Sudkurve

Grove

Glad to see this getting going. I'll get a post up tomorrow as I'm on my phone and won't have PC access.

Grove

"I have never felt hate like I feel for my father..."

Race

Dhampir

A Dhampir is the offspring a human and a vampire. Key features of the race are as followed:

•They often retain the visual features of their vampire parent depending on the species of vampire. For example a more beastial species of vampire will result in offspring with that beastial appearance.

•In addition to appearance, they will inherit certain abilities of their vampire parent.

•Almost all offspring are a result of a male vampire and female human.

•The thirst is much more manageable and controllable for a dhampir than it is for a pure bred vampire. Animal blood and normal food can sustain them, however they require it in greater volumes than human blood.

•Most dhampir become vampire hunters, often out of a hatred from their father for making them what they are.

•Most will age as a human till 30 at which point they will cease ageing and retain their appearance, effectively becoming immortal.

•Dhampir must consume 1.5x more food than a normal human, 100ml of human blood or 500ml of animal blood on daily basis to keep the hunger at bay. Failure to do so will result in the Dhampir losing total control to their bloodlust, attacking everything and anything in it's way until the hunger is fed.

Age
32

Gender
Male

STR: 3
END: 2
DEX: 4
INT: 1
MAG: 0

Abilities
[Positive / Negative]

Unnatural Reactions - [DEX 4+]
Seymour's father was from a species of vampire called Morgen, a species suited for martial combat. While lacking the strength of more feral species such as Strigoi, they are highly agile. They have exceptional reaction times.

Vampiric Strength - [STR 3+]
Seymour is as strong as a very strong human albeit with a frame much more slight than a human of equivilant strength.

Regeneration - [Racial Ability]
Small cuts are healed almost instantly. Stab wounds, gunshot wounds and the like heal after several hours. Dismembered limbs can grow back but depending on the point it is severed, takes at least a week.

Bloodsight - [Racial Ability]
Bloodsight is the ability to hear nearby heartbeats and within ten metres, able to see the vascular system of that creature. When in range the entire vascular system of the creature appears to glow, giving away their position even in total darkness. Heartbeats can be heard through solid objects such as a building wall while the vascular system can only be seen through clothing. Creatures without circulatory systems or the undead are entirely immune to this.

The Hunger - [Racial Ability]
As mentioned in the racial description, Dhampir must consume a certain amount of food, animal blood or human blood per day or risk succumbing to the hunger. If the hunger takes over he will lose all control and become a danger to friend and foe alike.

Inventory

Funds
G S C
[1] - [52] - [17]

Weaponry
•72" Silver Steel Sword
•x5 Silver Stakes
•Silver Caltrops

Attire
•Large Hat
•Leather Armour
•Long Cloak

Transport
•Horse with Saddlebags

Survival
•x5 Vials of Donated Human Blood
•Canteen for Animal Blood [Empty]
•20 Metre Rope

Miscellaneous
•Mothers Pendant - Glows In Presence of Supernatural Entities With a Range of 5m.

Appearance

Appearance

Biography
Catherine was from the famous Von Carstein family, rich, popular and people who genuinely cared for those in their community. Their mansion sat atop a hill overlooking their township of Old Keep, a bustling and thriving community not far from Rosashire. The township was named after the crumbling keep that it was built around, the stonework construct left with nothing more than two walls and pile of rubble at it's base.

One night the town fell victim to an attack from a riotous mob of undead and vampires who tore the townsfolk apart and raided their stores. By time daylight rose it was shining on smouldering ashes, dried blood and rotting corpses. Many of the people of Old Keep died and not one remained who hadn't lost a loved one. For Catherine her experience was one of the worst, forced to watch her two siblings drunk dry by a vampire known as Caleb the Red. Once finished with her siblings he moved to drink her too, stopping short and subjected her to hours of torment. All that saved Catherine was the approaching sunlight, Caleb leaving her mansion, filling it with laughter.

