Maeve made a rude gesture at Angel as he walked away, shaking her hair back to normal. "You and I both know I'm going to sleep on it again. Better keep it close this mission. Thanks for saving me from dying horribly though!"
For Kiara's part, she merely arched an eyebrow at Samad as he made a face at her. He was going to be troublesome, that was certain. Angry and bitter never ended well. She turned her attention to the debriefing, ignoring Maeve's snickers at Angel's discomfort. The mirth quickly vanished as the situation was explained. This was bad. The Bloodlines were always snippy with one another, sometimes even violent. But always in the shadows, and never to this extreme. Peraltas? No. Not their style. Too open, too public, too obvious. I doubt it was a Bloodline at all. No one would risk war and AMRO's wrath like this. Someone new to fight! Think they'll last longer than the others? Doubt it, you bloodthirsty maniac. AMRO doesn't take true rivals lightly. She ignored Maeve's sigh of disappointment, scanning what information they knew. It wasn't much. Next to nothing, in fact. Kiara glanced up, searching for anyone who knew more than she did, while Maeve rested her head in a hand, bored and waiting for the mission to begin. Kiara immediately spotted Cade's reaction, and Samad's growing frustration. Her eyebrows rose once more at the sight.
Cade knows them. Personally. Good for him. He can lead the charge finding them. If his Partner gets his anger under control. Quite an asshole isn't he? Yeah. A bleeding heart and a bitter asshole. Neither of whom trust the other. They'll die in a year. Hopefully not on our mission.
The two Asylums stood up and followed the Ante Mortem through the portal, Maeve making a disgruntled face and noise as she popped out in the Cafe. Kiara merely shook her head and smiled, stepping out of the way for the rest of them. Teleportation never bothered her. It was always a pleasure to be surrounded in darkness, disconnected from the world. The two Banshees rolled their eyes at each other as Angel and Reri both immediately leapt to the ever important business of eating the cafe food. "They'll catch up with us later. Or we'll have to put out their fires. One of the two, or perhaps even both." Maeve glanced at Samad as he growled at Cade, snorting. "If you were less of an asshole, you'd probably have a better time. Kiara and I will take San Moise." She began to head out, stopping and looking over her shoulder in exasperation as Kiara spoke. "Cade, how are we going to convince Anya to trust us if we meet her?" I mean, I'm all for just catching her if she tries to run and hauling her back here. Unconscious if need be." Maeve interjected, earning a disproving look from her partner.
"I'd rather avoid that. Poor girl has been through quite enough already."
Email to Raik Barat, two days before arrival on Lafayette Station
Hi Barat, it's me again. Just wanted to update you on what's happened the past few weeks. Got my ass absolutely handed to me. I know, I know 'you shouldn't have put yourself in that situation', but what did you expect me to do? I had a cliff at my back and an angry smuggler at my front. From what the others tell me it was touch and go for a minute there. But I pulled through, and I'm getting lessons from Tanya (the loud one with the death metal music) on how to avoid getting my ass kicked in a fist fight again, and Dex (the promiscuous turian) on how to shoot them properly before they get close enough for that. So I'll finally get that gun training you were whining about forever.
We're about to head to Lafayette station to get Drono's (the insane drell who has an obsession explosives) back fixed. He's had a bullet grinding against it for the past few years and now it's caught up to him. Only problem is, his friend who shot him in the back (long story) wants him definitely dead and has a couple Eclipse keeping an eye on the hospital we need to bring him too. On an Eclipse owned station. You know me, I didn't take much persuading to help him. I was ready in an instant. The others required more details before going in. We've a plan and we're going to try to get it done with little to no violence. I'll message you when we're done.
You know, I have a good feeling about this crew. Like when I ran with the Furies.
Requiescat in pace,
SM.
First mission of Raik Barat and Serena Mathews, alleyway before main target.
Security camera, DATA LOST.
RB drags SM into alleyway, tossing her against the wall.
RB: What in Aralakh's eye were you thinking?
SM: He was getting mugged, what was I suppo-
RB: You're supposed to stay on mission!
SM: I can't just let him get hurt or die!
RB: Yes you can. He's not your problem. He's not even your species. Now stay here, while I go fix your mess.
SM: What does that mean?
RB does not respond, beginning to head out of the alleyway
SM: Barat! What does that mean?
She crafts a biotic barrier in front of the alleyway, essentially trapping them both.
SM: Answer me!
RB: I'm going to kill him and the muggers you left, to make sure we have next to no trace left behind after this mission.
SM: No you're not! Let them wake up and go on their way.
RB: And you're going to stop me?
