[PRIVATE: Invite Only] RENEGADES: The Wound That Bleeds [OOC: Chat and Registry]

[Lord Wraith]

WARNING: This is a High-Casual RP and requires dedication and daily posts of preferable two paragraphs. If you can not meet these requirements please do not apply for a character.

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The communications system chimed to life as the incoming transmission began to establish a secure channel with the idle aircraft. Colonel Nathanael Hawk turned around from the helm of the prototype AC-44 Hurricane, he had been standing at in order to watch the Navigator at the communcations station verify the communication was in fact secure and official business.
"It's the United Nation's Security Council. They say it's urgent."

The Colonel nodded to the Navigator before speaking.
"Display the communication on screen." The Ensign moved his fingers quickly, as the an orb on the helm came to life displaying a large projection on the Bridge's windows. The Security Council sat before the Bridge's crew as they all looked directly at the Colonel.

"Colonel, there has been a situation." A man to the right said, as he leaned forward. The projection flickering suddenly, only for it to stablize as the man seemed to suddenly jolt back up into his seat. Colonel Hawk, gritted his teeth, the oddity was unusual for something that normally worked perfectly. The Council seemed to not even notice the slight glitch, so Hawk let it go for the time being turning his attention back to what the Council was saying.

"A dangerous war criminal, a terrorist if you will has issued threats against most of North America. This terriost, known as Michael Collins, or as he prefers to be known 'Disorder', has holed himself up deep within the jungles of South America. Our team lost him around Brazil. All we know is that he is planning to rendez-vous with his militia army in order to storm a weapons control facility and remotely launch several missiles worldwide towards North America. In doing this, it would seem he plans to fan the flames in order to escalate in World War Three."

The Colonel raised his eyes to the screen. Pulling the toothpick which he had been chewing from his mouth, the Colonel looked to the Council and spoke.
"What would you have me do Councilmen?" His dislike for the Council evident by his tone, despite the accommendations afforded to him, the Colonel hated the beauracry that ran the United Nations.

"We're here to authorize your request for the United Offensive Task Force. We don't overly approve of your candidates, but desperate times call for desperate measures. We trust you won't hang yourself if we give you this rope." They looked uncomfortble as they gave thier approval for the project. But the Colonel didn't blame them, they just gave a team of former vigilantes the right to go anywhere in the world and enforce their own brand of justice. It would be the Colonel's job to keep them on a leash.

"You have my word Councilmen, I shall assemble my team immediately." He bowed his head with grace, though his hidden eyes showed the disdain he felt for such a gesture.

The figures on the screen smiled as the Colonel bowed. "You're doing the world a great service. Godspeed Colonel."

The Colonel bowed his head as the transmission ended. Walking over to the now clear view outside of the cockpit, he started out at the Atlantic Ocean. The raging body of water was visible below the cliff that the Hurricane had been landed upon. Pulling himself away from the majestic view, the Colonel turned quickly to the nearby pilots.

"Set a course for Ireland. We have a Task Force to assemble." Colonel Hawk turned from the helm and made his way back to the center of the bridge.

"Wallace!" He said turning to the nearby Flightmaster, "Ready a shuttle for me, I'll need to depart as soon as we're in range. We haven't any time to lose." Turning sharply on the hard soles of his boots, Colonel Nathanael Hawk headed towards his quarters.

"Lets get this bird in the air!" He yelled back to the two pilots as they engaged the engine. The four powerful rotars could be heard from anywhere within the ship as they began to spin. Picking up speed until the Hurricane ascended into the air and took off towards its destination.

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If you're viewing this page, you have likely been invited to join RENEGADES: THE WOUND THAT BLEEDS. If you were not invited here, then I regret to inform you that this RP is Private and is to be joined only by invitation. Should you wish to appeal my decision here, you are free to PM me, Lord Wraith and we'll walk you through an application process. This process will also include a vote in which the majority of the players here must agree to accept you and your character into the game. I will also give you a strict archetype to fill out in the case that our group is lacking in an area. This will be in order to ensure your character will bring something to team. [Never fear, I'm sure we'll be full on martial artists].

