.

He repeated what he did on the first mech, punching a hole in the body of the machine and tearing the metal from there, creating a hole that was more than wide enough to get an adult male through. However, as he reached in to pull the second pilot from his mech, he was met with a .38 revolver. The panicked Hound opened fire on the blue and silver clad hero, bullets striking him in the face, chest, and neck, yet each bullet bounced off of him harmlessly, though a single bullet ricocheted back into the mech, imbedding itself in the control console.

“Like that’s going to work.” Icon said as he reached in and gave the pilot a tap on the head; that while was light in nature was more that enough to knock the man unconscious, and then he pulled the man from the wreckage.

As Icon stood there before the wrecked mechs and their pilots, he was suddenly aware of a new presence.

”Long time no see, old friend,” she said with a grin over the visible part of her lower face. She nodded at the rest nearby. ”I see you've gathered quite the party together. Where do you need me?”

Guilt suddenly washed over him as he looked over and made eye contact with his old ally. Though he hadn’t seen much of her since her injuries had forced her to retire from the hero life, they had kept somewhat in touch.

“Ideally, a farm in Syracuse.” he said remorsefully, before a smile crossed his face. “But since you’re here…why don’t we take down some of those choppers.”
My only real concern is just how big she can get. I'm not sure that someone who can grow to the size of a kaiju really fits with this setting. Might I suggest limiting her growth more to the levels of say, Giant Man or Giganta.
I'm trying to get something going, but I'm having a major case of writer's block. I'm gonna try and keep at it today and hopefully something will work

— JAI HALE —

ALIAS: Warbringer
SPEECH COLOR: e1a900
CHARACTER ALIGNMENT: Walking the Line
IDENTITY: Secret, but doesn't care if it becomes known.

P E R S O N A L I T Y


More often indifferent than any other kind of characteristic, he is a soldier at heart and that makes it difficult for him to open up to people. He usually analyzes those he meets first from their physical appearance to their body language and immediately gains an understanding of them from a glance. In a way, he resembles Sherlock Holmes for his memory and first-time impressions of those he meets and is observant of his surroundings given his upbringing in the military.
Otherwise, to those he considers comrades and brothers-in-arms, he is quite the individual with a knack for tinkering with a variety of toys, gadgets, and guns for his friends. Sometimes, his rather loner personality has him working in the garage from a variety of cars whether it is the classic 1976 Cobra Mustang to the brand new and age sports car of the 2015 Ferarri FF. Sometimes, if not cars, he works on motorcycles. Because of his interest in motor vehicles, he often makes friends by means of possible frustration toward putting together a car or figuring out the problems a car/motorcycle may have.
However, he is loyal to a fault and is willing to fight for those he considers worthy. (Like his comrades.) He values friendship and in turn, is kind, thoughtful, and considerate to those he deems friends. He is extremely honorable and respectful of those he meets, formalities and all. Because of how he reads a person at their initial meeting, this can change his behavior toward those he meets. He likes helping people and feels he is giving a little back when he does.
Romantically, he is one that is very much for subtle touches and expressions. He is awkward when expressing his feelings and does so in the form of physical affection as a way of making up for his lack of words. As a man who is in action, he believes actions is the best way to speak. He has been in love before and takes the actions of what one does to the heart.

UNIFORM:
Wears a simplistic helmet that encompasses all of his head of a sleek carbon-fiber-like material with subtle amber lighting around certain sections of the helmet. Otherwise, he doesn't really mind what he wears besides the mask and changes his clothes intermittently and as needed. The helmet itself has its own technical uses in terms of technology, able to help further analyze and read a situation without difficulty. The helmet itself is near indestructible, made of a material that is not of the planet, and is laced with traces of the mystic arts.