He leans in intimidatingly close. She leans just as close in.
SM: Yes I am.
A few tense moments of silence follow, then RB chuckles.
RB: Fine. Have it your way. I won't touch a pretty hair on their heads.
SM: You promise?
She extends a pinky towards him. RB looks bemused, then extends his third finger towards her. The two shake, and the barrier falls. They head out into the city.
Serena had bags under her eyes. It had been a long week and half, with almost no sleep and seemingly endless coding. By the end of it, she couldn't even muster the energy to nag some of the others for their terrible security. She had spent all of yesterday catching up on sleep, shoving in earbuds as she rolled into her makeshift bed in the hangar. Fortunately, Tanya kept her blaring death metal to a minimum and Serena slept like the dead, waking up only when Vellios shook her as they pulled into the docking bay of Lafayette station. She sipped her coffee, eyeing all the LOKI bots and the few organic guards that guarded the entrance. She was in civilian clothes, worn pants with a grease stained shirt. She rolled her eyes as Vellios leaned against the wall next to her.
"You'll be fine you big baby. You'd be stripped of your knives as soon as the scanners sensed them anyway, and they'd be more of a hassle than anything else. You want several dozen of those amazingly well built and beautiful LOKIs coming down on you with guns raised? That'd give the mission up before it even began. Then we'd get in a fire fight and the Eclipse would kill all of us because there is no way in hell that we'd be allowed to leave. So just calm down, and try not to flinch when someone moves near you."
She watched as another LOKI walked past and sighed wistfully. "Can't we steal one on the way out? I'm sure I could rip out anything that would have the Eclipse tracking it?" She glanced at Vellios's face and her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I know, I know, we can't take the risk. But, if one just happens to stumble onto the ship, it won't be our fault now will it?" She held up her free hand. "Don't worry, they'll all stay here, free of my influence to bring them into a loving home.
She waited while the others filed their way through the checkpoints, a few of them carrying the crates of the groups weapons and gear. Serena held her breath and muttered prayers as each went through the check point. When it finally came her turn to head through the checkpoint, she drew in a deep breath and looked at Vellios, smiling. "Wish me luck!" She headed towards the checkpoint, carrying her own container of gear. As she grew closer she muttered one last prayer under her breath, praying her progarm will block the scanner one last time, before putting on a smile.
The guard's tone was bored as he checked her scans. "Name?"
"Patrica Doyle." Serena answered immediately. She'd been practicing the entire time she'd been waiting. It didn't stop her heart from pounding as she waited to be discovered and shot.
"Purpose of visit?"
"I heard that this was a good place to set up shop. I've been repairing medical equipment since I could hold a tool. Figure a place like this could use my skills. Brought all my tools with me." She gestured to the container as it was being scanned by a LOKI. The guard grunted something under his breath that Serena couldn't quite catch. "Alright, everything checks out. Keep the biotics to a bare minimum and we won't have any problems."
Serena kept herself from heaving a sigh of relief. Everything had worked! "Thank you!" She grabbed her container and moved on, hopefully before anyone saw how shaky she was. She stationed herself a short distance away in a small cafe and brought up her omni-tool. She smiled as she got Dex's message. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Just gonna sit here in this cafe and access their LOKI network. Someone needs to swing by and grab my crate of gear though. I'm at the Doctor's Order Cafe. I might be able to give you some eyes on the ground with the LOKI, cause some false alarms, get some allies if necessary, or even just cause them all to do something crazy like start restraining eclipse members. I'll definitely will be able to stop them from all rushing us if we get discovered." She brought up the network security and smiled. "Oooh. This'll be fun."
"Hi! I'm Freya and this is my brother, Ben. We're the Dover twins."
"That's me. Ben, Ben Do-"
"They get it, you absolute child."
Quiet chuckle.
Characters you have created: Ben and Freya Dover
"Sorry for the terrible nicknames, they weren't our choice.
"Yeah, they suck as-
"Language."
Alias: Greed (Ben) and Envy (Freya).
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): [color=LawnGreen][/color]: Freya [color=GoldenRod][/color]: Ben
"We're out for ourselves. If that means helping the bad guys one day, and the good guys the next, so be it. No one will control us ever again.
"I'm just along to keep her out of trouble. If she wanted to be lumberjacks in Canada, we would have been lumberjacks in Canada. I can be whatever she wants me to be, so long as she's happy.'All the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.'
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Known
Character Personality:
Freya
Freya revels in mischief, always ready with a snide remark or a sarcastic comment. She loves to taunt people, seeing how far she could push their buttons. She always seems to be filled with a manic energy, zipping from one project to the next, one exciting operation to the next, almost never still.