As the months passed the town rebuilt, covering the damage inflicted upon it. What couldn't be concealed was the internal scars and vivid nightmares that the townsfolk had to deal with every day. Memories of friends and loved ones being taken from them taunted them all. After the night the once welcoming town turned sour and wary of any outsider, particularly non-humans. A wall was soon built and at times of particular worry the guards refuse entry to all but the towns populace. One thing that became evident as the wall was being built, was that Catherine was with child. She spent the remainder of the pregnancy locked away in the mansion, scared of what might happen to her and the child should they learn of it's conception. She knew that the offspring of a human and vampire was not guarenteed to grow up evil and regardless of how it came to pass, it was her child within her.

When the birth finally happened she named the child Seymour after her grandfather. His skin was pale and his ears turned up to points, inherited from his father. He was kept secret from the townsfolk for several years before word eventually made it out. Out of respect to Catherine and her family the town gave her the opportunity to leave with Seymour or to hand him over to them. Catherine's choice was easy and within a few days she was on the road with Seymour.

Years hurried by as Catherine and Seymour travelled around the country, not staying in any particular place longer than necessary. Eventually Catherine found a job working in a village tavern that gave her accomodation and food in lieu of pay. They were welcomed and accepted as residents of the village much like Old Keep once did for strangers. Growing up here gave Seymour a deep respect for the living and how they showed compassion for all living creatures, this is what helped stop him from becoming his father. He worked daily on a farm from a young age, whether in the fields or with the livestock.

When Seymour turned sixteen he became part of the town watch and was trained by a former monster hunter, Isiah. In addition to combat training, Isiah taught Seymour about the many creatures that inhabited the world, covering everything from racial traits to weaknesses. Given the responsibility that would be put upon him it was important he would be able to cope with whatever happened. After completing his training there was a period of calm for several years, until his father returned.

While patrolling in the dark of night Seymour heard cries from the far side of the village, within minutes the air was filled with nothing but screams. Along with the other members of the town watch, Seymour moved from house to house to find flesh torn corpses and horrified relatives inside. Any lingering creatures were swiftly dealt with by blade and fire, the group lucky enough to save some families from suffering any harm. Upon reaching the tavern Seymour and the others were witnesses to a slaughter as people ran in every direction only to be cut down and then feasted upon. In the middle of them all stood a cloaked figure who held his mother by the neck, his face lit by the glowing pendant she wore. Seymour called out to her, the attention of the figure switching to him. The figure revealed a toothy smile, his long fangs reaching over his bottom teeth. "My son..." the figure spoke before turning to Catherine, "Know this human, he will be just like his father."

Seymour charged forward with sword in hand but could only watch as the vampire closed his fist around his mothers neck, crushing her neck instantly. Her body fell in a heap on the floor as the vampire let out a monstrous laugh. Before he was able to speak, Seymour began wildly swinging his sword to cut him down. The vampire dodged the attacks with ease, taunting Seymour with each missed swing and stab. "Join with me...join your father and you can have whatever you want." Seymour's eyes poured with tears as he felt the anger rise within. "Your mother was nothing more than a human, we are much...much more." Seymour let out a bellowing roar, catching his father in the stomach with a solid knee. He followed up with an elbow to the back of his head, driving him into the dirt. As he swung his sword down for a finishing blow he felt his whole body freeze in place, unable to move. His father rose from the dirt, once again laughing in Seymour's face. "I am Caleb the Red...I am your father...You will act like my child or you will find yourself in the same state as that." Caleb gestured at the motionless Catherine, a smile stretching across his mouth. "Anyway...it is time for us to finish our business here..." Caleb swung his fist at Seymour, knocking him unconscious.

When Seymour awoke he found himself to be the only person left alive, even the cattle and sheep had been killed. For several hours Seymour mourned his mother before promising her to claim vengeance for her and those his father had slain. He spent the remainder of the day burying those that he could, leaving his mother till last. He buried her beneath a large oak tree but not before taking her pendant with him, it was all she owned that he could keep with him. Once he had finished his goodbyes he left the village and began the search for his father.

Up to the present day he has worked as a freelance monster hunter, his efficiency earning him a growing reputation in the region. He revelled in protecting the defenseless but it was all to better himself for the time he once again meets his father.

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Grove

Seymour Von Carstein

"I have never felt hate like I feel for my father..."

Race

Dhampir

A Dhampir is the offspring a human and a vampire. Key features of the race are as followed:

•They often retain the visual features of their vampire parent depending on the species of vampire. For example a more beastial species of vampire will result in offspring with that beastial appearance.