O R I G I N


When he turned 18 in the early months of 1942, he immediately enlisted in the United States Navy to try and put his troubled childhood and [PAST REDACTED] behind him. From there, it seemed simple enough as he was trained, the regimen giving the troubled teen a sense of comfort as his father and his grandparents had once done the same.
A year into training, he was selected by the higher up for the potential to succeed in a series of experiments that would help end the war. With nothing left to lose, Jai accepted.
Since then, the teen vanished off the planet as the government kept his history tightly under wraps. All they knew was that he was handed off to do many black op missions and always returned harder than before. He disappeared again and no one had heard a word from him since. However, some files had turned up that they had lost him altogether and was unable to be found for some time.
Now fast forward to present day, the soldier had resurfaced appearing slightly different, and yet looked the same as he did back then just shortly after his enlistment. And this time, his mission is the same as it always had been, but just like before, his lips are tightly sealed as to what the actual mission is. The one difference between then and now was that Jai had come back with what seemed to be enhancements that they've never seen before. There were some that could not be explained until they brought in his present-day partner, Leila. After that, Jai's information regarding his augmentations were all rumors.
Some say that he was knighted by the Queen and others said that he had met with Merlin, a person of mystery that they have been investigating. Others say that he had been blessed by the Fae and was greatly favored, despite the tech that had modified him. Due to his disappearance from any record (and perhaps even the planet), some say he was even abducted by aliens.
Whatever the case may be, Jai's time from the year he disappeared in 1945 to the present day where he appeared now had remained under heavy lock and key and no one was allowed to look… aside from a few select people.

HERO TYPE:
Brick / SOLDIER.

A modified human who had undergone experimentation and very specific modifications to be made as a super soldier.

POWER LEVEL:
C. World Level

P O W E R S


■ Genetic Makeup - Due to Jai being modified and generally played with in terms of genetics, his body was pushed to the extreme and beyond of its current normal human capabilities. Needless to say, his body adapted and grew from said modifications.
■ Enhanced Hearing and Smell - To be able to detect any dangerous of gas and surprise attacks, Jai has been modified to have enhanced hearing and smell. The range is extremely overwhelming to an ordinary human, but for Jai, it is anything within a two-mile radius. He is able to adjust his senses accordingly and rifle through the "white noise" to find sources of danger or points of interest.
■ Incredible Durability and Stamina - With the experiments and specific body modifications, Jai is extremely durable and powerful in terms of his durability. He is able to take quite a bit of damage without flinching and is able to keep up, if not surpass, even the toughest of warriors. In fact, he is able to even be on par with quite a vast variety of supernaturals. He's also very resilient to fatigue and exhaustion and doesn't show signs of it after long and an ardous amount of time and stress.
■ Inhuman Strength - His strength is rather undefined as no one really knows his limits. It is perhaps near limitless given the tech and the body modifications that had been done to his genetics.

■ Rapid Regeneration - The regeneration speed is rapid and efficient enough that a gunshot wound of a typical 9mm pistol would heal within seconds of penetrating the skin.
■ Robotic Eye - His blue eye has the capabilities of monitoring and observing those in his general vicinity of his own selection. With a conscious thought and a blink, he can switch between his vision from "normal" view to infared, night vision, thermal, distance magnification of 80x, x-ray, and facial recognition. There's an interface that only he can see that catalogues (each expression and minute detail of their face and person) and monitors the people he is interacting with: their heart rate (thanks to his excellent hearing), physical attributes of what they're wearing, body sizes and measurements, inflections, and body language.
■ Superior Intellect - An intuitive and knowledgeable "young" man, he's extremely observant of those he finds to be of interest with photographic memory. Conversations and various topics have him quite proficient in it, and is eager to talk if the need arises. He also is able to glance through anything once and have apt knowledge and application of it.
■ Parkour - Due to his capabilities of quick agility, he's able to scale buildings and jump around (sometimes even over) them with no trouble. If it means getting to the location at hand over the rooftops than the streets, then he would.
■ Military Training - Due to his enlistment, Jai is trained to be a well-rounded soldier in all manners of combat whether it's close-range or distance.
■ Gun Handling, Use & Knowledge
■ Hand-to-Hand Combat
■ Gathering Intel
■ Espionage
■ Infiltration
■ Battle Warfare, Tactics, & Strategy
■ On-Field First Aid


