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Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Finally got the post up for Cheshire so we can get the ball rolling on that Legion mission. Sorry for the delay.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

C H E S H I R E

Bangkok, Thailand

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^{January 1st, 2052 | 11:59pm | Government House of Thailand}

The soldiers barked orders back and forth in their native tongue, fear creeping into the voices of those trying to face down the rebels. This was a last stand, and every Junta knew it. Amongst the officers was a woman of seemingly mixed heritage, barking out orders like the rest of them. Her green eyes scanned the battlements, meeting the gaze of a few other soldiers operating the machine gun nests. With but a nod, everything fell apart. The machine guns were turned on the Junta soldiers, away from the rebel forces. Officers, Generals even, were mowed down indiscriminately. The chaos had everyone confused. Jade Nguyen began barking orders, labelling one tank or another as traitors. It was easy watching the tanks and APCs turning on each other, the rebels pushing farther ahead as the Junta line was falling.

But Jade had no time to sit and watch the chaos unfold. She had bigger fish to fry. Or, more accurately, more fish to cut to shreds. She began to shed her disguise, removing her military coat and undoing her skirt to reveal her short, green kimono underneath. On her belt were a few canisters, a collection of throwing knives, and her trusty sai. She gave a small smile as she entered in the East side of the building, a few individuals shedding their uniforms and following her in.

They were silent and lethal, and the Junta security forces didn’t see what was coming. Literally. The power was cut sufficiently, leaving the security forces with only flashlights to guide them. That didn’t work out well. What truly lit up the hallways and offices were the bullets ripping from the guns as the Junta shot wildly, the knives and swords cutting into the soldiers. They didn’t stand much of a chance against the League of Shadows.

Cheshire was the swiftest of them. She didn’t exactly blend into the shadows as the other operatives did, given they wore black while Jade wore a brighter green. Jade didn’t need to hide much when she was as swift and merciless with a blade as she was. She cut into them like butter. It was far too simple. And while most would be safe to assume she’d be on her way to the elevator, like the others from the Legion surely would… Jade believed in an order to things. Rather than walk in cloaked, or shooting everything down, a gentle touch could get the job done and make sure everyone got what they wanted.

And so, Jade avoided the cameras as she neared the security office. A suite of offices sharing bullet-proof glass walls and a host of security terminals, where Junta intelligence officers were watching the cameras or monitoring the defenses. A few of the sentry turrets appeared to have been taken down, and Cheshire rolled her eyes as she heard one of the officers loudly barking orders for a few squads defending the East shift to the West, given the clear intrusion. It was pure chaos. With a slight smile, Cheshire slipped on her mask, attaching the proper air filter installed into it, and walked in with her hips swaying slightly. She dropped a single canister on the ground after closing the door into the offices. A noxious green gas began emitting, filling the room. And while normally the gas would be filtered out to some extent, it appeared one of the League’s foot soldiers did manage to get his hands on the ventilation controls. Within seconds, the security officers were unconscious and dying in their sleep, though a few met a quicker end when they drew their firearms in such a confined space.

Jade approached a console in the back office, quickly tapping away. After a few moments, she smiled beneath her mask as she moved to exit the security offices and make her way towards the elevators. Her voice chimed in on the general Legion comms. “Cheshire reporting in. Turrets disabled, cameras have been wiped. Two Junta squads remaining inside of the facility, and the rebels are getting close to the front door. You only have 5 minutes tops until we infiltrate the safe room. Don’t keep a girl waiting.” Her footsoldiers, only four in number, moved in to intercept and regroup with her as they approached the central elevator. There was no way the League of Shadows was going to miss the fun.

The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

La Vida: Streets

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Knight gave a small smile as the car bumped along the road. They weren’t that far from the Wayward House, the one where his remaining supplies lied. The game was over in Knight’s mind. His point would be proven easily enough. The officer’s head a small crack, causing the one in the passenger seat to turn around and look at Knight. By that point, it was too late. His left hand was out of the cuffs, and Knight was bracing himself as he used both feet to kick at the door. It didn’t take long until the force caused the door’s locking mechanism to break. The car was already trying to pull over to the side. What a mistake.

The three cop cars had pulled to the side of the road, out in the dark streets of La Vida only a dozen or so blocks from the Wayward House. Guns were drawn as Knight stood outside with one arm raised, the other clearly out of its socket with a slightly mangled hand. A wicked smile was on his lips as they fired into him, holes tearing through the fabric of his clothing. The horror that came next, a look he was used to, always got to him. He had a point to prove. And so within seconds they all laid dead, killed by a one-armed psychopath.