My plans for this RP is to break it into three distinct chapters. Upon the conclusion of the third chapter, this RP will officially be over but open for a sequel RP. That is of course a bridge we'll cover [if and] when we get there.

The following players have been invited to join this RP:
Lord Wraith [GM]
Stein
Sloth
Hillan
Vonghese
Violetember
Taka Uchiha

I will also take recommendations if you believe there is anyone else we should invite.

The first chapter of the RP will revolve around recruiting and assembling the team. Once I have recieved everyone's PM's back [AKA Your Character Sheets], and have finalized any loose detials. I will send you all one of three locations in which to start your character off. There you'll encounter at least one or two other players as well as rendez-vous with the Colonel.

Once all of this is done, we'll work towards the second chapter. Which shall hopefully work out and lead us into the third chapter. I have this RP planned out to be somewhat shorter than average, but I believe this is the best way for this plot to go.

RULES:

1.My Word is the Law, what I say goes and therefore is I ask for something to be changed I expect that you will comply. You are however free to try and persuade me to see things from your point of view.

2.No Back to Back Posting or Speed Posting. I don't want to go to work and come back to find that two people have posted a simple conversation back and forth over two pages. If you need to do a conversation plan it out over VM, PM or the Chat. Don't fill up the RP with simple posts.

3.Put some thought in your posts. So what if only one character has acknowledged you, go after some others, describe the scenery, your feelings. Account some memories that could be valid to the current situation. Fill out your post and in the process breathe some life into your characters.

4.Relationships are fine. I do not however want to hear or read about the intimacy between two characters. If A passionately kisses B because he feels he may never see her again that's fine. But if A passionately kisses B and pushes he towards the bedroom, any further details should be vague. We don't really care what's swelling or if her nipples or pink. If you simply must write erotica, take it to your PMs.

5.No Power-playing or God-Modding. If you take a swing at another character, it is up to the other person to decide whether or not it hits. However, you can not dodge every hit out there and thus should try to take a few hits once in awhile. It's just better for everyone this way, gives your character humanity and allows for interactions with characters who may healing skills or abilities.

6.If you will be unavailable to post for some time please do everything in your power to let us know so we can make arrangements for your character. Should be you missing for more than 72hrs without a reply I reserve the right to control your character as the GM. If there is no reply from you in 7 Days then I reserve the right to remove your character from the RP in a way I see fit.

7. If you so feel that strong or coarse language is applicable to your character then I will not stop you from using it. However it should only be used when your character is speaking or thinking their thoughts. Not during descriptions or other situations. If another player is offended by certain terms I will ask all players to refrain from using them. If this can not be met I will ask the offending player personally to stop using the term and failure to due so will leave me no choice but to ask you to leave the RP.

After your Character has been approved, post the sheet here and I will create a collective summary for the team.

PERSONNEL PROFILES[CHARACTER SHEETS]:
-Richard Miguel Suarez as portrayed by Hillan
-Cordelia Annmarie Victors as portrayed by Violetember

DEBRIEFING[SYNOPSIS]:
~Nothing to report yet~

Other than everything that's already been said, I think we're good to get this thing going.

[Hillan]

FULL NAME:
Richard Miguel Suarez


NICKNAMES:
Mike.

ALIAS:
Overload

AGE:
26

HEIGHT:
182 CM

WEIGHT:
79 KG.
BUILD:
Athletic.
EYE COLOUR:
Brown.
HAIR COLOUR:
Brown.

NOTABLE FEATURES:
A scar on his face, as well as a few on his back and chest area.

COSTUME:


SKILLS:

Field Medic:
Trained in basic first-aid, as well as in a bit more advanced combat medicine. He's trained with handguns, and a somewhat accomplished hand to hand fighter.
Parkour:
Being born and raised in Ecuador, it helped him master his free-running skills, as it helped him travel across the land, and avoid trouble that he'd usually get into.
Psychiatrist:
A skilled Psychiatrist, having a PhD in Physiology.
Multi-Lingual:
He speaks English, Spanish, Portuguese as well as French.


