The eight-year-old Izzy had just woken up from a nightmare. The same one she had had every night, without fail, for the past two years. In it, she would wake up not in her own bed, but her mothers. With neither of her parents in sight, she would hop off the tall bed and exit into the hallway. Walking down it would take far longer than it did in real life. Eventually, she would make it to her dark kitchen and tiptoe around the table, every step taking her closer to the stairs that lead to the basement.

And she would stand there, staring in horror, as the door creaked open, revealing a rotting, human figure. Its face was a mess, with no distinguishable human features, its skin was loose and grey, and its limbs were too long and ended in clawed hands and feet.

It would climb up towards her, and she knew she should run, but she could never move. It would reach her, and grab hold of her. And then it would slash at her stomach.

Any normal nightmare of Izzy's would have ended right there, but this one continued. The creature would tear the helpless girl apart, and no matter how mutilated she became, she wouldn't die. She would lay there in terror, and in unimaginable pain, waiting for the creature to stop.

Which it would, eventually. After it had had its fill of fun, it would take one last, blank look at the girl's eyes, before slowly turning and crawling back down to the basement.

The young girl shivered under her covers, a cold sweat covering her. After spending an hour calming herself down, telling herself it was only a dream, she fell asleep again, knowing her ordeal for the night was over.

That morning, she decided she had had enough. Gathering her courage over a few hours, she made her way to the basement stairs while her parents were outside, enjoying the summer sun. Izzy had always made a point of avoiding the basement when not with her parents, but today, she desperately wanted to prove to herself that there was nothing to be scared of.

Clutching the fabric of her shirt at her chest, she took the first step down -- and tripped over a shoe. She tumbled down violently, landing at the base of the stairs, in too much shock to make any noise. Pain and nausea swept across her small body, and she fought to focus her eyes. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't move and that her body was twisted in ways that it shouldn't have been. As life left her, her eyes darted around, desperate for help.

And then she saw it. The creature from her nightmare. It stood in the short hallway, only a few feet from her, looking down at her small frame. It crouched down and touched her cheek, and she could feel its cold skin. She had seen it hundreds of times in her mind, but this was too much.

The wave of terror that hit her was what finally caused her to lose consciousness.

When she came to, she was in an Intensive Care Unit, surrounded by a doctor and a few nurses who stared down at her in disbelief. They all started up at the same time, running around the room chaotically. Through it all, only one thing was clear to Izzy. A raspy voice.

Hel... lo.

Her head groggy, the next hours were a blur. Tests were run on her, confirming that all her injuries were healed.

Realizing Izzy was a meta-human, the doctors let the government know. As she was so young, no action beyond covering up the event was done. Instead, her parents were told that when Izzy was of age, she would be brought into the military.

With her life set from the beginning, Izzy had no real cares or worries during her teen years. The hardest thing she endured in her life, other than that voice in her head, was moving from Edmonton to Montreal when she was 13, but she adjusted quickly to the new city, and even picked up a little french. She didn't have to overachieve in school, nor work part-time jobs to pay for tuitions. Instead, she made sure to enjoy herself. While not a natural thrill-seeker, she did plenty of stupid stuff, knowing she didn't have to fear death. It's enough to say that she woke up in a puddle of her own dried blood more than a few times. The pain was the worst part. Most of the time, she would either pass out quickly from it or just die, which was always ideal, but a couple times she had to lay in agony for hours until her ability kicked in. Having that happen was always her biggest fear, and the only reason why she wasn't out enjoying herself all the time.

When not out and about, Izzy ate up any sort of media that involved an immortal character. For obvious reasons, she couldn't get enough. Between those two and socializing, she saw no point in making much of an effort in her school work. She got by without too much trouble though never reached her potential.

The day came where Izzy turned 18. She wasn't sure whether she was happy about that or not. On one hand, being a superhero and fighting to save people seemed awesome, though she worried that she had romanticized that idea over the years. On the other, her easy, fun life was over. Knowing that worrying about it would change nothing, she had a tearful goodbye with her parents before being driven off and told she would be part of MetaOps.

Not being very good at the whole military-killing thing, it took a good year-and-a-half of training to get Izzy ready for her first mission. She died on that one. And the one after that.

Though he was born in Hungary, Mòric's parents had no intention of keeping him there. The road to the United States was a hard one, but in the end the little family departed for the new world. They had heard tales of a land of opportunity, where even the poorest men could become legendary through the strength of their will and the work of their hands, but after arriving they found another side to the story altogether. Nowadays Revel remembers little, particularly the circumstances leading up to the defining event of his youth, but he keenly recalls the stinging abandonment. Though Revel inwardly suspects they couldn't take properly take care of him or provide for him, an acknowledged possibility is that they simply didn't want him after all.