•In addition to appearance, they will inherit certain abilities of their vampire parent.

•Almost all offspring are a result of a male vampire and female human.

•The thirst is much more manageable and controllable for a dhampir than it is for a pure bred vampire. Animal blood and normal food can sustain them, however they require it in greater volumes than human blood.

•Most dhampir become vampire hunters, often out of a hatred from their father for making them what they are.

•Most will age as a human till 30 at which point they will cease ageing and retain their appearance, effectively becoming immortal.

•Dhampir must consume 1.5x more food than a normal human, 100ml of human blood or 500ml of animal blood on daily basis to keep the hunger at bay. Failure to do so will result in the Dhampir losing total control to their bloodlust, attacking everything and anything in it's way until the hunger is fed.

Age
32

Gender
Male

STR: 3
END: 2
DEX: 4
INT: 1
MAG: 0

Abilities
[Positive / Negative]

Unnatural Reactions - [DEX 4+]
Seymour's father was from a species of vampire called Morgen, a species suited for martial combat. While lacking the strength of more feral species such as Strigoi, they are highly agile. They have exceptional reaction times.

Vampiric Strength - [STR 3+]
Seymour is as strong as a very strong human albeit with a frame much more slight than a human of equivilant strength.

Regeneration - [Racial Ability]
Small cuts are healed almost instantly. Stab wounds, gunshot wounds and the like heal after several hours. Dismembered limbs can grow back but depending on the point it is severed, takes at least a week.

Bloodsight - [Racial Ability]
Bloodsight is the ability to hear nearby heartbeats and within ten metres, able to see the vascular system of that creature. When in range the entire vascular system of the creature appears to glow, giving away their position even in total darkness. Heartbeats can be heard through solid objects such as a building wall while the vascular system can only be seen through clothing. Creatures without circulatory systems or the undead are entirely immune to this.

The Hunger - [Racial Ability]
As mentioned in the racial description, Dhampir must consume a certain amount of food, animal blood or human blood per day or risk succumbing to the hunger. If the hunger takes over he will lose all control and become a danger to friend and foe alike.

Inventory

Funds
G S C
[1] - [53] - [17]

Weaponry
•72" Silver Steel Sword
•x5 Silver Stakes
•Silver Caltrops

Attire
•Large Hat
•Leather Armour
•Long Cloak

Transport
•Horse with Saddlebags

Survival
•x5 Vials of Donated Human Blood
•Canteen for Animal Blood [Empty]
•20 Metre Rope

Miscellaneous
•Mothers Pendant - Glows In Presence of Supernatural Entities With a Range of 5m.

Appearance

Appearance

Biography
Catherine was from the famous Von Carstein family, rich, popular and people who genuinely cared for those in their community. Their mansion sat atop a hill overlooking their township of Old Keep, a bustling and thriving community not far from Rosashire. The township was named after the crumbling keep that it was built around, the stonework construct left with nothing more than two walls and pile of rubble at it's base.

One night the town fell victim to an attack from a riotous mob of undead and vampires who tore the townsfolk apart and raided their stores. By time daylight rose it was shining on smouldering ashes, dried blood and rotting corpses. Many of the people of Old Keep died and not one remained who hadn't lost a loved one. For Catherine her experience was one of the worst, forced to watch her two siblings drunk dry by a vampire known as Caleb the Red. Once finished with her siblings he moved to drink her too, stopping short and subjected her to hours of torment. All that saved Catherine was the approaching sunlight, Caleb leaving her mansion, filling it with laughter.

As the months passed the town rebuilt, covering the damage inflicted upon it. What couldn't be concealed was the internal scars and vivid nightmares that the townsfolk had to deal with every day. Memories of friends and loved ones being taken from them taunted them all. After the night the once welcoming town turned sour and wary of any outsider, particularly non-humans. A wall was soon built and at times of particular worry the guards refuse entry to all but the towns populace. One thing that became evident as the wall was being built, was that Catherine was with child. She spent the remainder of the pregnancy locked away in the mansion, scared of what might happen to her and the child should they learn of it's conception. She knew that the offspring of a human and vampire was not guarenteed to grow up evil and regardless of how it came to pass, it was her child within her.

