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HellHoundWoof said
I dont know what to do about his arm, I mean its not any kind of massive mechanical. It has no boost of strength it works just like a human arm its just got a metal casing and some innerworkings.

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"I have a cousin in the Sierra Leone." Deon joked as he watched her leave with a wide smirk across his lips. His eyes looked down to her ass, watching it shake as she headed up the stairs, totally lost in thought until one of his own thoughts pushed his mind away from sex for a split second. "Oh hey!" He called after her. "I got a fight tonight. I could use a cheerleader, clothing optional!"

He let out a small laugh as he heard the door she went into slam a bit harder than it needed to and sauntered over to his area of the warehouse on the ground floor. He plopped himself on arguably the only good seat in the place, a beaten up, old red loveseat that Deon definitely got his use out of. He kicked off his shoes and relaxed back in the chair, setting the glass bottle of whiskey between his feet on the floor and rubbed his tired eyes. The money he had brought in for The Wolves wasn't exactly easy to get, he had been out for nearly thirty-six hours before he felt it was time to return to the warehouse, though that was probably more his stomach talking and lack of sleep than the rational bits of his brain.

He heard one of the entrance doors creak open and he moved himself in the chair to peek over into the next room to see Millie coming in. Again, his eyes glanced over the womanly figure in appreciation before his mind snapped him back to reality, eager to take up whatever opportunity he could get right now.

"Hey! Mill Billy!" Deon called out and raised up his arm to show her the bottle of Whiskey he had in his hand. "I got a bottle of whiskey here to share in exchange for a back rub. I know you would normally rub me down for free so take it as a bonus." It was a bold jest, but most everyone that knew him knew he didn't take any other way when it came to talking with women.

He shook the bottle in his hand, letting her hear the tantalizing liquid sloshing around inside to try to seal the deal.

Besides Angel, Millie was the only other person in the Wolves that he had known ever since he joined the group. Word had it that Millie had been around just as long as Angel had, maybe even longer but Deon didn't care about that. If she were a threat to take up Angel's post as leader strictly because of how long she had been running with the wolves, then he'd eat his own boxers. The way he saw it, the only person even worthy of dethroning Angel would be himself, but he was far too exhausted to even think about that right now.

"Watcha say baby?" He asked, bringing his thoughts back to Millie once more along with his eyes looking her over less than subtly.

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Deserae began walking away from the Asian when he opened up his mouth again and started asking more questions. She stopped in her tracks, sighed, and finished up her iced coffee. This kid really wasn't getting it was he? But she didn't have the heart exactly, to tell him to buzz off. She had to force herself to remember back to when she first joined The Lost Ones, and how confused about the entire situation she had been.

Just answer a few more questions, then you can go take a nap or something. She thought to herself and forced her body to turn around and look back at the boy. Her eyes narrowed a bit when she spotted him looking over her car, but he seemed to be looking it over with interest rather than destruction on the mind. Still, she kept an even closer eye on him from then on.

"Angels a sweet name, but she's anything but. There is a reason she's the leader. We used to have a guy in our group, Knuckles. Got his nickname from having three of his fingers missing up to his knuckles. I bet you can guess how that happened."

The boy's eyes looked at where she could only assume the suggestive looking grease stain was on her shirt, and felt herself subconsciously pulling her jean vest closed tightly, folding her arms across her chest for that extra protection. A second chill crawled down her spine, but this time she managed to keep the goosebumps, and memories at bay. She completely disregarded his laundering advice and walked to the corner of the room where a very old, beaten plastic garbage can was located and dropped the glass bottle into it, hoping the boy was out of questions now. She was wrong.

“And which of the Wolves should I look out for? Any really dangerous ones with them? Ex-convicts? Murderers, rapists, gunslingers, desperadoes?" He only paused for a moment before opening his mouth once more. “Oh, please forgive me, I haven't even asked your name yet. Unless you're one of those mysterious cliché people that wears a hoodie over his eyes all the time and stays in the shadows.”

The latter remark made Deserae roll her eyes and pull her arms in even tighter over her chest.