Luck smiled upon the fair-haired dark child, however, and a traveling carnival of dubious repute took him in. A childhood spent among such a wacky assembly greatly influenced his character; Revel learned hierarchy, trickery, theatricality, deception, and how to manipulate. As a teenager he served as the ringmaster, the youngest to date, introducing and playing a part with incredible feats to keep the crowd enthralled and its money in hand. In his spare time, he attended several schools as the circus traveled, getting expelled from one after another but never giving up his quest for knowledge. Revel's own psyche, already decidedly misaligned, continued down its skewed path. His ambitions and intellect reached far, far beyond entertainment. It was during this time that he realized he had supernatural ability to see a short way into the future, and without either questioning or hesitation he accepted his gift and put it to use.

Years later, a new boss took over the carnival, despite the rumors of abductions and experimentation. Willow, daughter of a recent immigrant to the United States from Vietnam and a self-made woman, was determined to set the despicable community to rights. Slowly, her enlightening, positive influence and vast intelligence permeated every carny of the lot save one: Revel. After weeks in seclusion, avoiding his boss while devouring company funds at an incredible rate, he emerged from his mobile laboratory bedecked in strange clothes and wielding sinister technology. He approached Willow at her desk and let loose a swarm of nanites upon her. The microscopic swarm of robots integrated themselves with the woman from head to toe, placing her squarely under Revel's influence. Revel's first triumph catalyzed a wave of terror as the entire carnival collapsed, all resources heading straight to the String Puller as he weaseled his way into infamy. Shortly thereafter Revel disappeared, and began in secret a cult using his precognitive abilities to gain followers. Guessing that he wasn't the only superpowered person in the world, Revel set about making armaments for himself and his followers, and endeavored to learn more about others like him. When Revel caught wind through an associate named Quaily that the MetaOps project and been formed and was combing the country for suitable recruits. With this in mind, Revel severed ties from his cult, making sure his past was well hidden, left his second-in-command in charge, and allowed himself to be captured by MetaOps operatives during a feigned robbery. When offered a chance for redemption by project administrators, he grudgingly conceded.

Real Name
David Arazaga

Age
25

Gender
Male

Nationality
Half Argentinian/Mexican

Powers:
Elemental Manipulation - David has the ability of manipulating the elements in all their forms, being more focused on being versatile to cover more area rather than potent in a single element. Despite his weaker elemental powers, he specializes in combining elements and creating devastating elemental magic. However, due to combining multiple elements, it is very draining on David's stamina. David also cannot create elements out of thin air, and can only manipulate already existing sources, however creativity may allow him to find resources where it might not be expected. The more complicated the element, the more draining it is on David and if the resources aren't nearby then it drains David even more to collect the elements to form it.

Origins/History:
Summarizing a average childhood, David was born into the middle-class where his family were able to afford to live comfortably as live their life. Being to afford something expensive perhaps once in a while, David didn't mind his modest upbringing. However, during his time through school he was a avid student, who surprisingly had an high interest within the science and math subjects of school. However, since he learned faster than the children of his age he felt different from them as he could relate to older children much more easily. Learning things from them as well socially and picking up some things from them as well. With this kind of childhood, Damien was nerdy guy who was pretty smart for a kid his age but still had a bunch to learn despite his studiousness. However, if you had anything to ask about something that you were confused about in class, you could ask him and he would most likely clear up something for you. From the first glace, you wouldn't had seen anything special about the boy but when he was alone you could see he glowed brightly at times before it would disappear.

Going through High-School he changed and became a little more socially pleasant, being able to hold a normal conversation with other people, while also making sure to look good enough to make a nice humble impression to people. However, many people knew that he still was a nerdy guy who if anything was more interested in taking a book and reading it somewhere quiet or surfing up the web. He was a generally likable guy who was interesting and had a handful amount of friends who he knew pretty well and they the same.

Taking him by surprise was the years of High School, which had breezed by and before he could root himself down he graduated from high school. Having a good idea on what he wanted to do, he decided to go into college to take a degree in math, however switched a year latter into science subject. Deciding that it would be more colorful and exciting to study science which was a broad range of thing was better than the bland language of mathematics despite him being able to do it proficiently. Science was simply a more fun subject that he preferred and could teach other easily and so years went by in college with him getting his Masters in Science before finally a teaching degree. However during these years in college was when he discovered his powers, where an unfortunate accident almost took place. It had near midnight where he was separated from his friends after a late night of drinking themselves silly and he wondered away from the group. Then came from the alleyway was the victim of his outburst of powers as, he was threatened. With a knife at his neck, his eyes glowed briefly before it felt warm, with the chilly night air disappear and was increasing getting warmer before his attack was set on fire. Unsure what happen along with him being drunk, he ran away despite a pair of eyes watching him as he ran away getting a cab back to the dorms.

How he got recruited into the MetaOps... was a very unlikely thing for David when he thought of it as they had came several months after he had finished getting his degree. He would had almost forgotten about the incident if he wasn't practicing how his powers worked, as he preformed minor tricks such as lighting a candle or freezing his cup of water to ice when he was bored. If they hadn't come to the college under the disguise of searching for him for that certain night. It had taken them several months of tracking him down and upon being approached about the incident, he did his best to bluff and lie about what happened that night but with video evidence. He started to run, with him out the window of a 3-story dorm may seem impossible, but he trusted himself enough that he controlled the air around him cushioning his fall before he ran. But from the corner that he turn was shot with tranquilizer darts before being dragged away...

