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I thought I had submitted this for some reason, anywho here is my old CS.
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Name: Matthew Reed
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Role: Anselmo Armored Division, pilot.
Skills:
Extreme Althete - Reed is an extreme athlete, which helps him certify himself as a pilot who does direct mission drops. He has the ability to perform almost perfect E&E actions.
Helicopter Pilot - Reed has a special knack for piloting a helicopter, whether it be a transport or gunship variant.
Multitasking - He has the ability to fly a gunship and unleash its payload with precision, along with other things.
Equipment:
SM8 - the futuristic version of the P-90. It is lighter and, with better weapon design and better bullets, it shoots harder with better accuracy and less recoil than the old p-90. It is a good weapon for a pilot because it is compact, packs a punch, and has the ability to hold a lot of bullets, armor piercing bullets.
H-8 - a high capacity, hard hitting sidearm.
Full Visor Flight Helmet - A helmet with the entire face plate being a type of honeycombed, gold glass like material. It has night vision, thermal, and a HUD.
Appearance: Reed is a 6'0" man with a lean, dense muscular build which brings him to 185 lbs. He's a balance between strength and dexterity and he has a mostly scar-free body when compared to legends such as Jake Cross. Only being a pilot, he's remained "out of harm."
Reed has crew cut dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face along with hazel eyes. His preferred clothing for the field is a special weave Multicam BDU which is good protection against claws and teeth, but not against bullets.
Background: Reed initially spent his first few years in a small outpost called Blackwood, where his parents were stationed so that they could study the biology of the monsters and cataloged their DNA. For safety reasons, they had Reed brought to the military district of Anselmo, where he spent his life until he was 18. His parents visited a few times a year, but he grew up without them. Instead, he spent most of his life under the wing of his Uncle, Glenn Reed, who worked as a pilot for Anselmo.
In this case, instead of following in his parent's footsteps as may be expected, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle as a supply aircraft pilot, where he would drop crates into outposts to keep them sustained. Once he reached twelve, his Uncle started to bring Matt with him on flights, where he began to see many of the monsters which had wrecked their world. He even witnessed a group of rangers storm a bunker and come out unscathed, only to lose men and women when a pilot hit a tree and crash landed right into them.
When he was seventeen and on the verge of choosing his supply career, he got word that his parents and 45 others perished when their overloaded evac helicopter crashed.
So, at 18 years old, and seeing so many pilot failures, he went to the academy to become a direct action helicopter pilot, where he'd be in the heat of combat. Only, he'd do it better. Killing and dropping off Rangers with his machine. That's where he decided he needed to be.
There's one mission that he will always remember, one that scarred him for life. A group of four year Rangers had been sent to investigate a bunker where high tech weapons were thought to have once been held. Intelligence had cleared the place, meaning an easy mission. Matt flew the Rangers, using a quiet helicopter, into the area over the cover of darkness. Matt had swept the area to make sure it was clear, before setting down. The Rangers jogged out and Matt flew off, waiting for the mission end and his cue to retrieve.
After an hour, a slight rumbling started, shaking the valley. A few minutes later and the Rangers, after a brief amount of shooting, stopped transmitting. Matt got the go to investigate the scene. When he arrived he figured out why they had stopped transmitting. They were too busy fighting. Tracer rounds flew into a large shadow, a behemoth. The monster swung an arm into what must have been a SAW operator, causing the majority of the tracer rounds to stop. Then, a moment of hope, as tracers from all over the beast started, hitting one of its feet in an attempt to make it fall. Matt aimed his chaingun at the beast's foot as well, but he was out of rockets. He was only allowed so much. Then, in a heartwrenching moment, the behemoth, the Leviathan, raised its head and let out a roar that would have popped Matt's eardrums had he not had his helmet on. The gunfire had stopped, and Matt knew the team was dead. A monster Leviathan had been awoken, most likely mistaken for a large rock during scouting, and it had wiped out an Expedition Team like it was nothing.
Other: Gotta get him a pilot name if you know what I mean.
Wish: His wish is quite simple, and part of the reason he has decided to be a direct action pilot: he wants to bring everyone home safe from every mission.
Trauma: The incident with the Leviathan.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Role: Anselmo Armored Division, pilot.
Skills:
Extreme Althete - Reed is an extreme athlete, which helps him certify himself as a pilot who does direct mission drops. He has the ability to perform almost perfect E&E actions.
Helicopter Pilot - Reed has a special knack for piloting a helicopter, whether it be a transport or gunship variant.
Multitasking - He has the ability to fly a gunship and unleash its payload with precision, along with other things.