"D.J." She said after a while, half-expecting him to open his mouth once more and ask a million more things. "Call me D.J. And as for the Wolves, you gotta look out for all of em, but I suppose I can give you a few names to look out for." With a dejected sigh, she made her way over to the small pile of tires and took a seat, a bit annoyed with herself that she had given the impression earlier to this boy that she would be open for discussion.

"Angel's got this guard dog, practically follows her everywhere and does a lot of her dirty work. He goes by both Darth and Deon. If Deon sounds familiar it should. Before he joined up with The Wolves he was a professional cage fighter, a real celebrity, but he put that all behind him to bash some skulls in. About six months ago he tore a homeless guy into shreds because he was bored. If you really wanna see him in action, I've heard he does the illegal kind of fighting, underground. There's supposed to be a match going on tonight, but I ain't stupid enough to go there to be sure. It's just what I've heard.

Another name I've heard thrown around is Milllie. There isn't a whole lot going around with her name attached to it, which only tells me that she's a Black Widow; strikes when you least expect it. Maybe she lures in people with her sexuality? I don't know, all I got on her is a name.

The same goes for Logan. I've come across Logan once or twice and I'm pretty sure she's a girl, but she's still got a deadly bite like Angel. Rumor has it though that if the price is right, Logan will do just about anything. That can be potentially good for us, or very, very bad. Best just stay away from her altogether.

Atticus used to run with us, but got kicked out when he started getting too violent. Not only is he now a Wolf, but he's also a traitor; he killed one of The Lost Ones. He's a lot like a Tasmanian Devil, you back him into a corner and you can kiss your life goodbye, he ain't afraid to take a life."

There, that had to suffice his curiosity now right? Or maybe she gave off too much information to the boy at once and opened up a bunch of NEW questions. That thought irked her, and she quickly climbed out of her 'seat.'

“Ah.. yeah. I get that I make my own money. I'm not here to leech off of the few friends I do have. I meant.. how can I make some money for the Lost Ones? Part of running with the crew is pulling your weight. I wanna pull my weight. How can I do that? How can I help? Do you need me to do anything? Maybe.. maybe I can help you with that.”

Deserae's eyes snapped over to the Asian to see him gesturing towards The Beast and her eyes narrowed.

"Don't touch the car." She warned with a slight edge of venom in her voice. "You wanna make money? You go out there and take it. Easy as that. We ain't got no rules as to how except murder, we don't stoop that low. Keep your hands clean, and whatever you can salvage, steal, or earn is yours."

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Psst! Blitz! I added more :)

Edit: oh! And Dark Wind! Sorry for making you think lol I just didn't want to write something up and then have you be all "nope, incorrect" and then re-write it XD Honestly the ONLY thing I can think of as far as communication would be something like a wrist band that gets hot or cold on their wrist when their leader puts a message in their 'drop location' thus alerting them to go check out what needs to be done. *shrug* sounds lame I know, but it's all I got haha

Edit Edit: Posted for Deserae. I left out Jillian though because she hasn't posted yet. Only figured that to be fair.

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How would they know when and where to get together though? Does their current leader just find one of them, tell them what needs to be done and expect that one Lost One to relay the message?

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Blitz: I addedded moare XD

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Wiping the grease off of her fingers onto the white plain T-shirt she was wearing, Deserae headed over to the small (and only) refrigerator The Lost Ones had in Joshua’s Body Shop. Making sure that her hands were relatively clean, she opened up the mini fridge and took a quick peak inside, noticing immediately that they were running dangerously low on iced coffee. With a slight frown, she took the only double mocha iced coffee left and gave it a good shake before popping off the lid. She took a good, long drink, reveling in the delicious taste that coated the inside of her mouth before heading back to her creation.

Deserae hoisted herself up onto a small pile of tires she compiled together for a makeshift place to sit when she wasn’t working on her car and looked The Beast over. The Beast, as what Lost Ones hung out in the Body Shop began to call it a few years back, was Deserae’s baby; the only thing that she ever really cared about in this world since it was the first thing she began to work on when she gained her freedom as a Lost One. She had put in nearly three years into the custom built ‘machine,’ forced to use what bits of workable scrap metal she could salvage over the years. She didn’t care though, and honestly she didn’t ever really expect it to run despite all the years of hours she put into the damn thing, it was just a nice hobby to have to keep her mind away from things; mainly her past.