There he was explained that he was being watched by a single agent who had notice that David showed the signs of being an gifted since a early age and was reported by a few people but nothing was going to be done until he displayed his powers. They would of abandoned the case long ago if there wasn't a small yet tiny stream of complaints of him glowing eerily due to the amount of energy that was suppressed in him for all those years. Promised that he wouldn't get into trouble for the accident and that he could redeem himself, he was recruited into the MetaOps and trained so he could use his powers without them being released unconsciously. It had been quite a while since that incident and David was now a changed person, despite his plans not going how he expected it was better than what he was thinking of doing.

Personality:
A bright and young individual who seemingly looks like the everyday person with the exception of his youth and energy that people of his age has. David likes being a intelligent person and likes to judge people upon first meeting them, however he prefers to keep his opinion to himself and remain polite. He is always perceived as a shy and reclusive individual which is mostly correct for the most part, on the other hand, he can be quite a sociable person but speaks softly. Mumbling combined with his soft way of speaking makes him easily able to fade into the background if he ever wished to disappear from the conversation as he was barely noticed anyway in the first place. When he does speak clearly he is shown to have a nice voice, not too deep as it is a blend of both masculine and feminine, with his voice being slightly deeper.

Code Name: Specter

Real Name: Gloria Lieth

Age: 19

Nationality: American

Power: Intangibility – Simply put Gloria has the ability to shift the rate at which her molecules vibrate in order to pass through solid matter. The biggest exception to this is electricity, attempting to phase through anything that carries a heavy electric charge will cause her a great amount of pain. If the charge is towards the lower end but still present she may still be able to push through, this kind of stress of her powers will leave behind something akin to a severe friction burn on any exposed skin that went through the process, effects on clothing may vary by circumstance. If Gloria tries to reform inside a solid object her body will attempt to expel the foreign material with varied degrees of success. If it is a small portion of her body inside a comparatively less dense material then the material will warp and shift to accommodate that body part however if it is most of her body inside something like stone then she will experience excruciating pain her molecules fuse with the stone in a permanent and fatal manor. Organic matter carries a discernable electric charge. This means that the same rules apply to Gloria moving through a person as they do moving through electricity. Compared to something like an electric fence the charge that humans or animals carry is relatively low so Gloria could move through someone however it would hurt quite a bit. Reforming inside something with an electric charge would be suicide, Gloria may succeed in reforming but the charge of the matter she is moving through would kill her. However Gloria has discovered that if she moves through something with a low level charge and alternates solid and not very quickly she is able to fry circuitry, such as security systems or computers. Passing through vegetation is not a problem as the charge it carries is almost unnoticeable compared to other living things. The denser a substance is the more difficult for Gloria to move through it. Something like class would be fairly easy but something like lead or osmium would be much more difficult and possibly even dangerous depending on how much of it she is phasing through.

Origins: Gloria grew up in New York City. Her home was not exactly a stable one. Both her parents Peter and Rose, worked constantly, her mother was a lawyer and her father a doctor. This meant that both Gloria and her little sister Cassandra lived well but there’s more to life than that. Because of their occupations neither of Gloria’s parents were home consistently and when they were home Gloria was not there favorite person. They saw Gloria as a deviant, unwilling or worse unable to fulfil their vision of what a daughter should be. On the best days they ignored her but on many of the less pleasant ones Gloria and her parents would get into violently loud arguments. Because of this Gloria stayed out quite often when she knew her parents might be home. She spent most of her time at pool halls or twenty four hour coffee shops.

It wasn’t really a secret that Cassandra was Peter and Rose’s favorite but Gloria didn’t resent her sister for it. If you met Cassandra you’d know it was hard to resent her for anything. Cassie as Gloria called her was almost as unstable as Gloria’s home life. She had been diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age, her parents however couldn’t bear to have her institutionalized. Usually her delusions were pretty tame but every now and then she’d have a serious fit. Peter and Rose didn’t see many of these, they were too busy working. To them Cassandra was there perfect daughter, they weren’t capable of seeing how seriously she needed help. Gloria didn’t like spending time at home, it contained very few pleasant memories for her but at times when she knew her parents were working she would stay none the less to keep her little sister calm. When Gloria was out she gave Cassie a cellphone, if anything scared or frightened her, or anything happened that Cassie couldn’t explain she was to call right away.

The development of Gloria’s meta-gene when she was fourteen was the beginning of the end. At first her parents didn’t notice but Gloria’s control over her ability was spotty, she’d phase partway through things at the randomest times and soon enough it happened in public. Once a month Gloria, Rose Peter and Cassie all sat down for a family dinner. This family time once a month was hell for Gloria but Cassie five years younger than her sister seemed to love having everyone together, she didn’t see the tension between her parents and her older sister. For this reason when this time rolled around Gloria tried to be as pleasant as she could, to be the person that Peter and Rose wanted despite the fact that it was not who she was.