Well, all but one was dead. A woman, early 30’s, was clutching to life as the bullet had lodged itself into her stomach. She didn’t have much longer. She wasn’t what James wanted, though. He reached for the microphone attached to the radio on her belt, pressing down on the button. “I am the vigilante known as Knight. I’ve been curing your city of its plague, eliminating members of the gangs. You’ve placed your trust in a certain group of vigilantes… children in costumes. You have one month to reveal their identities to the press and end your support. I tried to save your city… but if you do not comply, I will kill your chief of police. No one will be safe. You have a choice to make, ladies and gentlemen. Choose wisely.”

He smiled as he fished out his weapons and gas mask, stowing them on his person as he made his way back out onto the streets.

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Knight’s room was starkly empty. The weapons on the wall were gone, his clothes too disappeared. The window remained open, the wind whistling in. There were only two signs Knight had ever lived there. The hooks imbedded into the wall, used to showcase his vast array of weaponry, remained. A note was hooked into the wall by a knife, containing Knight’s goodbye message, with a smudge of blood along the edge:

“You knew what I was when you asked me to join. I was a shadow seeking to help those who were trampled on and abused. I continue that work in the name of justice, doing what you never could. I warned what would happen, Ashlyn, if you handed me to the authorities. Their blood lines this note, blood spilled as a consequence of your decision.

I am giving you all a chance to walk away and leave me to my methods. If you abandon La Vida and let it be purged of its sickness, you will be spared. Your half-measures are not enough to stop the gangs and end the violence. Violence must be stopped with violence, death matched with death. It is not pretty, but it is necessary.

Good luck with your efforts, you wayward souls. You better hope you don’t see me again.”

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<Snipped quote by webboysurf>

I'd rather have everyone else's opinion, too before I do so. Just to be fair. :)

@Hushed Whispers

It was essentially just my approval, of course. I know I don't speak for everyone XD

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@Hushed Whispers

If you want to GM, go ahead. Happy to tag along.

Club Codename

So I'm guessing most if not all PCs have been working here for some time, so it's pretty free-form as to what we do?

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

Devronian Arx

Name: Devronian Arx
Age: 26
Class: Sith Warrior
Home Planet: Balmorra

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Appearance:
Standing in at 6' even and weighing nearly 180 lbs, the Zabrak Dev is a rather large gentleman but not naturally imposing. With his daily, intense physical regimen, Dev is rather strong naturally for a Jedi. His skin is red, with traditional black markings upon his face, along with a ring of horns around the crown of his head. He was born bald, his genetics not allowing for the growing of hair. But these features do not much matter, given Dev always wears his helmet since his fall to the dark side. He hides every inch of his person behind his armor, creating an almost inhuman appearance (as intended).

Personality:
Dev in more recent years, has become a raging wildfire of emotion. Anger, fear, and pain have twisted the once level-headed Jedi Knight into a force of destruction. Dev will always be one to strike first, and ask questions later. His quickness to anger makes Dev difficult to socialize with or get close to. While often angry and impatient, Dev does maintain a level of clarity when performing simple actions, such as cooking or piloting. His piloting in high stress situations remains calculated and clear. At the same time, Dev is one of honor and tradition. He never strikes down a foe without provocation, and never kills an unarmed opponent. He also rarely backs down from a challenge, coming from the mindset that if you hit your head against a wall hard enough and long enough, it'll break eventually.

Dev is not one for unnecessary and extreme evil. He doesn't kill civilians for the sake of the dark side, believing himself to be a "true vessel of justice" that the Jedi could never become. He believes himself judge, jury, and executioner. Dev is one to butt heads with serial murderers and straight criminals, seeing them as lesser individuals acting purely on their own personal pleasures. In Dev's mind, he is a selfless crusader. He does struggle with his actions and his own lapses in judgement and morality, but tends to bottle this in to further fuel his rage-induced crusade of "justice."

History:
Raised on Balmorra as the only child of two Zabrak immigrants, Dev was forced from an early age into the droid factories. He made barely any money and worked in illegal conditions, but it was what one did to help their family. He was instilled with a sense of honor and duty to his parents, though they did not share the same beliefs. They were selfish, focused on their family name being important in the galaxy. So when a Jedi Knight had somehow traced down Dev and informed his parents that the child was force sensitive, he was whisked away to Ossus and trained to be a Jedi Knight.

Gasus Corin, a Zabrak Jedi Master at the time, took in Dev from the beginning and trained him. He could tell early on that Dev's connection to the force itself was not strong, but his determination and perseverance were unparalleled amongst the padawans at the time. The two made a quick connection, especially given Corin was a brilliant lightsaber duelist who taught "The Perseverance Form." Dev took to it simply, becoming a remarkable lightsaber duelist early on.