When the birth finally happened she named the child Seymour after her grandfather. His skin was pale and his ears turned up to points, inherited from his father. He was kept secret from the townsfolk for several years before word eventually made it out. Out of respect to Catherine and her family the town gave her the opportunity to leave with Seymour or to hand him over to them. Catherine's choice was easy and within a few days she was on the road with Seymour.

Years hurried by as Catherine and Seymour travelled around the country, not staying in any particular place longer than necessary. Eventually Catherine found a job working in a village tavern that gave her accomodation and food in lieu of pay. They were welcomed and accepted as residents of the village much like Old Keep once did for strangers. Growing up here gave Seymour a deep respect for the living and how they showed compassion for all living creatures, this is what helped stop him from becoming his father. He worked daily on a farm from a young age, whether in the fields or with the livestock.

When Seymour turned sixteen he became part of the town watch and was trained by a former monster hunter, Isiah. In addition to combat training, Isiah taught Seymour about the many creatures that inhabited the world, covering everything from racial traits to weaknesses. Given the responsibility that would be put upon him it was important he would be able to cope with whatever happened. After completing his training there was a period of calm for several years, until his father returned.

While patrolling in the dark of night Seymour heard cries from the far side of the village, within minutes the air was filled with nothing but screams. Along with the other members of the town watch, Seymour moved from house to house to find flesh torn corpses and horrified relatives inside. Any lingering creatures were swiftly dealt with by blade and fire, the group lucky enough to save some families from suffering any harm. Upon reaching the tavern Seymour and the others were witnesses to a slaughter as people ran in every direction only to be cut down and then feasted upon. In the middle of them all stood a cloaked figure who held his mother by the neck, his face lit by the glowing pendant she wore. Seymour called out to her, the attention of the figure switching to him. The figure revealed a toothy smile, his long fangs reaching over his bottom teeth. "My son..." the figure spoke before turning to Catherine, "Know this human, he will be just like his father."

Seymour charged forward with sword in hand but could only watch as the vampire closed his fist around his mothers neck, crushing her neck instantly. Her body fell in a heap on the floor as the vampire let out a monstrous laugh. Before he was able to speak, Seymour began wildly swinging his sword to cut him down. The vampire dodged the attacks with ease, taunting Seymour with each missed swing and stab. "Join with me...join your father and you can have whatever you want." Seymour's eyes poured with tears as he felt the anger rise within. "Your mother was nothing more than a human, we are much...much more." Seymour let out a bellowing roar, catching his father in the stomach with a solid knee. He followed up with an elbow to the back of his head, driving him into the dirt. As he swung his sword down for a finishing blow he felt his whole body freeze in place, unable to move. His father rose from the dirt, once again laughing in Seymour's face. "I am Caleb the Red...I am your father...You will act like my child or you will find yourself in the same state as that." Caleb gestured at the motionless Catherine, a smile stretching across his mouth. "Anyway...it is time for us to finish our business here..." Caleb swung his fist at Seymour, knocking him unconscious.

When Seymour awoke he found himself to be the only person left alive, even the cattle and sheep had been killed. For several hours Seymour mourned his mother before promising her to claim vengeance for her and those his father had slain. He spent the remainder of the day burying those that he could, leaving his mother till last. He buried her beneath a large oak tree but not before taking her pendant with him, it was all she owned that he could keep with him. Once he had finished his goodbyes he left the village and began the search for his father.

Up to the present day he has worked as a freelance monster hunter, his efficiency earning him a growing reputation in the region. He revelled in protecting the defenseless but it was all to better himself for the time he once again meets his father.

Other
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Theme

Notable Actions
(IC related actions will go here as a record)

Grove

@Total Your app looks good

@Sudkurve Yours seems a bit OP, I'm a bit concerned about the dodging musket shots

@Grnmachine Your app looks good too

It appears that this has enough interest, and I have posted the actual roleplay. Would everyone who has posted an application please copy and paste it onto the thread, just so we can have everyone's applications in one place.

Proper thread: roleplayerguild.com/topics/168882-gro…

@EncodedError

Thats more for the capabilities of Vampires than himself. If his DEX ever reached 10 then that's what it'd be. Either way I'll edit it out when I get back to my PC :)

Grove

CS: Biography is WIP

Seymour Von Carstein

Race

Dhampir

A Dhampir is the offspring a human and a vampire. Key features of the race are as followed:

•They often retain the visual features of their vampire parent depending on the species of vampire. For example a more beastial species of vampire will result in offspring with that beastial appearance.

