Penguin

Mission Level Omega: Downfall (High Casual - Small Group - Currently Accepting Applications)

My CS is done. PMed.

Mission Level Omega: Downfall (High Casual - Small Group - Currently Accepting Applications)

Hey friend! I will join :)

Eden: Orphanage for the Supernaturally Gifted

@Overlord24



Name: Serena Nyxas
Gender: Female
Age:15
Ability: Shapeshifting
Personality: Sarcastic, sassy, reckless, reserved, and level-headed
Other: Has a brother named Sorin

Don't Be A Hero

Interested!

[high cas+] vampire/crime/modern underground

I might be interested

After the End

Hello. I've been sitting in the fence for a while, but I think I could give it a shot.

Liquidators:

The Liquidators was an organization borne of the ashes of the old world, perhaps in more ways than one. The 2017 UN directive, Disaster Relief and Oblivion Prevention (DROP) was passed just before the survivors of the General Assembly died by radiation poisoning. Not many managed to hear it, given how quickly communications degradated, but a cluster of survivors which comprised part of Geneva's populace as well as part of the staff at CERN who took refuge in the deep tunnels of the research complex in the Alps heeded the call. The order exhorted to action against the disaster that befell, and compell all those with a sense of civil duty to take upon themselves and help restore the world, so that the failure of the Old World would not mean the oblivion of the species. These survivors looked no further than the earlier, much smaller case of nuclear disaster, Chernobyl to find a name: Liquidators.

Liquidators are few in number, and their number dwindles each day, but they all share the same desire and strong conviction as their UN forebears. No matter the cost, and even risking their own life, cleanse the world and restore it so humanity can thrive in the future. Each liquidator wears a blue armband with a red blood drop, symbolizing both the UN and the squads whom they owe the name to.

Rescue, Relief, Repair and Restore

Leader:??? (Remnants of the United Nations) / Alden Wolfe (New York mission)
Members:

Alden

Name: Alden Wolfe, "Old Wolf".
Age: 47

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic - His job requires him to be such.

Weapons: A swiss pocket knife. He used to carry guns, but a seastorm made him lose them.

Skills: Alden is a bit of a bum, and he will never admit he has some sort of skills...but he's good at what he used to do. Namely popping up heads of Middle Eastern guerrillas, as a British trained sniper in the service of Her Majesty. Alden's age has not slowed him down an inch, and he's still the same elusive lean and mean tough bastard he used to be when he was serving the British army. He knows how to put shots that many others can't as well as blend like a rock with the terrain. Add his own slew of fitness, a fast left hook and an unconquerable willpower and staggering resilience and you've got one mean old bastard. Alden knows also French, but he's got a horrible accent.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Well he hasn't gotten any mutation or anything, but the old guy has survived nuclear apocalypse for this long. He also has undertaken Resistance to Interrogation and Torture courses.

Appearance: A gruff old man with a large scar on his left cheek and pale complexion, keeping a grayish short but unkept beard. He's average, somewhat toned, but tends to be the kind of having a powerful muscle core in the midsection rather than a beefed up Mr Muscle. He has gone completely bald, and his eyes are of an icy blue quality. He wears a brown flatcap for that very reason, matching a longcoat of the same color which shows the signs of wear and tear. His attire is complete with trousers and boots...aswell as a white shirt who's normally not seen because he sports a black ballistic vest aswell. He also carries the Liquidator's armband.

Brief Personality: Alden is a serious, no nonsense kind of man at first glance, although a lot of people can be taken aback by the occasional dry wit and sarcastic comment. He is dilligent and polite, and rarely raises his voice to be heard. Alden has a strong fatherly instinct on those younger than them, and he'd often try to help them and offer them counsel. Alden vocally despises the Old World's violence and weaponry, and he never runs short of cynical comments about them, urging the youngsters to never follow that path ever again. He carries no small amount of guilt and grief, as he felt he was somehow part of the problem. However, when the chips are down, Alden shows little to no hesitation to fight back as hard and vicious as possible, and marauders are a particulary object of hatred for him due to their similarities to the enemies he had fought before the nuclear war.