Equipment:
SM8 - the futuristic version of the P-90. It is lighter and, with better weapon design and better bullets, it shoots harder with better accuracy and less recoil than the old p-90. It is a good weapon for a pilot because it is compact, packs a punch, and has the ability to hold a lot of bullets, armor piercing bullets.
H-8 - a high capacity, hard hitting sidearm.
Full Visor Flight Helmet - A helmet with the entire face plate being a type of honeycombed, gold glass like material. It has night vision, thermal, and a HUD.
Appearance: Reed is a 6'0" man with a lean, dense muscular build which brings him to 185 lbs. He's a balance between strength and dexterity and he has a mostly scar-free body when compared to legends such as Jake Cross. Only being a pilot, he's remained "out of harm."
Reed has crew cut dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face along with hazel eyes. His preferred clothing for the field is a special weave Multicam BDU which is good protection against claws and teeth, but not against bullets.
Background: Reed initially spent his first few years in a small outpost called Blackwood, where his parents were stationed so that they could study the biology of the monsters and cataloged their DNA. For safety reasons, they had Reed brought to the military district of Anselmo, where he spent his life until he was 18. His parents visited a few times a year, but he grew up without them. Instead, he spent most of his life under the wing of his Uncle, Glenn Reed, who worked as a pilot for Anselmo.
In this case, instead of following in his parent's footsteps as may be expected, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle as a supply aircraft pilot, where he would drop crates into outposts to keep them sustained. Once he reached twelve, his Uncle started to bring Matt with him on flights, where he began to see many of the monsters which had wrecked their world. He even witnessed a group of rangers storm a bunker and come out unscathed, only to lose men and women when a pilot hit a tree and crash landed right into them.
When he was seventeen and on the verge of choosing his supply career, he got word that his parents and 45 others perished when their overloaded evac helicopter crashed.
So, at 18 years old, and seeing so many pilot failures, he went to the academy to become a direct action helicopter pilot, where he'd be in the heat of combat. Only, he'd do it better. Killing and dropping off Rangers with his machine. That's where he decided he needed to be.
There's one mission that he will always remember, one that scarred him for life. A group of four year Rangers had been sent to investigate a bunker where high tech weapons were thought to have once been held. Intelligence had cleared the place, meaning an easy mission. Matt flew the Rangers, using a quiet helicopter, into the area over the cover of darkness. Matt had swept the area to make sure it was clear, before setting down. The Rangers jogged out and Matt flew off, waiting for the mission end and his cue to retrieve.
After an hour, a slight rumbling started, shaking the valley. A few minutes later and the Rangers, after a brief amount of shooting, stopped transmitting. Matt got the go to investigate the scene. When he arrived he figured out why they had stopped transmitting. They were too busy fighting. Tracer rounds flew into a large shadow, a behemoth. The monster swung an arm into what must have been a SAW operator, causing the majority of the tracer rounds to stop. Then, a moment of hope, as tracers from all over the beast started, hitting one of its feet in an attempt to make it fall. Matt aimed his chaingun at the beast's foot as well, but he was out of rockets. He was only allowed so much. Then, in a heartwrenching moment, the behemoth, the Leviathan, raised its head and let out a roar that would have popped Matt's eardrums had he not had his helmet on. The gunfire had stopped, and Matt knew the team was dead. A monster Leviathan had been awoken, most likely mistaken for a large rock during scouting, and it had wiped out an Expedition Team like it was nothing.
Other: Gotta get him a pilot name if you know what I mean.
Wish: His wish is quite simple, and part of the reason he has decided to be a direct action pilot: he wants to bring everyone home safe from every mission.
Trauma: The incident with the Leviathan.
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"Hellooooooo! Heheheheh....ECHO! Echo! Echo! EchoEchoechoechoechoechohohohohehehehahaha...Seriously though, can I get some food or something to drink esse..."
The crackling voice came through the speakers as the two looked into the screen, it flickers a few times before the man glanced up into the small room on the other side of the glass. A man of high rank cleared his throat while he stared at the patient as the woman in a white coat sighed.
"Are you sure Commander? Last time we attempted to interview him it ended with two nurses in the hospital and one in critical condition."
"I'd prefer to use one of our own but he comes highly recommended by one of our captains. The man is competent enough to make rational decisions so his judgement is something I hold to high value. If need be I can call for him.”
“No that won’t be necessary. However, I would ask that you post two of your own guards in there as well as a nurse in case things escalate.” She let out a nervous chuckle before turning back to the one-way mirror as a chair collided with the glass, causing her to reel back in shock as she seemed to meet his crazed gaze.