Despite being with The Lost Ones for the past three years, she was often-times mistaken for a new recruit. She liked to keep her head low and her nose out of the other members business, doing well to keep from drawing attention to herself. Even the people that hung out here in the Body Shop with her often-times forgot her name, and those that didn’t often whispered behind her back and made fun of her for being such a social outcast, but Deserae kept her mouth shut and head held high despite what things she overheard them saying about her.

Even now, as she sat there, she could hear two of the boys whispering back and forth a good ways away, asking the other if they remembered what her name was, and then snickering about something relating to a suggestive looking grease stain on her white shirt. Deserae couldn’t help but to roll her eyes as she took another drink of her iced coffee. Boys were so dumb, but men were worse. At that very thought, she felt a shiver roll down her spine causing her arms to coat with goose bumps and a split-second flash of memory entered her mind; her Uncle’s smile.

Nearly dropping the glass bottle from being startled so suddenly, she fumbled to keep the iced coffee firmly in her hand and shook her head, closing her eyes hard. Even now; after nine years; the memories were still there. She was so busy trying to keep her heart-rate under control and catch her breath, that she hardly heard a boy’s voice addressing her.

“Hey, I'm Minato. I'm Nagami's friend.. he ehm, sent me here. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about the Amaranth Wolves? I'm sorry if you're busy, I'll go ask someone else then. I kinda wanna know what the Wolves are all about and stuff... and I kinda wanna know what I'm supposed to be doing now that I'm with the Lost Ones. I mean.. standing around probably isn't my job now, right?”

Deserae opened up her eyes and blinked, staring at the Asian boy wondering first, where the hell he came from and second, why he spoke a million words per second. It took her a few moments after he finished speaking for her to even register everything he said, and only then did she slide herself off of the small stack of tires to retrieve her jean vest she left on the floor next to some tools she had been using on the underside of The Beast earlier and slipped it on. It wasn't because she had a sudden feeling of self-consciousness and made an attempt to hide the "suggestive grease-stain" but because this boy reeked of alcohol when he spoke, and it made her stomach turn. She'd do anything to get away from that rancid smell.

Nagami, she should have figured. Of course he’d send anyone who asked to The Body Shop. She rolled her eyes a bit, adjusting her jean vest to fit her better. If Nagami sent over one more person…well, she didn’t know what she would do, but it was getting really old, really fast.

“You don’t have a job with The Lost Ones. The only one that pays you is yourself.” She said rather flatly, hoping that would answer his question and that he would leave her alone. She briefly thought over asking if he knew if Nagami did any time in prison. She only wanted to know because of the way he wore his pants. Not many gangsters today knew that wearing your pants below your butt originated in prison as a way of men telling other men that they were open for a wild time. And if Nagami didn’t know that, then she would have a pretty good time laughing about it to herself.

“You’d do best to steer clear of the Amaranth Wolves, unless you fancy your head on a pike.”

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Dark Wind I have a question. Would it be within The Lost Ones for small groups of the gang to get together and take over little abandoned places that no one would notice got taken over? I'm just trying to think of situations where some Lost Ones could get together rather than have everyone spread out all over the city doing their own thing.

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Real Name
Grant Wilson

Code Name
Ravager

Age
25

Height
6'2"

Weight
195 pounds

Date of birth
April 13th

Appearance

History
Grant Wilson grew up idolizing Deathstroke, although he was unaware that the mercenary was his father, because his parents had been separated when he was very young. He was already in militairy school (wanting to learn everything Deathstroke knew) when his mother's life had been attempted by an assassin, going after information on their father. When he came home and heard about what had happened, Adeline told both Grant and his little brother Joey who their father was, which threw Grant for an emotional loop.