A T T R I B U T E S


HEIGHT: 6'4" / 193 cm.
WEIGHT: 215 lbs. / 97.8 kg.
STRENGTH LEVEL: 100+ tons.
SPEED/REACTION TIMING LEVEL: 100+ MPH when he's hyper focused.
ENDURANCE AT MAXIMUM EFFORT: 5 hours.
AGILITY: 20X Human level.
INTELLIGENCE: Genius.
FIGHTING SKILL: Mastered.
RESOURCES: Large.


W E A K N E S S E S


■ Magic - This ranges for spells cast from to the type of magic used. On Jai's person, there is a certain amount of defensive spells that would only activate when his life is in danger or at risk of death. Once activated, the spells do not come back until the next day or after a night's rest. Otherwise, he's susceptible to the elements magic.
■ Bullets / Knives - Shoot him enough times, and he'll actually die. Bullets can still hurt and penetrate him and injuries caused by any sort of sharp edge of a knife or dagger would still cut him.
■ Electrical Magnetic Pulse (EMP's) - While this would be specific to the type of tech Jai has, it would make his robotic eye and other electric-based weapons on hand that he has to cease functioning. This would force him to rely on his instincts and training. This would also render the technology in his helmet and his eye to become obsolete until he can get it fixed or about an hour has passed since the initial EMP blast.


S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S


■ Leila Taylor - His go-to partner when he's on missions. Ever since he's resurfaced from wherever he had disappeared to, Leila was his assigned partner. However, she's mostly referred to as his backup, given his abilities and often uses her latent abilities as a Mystic to help Jai offensively from a distance. She also provides Jai with his tech, gear, and upgrades whenever he goes on missions. Sometimes, she might just be nice enough to help him with computer tech and hacking if need be.
■ Leo Hale - Jai's only remaining family relative and his younger brother. Currently missing and Jai has yet to discover his existence.
■ R - The person in charge that Jai and Leila report to.


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


S A M P L E P O S T


The yellow Manila folder slid across the sleek and black wooden table to a devastatingly handsome man of his late twenties. At least, it can be assumed so when he made a confident smirk with most of his face shrouded in darkness. The only thing that could be almost seen was the piercing bright cerulean irises that seemed to gleam in the dark. He leaned back and picked up the folder, revealing a headshot picture of a young man with olive colored skin and dual-colored irises: one a deep sky blue and the other a burning amber. Another photo shifted underneath the initial picture, the young man appearing to be in the middle of training and the gun he held pointed at whatever his target was at the moment.
"This is Jai Hale." The one who had slid the folder to the man in the suit clarified. "He's the soldier."
The man tapped a finger to his chin, his sharp gaze perusing the neatly put together papers that addressed the particulars of how Jai himself was structured. There was more research documentation regarding the parts of the soldier question. Unknown parts, modifications, and fascinating scientific annotations regarding the work done to him was observed and sketched. There was still too many questions that was to be investigated, but a higher-up had ordered a cease-and-desist on the investigation of the soldier "project" that was once theirs.
"What you hold in your hand there is the only physical copy of his entire file, unredacted," the other man continued to explain.
The man shifted the folder again and a slim, slender rectangular black shape slid into view and dropped into his lap.
Without prompting, the other man spoke again. "It's all of the remaining digital copies of the soldier, sir."
Long and slender fingers lifted the sleek flash drive to his eye-level, looking it over with scrutiny as it twirled lightly. "And I'll assume that this is truly all of his information?" His voice was deep, a silky smooth tone that spoke briskly, and without inflection. "You understand that if there is anything wrong or I find out that there are other copies, that this would be the end for you?"
The man—dressed in a pressed suit of stark black and white shades compared to the seated man's monochromatic shades of greys and blacks—began to sweat nervously, a cold sweat perspiring visibly on his forehead. He dabbed it with a handkerchief that he pulled from his breast pocket and stuffed the sad grey thing back into its place.
"Y-Yes, sir," he managed to respond. To further emphasize his subservience to the man seated, he bowed. "That is all of the documentation of the soldier."
There was a lingering and stifling pause that hung in the air while the man waited for the response.
"Good."
~ o — o — o — o ~