Due to the slightly turbulent nature of Dev's emotions, he was rarely called upon to serve alongside his master when peace needed to be kept. To ensure the padawan did not feel out of place on these assignments, he was taught from an early age to pilot the transport shuttles and craft that they took on assignment. On top of this, Dev often occupied himself with somewhat menial tasks. The padawan found himself cooking on-board the ship, as well as using his minimal knowledge of droids and the factory he worked on to get a better understanding of how to patch up the ship when things ultimately went wrong. Somehow, everything felt clear in the cockpit of a starship for Dev, or while in the kitchen or workshop. He never truly got the chance to gain intense experience in any of these skills until much later in life, but he knows enough to get by.

Once undergoing the appropriate trials, Dev did manage to attain the status of Jedi Knight at a slightly delayed age. He had shown levels of restraint and control over the years, and was admittedly a very talented duelist. He is one of a select few Jedi who had achieved a decent mastery of both Ataru (for single combat) and Shien (for larger crowds). It was fitting, then, that he would be involved in the end of the Beast Wars.

He was called in as backup, and watched the battle at Iziz and its horrors. He had never truly fought in open combat before, and the thrill of battle scared him. He enjoyed the challenge of battle, and felt he had found his calling as a warrior. Even more so, he was impressed by the raw power that even he felt in the force that day. The enemies he fought had a vigor and power behind them, and Dev was touched by the dark side. He wanted its power so that he could use it for good. But this, of course, was forbidden by the Jedi religion. For the next few months, Dev spoke to several other Jedi Knights and the Jedi Masters on Ossus to question the nature of the dark side. And over those few months, his allies and friends began to distance themselves and Dev himself heard the whisperings of the others at the Temple. They had branded him as corrupted and power-hungry, as someone unworthy of the title of Jedi. Little did they realize their whisperings only fueled Dev's thirst for knowledge and understanding.

He was not surprised when the Jedi Masters brought him in to speak with him. Dev was warned that his questions were having negative effects on the padawans, and they asked him to cease his inquiries into the dark side. His own Master explained to Dev the dangers of pursuing the dark side, and that there was no place in the Jedi Order for an individual who sought such power. They gave Dev the choice to remain as a Jedi. In that moment, he agreed. And they pretended to believe him. So it wasn't surprising when Devronian Arx disappeared overnight, having hopped onto a cargo freighter with only a gut feeling in the force driving him.

He travelled to Yavin 4, guided by a dark force he barely understood. Once there, he felt the dark side stronger than before. He had spent so long trying to hold on to that feeling of strength and pure power, and it was stronger than ever. It was like a drug, almost. The power was intoxicating for the Jedi Knight. His mind was corrupted, his emotions were unbalanced. In the solitude in that forest that permeated with the dark side, Dev was saturated in the anger and rage he had suppressed for years. He came to terms with the freedom he had away from the Jedi Order. He was not bound by politics and the whims of the Republic. He could do what he always sought to do: bring Justice to the Galaxy. He doesn't dream of conquering it, of subjugating the populaces in the Galaxy. In truth, like many before and many after, Dev's intentions were relatively pure.

His methods, however, were far from it. He spent only a few days on Yavin 4, paying the crew all the money he had for their time and trouble. Of course, that wasn't quite enough. They saw the potential in bringing in a Jedi exile. The bounty was fresh and reasonable. And yet these traders underestimated the strength Dev had. He could feel the tension when he boarded the ship, a benefit of years of training in the force. It was a shame he had to cut them all down, and seize the ship for himself. He took no pride in it, but it was the way of justice. They acted on their greed, and paid for it with their lives.

Dev spent the next year of his life hunting down parts to craft a new lightsaber. He managed to find parts scattered across Black Market hubs in the outer rim, most of a surprisingly high quality. While not one to indulge himself in greed, Dev was forced to purge a few unlucky criminals and arms dealers who dared to refuse the Jedi Exile on his quest to build himself the perfect weapon. He had studied the holocrons in his earlier years on lightsaber creation, and on what was theoretically possible. And so it was crafted: a blade of pure power. A Qixoni Crystal had been located, one that enhanced Dev's raw power. He was not a fan of it's blood red color at first, but over time learned that it struck fear in the hearts of his victims. The other elements were similarly crafted and pieced together to strike fear, to act as a deterrent for abhorrent violations of justice. The Retribution, he called it. And it's most unique quality was that it was a dual-phase lightsaber, the components itself took six months to uncover and locate on the Black Market. Dev was happy to slay the competition of the Black Market dealer in exchange for the piece. Of course, he met his demise for his greed as well.

