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@kishin asura

Kerrigan grins, as she chambers the next round into her rifle.
"Ohhh, this is to easy~" She says, the only one able to hear is the wind, as she is perched in the second story window of the building across from the restaurant. She had scouted this place out after she learned of the underdog's date. She was even smart enough to plant explosives at the front door, in case he managed to get to the building.
The next shot was aimed to take off his other arm, at the shoulder again. She wanted both of his arms, to replace two of the ones she lost in death. She missed her extra arms...such a hassle, having only two. Thinking of this made her shutter, making the next shot only scratch the underdog's arm, leaving him a moment to rush ahead as she chambered her next round.
@Akihisa Yoshii

There soon was a disturbance in the darkness around them...something was pulling, ripping into the darkness..... The faint soul is now alone, and is before them, almost infantile, in it's current state.

"......Grrrrrrrrrrr....................AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Minx lets out, a growl before a shriek, as in a flash of lighting, darkness, molding of earth into flesh, and power into life, Minx unleashes a torrent of power, resurrecting the death sith...but, something was off. Clarent could see it. Kerrigan's soul had been purged of darkness, in exchange for new life. Laying before her, the new Kerrigan shook, coughed, and wheezed. Minx grinned, as she opened a portal, and cast the reborn sith into it, sending her off to her new station...a place where she would receive orders from Minx. Minx already had her first target selected for her new assassin.....

@kishin asura

The Under dog, where ever he may be, would find himself feeling watched....an eerie feeling to be sure. Kerrigan was watching him, though a scope of a rifle. One which she was ready to fire, aiming to sever her foe's arm at the shoulder. It was scrawny, weak looking...but it was a arm. One she very much wanted.
"Hehehe...." She chuckled to herself, as she squeezed the trigger, letting the first shoot seek its target.
@kishin asura

I felt like it might be a good way to bring him in. He does seem quite scary. I'll write out Kerrigan's stalking.
Soo, Kishin, mind us having a bit of a brawl? Kerrigan has decided to fight the underdog, as her first target.
Name: Kerrigan "The Stitch"
Age: 19
Powers:

Assembly required: Kerrigan can attach severed limbs to herself, allowing her to take a small amount of the power of the former limb owner's power.

Ex: As Kerrigan grappled with Rudan, she managed to sever a arm from a long distance. As Rudan charged forwards, Kerrigan moved stealth-fully around him, and attached the arm to her torso. Now, as Rudan closed the distance for the second time, Kerrgian was able to strike into his stomach, opening up his flesh long enough for her to shove a thermal detonator (a extremely high explosive grenade) intside of his stomach cavity, leading to.... explosive results. Thinking him dead, Kerrigan teleported away, but little did she know Rudan had only been momentarily disabled.

Trained assassin: Kerrigan can track, and observe her prey from a distance, allowing her to attack from optimal position, either up close, or from a long range. This also means she has on her person a large number of weaponry, ranging from old fashion ballistic firearms, to light sabers, to even explosives.

Force able: Kerrigan is no longer able to channel the dark side of the force, but can still manipulate it on a basic level, giving herself telekinetic abilities, an extra sense, a personal shield able to help deter other force abilities, and enhanced reflexes.

Target locked: Kerrigan targets random people for death, being sent to kill seen, and unseen dangers by her new mistress Minx. This is decided via a random number generator.

looks: Looking like a patch work doll made human, Kerrigan's body is lined with stitches holding her together. Her clothing changes all the time, and is never constant.

Theme song: https://youtu.be/ty0wr9epgKU
*Slaps Teo upside the head with a electro-bolt plasmid bottle.* I am the lighting fiend around here buddy. Also, side rp if yall are interested.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/78682-dark-war-fractured-world-max-12/ooc
*Pulls out the tesla coils.* Let's do this biz-nitches!
3 years ago, the great Mad war wreaked havoc, when a artifact of great power fell from the stars to the meek world, the God Shard. Not ready for such power. It drove those who wielded it mad, leading brother to slaughter brother, friend to gut friend, in an global war spanning 3 days. On the third day, the greatest warrior clashed with his fallen friend, one who fell to the madness within the God Shard. Using several smaller power crystals, the Great Warrior banished himself, and his friend from space and time, along with the God Crystal, trapping them in a place outside of existence.