She's brains behind the Dover operations, enjoying the control she has over her own life and the lives of others. She is obsessed with learning new things, spending hours at a time surfing the internet to watch people's how-to videos, absorbing their knowledge in an instant. It's the only time she's ever still.
Ben
Ben is calmer and far more docile than his sister. He's content to read a good book, take a quiet nap, enjoy a play. He enjoys the quiet things compared to his sister, who finds peace and quiet boring and maddening. For his part in their operations his job is to follow her around, observing the proceedings with a bored look on his face, and aiding his massive size and general aura of menace to help with Freya's presence and negotiations. Particular and methodical about his movements, Ben only ever seems to move quickly whenever someone seems to be threatening Freya.
Uniform/costume:
Ben's eyes are divided vertically, half gold and half brown.
Freya's eyes are divided vertically as well, half emerald green and half gold.
Origin Info/Details:
"Are you sure you want to hear all this? It's just your typical sob tale."
"Yeah, it's kinda shi-"
"Language!"
The Dover Twins remember very little about their lives before being taken at the ages of 3 (Freya) and 4 (Ben). Bright colored walls. A crackling fire place. Music playing throughout the home. Art all along the walls. From what they can remember, the Twins guess that they were an upper class househould. It didn't matter in the end. One day masked men entered the house and took them away from everything they ever knew.
They were taken to a lab and thrown into a shared cel. They don't know where. They do know that they weren't alone. They could hear other kids crying and panicking in the flawless cells. It was pristine, perfectly clean. White walls with white cells with white beds with white pillows. All clean and flawless. Ben and Freya weren't sure why their communal cell was so clean and white, but they hated it nonetheless. For a few hours, at least that's what it felt like, they were left alone. Then they met Dr. Cain for the first time.
He was an unassuming man, getting on in age. The type of person most people would glance at and forget the next second. Medium height, lean build, receding steel hair, brown eyes. He had a kind smile. He took them into his lab and conducted physical check ups on them, telling them of their new situation. Their old names were gone. They were now Envy and Greed respectively. Their parents had given them up for the greater good of humanity, and what they would be doing here would save the world. For a moment, one foolish moment, they believed him. They believed he actually meant them no harm.
Then he tied them down to his table and injected them with his serum. The pain was excruciating, but unique to each of them. For Freya it was a burning throughout her entire being, so hot that she thought she would melt through the table. For Ben it crushing and grasping, yanking all of his insides into one point deep within. Rather than helping them through this pain, as his kindly visage suggested he would, Dr. Cain threw the two of them in their cell and left without a word. Judging from the screams all around them, the other children were going through the same thing. They didn't know how long they spent writhing, but eventually the pain died down. Eventually they were left laying there, numb, too tired to even cry. A good amount of their compatriots died that night. They were the lucky ones.
What followed was years of tests,growth, and training. Tests to find their limits. Training to expand it. Tests to discover the nature of their powers. Training to harness it. All the while their bodies changed and grew in a direct response to the serum they had received. They were lucky. They were only cursed with excessive height. Some of their compatriots had grown extra limbs, gotten scaly skin, or any number of other mutations. Early on, Freya and Ben were declared 'flawed', simply because she got part of her brother's powers, and he didn't get all of his. They were kept around for testing, but ultimately were expected to die. They didn't. They kept going till they were one of the last two pairs of Envy and Greed. When they were 20 (Ben) and 19 (Freya) they were put into the arena (Where all the combat training of their powers was done) with the other pair. The other pair was supposed to kill them to finish their training.
Ben and Freya had other plans. Freya had managed to get a glimpse of another metahuman, one with super enhanced physical traits. She had learned how to hack and fight from more 'guests'. They had a plan to escape, to finally be free of this pristine hellhole. She made an orb and gave it to her brother. They entered the arena, and faced their opponents. Twin brothers, confident in their abilities and completely convinced by Dr. Cain that they were saving humanity.
They didn't die pretty.
It was chaos after the fight, and everything happened in a blur. Ben breaking through the walls of the arena, Freya frantically pressing at pads, other test subjects running everywhere. When they finally had a moment to stop and breathe, they were outside in Dover, Delaware. They had to leave, quickly. Selecting new names from what mythology and humor they knew/wanted, they left and trekked across the US, eventually settling down in St. Louis, Missouri. Over the next seven years, they established themselves a small mercenary/gang/war salesman empire. They offered their services to whoever was willing to pay, they ran a minor illegal organization, and they sold Freya's orbs to the highest bidder. Their contacts were spreading widely, and they were doing well for themselves. They even had a lovely base of operations with all the high tech security and comforts they could want.