Gloria helped her mother with dinner that night trying so hard to make this special for her sister. When she was taking the plates to the dining room table Gloria tripped on a piece of loose carpet and went careening towards the table plates flying everywhere. Some sort of instinct activated in Gloria then, a primal sense of self protection cause her power to activate that moment. It save her head from smashing into the fine oak but it doomed her in her parent’s eyes. Gloria passed straight through the table top with her entire family there to witness.

At the best of time Peter and Rose were not tolerant people but finding out that there child was a mutant was the final straw for them. They removed her from school, couldn’t have that happening in public, what would the neighbors think? Then they forbid her to leave the house. Of course Gloria was happy to stay when both her parents were out if only to keep an eye on her little sister. At that point in her life the only reason that Gloria didn’t run away from home was because Cassie. The little girl need Gloria now more than ever.

Cassie had always had an over active imagination which often enough fueled her delusions. Ever since she’d seen what Gloria could do her schizophrenia had incorporated it into her own personal reality. She’d become convinced that she also was a meta-human. That might have been okay if she thought she had telekinesis or pyrokinesis or energy manipulation or telepathy or anything else. Except Cassie didn’t dream up an ability like that. One that couldn’t hurt her. Cassie had started to believe that she could fly.

At the beginning it was almost funny, seeing the eleven year old jumping off tables and chairs and laughing when she hit the ground. Two years after Gloria first discovered her powers when she was sixteen things turned dangerous. Gloria came home one day to find Cassandra standing on the railing of the back deck, fifteen feet off the ground. “I’m gonna do it this time sis.” She shouted with a smile on her face, before Gloria could do anything Cassandra leapt from the railing. She broke both of her legs and fractured her collarbone.

Gloria called 911, when Peter and Rose got home they wouldn’t believe that there dear sweet innocent Cassie had actually jumped off a fifteen foot deck. The real answer seemed obvious, Gloria had pushed her sister off the deck out of jealously. No matter how many times Gloria told them what happened they refused to believe it. It was only Cassandra’s insistence that Gloria had gotten home after the fall that kept her from ending up in Juvi.

Three months later after Cassie’s bones had healed Gloria’s relationship with her parents had deteriorated further, to the point where Gloria couldn’t be in the same room with them without an argument starting. That fateful night Gloria stormed out of the house not wanted to be there when Peter and Rose returned.

She went down to the pool halls were she wasn’t too bad at hustle guys out of there cash. That night Gloria got a phone call in that special phone she’d reserved for her sister. She picked up with haste leaving a game mid play and forfeiting her bet. “Cassie what’s wrong?”

“There’s something in the attic with me sis. I’m scared, but one of the windows in the attic is open. I’m gonna fly away from it. I’m going to be alright.”

Gloria’s heart nearly stopped, she began to run for home as fast as her legs would carry her as she tried to talk her sister down. “Cassie don’t do this. Whatever’s in the attic with you isn’t scary enough to waste your powers on it, your powers are special. They should be used for special things.” Gloria had learned that directly opposing Cassie’s delusions was a mistake. Her little sister would get irritable and angry and Gloria couldn’t calm her down.

“Its big sis, it’s got horns.”

“Cassie I’m almost at the house, don’t do anything till I get there.”

“It’s coming for my Glory. I have to fly. I have too.”

Gloria rounded the corner to the street her house was on. She shoved open the gate with enough force to smash it into the fence beside. Gloria ran up the walk just in time to hear her sister’s scream and see her body hit the ground.

In shock Gloria gathered her little sister in her arms, she wasn’t even twelve yet and she seemed so small all broken. She tried to smile and Gloria could see blood coating her teeth. “It didn’t get me sis, I flew. Did you see?”

Gloria smiled tears streaming down her eyes. “I saw, my little angel, you flew. It was beautiful.”

The smile on Cassandra’s face was so innocent it broke Gloria’s heart. “I… I have to go somewhere else now don’t I?”

Gloria couldn’t answer. How did you respond to a dying girls last words?

Cassie reached up a hand and touched Gloria’s chest right below her collarbone. “Don’t worry sis, I’ll always be there for you. Right there.” She said pocking Gloria’s chest, smearing blood on her tank top.

That was how Peter and Rose found the two of them three house later. Cassandra’s broken body being cradled by a despondent Gloria who was still crying and holding Cassie in her arms.

“My god Gloria, what did you do?” said Peter looking on the scene with horror.

This snapped Gloria out of whatever state she’d been existing in before. Her pain and anguish quickly turning to anger. “You can’t possibly think… I’m your daughter, her sister. I would never… but then what do you know about me? What do you know about either of us? Maybe if you’d bothered to come home every once in a while you might have been able to stop her from jumping.”

“Jumping?” said Rose in shock. “You can’t possibly think we’d believe this was self-inflicted? Our daughter would never commit suicide.”

“Mom! You’re daughter was schizophrenic, she needed help. Help you weren’t willing to admit might be necessary. Her blood in on your hands.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed. “No actually I think it’s on your hands.” he said gesturing down Gloria’s hands which were indeed stained wither her sisters blood. “Rose call the police.”