The world in shambles lead to several powerful factions taking control of parts of the singular continent of the planet, the basic structure of the world shifted by the god crystal. In the remains of the largest city which remained after the mad war, G.U.N (Guardsmen of the united nations) now holds the south of the new Pangaea. Once the protectors, and keepers of the peace, G.U.N has turned into a tyrannical force, using slave labor to fuel their war machine. While their foot soldiers are sub-par, their vehicle division is unmatched in term of vehicular combat.

An old evil re-emerging from the shadows, the Dark Aliens now hold the far east, striking out at human settlements to gather fuel for their young, humans, and their farm stock. Their army lacks things in line with tanks, planes, and artillery, their infantry is unmatched, man for man. Their units also posses special abilities, and their strongest troops powers tend to outmatch those of other factions.

In the far west, a band of heroes have set up a small force, striving for world peace, and equality amount all. They are the few, but the proud, and the powerful. Each one has grown more powerful than their fellows in other factions overall, but they do not have an army. They do not need numbers, for their strength allows them to not only defeat armies, but do so without killing their foes. They also have more heroes among them.

In the north, a great army of robotic soldiers await, a madman seeking to put the entire planet under the heel of his boot. His war fleet gives this robotic force a terrifying mobile base. His ground forces vary from humanoid robotic warriors, armed with an array of weapons, to air drones, able to float across the ground to strike from many angles. This force has the overall most balanced army, but their elites suffer, starting off weaker than other factions heroes.

While these factions duke it out, those with gull, and strength may be persuaded to strike it out on their own...a perilous, but very lucrative endeavor.

This is the basic plot ^^^^ Soo, how does it sound? You'd play as special unit, basically a "hero" unit in an rts, the best of the best. While not any of the leaders, your characters would go about, going on missions to level up, or going to stop other foes from completing missions. There is a limit of 3 heroes a faction, and it's first come first serve.

CS Sheet:
Name:
Race: *Human, Alien, Special*
Bio:
Faction:
Stats:
Weapons:

Warning, Darwinism is in effect.

Ex: As So-and-so ran head first into a G.U.N facility, alone, wielding only his sword, he knew he'd be able to take on the entire facility single-handedl- Darwinism -y, only to get gunned down by the 5 or so guards standing ready, for such a moment.
@Akihisa Yoshii

The blade found attempting to will the energy into submission, or at least the energy he sensed around, proved difficult.
"What ever you're trying, stop, before I kick you out the airlock into the nearest sun." Minx growls, as they arrive on a planet, one Ventus, Micheal, and Creed had ventured to not to long ago, during the Dark Crisis. Minx grabbed the blade, and began to walk out, and Clarent could see a familiar plain.....

".....Kerrigan......" Minx whispered, and in the energy around them, a soul floated...one, with the darkness. Not eroded by it, but melded. In death, Kerrigan was one with the force...a small part of it. So small...so fragile. Nearby, a large ruined pillar jutted out of the ground, a scar on this otherwise pleasant world...and around it, darkness spiraled, and flowed.....

Clarent could remember this place...Maybe. And maybe, he'd remember slicing though Kerrigan's flesh.
@Akihisa Yoshii
As she was bathed in flame, something strange happened. Minx's skin turned a dark red, as the flames seemed to be consumed by her, feeding her. Soon, she grew tired of Clarent's attempts at harming her, and she ran a large amount of force lighting though him, harming even the immortal sword. A searing pain, unleashed within his form by her hand.

"Either cease, or I will break you." Minx growls, as she heads to the hanger, and gets into one of her ships..and flies off, Clarent sat in a small case beside the pilot seat.
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