At least, until they lost everything again yesterday.
Hero Type (Select one):
"Sis here is just a regular human whose good at learning and remembering things.
"I am not! You take that back, or I'm not giving you orbs for a whole month!
"You wouldn't.
"Try. Me.
-Ben: Varies (Metahuman based)
-Freya: Metahuman
Power Level (Select one below):
Ben: Varies
Freya: Street Level
Powers (Be Specific):
Freya
-She can instantly and automatically learn any knowledge based skills (Hacking, arithmetic, styles of fighting, weapon use, repairing various things, languages, cooking, etc etc). If she wants to know how to do Kickboxing, she can just watch a kickboxing expert. If she wants to use the moves of kickboxing, she had better train her body to the physical condition required for that.
-Scan others and instantly have an internal list of their knowledge based skills and super powers.
-Create marble sized orbs that hold one of the powers she has scanned (If she scans superman, one orb can have his laser eyes or his invincibility, not both). It takes her five uninterrupted minutes to make basic power orbs. It takes her several days to make orbs that are a combination of two powers (if she combined the human torch's ability with Superman's to make the ability to shoot fire from one's eyes for example). Anyone other than her and her brother can swallow these orbs and gain that power for five minutes.
Ben
-Can use up to three of the orbs Freya makes and have those powers for an indefinite amount of time, and switch out orbs as he desires. He has super strength, speed, and laser eyes but wants to have the ability to breathe underwater? He gives the orb of laser eyes back to Freya and puts in the orb for breathing under water.
-Minor passive abilities based on his current set of powers. For example, if he has superman's strength he'll get a degree of invulnerability so he doesn't tear his muscles and break his bones every time he tries to use his strength. If he has the Flash's speed he'll gain a degree of invulnerability and a brain change so he doesn't tear his muscles and skin off by running and doesn't go smashing into walls because he can't process how fast he's moving.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height
"We're kinda giants. I think it's because of the experiments by that dick, Cain."
"Some of us are giants." Quietly snickers. "I'm taller than basically all the women in the country! Heck, basically all the men! Just becau-!"
"Whatever you say Shortround.
Ben- 8ft 3in
Freya- 7ft 2in
Weight
Ben-330 lbs (Dense Muscle Mass)
Freya- 150lbs (Muscle)
Strength Level
Ben- Varies
Freya- Peak Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level
Ben- Varies
Freya- Peak Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort
Ben- Varies
Freya- Peak Human
Agility
Ben- Varies
Freya- Peak Human
Intelligence
Ben- Average
Freya- Genius
Fighting Skill
Ben- Trained
Freya- Mastered
Resources: Large
Weaknesses:
"We need each other. We always have, and we always will. We're all we have left, and we won't let the world take that from us too.
"'The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, lies in its loyalty to each other.'"
Ben
Ben is wholly dependent upon the orbs his sister makes. If you take them away, he's just an average human who knows how to fight. Still a consideration, but not very much of a threat. In addition, his weakness can expand or shrink depending on what abilities he is using.
When Ben is using a new orb for the first time, he has no idea how to really use the power. If he had never had the speed of the Flash before, it would take some getting used to before he could effectively use it. Obviously, the more simple the power the less time it takes for him to use it.
Freya
Freya is entirely human. A human with a vast amount of expert knowledge that she increases daily, but a human nonetheless. She relies entirely upon Ben and technology for protection against super powered foes.
Her inner catalog merely informs her of the limits and abilities of those she scans, not their weaknesses. For example, she would know how strong superman is, and how fast the flash is, but not the weaknesses of either of Them. She could only guess based on their knowledge and abilities.
In addition, if the person she scans has more than one form she can only know the abilities of that form. A werewolf in human form she would only be able to tell you that they can transform into a werewolf.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:
Sample Post:
The two siblings looked up as the alarm went off in the attic of their three story house. It was a relatively bare area. A worn, comfortable couch, behind a stained brown coffee table with a flatscreen TV on the wall in front of it. Standing in the corner was a tall lamp with both lights on, a brown burlap sack filled with what appeared to be hundreds of marbles beneath it. There was a computer with a rolling chair in front of it. Other than that, the dark brown walls and floors were unadorned. The siblings looked at each other for a moment, Ben from their couch, Freya from her position at their computer, before he sighed. "I told you this would be a problem." Freya frowned, then stuck her tongue out at him as she swiveled back to the computer and began bringing up the securit cameras on the computer. "We had to show that we had power, and what better way to show it than with a victorian style house?"