Gloria watched in horror as her mother pulled out a cellphone. “Police, I’d like to report a murder. My daughter is dead, yes I know who did it. She’s still here. Get here as quick as possible I don’t think we can hold her for long.”

Gloria looked between her parents and realized two very important things, they’d never really loved her, and they were determined to see her jailed for Cassandra’s death. Gloria started to run.

“No you don’t.” shouted Peter moving to intercept. Gloria didn’t stop she just kept running and as she approached her father her both moved through his. Pain crackled through her limbs that Gloria didn’t fully understand but shock, horror, and grief dulled its edge so that she barely felt it.

Gloria didn’t stop running till she was ten blocks from her house. She used the little money she had on her to buy new, clean clothing and she wiped the blood from her skin. This began Gloria’s life on the streets. It took six months before the police gave up on finding her. Of course officially her file was still open and she was still wanted but after that amount of time no one expected her to be found. She stayed in New York, using her gift to steal what she needed. A neat trick she discovered was that if she made her stomach intangible she could store shoplifted items in it for several minutes before she started to feel like she was choking. Gloria did what she had to, to survive. Six months ago her jobs finally caught up with her. She was hired by a local fence to steal a diamond ring from a safety deposit body.

It was a trap set by MetaOps. They’d gotten winds of her exploits, the vault were the diamond was held had been retrofitted with an electrically charged grid in all of the walls, floor and ceiling which was activated once she was inside. After that they used insulated cuffs that were wired to transport her to a holding facility. Her choices were simple, join the MetaOps project or spent the next two to five years in jail for the various crimes she’d committed to get by.

Personality: Gloria has a prominent wild streak to her and enjoyed partying, drinking, and having sex. Often enough she’ll use a guy and dump him without forming any sort of emotional ties. She can also be careless and irresponsible, Gloria treats serious matters more lightly than she probably should. She is generally carefree and laid-back, causing her to view people who take matters serious as being wound too tight. Gloria doesn’t really want to be in any sort of leadership position on the team because of a deep seated fear that her mistakes could cost them a lot just like with her sister. She explains this reluctance to take command of a situation by nonchalantly saying it’s too much of a hassle. When she wants to be Gloria can be both forceful and persuasive, she could be a decent leader given the chance.

Gloria frequently proved herself to be impulsive. She is known for her quick, easily irritated nature, something her father described as the "Lieth temper". Gloria has deep issues with parental figures, due to being raised by neglectful, absent parents while she was young. Nonetheless, she has a deep yearning for a family. She has many trust issues, always fearing that she will be betrayed or hurt if she lets someone in. Often enough she is incapable of understanding why someone would show kindness with nothing to gain for themselves. She is always suspicious of people who take an interest in her. Gloria shows hostility to those she doesn't trust or doesn't know but on the one hand, she would display extreme loyalty to those who were close to her and cared for her, yet that hasn’t happened since her sister died.

Appearance:

Appearance:


Code Name: The Immortal

Real Name: N/A

Age: 2.4 Million Years

Gender: Male

Nationality: N/A

Powers: He's seemingly indestructible, has the power of flight, and has incredible amounts of strength.

Origins/History: The Immortal is the oldest known meta-human on Earth. While most meta-humans started showing up about 20-40 years ago, The Immortal was around during the Pre-historic Era. He claims that when out hunting, a small meteorite landed not far away from him. The harsh cold caused him to go to the warm, glowing rock and fall asleep next to it. Little did he know that the reason the meteor was glowing was because it was covered in radiation from a far off planet. When the immortal awoke, he did not feel any different than before, until a large sabertooth tiger attacked him. The tiger's claws broke when clawing at him and caused it run away in fear. The tiger ended frightening a herd of nearby mammoths that began to stampede towards The Immortal. After being knocked around a bit, he grabbed one of the incoming beasts and threw it as if it was small twig. Since then, he has been hiding among Earth's populace for centuries.

Personality: He suffers from extreme depression. What caused him to reach this point of sadness is unknown, but from what we've gathered so far it has something to do with the stolen weapon.

Appearance:
Codename: Carnage
Real name: Major Vincent Stone
Age: 41
Nationality: US citizen

Powers: Major Stone is the last living test subject of DARPA's Tekion project. The Tekion project was a top secret research project with the aim of making super soldiers by implanting the soldiers with a symbiotic biological organism that fuses with the host body in order to boost it physical abilities beyond what humans are capable of. Organism grows like a cancer inside the host body replacing organs, muscles and other tissue's with better alternatives. DARPA thought it would be the next step in human evolution but all test subjects died within two years with the exception of major Stone.

The Tekion project gave major Stone a variety of superhuman qualities including superhuman strength, speed, endurance and extensive regeneration powers. Vincent Stone is also immune to poisons, viruses and bacteria.

Origins: Vincent Stone was born into a military family. Both his father, grandfather and brothers served the country in the various branches of the US military. By the age of 18 Vincent enlisted in the US army and started his study at West Point. During his course he studied military tactics and special operations and left West Point with a masters degree and joined the Special Forces.