The armor was assembled quicker. Dev was forward thinking, and knew that a good set of armor would be a last line of defense to protect him in the event things went truly south. His reputation proceeded him, and the arms dealer who assembled and modified the armor did so out of pure fear for his life. It was a smart choice, and Dev left him to his own devices. The man had a family, after all.

The most notable fight in Dev's career after falling from the Jedi was the fight against his own master, Gasus Corin. It was a twist of fate, almost willed by the force, that Master and Apprentice had to duel it out. Their connection was strong, and Corin was able to find Dev with relative ease when his actions were considered too vile by the Order. He was an abomination to the Jedi religion. And Gasus Corin was an obstacle in Dev Arx's way. The two locked blades for nearly an hour. Gasus Corin was a good teacher, perhaps too good. Of course, Dev's fighting technique is not what ended up winning him the duel. It was his lightsaber. Gasus Corin had managed to grasp Dev's right hand, steadying the blade while Dev manuevered the lightsaber but centimeters from his master's chest. With a flick of a switch, the blade extended. The pain loosened the grip, and Dev cut the saber deeper before swiping the blade out. Another quick swipe and his master's head went rolling along the ground. Dev bested one of the greatest lightsaber duelists he had ever known. The kill didn't quell the rage, nor fuel it. It left Dev feeling empty and conflicted.

After that, Dev has been wandering for the last year, continuing his quest of Justice. It wouldn't be hard for him to come into the company of a proper Sith or a bounty hunter. All he needed was the right motivation.

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Equipment:

• Armor/Flight Suit: Crafted by a black arms dealer on Nal Hutta, Dev's armor helps to resist blaster fire and has a built in life support system that allows him to withstand extreme temperatures, and even survive a very short time in space.
• Lightsaber: Boasting a streamlined edge and having a slightly longer than average hilt, this dual-phase lightsaber was rebuilt to hold a more intimidating appearance, and was powered by a Qixoni Crystal he managed to find on the possession of a black market dealer he executed.
• Detpacks: While not a fan of using explosives or "crude" weapons, Dev does find the need for explosive devices on occasion. And so, he has managed to purchase a small supply of primitive explosive devices that pack an impressive punch, and can be used for breaching or blowing out the legs of anyone who tries to get a jump on the Sith Warrior.

Skills:

• Force Sensitive: While not incredibly attuned with the force, he is capable of performing basic feats with the force. His primary method of using his force sensitivity, however, is to enhance his durability, agility, and strength to perform impressive feats. His recent attunement with the dark side has only heightened this ability, making him a deadly foe for even a Jedi to handle on their own. He lacks the skill and training to choke someone out or shoot lightning from his fingers, but who needs that when you have a laser sword?
• Lightsaber Duelist: Dev is a master of both the Ataru and Form V variant Shien lightsaber forms, but not the greatest duelist in either. His proficiency in both does allow him to switch between them in combat as needed. He has, on very rare occasion, even used the reverse Shien grip on his lightsaber if it means throwing an opponent off their game. His dual-phase saber and lengthened grip also allows for greater leverage in combat, while keeping the element of surprise.
• Piloting: While no ace pilot, Dev knows his way around a cockpit and has managed to get his hands on a small scrapper of a freighter, allowing him to fly where he needs to and with a crew as needed. This being said, Dev is a better gunner or co-pilot than starfighter or even cargo pilot.
• Cooking: A strange skill picked up from his time as a Jedi was the art of cooking. He's not the best cook, but with the proper supplemental proteins and spices (not the fun kind), he can whip up something relatively tasty when the occasion arises.
• Jerry-Rigging: By no means a mechanic, the brief skills Dev learned as a child in the droid factory helps to keep himself and his equipment working just long enough that nothing breaks at the wrong time. He's not good at fixing things, more of delaying its self-implosion. That being said, the only thing Dev can craft remarkably well are lightsabers, a little better than the average Jedi Knight who had to craft their lightsaber with the cookie-cutter parts given by the Order. Dev's custom-built lightsaber after his fall to the dark-side is a testament to that ability, even if it is just the combination of pre-assembled parts.

The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

A little Arsenal sheet for ya.

Arsenal

Name: Roy Harper
Alias: Arsenal

Age: 19
Gender: Male
Powers: None

Weaknesses:

-Lacks Super Abilities: Arsenal is not a meta-human and lacks the abilities many of his companions (and enemies) possess. This also makes Roy somewhat easy to kill by conventional means.

-Highly Addictive to alcohol/drugs: Roy has an addictive personality. He is currently recovering from the consequences of his addictions to fetanyl and alcohol.