ABILITIES:
Electrokinesis:
Richard is an electrokinetic. He is able to generate electricity from his Bio-Energy, but also able to channel electricity from another source. His electrical manipulation is rather advanced, as he can use his powers to enhance his own bio structure, I.E, he can enhance his reflexes, strength, reflexes and so forth by increasing the strength off his electrical impulses. He is able to conjure Lightning, and effect electormagnetic fields. Allowing him to make Magnetic fields practically wherever he'd like.

However, the limits to his powers are his Bio-Energy. He needs a power source to suffice himself in a long enough fight.

PERSONALITY FILE:
A runt, a bastard, a thief. All these things are accurate to describe Richard Suarez. He's a rogue, one you can never truly figure out. He's mysterious and rarely lets on more than he wants you to know. He's intelligent, and able to decode people's personalities, motives and so forth fairly easily. His career as a Vigilante has been rather impressive, and because of his knowledge off the powers he possess, he could potentially become a threat. His greatest use would be as an infiltrator and intelligence gatherer.

PERSONAL HISTORY:
Born and raised in Ecuador, in South America. The circumstances of how he got to the United States, we are uncertain off, and he hasn't let out any of it. He came to the states at the age of 14. Where he joined other South American workers, working at the household off a Physchiatrist. The Psychiatrist took an interest in the boy, as the boy had a nick for understanding the human psyche. His boss helped him, even gave him books on the topic, and soon had him tested, to get a scholarship to a real school.

Richard spent four years in a private school, before he enlisted in the army. Being trained a medic. The operation he was put in is Classified, but it went under the name of "Flamehawk". The circumstances around the entire event is not to be discussed at this time. However, what we do know is that Richard's powers were kickstarted during the operation, and he was sent home with a purple-heart.

He finished his college education, and got his PHD at the age of 22. He has currently been working as a psychiatrist for the local Emergency forces in New York City, where he currently lives.
However, we've also gotten reports off him using his powers as a vigilante under the guise of Overload.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
When confronting him, bring a bottle of bourbon.

[Stein]

FULL NAME:
Richard Miguel Suarez


NICKNAMES:
Mike.

ALIAS:
Overload

AGE:
26

HEIGHT:
182 CM

WEIGHT:
79 KG.
BUILD:
Athletic.
EYE COLOUR:
Brown.
HAIR COLOUR:
Brown.

NOTABLE FEATURES:
A scar on his face, as well as a few on his back and chest area.

COSTUME:


SKILLS:

Field Medic:
Trained in basic first-aid, as well as in a bit more advanced combat medicine. He's trained with handguns, and a somewhat accomplished hand to hand fighter.
Parkour:
Being born and raised in Ecuador, it helped him master his free-running skills, as it helped him travel across the land, and avoid trouble that he'd usually get into.
Psychiatrist:
A skilled Psychiatrist, having a PhD in Physiology.
Multi-Lingual:
He speaks English, Spanish, Portuguese as well as French.


ABILITIES:
Electrokinesis:
Richard is an electrokinetic. He is able to generate electricity from his Bio-Energy, but also able to channel electricity from another source. His electrical manipulation is rather advanced, as he can use his powers to enhance his own bio structure, I.E, he can enhance his reflexes, strength, reflexes and so forth by increasing the strength off his electrical impulses. He is able to conjure Lightning, and effect electormagnetic fields. Allowing him to make Magnetic fields practically wherever he'd like.

However, the limits to his powers are his Bio-Energy. He needs a power source to suffice himself in a long enough fight.

PERSONALITY FILE:
A runt, a bastard, a thief. All these things are accurate to describe Richard Suarez. He's a rogue, one you can never truly figure out. He's mysterious and rarely lets on more than he wants you to know. He's intelligent, and able to decode people's personalities, motives and so forth fairly easily. His career as a Vigilante has been rather impressive, and because of his knowledge off the powers he possess, he could potentially become a threat. His greatest use would be as an infiltrator and intelligence gatherer.

