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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea

Captain Tightpants, reporting for duty!

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

Marcus Williams

Location: The Sanctuary, (Near Barichara Colombia)
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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On the flight over, Marcus had barely slept, it was an old habit mostly. He never liked to sleep in the air, on the way to anywhere, the last time he'd even closed his eyes in a vehicle it had exploded and he'd lost an arm. The only time he got even a little rest was when they were on the ground, he'd pop out, find a nice rock which looked comfortable enough as pillow, and powernap for anywhere between thirty minutes to two hours if he was lucky. He didn't mind, the flight over gave him plenty of time to thing, though he didn't have a lot of interaction with the others aboard.

Some of the others seemed familiar with eachother, others seemed to be keen on solidifying friendships or at least relationships of any regard. Marcus just spent the majority of the flight in silence, staring out the window as he waited for them to arrive. Part of it was himself questioning his decisions, questioning if coming along had been the right decision to make. It wasn't like there was any turning back now, Lisa had made that clear herself before he even got onto the helicopter, he just hoped he wouldn't have any sort of 'buyers remorse' when they actually arrived. The new recruits were an eccentric bunch, but he could work with them well enough, there wasn't any one of them he had any sort of distaste for, the only one he'd sneered at was the big werewolf who'd decided this wasn't for him. Probably for the best.

Marcus was awake when Lisa began to yell over the microphone, and he was offered some mild amusement as others were jolted away. A smirk split his lips as he looked over them, glancing to the cockpit as Amando revealed himself. Once they touched down, Marcus carefully climbed off the helicopter and looked around.

He'd stripped clear of his jacket during the flight, and he was immensely pleased for that. He now wore a plain red t-shirt, his cybernetic arm clear for all to see as he scratched at his chin idly. He waited patiently as the others formed up around him, watching Lisa as she moved to the head of the group as always. He had no questions himself, glancing over the others as he listened quietly to any queries they did have. Once he knew where he was to be bunked however, he moved off, determined to get some real sleep.

Strolling inside, he glanced around, beginning to wander the halls in search of his room. Marcus was in no particular hurry, nor was he desperately enthusiastic at that exact moment of the idea of mingling with some of his new partners or those who worked in the Sanctuary. At that time, Marcus was oblivious to how familiar some of the faces would end up being to him, particularly a few more than others. For now he was in blissful ignorance, idly wandering the halls in search of his room.

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

I'll be trying to get a post up tonight, i'm finally on break from Uni so I should have the time to tonight! ^^

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location: Security Offices

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"I appreciate your input, but I think i'm a better judge of what I am and am not ready to handle." He offered Ragari another smug smile, even as he spat at his feet. Turning to another officer, he gave him a nod. "Go find some food for Ragari, whatever slop there in in the kitchens will do." He gave the officer another nod and sent him on his way. Turning away, he heard the alarms go off as he tilted his head up. He ignored Ragari's words and moved to a nearby console, checking with one of his officers as to what it had been.

Hearing the explanation, it didn't make a great deal of sense to him, at least not at the time. The alarm in relation to the incoming ship certainly made sense, Tom wasn't surprised it'd gotten that close however, it'd been scheduled for the day after. Somehow Tom doubted the catch was Tristan's doing, he probably wouldn't have cared to even get down there in time, he wouldn't have cared until the ship crashed into the tower, and if it had missed and crashed in the city, he probably wouldn't have cared at all. "Have a small team go down to the hangar and process the crew, find out why they came in so ahead of schedule."

Making his way to the elevator, Tom let out a sigh as he sent it back up to the MoR. That day had already been much more back and forth than the average one. Most of his days in the tower since he arrived had been dull, boring affairs with little to nothing actually happening, today was certainly not that. More might have happened on that day which was of particular note than any of his other days at the tower. The alarms were still blaring, and Tom idly tapped his knuckles against his teeth as he waited alone in the elevator, he did wonder if Silvia was involved, it would make sense considering how involved she'd been with everything else that day. He wasn't particularly against her involvement, but things had certainly picked up with her arrival, something he wasn't going to ignore.