Background: Alden was the son of a shepherd in rural england. Many a joke was made at the expense of his surname, what with a Wolfe guarding sheep. Like others before him, he enlisted in the army, probably to escape a life of eternal boredom among the grass-grazer animals. Turns out, he made a good choice, or at least he thought so at first. He was a talent in raw, and soon enough he became a crack shoot among his peers. Yet his skill turned to a curse the moment he was ordered to kill people. He did his duty, but never enjoying it once. His skill kept growing, and he was called to more and more dangerous missions. Eventually he earned the nickname "Wolf" when he managed to outsmart some guerillas in one of the unstable regions of the Middle East after his companion spotter had been killed in combat and picked them one by one.

Eventually, he was sent home to rest. It was then when he knew his love, Monique Beaufort, a kindergarten teacher, in a trip to the french Brittany. For some reason, the two hit off almost immediately, even though Alden himself lied through his teeth, and told Monique he was some sort of cop (he couldn't admit he had been killing in some cases, children soldiers). A few rounds of wine and fine french food, and both were decided to elope to the Alps.

That's when the bombs fell. Both were able to survive thanks to getting trapped in a train tunnel midway through the mountains. The truth about Alden's job resurfaced, and for a time, he feared rejection from his lover, but Monique never did so. Instead, she clasped his hand tightly, and told him they would take their time to think after everything was over. Eventually, both of them reached Geneva, finding more survivors among the Swiss country. They were starting reorganizing after the cataclysm, and Alden heard of the DROP directive. Stating his name and rank, he volunteered to join the newly appointed Liquidators, while his soulmate took care of the children refugees.

As years passed, both never left their appointed roles, and kept staying close to eachother. Alden would embark in several Liquidator missions, with little to no success, and great loss, but always would return to his beloved. However, they never had children, and on the fourth attempt after three miscarriages, Monique died alongside the unborn children. Alden was heartbroken, however he couldn't afford to become catonic or mourning. With so much still to do in the world, he clutched his fists and volunteered for one of the most suicidal missions.

New York. After all, his deceased wife had always wanted to see it. Alden then took a Yatch alongside a companion, and set sail from a port of France, towards the ocean beyond. His trip was fraught by near-starvation, his companion's death and seastorms, but somehow...somewhat, he was able to reach the port of New York. His last mission, he could feel it in his bones, as he saw the Statue of lady Liberty in sight.

Alone or with someone?: Alone. Probably.

Other: Alden keeps a locket with a photography of his beloved wife, as well as an urn with her ashes and that of his unborn kids. He also carries a well-used Liquidator manual, with all sorts of technical and legal stuff, really.

@AtomicNut

Accepted. Where is everyone??

After the End

@Penguin My character?

@RokkuHoshi

I already said its good to go :)

After the End

Adelaide

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Adelaide knelt beside him and began to take out a small first aid kit from her backpack. She examined the wound and began putting some disinfectant on it. She was no doctor but she knew the basics. She glanced up again, hearing Drake thank the girl. He was grateful she came to save her? Drake must have cared a whole lot more about her than she realized. She down-casted her gaze back to the wound and focused on tending to it as he continued to speak to the girl. She wrapped it and looked at him finally. "You should be okay. Do you want to try standing up?" She put her arm under his to give him help in case he did.

Xander

@Potter @Joshua Tamashii

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"I hope you enjoy your food, Black-Wolf. You did a great job today."

Xander looked over at Perenelle and smiled, "Only the best for you, my dear."
He knew her act towards everyone else was fake but he had a lot of faith that she truly did like him. She was always the kindest to him and appreciated all his hard-work for her. When she regarded the table of people about the food being delicious without answer, he stood up. "You will answer the White Wolf when she's speaking to you."He ordered fiercely. People began giving audible agreements in reply, keeping their heads down. He grinned and sat down again, "That's better..." His eyes traveled to the little chef, watching her take a seat. He wondered what she was going to say. "I'll be taking a group of 8 with me up north tomorrow. Hoping to see what kind of party's starting in New York City. Would anyone care to volunteer to join me?"

After the End

I'm considering adding another character to this one since it's rather slow moving and we aren't super far in if that's alright. @Potter@Penguin

Also, Vivi is quite the healer and if one might ask politely enough she might be inclined to be of some help for caring for some of the injuries sustained recently. After she rips Hiram a new one, of course.