He later moved to New York City and which point he was seduced into joining in with H.I.V.E. a group of assassins that's main focus was the Teen Titans. However, his new friends and his constant infidelity threatened his relationship with girlfriend Carol Sladky. The final straw came when Starfire crashed into his apartment, and his living space was destroyed by Gordanians who were hunting the alien princess. The New Teen Titans fended off the Gordanians, but Grant blamed them for both destroying his apartment and convincing Carol to leave him. Not even giving a regard that his little brother was a member of the Titans, Grant saw to it that they were attacked by him frequently.

In a bid for revenge, he allowed H.I.V.E. scientists to give him powers that were identical to those of Deathstroke. The formula killed him in the process, but the given-ability of regeneration was quick to start his heart back up, bringing him back after just sixty seconds of death. Taking on the name Ravager, he promised to assassinate the Titans. Each and every one of them. Deathstroke tried to warn his son that his powers were unstable and slowly killing him, but Ravager refused to listen.

In one particular attack on the Titans, Grant was assumed dead, though no body was ever found, and ended up disappearing for a number of years until he came back to kill his father. Grant surreptitiously manipulated Deathstroke, by allying himself with the fathers of one of Slade's victims and sending a number of villains called Legacy to weaken the mercenary before really facing him. In the aftermath, even having a chance to kill Deathstroke, Grant hesitated and simply walked away for reasons he doesn't even know.

Since then, Grant has made quite the name for himself as Ravager, going as far as killing several people in their homes, including two policemen in their beds, in order to catch Batman's attention. He was later hired by Two-Face to kill the Batman, but ultimately he failed.

Grant has been on the down low as of late, presumably licking his wounds and readying another attack on whoever pisses him off first - whether it be the Teen Titans, his father, or the Bat.

Powers/Abilities
Grant Wilson was enhanced by H.I.V.E. scientists, having tried to recreate the Mirikuru that Slade Wilson has in his system. The process actually killed him for the whole of sixty-seconds, but the fast-working regenerative powers started his heart again. This process has made Grant near superhuman.

Like his father, Grant is able to utilize nine times more than a human's full brain capacity for information processing and sorting, making his mind is virtually a computer built for strategy and problem-solving, one that works at optimal ability even when under stress and fatigue. Using his superior problem-solving skills, Grant can work out a battle ahead of time for many possibilities and predict enemy movements and tactics after the battle has engaged by recalling and utilizing memorized mannerisms acquired through past experience on a moment's notice. He is also ingenious in devising solutions against superior aspects of opponents, can observe and exploit, and can calculate distance, speed, and time at lightning speeds; his sense of timing is superb, bordering on perfection.

Also given by the Mirakuru, Grant possesses enhanced reflexes. The speed at which he reacts allows him to dodge fast-moving projectiles such as arrows and bullets. He can usually out-react even the fastest humans, no matter how well-trained save for meta-humans such as the Flash. His entire muscular system was hardened and strengthened, allowing Grant to be "as strong as 10 men" rivaling his own father. He can exert himself at peak capacity greater than any human could and possess the ability to run at speeds of up to 30mph and long distances far out-performing any Olympic athlete.

Grant's senses have also been augmented to higher levels of ability. He can hear, see, and smell things better than a normal human.

With an enhanced ability to heal damaged tissue, the rate at which Grant's body recovers from injury and capable of being repaired before death. As such, Grant's body can take a tremendous amount of punishment before succumbing to death. Simple gunshots and stab wounds, cuts, and broken bones can heal faster then normal. He was once impaled clean through his chest, and it did nothing but slow him down and cause great pain. His regenerative abilities have some affect on his body's ability to process through harmful, foreign substances as well, and he has become naturally immune to deadly poisons and illnesses. It is because of this that Grant, like his father, ages at a slower rate, appearing younger than he actually is.

On an offensive scale, Grant has been expertly honed under the practices of hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship and tactical analysis. Though unlike his father, doesn't posses quite the fortitude of assault weapons by comparison.

Other
Despite his utter hatred for the man, Grant seems to take a lot after him; fighting, the mercenary lifestyle, even dressing up like him. He does not understand it, but convinces himself that to understand his fathers tactics that he might have the chance to kill him again, he has to be him.