As the doors open, he moved out and glanced around. He could see the viewport had been smashed outward, a cool breeze blowing in through it as he looked around. Moving up into the MoR properly, he glanced toward Craig. "Turn those alarms off, what happened?" He asked, wanting to get Craig's two cents on it as he approached Silvia. Kneeling down to her height, he set his hand on her chin and lifted her head slightly. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he dabbed away some of the blood. "When they're ready, you might want to get some of the repair team up here to fix that glass. I'll bring Silvia to the medical bay, call Tristan to get off his ass and come back down here." The last part of his order had an almost apologetic tone to it as he carefully lifted up Silvia in a bridal carry. Heading back toward the elevator with her in his arms, he waited for the doors to close before sending it down to the infirmary, sighing as he waited for it to head down, glancing down to the woman in his arms. "Still able to hear me, Ma'am?"

Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

@AbandonedIntel Spose so, think we managed to set things up pretty well, it'll be cool to see how Tara will react (and Daran) when they see him again :P

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

Marcus Williams

Marcus Williams

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"Greatness is what you do with the hand you're dealt."
-Victor Sullivan

Dorothy - Missile

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| Full Name |
Marcus Samuel Williams.

| Nickname |
Sam

| Alias |
Iron Hand

| Birth Date |
March 13, 1999

| Age |
30

| Species |
Human Cyborg

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Bisexual

| Alignment |
Chaotic Good

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| In-Depth Appearance |
Marcus has a number of scars, particularly around his cybernetic arm, but also across most of his torso, the majority appear to be from surgeries, but there are a few from shrapnel and bullet wounds. He has a tattoo along the underside of his right forearm, and another from his back left shoulder to the middle of his back, this one is cut in half by the cybernetic arm, however. He has no visible birthmarks or abnormalities, apart from the arm itself.

Marcus' day-to-day outfit is generally designed to make him blend in as much as possible, he generally wears a jacket, long-sleeved shirts and gloves to cover his glaringly obvious left arm. He doesn't put a great deal of effort into looking fashionable, and instead focuses on being comfortable while looking as generic as he can. He'll usually be wearing a cap with his longer hair tucked back, and if not, he'll generally have it up in a small bun or ponytail, so it isn't in his eyes.

Marcus' 'Work' outfit is rather different and far more combat-oriented. His torso is protected by a Kevlar bodysuit and his unaugmented arm is covered, he wears a face-mask to conceal his identity, and a utility belt around his waist holds extra ammunition and equipment.

| Abilities |
Augmented Strength - Marcus' cybernetic arm is custom-made and designed to give him far greater strength, with a little effort, he can easily tear a car door off, or pack much more force into a punch.
Enhanced Reactions - Marcus' has been equipped with a neural implant which allows him heightened senses, increasing his reaction time and making him generally faster to respond to threats, or to adapt in a fight.

| Limitations |
Marcus only has one cybernetic limb, and as a result the extra force and strength which it provides doesn't apply to any of his other limbs, or even him generally. He might be able to punch a hole through a brick wall with his left arm, but he certainly couldn't with his right. His cybernetics are also not self-powering, and while they generally can last for a while, over-working and over-use can generally make their enhancement far weaker.

| Equipment |

• Colt M4a1 SOPMOD rifle, with grenade launcher
• H&K USP .45 pistol
• 2 spare .45 magazines for pistol
• 3 spare 5.56x45mm magazines for rifle
• A Gerber LHR Combat Knife
• An iPhone 4S
• A wallet with $20, US military ID
• A passport

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| Personality Traits |
Serious, Unforgiving, Relentless, Cynical | Kind, Smartass, Courageous, Devoted

| Personality |
Since his augmentation, Marcus has suffered from sort sort of bipolarity. Before his augmentation, and when he isn't working, Marcus is generally a kind individual, easy to be around and befriend, a trustworthy individual who would go to most any end to help people. He is quick to crack a joke, and even quicker to put himself at risk for others or try to offer them some sort of assistance in any way he can. He is fiercely loyal to his friends, easily trusted with any sort of secret. He is an incredibly polite individual as well, fitting the model of an ideal soldier through-and-through, as he's also quite disciplined.