During his time with the US Special Forces Vincent Stone did multiple tour of duties in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria and other middle-eastern countries. During a mission in Iraq 12 years ago Vincent became critically wounded and if he'd survive, Vincent would never be able to serve his country in the field again. During this period, Vincent was given a Choice. Spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair or become a test subject for Project Tekion and have a chance to fully recover.

The Tekion organism took root quickly and started to replace the damaged tissues, bones, muscles in Vincent's body. After only a few months of testing and growing Vincent started to display more than just total regenerative powers. His metabolism started to function at a much greater efficiency and Major Stone's strength, speed, endurance where increased significantly. After one year of living with the Tekion organism inside Vincent Stone was deemed the first success of Tekion project and was transferred to MetaOps.

During his first 5 years at MetaOps Vincent worked as an agent. He went on various missions mostly abroad the country to make sure the enemies of democracy would not use the appearing Meta Humans to their advantage. All went well until his last mission. Vincent was send to eliminate a Saudi extremist in Iraq with shape shifting powers. He tracked his target down to a small village and engaged him. The extremist however used his shape shifting powers to blend in with the villagers. The extremist lured Vincent in attacking the villagers by constantly transforming into a new one and attacking the MetaOps agent. By the end of the day, Vincent had massacred the entire village. Women, children, elderly all perished by the hand of an American super soldier. The massacre over 200 Iraqi villagers earned Vincent the codename "Carnage".
This massacre however sparked a huge international incident. In order to settle the incident the US government persecuted Major Stone for crimes against humanity and the military court sentenced Vincent to death by lethal injection.

In front of many national and international government officials the sentence was carried out and the doctor pronounced major Stone dead. However the Tekion organism managed to absorb and dispose of most of the chemicals and just put the Major into a comatose state. His body was then transferred to the MetaOps headquarters where Major Stone would spend the next two weeks in a coma but fully recovered afterwards.
Officially major Stone is still dead. Some within MetaOps believe the director pulled some strings in order to retrieve his agent and save him from his dead. Others put his re-appearance solely on the Tekion organism within his body. None the less Major Stone's identity is kept more or less secret.

After the incident scientist examined the growth of the Tekion organism inside of Vincent Stone's body and discovered that the organism has infected his brain at the parts that control his emotions, ethical and moral thinking of the person. Because of this interconnection Vincent is no longer restricted by moral concerns and enjoys physical and mental violence to a great extend. The scientists fear that this lack of moral conciseness and love for violence poses a very great risk for massive collateral damage and deem Vincent unfit for being a field agent. This is especially true for missions on friendly soil. Major Stone now functions as an instructor for new recruits of MetaOps.

Personality: Major Stone is very strict and upholds the military discipline with no remorse. He's also not burdened by any morals and enjoys to be extremely demanding and downright sadistic on agents he is training. Some even whisper that he takes out his anger and frustration of not being at the field anymore on those men and women who he needs to train.

Major Stone believes he needs to break his men down in order to reconstruct them into the best agents MetaOps has to offer. The majority of the subjects that he trains does not make it to the end of the course. Those who do often become the elite within MetaOps.

Character Sheet

Callsign: MOPS 1

Real Name: Sylvia “Strato” Häyhä

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Nationality: Finnish/Swedish

Powers: N/A…. Yet

Skills and Equipment:
-Handgun Training. She’s been trained with handguns, not much else to say about it. She uses the Pistol 88B.
-SMG/PDW Training, she has been trained to use SMG’s and PDW’s. If she is somehow out of her plane, she’ll have an MP7 she requested personally.
-Marksmanship Training with long rifles, the training is light. However, marksmanship appears to be in her blood, and she has always proven to be a capable shooter.
-Combat Training, although her training was rather light, due to circumstances, such as her plane or transport being shot down, she’s been ‘field trained’ by various special forces teams. Over the course of her career of crashing, she’s been honored as an honorary member in the Swedish SOG, the Australian SASR, and the German KSK.
-Knife Training, she’s been trained to use a knife, really can’t get simpler than this. She uses the F1 Pilot Survival Knife.
-Survival Training, because she’s a pilot and in the military, she’s had survival training. She’ll have a survival kit with her, containing things such as tools, fire starters, rope, bandages, compasses, rations, etc.
-Fighter/Drone/AEW&C Pilot, she’s a certified Fighter Pilot, Drone Pilot and AEW&C Operator. She’s very good at multitasking, and has sharp eyes.
-She also has a flight suit.

Origins/History:
Born in Sweden, Strato lead a very normal, lazy, life. She went to college, but mostly just floated through it with no real direction in life. It took a video game to spur her with purpose. A game about aces flying through the sky in jets. So, she joined the Swedish Airforce, where she became a fighter pilot. Shortly after, she transferred to become a drone pilot. But she found that unfulfilling as well, finally she became an AEW&C Operator. She became the eye in the sky for countless Special Forces soldiers in foreign countries. For fighter pilots. For tank columns, and sometimes, even for naval fleets. Her skill as an AEW&C Operator was unmatched, and that was what precisely made her a candidate for a new secret group. The Americans requested her for a multi-national task force. The Swedish Government had no idea what this task force was, or what it would do, so they let Strato decide. Interested in the secrecy and mystery, she signed up.