PERSONAL HISTORY:
Born and raised in Ecuador, in South America. The circumstances of how he got to the United States, we are uncertain off, and he hasn't let out any of it. He came to the states at the age of 14. Where he joined other South American workers, working at the household off a Physchiatrist. The Psychiatrist took an interest in the boy, as the boy had a nick for understanding the human psyche. His boss helped him, even gave him books on the topic, and soon had him tested, to get a scholarship to a real school.

Richard spent four years in a private school, before he enlisted in the army. Being trained a medic. The operation he was put in is Classified, but it went under the name of "Flamehawk". The circumstances around the entire event is not to be discussed at this time. However, what we do know is that Richard's powers were kickstarted during the operation, and he was sent home with a purple-heart.

He finished his college education, and got his PHD at the age of 22. He has currently been working as a psychiatrist for the local Emergency forces in New York City, where he currently lives.
However, we've also gotten reports off him using his powers as a vigilante under the guise of Overload.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
When confronting him, bring a bottle of bourbon.

[Hillan]

His previous alias was Discharge....

[Lord Wraith]

Let the Hillan flaming begin!

[Hillan]

Let the Hillan flaming begin!

- - - Updated - - -

Also, I made the first sheet.

[Stein]

His previous alias was Discharge....

Damn, the things I could have done with that.....

- - - Updated - - -

Also, I made the first sheet.

Yep. I'm just gonna leave that one alone.

[Lord Wraith]

You know, it's not always good to be first.

[Hillan]

You know, it's not always good to be first.

[violetember]

FULL NAME: Cordelia Annmarie Victors.
NICKNAMES: Cori.
ALIAS: Rose.

AGE: Nineteen.
HEIGHT: 5'5”.
WEIGHT: 113 Pounds.
BUILD: Slim, frail-looking with very little figure.
EYE COLOUR: A hazel green rim with a light blue in the middle and a splash of white just at the edges of her pupil.
HAIR COLOUR: A naturally wavy, sandy blond.

APPEARANCE:

COSTUME:


EQUIPMENT: Being so tedious about not hurting others, Cori was never one for lethal weapons, let alone any sort of weapon, martial arts or otherwise. However, being an exceptionally fast learner (which is stated in skills) she can easily be qualified to handle guns or even swords. She would prefer things that allowed her to be as far away from her opponent as possible, but if it comes down to it, a dagger would do the trick. Especially since she can use her abilities to finish the job properly.

SKILLS:
First and foremost, she is an impeccably fast learner. It is not difficult for her to fully understand things related to education so long as there is an explanation that can be proven. Usually, it is easier for her to learn things with demonstrations or pictures, but not impossible for her to learn in another manner. She is smart, and has been even as a child, which is why being told new things is not a big surprise to her.
Although this is not much of a skill, Cori is very talented at drawing. While she did enjoy coloring and such as a toddler, growing older she began sketching figures. Over time, she has mastered anime and realistic drawings, but still has a little trouble with immensely complex things.
Lastly, being relatively resourceful, Cori is often prepared in situations others would not be. Not only in the category of bringing proper equipment, but also in a sense that she tends to look for outages. That is one of the first things Cori does when entering a new building, carefully observing exits before proceeding on to other means.