Skills:

-Agile: Roy has years of self-training in acrobatics, as well as a few years of training under the watch of the Green Arrow.

-Expert Marksman (Archery): A natural talent of his. Roy has expert proficiency with a bow and arrow.

-Proficiency in wide array of weaponry: Roy has trained with a variety of weaponry over the years, especially as Oliver's sidekick. This makes Roy dangerous in nearly any situation with nearly any weapon.

-Martial Arts Proficiency: Training under the Green Arrow, Roy's regimine was strict and included proficiency in martial arts to keep the sidekick safe in case CQC was necessary.

-Proficiency in Gadgeteering: Roy's unique skill and expertise in crafting gadgets is one of the primary abilities that sets Roy apart from his former mentor. Roy helped to craft Oliver's trick arrows, and uses his skills to develop his own gadgets and trick arrows to help him fight on the same level as meta-humans.

Bio

Roy Harper was 4 when his father died. His father was a forest ranger who worked near the Navajo Reservation. A raging fire had broken out in the region, and Roy’s father was one to always put other’s lives first. He rushed into a burning building to save a child, and later that evening died from his injuries. Roy was taken in by the tribe, given he had nowhere left to go.

Roy gained an informal training in archery after the child picked up a proper bow and arrow at the age of six and proved to have innate talent. Roy continued developing this skill, primarily on his own, whilst also partaking in bouldering and displays of agility. By the age of 14, Roy had clearly demonstrated a defined vigilante skill set that would lead to his adoption as Oliver Queen’s sidekick.

Roy developed another impressive skillset at the age of 11, namely his skill in working with electronics. Roy’s adoptive father worked at a small electronics shop, and the man taught the child the inner-workings of computers and phones. At age 12, Roy managed to build himself a computer from spare parts and his access to the internet intensified his love for electronics. Roy taught himself how to design various gadgets, managing to build himself his own cell phone and begin designing trick arrows on his own.

At the age of 13, Roy began to steal from local liquor stores. Roy blacked out on one of these nights, and awoke next to his dead adoptive father with a bow and arrow in his hands. Roy left the reservation and never looked back, making his way to Star City. It was there that Roy was living on the streets and using his skills to not only make money for himself (helping build burner phones, minor hacking, etc.), but also to try and do the right thing. Roy stepped up during a bank robbery nearby by using his own bow and arrow for the first time in months to help the Green Arrow.

Oliver Queen adopted Roy, and the two began their partnership for about 2 years. Early on as Oliver's apprentice, Roy took on the title of Speedy (a nickname given by Oliver) and joined the Teen Titans as an early member of the original team alongside such talents as Starfire and the former Robin. During the two years working with Oliver and the Titans, Roy became increasingly compromised from his addictions, until Oliver found out and renounced him. The Teen Titans similarly revoked Speedy's membership until he sought proper treatment. At the age of 16, Roy was all on his own with no home and no friends. He did, however, choose to clean himself up to prove that Oliver Queen was wrong.

Roy went to rehab for five months, and immediately joined an AA support group once he completed the regimen. He sought to prove he could turn his life around and be a hero to those in need. Recently, Roy adopted the persona of Arsenal and began working as a vigilante once again, using the resources he had left when working with the Green Arrow as Speedy.

It's been a little over two years since Roy has tried turning his life around. He has yet to reach out to Oliver Queen or the rest of the Arrow Family. This means he's been living on his own, homeless, out of the back of his van to fight crime. This is not to say that he hasn't taken money from criminals he's rounded up so that he could afford to buy a suit and a good shower every now and then. His arrival in La Vida is a byproduct of the news of the erupting gang war... and a big tech presentation produced by Queen Industries.

The Marauders (2018)

Post was shorter than I liked, but I'm a bit pressed for time and I think it gets across well enough what Dev's opinion is.

The Marauders (2018)

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Dev was surprised by the scene before him as he was making his way towards the Cargo Bay. The Captain was enraged and carrying a little girl in tow, something the demolitions expert didn't exactly understand. Granted, if it was illegal, Dev didn't want to know. Well, he did, so he could use it against the glorious captain... All of that was besides the point. Dev wasn't exactly a knight in shining armor... or by any means someone with the best moral conscience or stability. He was surprised to find that he actually had some sort of line when his teeth clenched at the sight. In a huff, Dev followed Ray.

"Not usually the one to say this, but I don't think we need to be locking up children in our brig. What harm could she possibly do? Let her wander around with the murder bots keeping an eye on her at the very least, Cap'n." His voice was unusually sincere, the usual tones of mockery or explosives-related excitement gone. And then he went there. "We all liked him. Best not be doing something uncivilized cause we're grieving."