When he is working, and in fact the second he usually puts on his mask, Marcus adopts an entirely different persona. Marcus isn't particularly cruel, but usually shows no remorse when it comes to his enemies, and generally no mercy either. He has no particular moral code which restricts him, and is just as content to kill his enemy as wound them, as was generally his job when he was first augmented. He can be relatively difficult to control when in this sort of phase, and the longer fighting goes on, the worse it generally gets, with Marcus progressively becoming more and more brutal. He can get like this even when not fighting however, and dealing with Marcus at this time is usually rather difficult, as he becomes cynical, mean, and under the general assumption that most people are out to get him.

| Quirks |

• Particularly reminiscent, Marcus gets lost in the past a lot
• Marcus likes to take photos, a lot, of pretty much anything
• He talks in his sleep

| Hobbies |

• Weapon/Vehicle maintenance
• Reading, particularly history
• Drawing, Marcus is surprisingly quite the artist

| Likes |

• 80s Movies
• History books
• 80s Music
• Spicy food
• Children
• Art

| Dislikes |

• The Military
• Criminals of any sort
• His arm/Cybernetics in General
• Unhealthy food
• Hot weather
• Clowns

| Fears |

• Explosions/Very Loud Noises
• Drowning
• Being used by the government again

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| Place Of Origin |
Born: Springfield, Illinois
Resides in: Istanbul, Turkey

| Family |
Jake Williams - Father, United States Navy SEAL. Killed in Afganistan. Powerless
Elizabeth Williams - Mother, R&D Specialist at the US Department of Defense. Powerless

| History |
Born into an all-American patriotic family in the quintessential town of Springfield, Illinois, Marcus was brought into the world as the only child of a happily-married couple. His father made sure that Marcus knew from a young age that he would need to uphold a tradition of men in his family, one where all Williams men would serve in the military in some way or another. It was a tradition which Marcus accepted and grew up happy to be a part of. It did not take long for Marcus to decide that he would follow in his father's footsteps as a Navy SEAL as well.

Training throughout much of his young and teenage life, Marcus was ready to, and happily enlisted shortly after graduating from high school. Graduating from Navy SEAL BUD/s training, it wasn't long before Marcus was through all of his training and deployed on his first operations in the Middle East. Assisting local forces in their fight against terrorist forces. Marcus served with relative distinction, being granted a Navy Cross and at one point recommended for a Medal of Honor. He continued to serve for many years effectively, and advanced quickly within the SEAL teams, until he was caught in a large explosion in a terrorist stronghold, and listed as deceased officially.

In reality, Marcus' body was recovered by another team of special forces operators, and brought under the care of a department of defense medical and R&D team, headed by his own mother. This team replaced the majority of Marcus' internal organs which were damaged by the explosion with cybernetic enhancements, as well as replacing his left arm, which was severely burnt in the explosion. The process of bringing Marcus back was a long one, and required his cryogenic freezing for close to seven years for it to be complete. After his 'resurrection' of sorts, Marcus was sent on numerous black ops by the US Military, used to assassinate high-ranking terrorist leaders, and generally sent on lone-wolf high-risk missions. During this period Marcus earned his alias, as the terrorist groups he attacked put up a bounty for his execution or capture, referring to him as 'The Iron Hand'. This continued until Marcus reached the age of 28, when he finally asked to be discharged.

Reluctant to lose their personal killing machine, the department of defense made a deal with Marcus, he would go on one last, incredibly high-risk operation, and if he completed it, he could leave the military. Sent into the Amazon rainforest to clear it of a large terrorist presence, Marcus managed not only to complete the mission, but with significant effort managed to break apart the entire command of the terrorist group, which was played off in the media as a result of 'in-fighting'. Having completed the mission, the military still had no real desire to let Marcus go, and did what they could to make him stay, even threatening him. Only angered by this, Marcus went AWOL and disappeared to Turkey, living in relative obscurity in Istanbul.

Although he was tired of his own service, at least under the US government, Marcus felt a longing and a need to still use his augments to assist people, considering the massive downfall the world seemed to be in. As a result he came to accept the call when it came, despite his better judgement.

| Extra |
Captain America, GMT +10, This is a High-Casual RP, so I suggest you bring your A-Game!