@Bleu Flacon

Sure go head. Yeah it is a bit slow I'm not sure where everyone is :(

Extraordinary [Potter & Penguin]

Rosaline
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The loud thud had made Rose nearly jump out of her skin. She jumped practically over to Xavier, clutching him with sudden terror. She shut her eyes tight, fighting flashbacks. Were the killers here? Did they find their house? Paranoia filled her and tears slipped past her shut eyes. She stayed like that, shaking until the screams of other people registered in her mind finally. Daring to peek, she watched Persephone randomly bolt out of the house. Slowly, she untangled herself from Xavier and went to the window. There were two passed out people, one in a totally wrecked car and the other in the grass. Teenagers were running out of the house over to them. All the blood made her want to go run up the stairs and hide but she knew she couldn't. She had to be strong.

She finally looked at Xavier and managed to get out in her shock, "We have to help." Rose opened the door and made her way over to the area as well. One boy, who had to be the most adorable and sweet boy she had ever seen, was sobbing hysterically. She wished she could hug him and comfort him but she had no idea what to do. There was a boy who looked quite similar to him knelt at his side, tears streaming down his cheeks and a girl with beautiful golden hair crying next to them. A brunette joined with a black-haired boy with stunning blue eyes. They all seemed like they belonged on a teen show where the cast was all absurdly attractive.

She sincerely hoped the pair would be alright. Rose hated seeing people in pain like this. No one should have to feel the pain of loss. She swallowed, watching as the ambulance arrived with its loud sirens. She had come over with intention to help but it seemed there was not much to do at all. Persephone had already helped before she and Xavier arrived.

Jessamine
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Jessamine hadn't felt so sick inside in months. One moment she had been watching the car crash from the backyard and then the next, she had found herself staring down at her unconscious, bloody best friend, sobbing. "Marcy, marcy, oh God please no." She keeled over, crying hysterically. She could hear James crying too next to her and pulled him close to her, burying her face in his shoulder. She barely registered Jason sitting next to them and hugging the both of them. Glancing up at him, she saw even he was tearing up. Jason let go after a moment and before examining Marcy with shaking hands, not daring to touch her.

"She's going to live." Jason stated hoarsely, "I don't see anything life threatening as far as I can tell." He glanced over suddenly as footsteps made him protectively move in front of Marcy. It was the girl from next door. Looking at her closely now, he could see her face was covered in scars. What the hell had happened to her? She calmly stated that they were alive, following up that she had seen them move.

"She's right."came Xander's voice as he came to stand next to them, staring down at them. Isabelle ran over, practically throwing herself at Jessamine and hugging her, crying. "They're both alive." Jessamine wasn't so sure what made them both so sure but it was good to hear. She nodded toward him slowly, hiccuping with sobs still.

The wailing sirens made them all look over as the ambulance finally arrived. Jessamine found all she could was watch as they moved her friends on to the stretchers. However, the sight of Hunter in the grass made her heart lurch with sudden remembrance.

"... I'm having deja vu." Isabelle said suddenly with a sniffle. Jessamine couldn't agree more. She remembered this sight. A car accident... A man on the road. Her own screaming filled her ears and she jumped to her feet in shock. Isabelle stared up at her in confusion.

"I'm going to go with James on the ambulance."Jason said quietly to them, wiping his eyes. He ran over to join him on the ambulance. Poor thing was so consumed with panic and worry for Marcy. James and Jason loved her so much. Jessamine knew she loved her too. She wished she could go on the ambulance with them but they'd probably have to catch up in their own car.

The ambulances left with the two. Jessamine barely noticed Xander coming over to hug her to him. How could this have happened to Marcy and Hunter? They were both the sweetest people.

"They're going to be okay."Xander said reassuringly. She followed his gaze to find all three neighbors were standing there.

Jessamine wiped her eyes, trying to offer the three a smile, "Hey guys. Thank you so much for coming out to see if we are okay. I wish we could have met you on better circumstances."
The pretty little blonde girl looked so scared but she seemed to have tried to smile back at Jessamine. She wondered what had happened to these people. The two girls seemed so off.

"It's no problem. I'm really sorry this happened."She had replied.

Jessamine felt Isabelle shift uncomfortably next to her and glanced over to look at her.
"There was another accident. Right? I'm not crazy? "She asked.

"What are you talking about?" Xander replied. He was standing off next to Shay. She supposed he had been checking up on her.

Jessamine nodded, "Yeah... I remember one too I think. Someone got hit by a car...-" Memories flashed by her. She remembered the accident now. The night of the party. However, she couldn't remember what had happened afterwards. That was until she saw the asian man on the corner of the block staring at them.