Personality: Strato is a kind woman. Despite having never worked with Meta Ops troops before, she has worked with hundreds of soldiers across the world. She’s grown to be blunt, because beating around the bush costs too much time. She is somewhat easily annoyed, if someone blatantly ignores her intel, she will lecture them on how she can see everything that goes on in the world, at any time. Even that old lady who is a grandmother during the day and stripper by night. She will sometimes joke around, sometimes using puns. Most of the time they’re not funny, but she does her best.

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Her Plane
AEW&C Plane: Possibly the most advanced vehicle on the planet right now. The plane houses an advanced power core that was found inside the remains of a large meteor, which was found in Antarctica frozen into the ice by US Scientists. They studied the core for decades, finally putting it in a prototype plane, where it powered the entire plane and provided the engines with an unknown type of fuel. Spurred by this development, the scientists attempted to put the core in a generator to power cities. The core refused to work. Placed in a variety of vehicles, the core only worked in a plane. Defeated, and pressured by the military, the scientists agreed to start working on a plane to house the core. However with the introduction of Meta-Operations, the plane was designated to be an AWACS for Meta-Operations ground teams.
The project was then handed to Lockheed Martin’s Skunkworks, where they worked alongside the original scientists to create this aircraft. The EX-4 Grey Owl is the largest AEW&C in existence, and it is almost fully autonomous, requiring only one operator. The plane itself has everything you would expect of an AEW&C plane, including some more. The EX-4 Grey Owl includes even a small kitchen, a fridge, and bunk for one. The Owl has enough fuel and supplies that it can fly for a full week before needing to resupply and refuel.
Despite its tendency to just be faster than most missiles outright, it is supplied with several defensive systems. The rear of the plane has two ‘guns’ that shoot anti-missile flares, or chaff. The radar, even though its mostly used for detecting objects or vehicles, can also intercept enemy radar and detection systems and alter their signals. While the radar is online, the EX-4 Grey Owl is unseeable by radar, and cannot be locked onto by targeting systems. The EX-4 Grey Owl also has a rear cargo hatch, allowing for up to 30 people to sit, and for cargo to be placed in the trunk. The most appealing of the systems though is the drone control consoles, allowing the single operator to do their job if the team goes into a place where the plane cannot see them. The drone systems can control any type of drone developed by the Skunkworks, and there are several, most of them stored in the cargo space in the EX-4. The command console in the plane can access satellites around the world, giving her satellite imagery when she wants it, whenever she wants it.
Thanks to previously unknown techniques in aeronautical engineering, the EX-4 Grey Owl has a top speed of Mach 5.4, and a service ceiling of 30,400 meters, some have called it the Blackbird 2.0. However, the top speed is for its cruising mode, to get to the location, surveillance mode is significantly slower. One thing to note is that the switch between the two modes is quite fast, and once the plane is in cruising mode, it will just point the nose upwards and shoot off like a rocket.
The plane is currently extremely classified, very few people know of its existence. Even fewer know of the advances made by studying the extraterrestrial core. And even fewer know that one can communicate with it.

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Code Name: Hopper

Real Name: Jun Li Shi (Just goes by Jun, for your convenience and mine.)

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Nationality: Hong Kong Chinese

Powers: Advanced Robotic Lower Body: Jun’s lower body has been completely replaced with mechanical implants that go well beyond military grade, giving him the capabilities to run faster, longer, and harder than any normal human being alive. He can also jump absurd heights and distances, survive falls from immense heights due to the stabilizers in his feet and hips, and knees. His kicks have more than enough force to shatter and bend materials such as concrete, weaker metals up to iron, and human bones. Needless to say, getting kicked by him is beyond painful.

Helmet: Jun’s helmet is more than just a shield for his face, in the eyes it contains infrared, night vision, and heat scanning lenses that allow him to see better in almost any situations, provided he has his helmet. Given that he needs to communicate with the team often, he has had a communications system installed into his helmet. There’s also a sub-sonic speaker implemented into the neck that everyone but Jun can hear, that emits a particular noise...

Origin: Born in the city of Hong Kong in 1988, Jun was born into a loving family as the only child to a biomedical engineer and architect, his mother and father respectively, nine years before the transfer of sovereignty to the People’s Republic of China. Even after the transfer of power occurred, Jun lived a rather happy life with his family, showing a great amount of intelligence even at a young age, even fully learning Cantonese, Mandarin, and English by the time he entered high school.

Everything was going well for them, especially his mother since the Department of Mechanical Engineering of Hong Kong provided her project with additional funding, one which would give veteran amputees access to advanced prosthetic limbs to help them live their lives normally once more. Such advanced robotic prosthetics could have shaped the future of the world, given a man who lost his limbs the chance to hug his family again, to walk with them once more, and to fully reintegrate into society with fully functioning limbs. At least, that was how it should have gone.