"What better way to also say 'HEY, HERE WE ARE, WHY DON'T YOU ATTACK US?'" He replied, setting aside his copy of Don Quixote. "It was just getting good too." He grumbled, standing up and stretching.
Freya sent her eyes to the heavens, clicking on more security cameras. "Don't be such a baby. There's only twelve of them."
"'Only twelve', she says. As if she's the one who does most of the fighting. Any supers?"
"No. Well trained military types though. So take speed, bulletproof, and strength. I'll follow in that armor we got from the US military."
Ben looked at her incredulously as he walked over to the sack. "Are you nuts? It's, and I quote, 'Highly experimental and prone to failure'. Freya shrugged her shoulders, opening the attic door down. "It's better than staying up here like a damsel in distress, waiting for you to save me. Besides, you don't have time to argue this point. They're in the kitchen." Ben sighed in exasperation, pulling three orbs from the bag. They immediately attached to his right palm, twisting into place. He cracked his neck and hopped from foot to foot, sprinting quickly down the stairs, a blur past her.
He was in the kitchen in a heartbeat, rolling his shoulders. The masked men in his kitchen froze, looking at him. There were five of them, all with submachine guns. For a moment, the two sides just stared at each other, seizing their chances. Ben broke the silence with a grim smile. "I don't like uninvited strangers in my home." He lunged forward, grabbing one and slamming him headfirst into the ground. The man's neck snapped like a twig. Immediately, he threw the body into another man, sending them both through the wall. He didn't get back up. The other three leaped backwards, submachines firing. Ben raised an eyebrow as bullets bounced off his body, then rushed towards them.
For her part, Freya was arming herself on the second floor. Having opened their armory (with it's considerable amount of weaponry), she was strapping on the experimental armor the US military had given them in return for a shipment of orbs, forcing down her trepidation. Ben had been right when he said the armor was prone to failure. It was supposed to work like his bulletproof orb, but didn't always. A large amount of the test group had ended up shot anyways, the military seller had warned her. Still, she wasn't going to sit around while her brother did all the fighting, and took all the risks.
Holstering a pistol and grabbing an assault rifle, she made her way down the stairs. She calmly walked passed the shouting and fighting in the kitchen, Ben seemed to be enjoying himself,and brought up her gun. There were seven left, and they were aware that they had been discovered. She saw a flicker of movement in the doorway ahead of her (leading to her living room), and fired. As someone gave a cry of pain and crashed into the wall, she smiled. "Thank you, the many marines and ex-soldiers who posted themselves on youtube. A gun fired in the same room, bullets piercing through the wall, and she dove to the side, gasping in relief as her armor didn't fail her. Yet. "Oh, you cheeky little turd. You're still alive. She gathered herself, and moved into the room.
Ben had finished in the kitchen. There were limp bodies and holes everywhere, but at they could pay someone to fix that. He spun around as he heard more gunfire and the sounds of struggle from his livingroom. In an instant he was there, scanning the situation. Three bodies were on the ground, and Freya was in a fist fight with a fourth. Ben moved over behind her opponent and snapped his neck. Freya huffed at him, breathing hard. "I had him."
"Yeah you did. But we didn't have time for you to do that." Freya opened her mouth to give some acidic retort when a hissing noise made them both pause. "What's that? A section of the house exploded. Both Freya and Ben hit the ground as two more explosions rocked the house, a moment of silence coming. Cursing, Ben grabbed her and ran, leaping out the window. "RPGs? Really?!
The three remaining attackers all had them, and they were all aimed at the two Dover Twins. Ben didn't give them time to fire. He pushed Freya to the side, and race at them, yanking the weapons out of their hands before they could pull the triggers. Three quick blows later, their bodies joined the rest. Freya was glaring at the flaming remains of their house, muttering under her breath about all the lost orbs. Ben calmly walked up to her, raising an eyebrow at his shorter sister. "Well? What now?" She turned a baleful eye on him.
"Now? Now we find out who did this and we make them pay.
@Rtron Completely understandable, I just find that one iconic of the fast paced bloody mess that was Divinus OG (old guild or maybe original).
If It came off as less of a joke and more of an offense I am sorry. To be honest, back at 2013 I was too writing stuff that was kinda cringy, except I was 19.
No offense taken!
Speaking of Divinius OG, I think Vestec once smashed a meteor into Termite's underground goblin people. Through the earth, into their caverns.
So now Vestec once having a mask with 666 written is fact? mfw
A lot of what you wrote seems a bit unfamiliar to me though. Were you in the oldguild divinus and is mentioning lost content or is it new stuff in the old world?
Give me a break. I was 12..13? No older than 14.
Heavy handed symbolism with terrible writing was my go to.
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