_{Face Claim: Sebastian Stan}

Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria -> Undisclosed Location
@AbandonedIntel

The flames and the smoke continued to plume up into the night sky from the wreckage, the carnage was clear to see as they got there. Both of the French soldiers were dead, scattered away from the vehicle and essentially mutilated by the shrapnel. One of the Americans, the driver, was half sticking out the front windshield, eyes wide as blood dripped from his mouth.

But Marcus and the other American were not there. A trail of blood led away from the Humvee. The other SEAL had dragged Marcus some of the way, but at the end of the trail he lay dead and alone. Marcus had been found by another group of spec ops who had been watching him, and he was on his way elsewhere.

Hours later he was in a cryogenics tube, frozen and under the examination of scientists and doctors, a team who would be working on him for the next few years, turning Marcus Williams into the Iron Hand.

Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

@AbandonedIntel All's good! Just in time for the main thread! lol

Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara @AbandonedIntel

Chuckling softly at her words, he nodded slowly. Leaning forward, he shrugged his shoulders, eyes drifting over those in the camp for a few moments before they turned back to Tara. "Well, killing'll stop one day, then we'll just have to have one hell of a party to make up for all the ones we missed, eh?" He grinned, watching her for a moment or two before he heard the approaching Humvee. Moving to stand slowly as it came over, he watched the SEAL who spoke up, sighing as he shifted his vest. Nodding to the SEAL, he reached over and grabbed his rifle from where it leaned against the door, turning back toward Tara. "Don't worry, i'll be back before you know it, we got plenty more killing and then much more partying to do after." Chuckling, he moved to the Humvee and climbed inside, giving Tara a nod before patting the door as the driver took off.

The vehicle was clear to see the whole time it drove off, the lights on it making it stand out in the night's darkness as it got further and further away. It wasn't long before it was on the road and moving along. It was still in view when it blew to pieces, too. The explosion was sudden, it came from under, more than likely an IED, but a fireball engulfed the entire vehicle within moments. Smoke plumed upward and the huge explosion was clear to hear for anyone who had been in the village. As the majority of the smoke cleared the humvee was clear, or what was left of it. Part of it was still intact, but other pieces of shrapnel were spread apart every which way, the chances anyone had survived were minimal...

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Lucas Walsh

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Location: Apartment 1B

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"You know, there's all this talk of me getting rewarded and every time you say it I feel like it's less and less likely." He smirked as he glanced over his shoulder at her, kissing her back gently and chuckling as she shook her behind in his direction. Moving after her, he pulled out a slightly more stable stool to sit across from her, taking a seat as he watched her. "And I assume i'm going to be the one who moves all our furniture in, right?" He smirked as he took a bowl from her, picking up the spoon and stirring about the contents for a moment before taking a spoonful of the stew, bringing it to his mouth and blowing on it before he began to eat.

Chuckling as she began to yawn, he figured that Risa wouldn't last long, once she got particularly sleepy she was usually out before long. And of course it wasn't very long before her face was against the counter and she was sound asleep. Finishing off his stew, he picked up both their bowls and carried them into the kitchen, putting them in the dishwasher before he moved over to her. Carefully, he tucked an arm under her knees and one around her back, picking her up bridal style and out of the kitchen. Taking her down the hall, it wasn't long before he lay her down on their bed, taking a moment or two to tuck her in properly and leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek. Closing the door to their room, Lucas began to change into something more appropriate for sleeping.

While he was doing so, he heard the door open and close again before someone came down the hall and entered the other bedroom, Lucas assumed that their flatmate was home. He didn't bother to go say hello or anything, he was tired and he figured that Jeremy was as well, besides, they'd only spoken a few times now. Changing before long, Lucas yawned as he climbed into bed along with Risa, settling where he was, he made sure that his usual alarm was off, he had no intention of getting up early the next morning unless Risa made him to, and she was far better than any alarm clock at getting him off his ass. Letting out another long yawn, he rested his head back against the pillow and turned off the bedside lamp, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.