Three months before the final model of the limbs were completed, Jun, age 19, was just walking. A normal day in his normal life. Literally nothing was out of the ordinary, the wind was calm, the sun was out, the light to walk was on. But someone didn’t see. Ironic as it was that his future was all decided by something that could have happened to anyone, he was struck by a speeding car, driven by a drunk man he’d never even met. God was playing a joke that wasn’t funny to him. Immediately after being admitted to the hospital, the doctors were forced to amputate his legs, as every bone and tendon in them were crushed under the bumper and wheels of the vehicle. Were it not for his mother’s technology, Jun never would have walked again.

Implementing the greatest advancements in prosthetic limbs, his mother fitted Jun with the prototype model of the AAMA, the Amputee Assistance Movement Apparatus, and, after two months of rehabilitation and adjustment, Jun was able to walk again. Being fitted with artificial hips and a conjoined segment of his spine, his legs worked even better than his original, he could run farther, and longer than ever, and he didn’t even feel tired after running half a marathon. It finally seemed like he was going to get his peaceful life back...all thanks to his mother.

Just when things were looking up, and the AAMA was about to be ready for use in hospitals, the funding was mysteriously and anonymously cut entirely, leaving his mother outraged and angry. Of course, Jun himself was outraged as well. The very thing keeping him walking was being denied to people who would really need it, people whose lives it could restore in just a few months. Still...what could he and his family do? They were subject to the government above all else, and as such couldn’t really protest against where the funding was going. That was, until his mother was forcibly relocated to Shanghai. Jun and his father were even forbidden to see her, and, after a month, both started to worry. A month turned into 3, then into half a year as they simply recieved letters, letters from the government that were supposedly written by Jun’s mother. Yet, more than anyone, his father knew something was wrong.

Stepping back a year, Jun had received a scholarship to the Hong Kong University of Medical Science himself, and had a year’s worth of hands-on experience tinkering with his own legs. Metal legs, strong, cold, unyielding...powerful, to say the least. Angered by what might have happened, Jun grew tired of living under a government that would deprive the world of the knowledge his mother could offer, a world where everyone could walk. Donning a disguise using an old, discarded Yamaha motorcycle helmet with the visor painted black, he put his modified legs to use on his (technically) terrorist rampage of breaking into government facilities in Shanghai, all in the purpose of finding out just what the government was up to. Though he never hurt anybody, Jun soon became wanted throughout all of China for crimes of treason against the government...though it was under a new name. A name given by a journalist who witnessed one of his now famous 30 ft. jumps using his robotic legs to clear the distance of two skycrapers in one bound. Quickly being dubbed: “The GrassHopper” the media took to shortening it to simply “Hopper” as he continued, uncaring of the consequences of his actions. That was, until, he actually found his mother.

Jun had been captured before he knew what hit him...ameteur vigilantism didn’t exactly mean you were subtle, or could hide for long, and in his case, that meant that the government kicked his door down and arrested him. A day before he was to be executed, he had a strange encounter with a man who’d saved his mother, and escorted her and his father out of the country already. With new resolve, Jun joined MetaOps under the moniker of Hopper, ready to serve under the U.S. government as payment for saving his own, and his family’s lives.

Personality: Jun personality wise is a pretty straight forward type of guy, not really the type to mince words or beat around the bush when something needs saying. Still, he has a decent sense of how others feel about things and is very sympathetic, willing to listen if someone is willing to talk. For how upbeat he is, a defeat can really get Jun down in the dumps, and he somewhat feels inadequate compared to most members of MetaOps, given that his defining ability is just that he’s a double amputee with robot legs to substitute a wheelchair. Still, he’s a pretty cool guy to talk to.

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Code Name: Hallucinogen

Real Name: Vera Serov

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Nationality: Russian

Powers: Vera has the ability to make people around her begin to hallucinate. The hallucination can be of anything she wants and the victim will believe it. The hallucination can be general or specific, meaning she can simply want you to see your greatest fear and you will see it, even if she doesn't know what it is, or she can make you believe that your entire body is on fire and that window that leads off the side of the skyscraper you're in is the only thing keeping you from a pool of water. The hallucinations also affect all senses. If she wants you to think you're on fire, not only will you see the fire burning your skin, you will also hear the crackle of the flames, feel the heat and pain of your flesh burning, smell the smoking of your body, and taste your roasted flesh.

Origins/History: Even after all these years, relations between the United States and Russia have never been even close to satisfactory. When meta-humans began to pop up on Earth, a second, secret Cold War began between the rival countries. Instead of weapons-of-mass-destruction being created though, the two nations have been creating people-of-mass-destruction. Most of these government created meta-humans have been complete failures, either becoming complete abominations or not even surviving the process. The one exception: Vera Serov, better known as Hallucinogen. Out of the two nations' Cold War II, Vera has been the only successful subject. Unfortunately for the Russian government, Vera didn't plan on being a test subject for long. As soon she had her powers, she used them to escape and become a freelance agent, letting people hire her for jobs like assassinations and heists. Recently, she was hired to be a part of the team that broke into the facility that Project: God Complex was being housed.

Personality: Vera gains enjoyment from messing around with people's emotions; whether she's making them afraid, lovestruck, or angry. She's very sadistic.