•In addition to appearance, they will inherit certain abilities of their vampire parent.

•Almost all offspring are a result of a male vampire and female human.

•The thirst is much more manageable and controllable for a dhampir than it is for a pure bred vampire. Animal blood and normal food can sustain them, however they require it in greater volumes than human blood.

•Most dhampir become vampire hunters, often out of a hatred from their father for making them what they are.

•Most will age as a human till 30 at which point they will cease ageing and retain their appearance, effectively becoming immortal.

•Dhampir are heavily resistent to the cold and do not need to worry about long exposure to sub zero temperatures.

•Several hours of exposure to sunlight on skin can result in severe burns, potentially leading to shock, coma and ultimately death.

•Dhampir must consume 1.5x more food than a normal human, 100ml of human blood or 500ml of animal blood on daily basis to keep the hunger at bay. Failure to do so will result in the Dhampir losing total control to their bloodlust, attacking everything and anything in it's way until the hunger is satiated.

Age
32

Gender
Male

STR: 3
END: 2
DEX: 4
INT: 1
MAG: 0

Abilities
[Positive / Negative]

Unnatural Reactions - [DEX 4+]
Seymour's father was from a species of vampire called Morgen, a species experienced in martial combat and not very well versed in magic. While lacking the strength of more feral species such as Strigoi, they are highly agile. It is almost as if they experience combat in slow motion, making the dodging of incoming attacks much easier. This ability has passed on to Seymour albeit currently in a lesser form. With more focus and harnessing his natural instincts, he could eventually reach the same capability as full vampires.

Vampiric Strength - [STR 3+]
The Morgen rely on martial prowess to get the job done over brute strength. That isn't to say that they are not strong in their own right. Where Strigoi are persistantly powerful, Morgen can occassionally unleash bursts of insane strength. Quick actions (e.g. strikes) result in massively increased strength where longer actions (e.g. lifting and holding a horse cart) result in much less drastic increases.

Regeneration - [Racial Ability]
The Morgen are for the most part, an attractive species of Vampire. While most races would scar from wounds, the Morgen heal at a rapid rate and look as if they have never faced a hard day in their existence. In the case of Seymour this has passed from his father onto him. Smaller wounds are healed almost instantly while more serious ones can take several hours, or in the case of dismembered limbs, up to a week.

Bloodsight - [Racial Ability]
Bloodsight is the ability to hear nearby heartbeats and within twenty metres, able to see the vascular system of that creature. When in range the entire vascular system of the creature appears to glow, giving away their position even in total darkness. Heartbeats can be heard through solid objects such as a building wall while the vascular system can only be seen through clothing.

The Hunger - [Racial Ability]
As mentioned in the racial description, Dhampir must consume a certain amount of food, animal blood or human blood per day or risk succumbing to the hunger. If the hunger takes over he will lose all control and become a danger to friend and foe alike.

Inventory

Weaponry
•72" Silver Steel Sword
•x5 Silver Stakes
•Silver Caltrops

Attire
•Large Hat
•Leather Armour
•Long Cloak

Transport
•Horse with Saddlebags

Survival
•x5 Vials of Donated Human Blood
•Canteen for Animal Blood [Empty]
•20 Metre Rope

Miscellaneous
•Mothers Pendant - Glows In Presence of Supernatural Entities

Appearance

Picture

Biography (Your character’s history, 1 paragraph minimum)

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Pokemon: The Long Road

Location: Oak Institute [Pallet Town]
Player Tags: @Sketcher @Alias @0 Azzy 0

Pokemon in Party

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Institute Interior

As Shane uttered the words fax machine the professor leading him smirked, much to the annoyance of Arianna. "I'm glad you find this situation funny. After we have helped this young man out I want to see you in my office." The smirk on his face quickly turned to a look of horror before returning his focus to the clipboard in front of him. "So we have Alex out of Cerulean City aged 16," the young lad next to Shane nodding, "and Shane Michaels from Vermillion aged 19." Shane stopped dead in his tracks, causing the others to turn and look at him. "That isn't me...my name is Shane Matthews and i'm 17." A vein began to bulge on the temple of Professor Oak as the other labcoat wearing individual hung his head low. "It seems there has been a clerical error." Arianna's eyes filled with a red hot rage that even her polite smile could not hide. "Please forgive me, i'll just make a quick phone call."