ABILITIES: It is quite a pair, the abilities that she was both gifted and cursed with. A total of two that correspond with either one, and cannot be one without the other. First, familiarize yourself with her gift rather than her curse, even if the curse comes more often than her gift does.
Gift (Healing) – With this ability, Cori is not only capable of healing her own wounds, but those of others as well. By simply placing a hand on another, endowing them with some of her life energy, she has the power to potentially heal any wound they may have. This is a very useful power for it is difficult to actually injure Cori completely. A bullet could strike her in her heart, but it would merely exit her body, the wound patching itself up without the need of bandages. Even so, with such a gift, there are downsides. For one, there is a certain limit that Cori can reach. If she is to go any further, there is a good chance that she could die. While she can withstand a few bullets, dozens are a different story. What produces her ability to heal so quickly is ideally her life energy, and if she were to run out of said energy, she could very well either bleed out internally or externally. Along with that, Cori can die from giving out too much life energy to others when healing their wounds. Depending on how large the injury is also ranges how much life energy she uses at a time. It varies, but she can still give away too much nonetheless. Her healing relies on life energy, therefore she cannot risk to lose it all. Despite having more than a regular human, she could easily run out.
Curse (Hurting) – Lastly, simply by touch, similar to her first ability, she can also unintentionally hurt others. She can take the life energy of others. Not that she is aware of said thing, but it happens without her awareness. Like Rogue from X-men, she can take their life energy and use it as her own. If she holds on for too long, it is possible that she could kill them, and seeing as there have been hints, she could absorb their powers as well. This power is more unpredictable than the other, and harder to control. Because of it, she has disregarded any sort of touch, refusing to allow others too close to her, frightened that she may hurt them.

PERSONALITY FILE: To say the very least, Cori is introverted. She relies strictly on herself, and is overall a very independent person. Since childhood, Cori was thrown into the wild, given no other choice but to survive the world on her own. At first, it was bewildering, but Cori coped, aware that there was no other way. Supposedly, Cori is mature for her age. She is intelligent in nearly all aspects and carries what elders would presume to be a “good head on her shoulders”. She is incredibly wise and often times makes good decisions versus those that other teens her age would choose, and many would call her uptight. While that could be the case, Cori disagrees, coming to conclusion that behavior like hers compared to those of others give her the better chance of getting a promising job.

Still, sometimes, there are occasions when Cori is too much of an innocent girl. Then again, after years of being treated like shit, she isn't really sure of what else to do. The truth behind her logic is simple: so long as she's well-behaved and does as she's told, she doesn't get punished. Even so, while she was once a girl who thought that everyone could be trusted, Cori has learned to trust only those who have earned it and be cautious around those who haven't. While she is smart intellectually speaking, when it comes to others, Cori is a bit on the awkward side.

PERSONAL HISTORY: The infant was born with the name of Cordelia Annmarie Victors, respectively after her mother's grandmother who had been a very dear person to both her and her father. Disliking this name throughout her childhood, she soon went by Cori, and people began to call her as such. While her early life was wonderful, with parents who cared for her deeply and spent a majority of their time playing and teaching their only daughter, there came a time when this perfect family became anything but such a thing. At age five, Cordelia's mother died in a car crash, one where her father had been driving. He, luckily, had been injured but had managed to live while the injuries her mother was forced to face were too severe for any doctor to fix. With such knowledge in her father's mind, he practically bolted for his dying wife, stitches still new, bleeding out at her very side. She smiled at her husband, told him that she loved him, and passed on.

For several minutes Cori's father wept at her bedside until he was gently tugged out of the room. Days passed by since the accident, and then days became months. All the while little Cori was at her Aunt Teresa’s house, bidding her time to her older cousins and the public school that the three children attended. It wasn't until three months later that her father finally returned to collect his daughter, taking her without a word and bringing her home. It was silent there, unfamiliar even. Cori knew that her mother was gone, but she was too young to realize that she wasn't ever coming back. Being the curious and naïve girl that she was, Cori repeatedly asked her father where her mother was and when she'd return, but he never responded.

Instead, he chose to rummage in the fridge for beer and sulk to his room, leaving his lonesome daughter on her own. With that being said, Cori was obligated to feed herself, and adjusted quickly, seeing that she had no other choice. Her father preformed the same routine even as she got older and never bothered to even acknowledge his daughter's presence. That is, not until she was old enough to clearly understand everything. One night, when Cori was at the brink of being nine, her father returned utterly wasted, and although she fought relentlessly, it was then that her father first raped her.