Bang, bang!
The shots fired rang in the empty shooting range and the soldier adjusted his stance when the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the initial round of shooting. Setting down the gun, he greeted the silently approaching partner of his.
"Good afternoon, Leila."
Her brow lifted, no longer seemingly surprised by his awareness of her approach. "Afternoon, Jai." She crossed her arms. "I take it you read the files?"
He made a minute nod and reached forward for the target paper that showed his shots. "We're going to Lost Haven to investigate the activity there."
Leila nodded. Still, her brow remained raised. "Are you ready?"
His lidded gaze looked over his results before setting it neatly down on the table in front of him and displaying a gaping hole in the spot where it should have had a head and a chest. "Always."


I'm going to go ahead and approve this.


Lyger stood silently as the growing ensemble of characters fought with and mocked one another. How such a dysfunctional group of individuals could hope to put an end to the threat posed by the Hounds of Humanity was a mystery to him. If these people couldn’t get their act together, they were doomed to fail, after all, how could they hope to fight the Hounds if they were too busy fighting one another?

Just as he was about to voice his opinion on the matter, the ground began to shake. First he saw the massive mechs making their way into the square. It reminded him of a scene from an old science fiction movie. However, before he could even react, Icon and the loudmouth in black and gold had taken off to meet them head on. However, the walking tanks were far from their only problem. Overhead, what looked to be futuristic assault choppers were engaged with a group of fighter jets. This just left the dozen or so transport vehicles that came screeching to a halt around the parameter of the Square, which encircled the “heroes,” trapping them inside with no path for escape.

“Stay together.” Lyger said to the others that were still grouped together as the Hounds foot soldiers began to advance on them.

The first of the Hounds to reach the gathered heroes was greeted with Lyger’s fist to his jaw, shattering it on impact. A roundhouse right to the temple felled the Hound, taking him out of the fight. No sooner did the fallen Hound hit the pavement of Sherman Square than another launched himself at Lyger, only to be met with a swift kick in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. As this Hound lay on the ground gasping for breath, the others had drawn their weapons and slowed their advance. He looked over to the nearest Hound, who was a good couple of dozen feet away. If he leapt into the air and fired a grapple line, he should be able to reach him before he fired a shot. However, a pink and purplish blur made the move unnecessary. Before Lyger could even blink, Slipstream had raced among the Hounds and disarmed them.

With the Hounds disarmed; Lyger leapt into action taking on several Hounds at a time. After hitting the first with a stiff shot to the face, another of the Hounds grabbed him from behind and held him for the others to get their licks in. However, Lyger twisted and spun to the left, getting free from the Hound’s grip, then planted him with a reverse kick to the chin that snapped the man’s neck back and sent him reeling. Before the Hound could recover, an open hand chop to the throat left him writhing in pain as he struggled to get air into his lungs.

Suddenly another black clad man jumped into the fray right out of nowhere. The man was dressed differently than the rest of the Hounds, he didn’t appear to be wearing the body armor that the others had been wearing, and his face was covered by a balaclava. As the new arrival turned to face Lyger, the young hero it him with an open palm thrust to the chest, and as the man was knocked backward, a hard right hand that sent the man crashing to the pavement.

However, the distraction was all that the Hounds had needed. When Lyger turned to face his enemies, he found that several had been able to reclaim their assault rifles and were leveling them directly at the hero’s head.



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