Arianna pulled a phone from her pocket and moved away from ear shot. She paced back and forth for a minute before putting her phone away. "Well it is good news for you Shane, your documents are all in order. I truely am sorry for the inconvenience as i'm sure my colleague is." Her colleague was bowing for forgiveness frantically, clearly Oak was capable of giving a telling off a drill sergeant would be jealous of. "If you are quick you might be able to catch the others." Shane quickly said his goodbyes before making his way outside.

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Outside the Institute

Sully watched as his new companions Torchic sprinted off towards the nearby forest, the small creature was clearly inquisitive. As for his Axew, he wasn't far behind the other pokemon, not wanting to be outdone by something smaller than himself. Sully let out a laugh , the positivity and energy of the two pokemon was infectious. "Ah...He's eager!" Wye said as he chased after Cid.
"I think these two could be a handful..." Sully spoke with a grin stretched across his face. He began to move to catch the others but was stopped by a voice from behind him.

"Hey...hey...wait..." From behind him came one of the other trainers who had gone with Oak. He frantically sprinted with his Duskull in tow, floating effortlessly along. Sully waved and turned to Wye. "Hey Wye, it looks like Shane is going to be coming with us." As Shane reached the others, he explained what had happened and the guys joked about it briefly. As the laughter dropped off the reality of their situation set in, they were about to set out on a journey that could well take over the rest of their lives. Whatever they were going to face from this point on, they would face with their pokemon and with each other. "Right then, Pewter City here we come." The group and their pokemon heading towards route 1, beginning their adventure.

Grove

I'm very much interested

Pokemon: The Long Road

Sorry guys been a hectic weekend with birthdays and a sci-fi convention for good measure.

I'll get a post up tomorrow.

@0 Azzy 0 feel free to just post yourself coming outside to meet us, don't really need me to reply to be honest. If you haven't done it by time I go to post tomorrow I'll write you doing it so I can get us moving.

Pokemon: The Long Road

@0 Azzy 0 feel free to write up joining up with us as and when you want.

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

Role: SOLDIER 1st Class
Location: Junon
Tag: N/A

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Caius overheard an incoming message through his small, discreet earpiece, "The hacker has been spotted. I repeat, the hacker has been spotted. If able-bodied please assist in the capture of said hacker. Coordinates will be sent after this prompt." He hurridly looked at his phone to find the coordinates on the screen. Without so much as a goodbye to the other SOLDIERs around him, he set off sprinting towards the coordinates provided.

His initial briefing and call from his superiors was about bringing an end to the situation in Junon, but it gave him an opportunity to continue an investigation he was undertaking. For a long time Caius had become progressively disillusioned with his role in Shinra and of Shinra itself. He had been told stories by people from all over the world of things they had seen happen at the hands of the organisation, things that would make the hardiest men cry. He started by investigating the stories, first by checking news reports and then comparing these to mission reports. So many files were restricted, even to him, that he had to use contacts to release the files to him. Before long he had uncovered several instances of extortion, torture and murder of the innocent. While the number of stories that were accurate were small, each instance of truth he found had never once resulted in disciplinary action. It was almost as if Shinra was hugging the world with the left hand while slitting it's throat with the right.

The main perpetrators of the stories he had seen were the Turks. They operated in almost total secrecy even from the SOLDIERs watchful eyes, it meant that they only answered to their bosses. Caius knew that if he wanted to see the true Shinra that he had to watch the Turks operate. Luckily for him this operation was no secret as they were fully briefed of what the Turks were doing, meaning he would get his opportunity to observe them for himself.

After a few minutes he spotted a tornado in the distance, a female body could clearly be seen slamming hard into the floor as suited individuals approached. Before they could reach her a jeep with several people in screeched to a halt. At the distance he was he was unable to hear their exchange and so moved closer. He kept to the shadows to stay hidden, having no intention of helping the Turks capture the hacker. He wanted to see how they operated and whether they were what his research was showing them to be, they couldn't be allowed to continue to act against the innocent or defenceless with total impunity...