Disturbed, Cori did not go to school the next day, but rather, remained in bed, staring blankly at the window with light blue curtains. Ones she and her mom had gone to pick out together. She didn't even bother to get up when she was hungry, terrified of her father spotting her and demanding she do something that she was not comfortable with. Soon night came around, which was usually when things happened, and right before midnight struck, her dad burst through the door and raped her again, and when Cori attempted to fend off her father, he would slap her, leaving Cori sprawled on the bed.

Over and over this occurred for many years to come. By the time she reached the age of sixteen, others began to notice her scars, cuts, and bruises. They immediately assumed it was self-harm, especially her closest friends, but she assured them it was nothing of the such. When the ripples began to still, her counselor then came to the conclusion that it was indeed her father who was torturing her. She denied that, unwilling to throw her father under the bus, completely afraid that he would make her pay for such a thing, so she lied. She said it was her who'd done such things.

Due to this, she was sent to a hospital for suicidal thoughts and self-harm. She spent over a month in that hospital, surrounded by other troubled girls, learning ways to cope with urges. However, Cori, unlike them, didn't have the need to hurt herself. Her father did that for her. What these people didn't understand was that she wasn't the reasoning behind all of this. Her father was. She just didn't want more punishment.

Under her doctor's discretion, she was sent home, where her father was waiting with flowers and a smile plastered on his face. Never once has she seen such a grin, not since she was a child. Cori was taken aback by this, but being gullible, she expected things to change. Perhaps her father had caught on and understood that his actions were wrong all along. Maybe things were bound to change...

They didn't. Cori's father blamed her for landing herself in the hospital, claiming that she had nothing to be upset about. Her father hit her consistently, even as she pleaded him to stop, down on her knees, eyes welling with tears. He brought her to her feet, only to bring her back down. It was awful. Cori was so sure that her father was going to kill her that night, and he almost had, but somehow the neighbors had overheard, contacting the police and sending them hurdling in Cori's direction.

The police came just in time to see the next swipe to her cheek, warding Cori's father off of her. They dragged him toward the police car just as he hollered her name, shouting “bitch” along with that. Cori was sent to the hospital, and in critical condition, she was reported to have a broken arm, three broken ribs, and numerous amounts of bruises and open gashes. All which had been provided by her father.

From that day, Cori never saw him. They granted her Aunt Teresa custody of her two weeks later, and in a cast, she was shipped off to a safe home. There, she went to a completely different school, was given an opportunity to actually feel safe, and overall, life for Cori was better. She focused primarily on school, even got herself a boyfriend whom she genuinely loved. His name was Jackson, captain of the lacrosse team. The two fit so perfectly together.

If it only wasn't for her abilities that screwed everything up. One night, in her newly acquired room, when things were getting … intense, Cori curled her fingers in Jack's hair, just barely grazing his skin. That had been enough for her powers to ignite, and for him to wither at her side. She scrambled backward, eyes wide. She would have screamed, but she was terrified. Tumbling over her scattered clothes, Cori fled for her aunt, who went to Jack's side, unsure of what to do.

Baffled, and already eighteen, Cori did not stay for very much longer. With Jack in the hospital, the two broke up, and when Jack had finally begun to saunter the halls of her high school, he told others of what happened. Suddenly, the whole school hated her very existence. They called her “Witch” and threw things at her. Even drew pictures of her being hanged. Unable to take anymore hatred, Cori graduated early at a different school, and started off fresh at a college far from where her aunt and uncle lived.

She had close to no idea what she'd wanted to major in, but after a while, she got herself a job at a local book store, and only went to classes that interested her. For the remainder of her freshman year, she partied and took advantage of college. After all this time, not much has changed for Cori. She has overcome the periods of time where she actually did contemplate suicide for what her dad did to her, and draws insistently even while working.

Life is decent for Cori, one could say. But surely that won't last for very long...

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: The girl has never once been in love, nor does she think she ever will be. The thought of love scares her for it is a commitment to another person. A male, at that. And as of this moment, she doesn't really trust men any longer.