”PUNTA, HEY!! DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT ME, LIKE I’M NOT HERE, EH? THE ONLY REASON THAT PENDEJO ISN’T DEAD IS BECAUSE I LIKED HIM AND HE SHOWED ME RESPECT UNLIKE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The offensive language projected from the speakers was only enhanced by the muffled yells coming from behind the enclosed room. The doctor bit her bottom lip as she glanced over to the esteemed commander whose eyes simply narrowed.
”And don’t think I can’t see your judgmental eyes boring into my soul. I’m not the one who is evil here. I’m not the one who’s crazy.” He smirked, his eyes squinting in delight as he smiled, his tongue stuck out in defiance.
“Two guards Dr. Wilde...Fair enough. I’ll have them up here momentarily.” He nodded before turning to his runner and whispering a few things to him before taking off to complete his errands.
It was a few moments later that the runner returned with two guards before speaking up.
“Commander, he’s on his way.”
“Thank you private.” The doctor looked confused.
“Whose on their way?”
“Commander Jake of KV-74. It’s only natural that he is to see-” Something caused the commander to turn towards the glass as he felt eyes on him and as he turned he flinched, the crazed man grinning wide.
”Jake, commander Jake? You mean the one who fucked the mosey on-” The commander’s eyes widened slightly as confidential information was leaked over the recorder, prompting him to stomp said recordings for a moment. Mouth gaped was the only thing the commander showed as a sign of bewilderment.
Time passed and soon the doctor made her way into the room, her heels echoing across the ground before the echoing stopped thanks to the sound reduction material within the room. She gave the man a quick smile before sitting down. The two guards posted up by the door and the nurse in the other corner.
“Today is March 16th, 2353. I am preparing to interview Patient-”
”Patient Uno-Uno-Tres-Nueve-Cincoooooochooo-Cero….dash L 114.” She gulped.
“Ranger Salvador Vargaas”
”Ranger Salvador Vargaas...A name I haven’t heard in a looong time amiga.” He smirked, cockiness in his voice. She cleared her voice.
“What is your name?” He leaned into the microphone. Licking his lips he spoke.
”My name is Jehoviah and I am here to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ. I had booklets with me about the good word but you took them.
“What is your name please?”
”My name is Please, last name Can I Have some food?”
“For the sake of the interview-”
“Former Ranger Salvador Vargaas”
“Are you loyal to Humanity?”
“Whose Humanity? Never heard of him..” She looked back at the mirror with a deadpan look.
“Mr. Vargaas-”
”Don’t….Don’t call me Mr. Vargaas. Don’t call me Salvador. I lost those names when you brought me into this wonderful facility. I became patient 1139580-L114 aka “Prophet”-”
“That was a self-proclaimed title you gave yourse-” A bang of the table as the guards stepped forward as he leaned over the table, spit flying.
”I’M NOT SELF PROCLAIMED! I HAVE SEEN THE EYES OF THE LORD AND HIS VOICE WITH MY OWN EARS. I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THOSE BEYOND AND HAVE SEEN THINGS ON AN ASTROLOGICAL SCALE THAT HUMANS COULD NOT FATHOM IN THEIR WRETCHED MORTAL LIVES! I AM A MESSIAH, THE PROPHET, WHO HAS COME TO SPEAK OF REVELATIONS, AND THE HOPE THERE IS FOR US IN THE END...Sorry I-I-I just don’t like being lied to chica. ” The anger in his eyes mellowed out into a soft warm welcome.
“How would you describe your mental state?”
”Open…”
“Open?”
”And you say in your talks with Sam that I don’t listen...Yes...Open”
“Can you clarify?”
”Feeble minded mentalities amongst Homo Sapiens is the conclusion that explains why annihilation of humanity is the inevitable...Ever since, well, classified, when I classified with classified, I was brought to a new light, my third eye was open wide and has become my new sight. I hear things that others don’t, I see things that the naked eye cannot. Voices tell me-”
“Voices…” He nodded.
”Si, voices…”
“Voices of who?” He paused.
”God...Do you believe in God, Dr. Wilde?” His voice sounded amused as his head cocked to the side with a smug look.
“I’m-I’m sorry? I don’t follow.” A grin.
”When you hear the stories of others who had made expeditions out-” He gestured with his head towards what he assumed was the west gate exiting Anselmo.
”There. Do you think that god protects them? Do you think that Jesus Christ really was our savior? After hearing their stories, listening to their heart wrenching tales and the trembling voices that God really is watching over them? Or is it simply the hand of the devil with the help of the Grim Reaper..” His smile slowly turned to a thin line as his eyes seemed to darken despite the well lit room. She had seen this look before on the criminally insane, but this seemed...different.
”Jesus was a lie, the trinity is a lie...” There was about a minute or two of uneasy silence. She looked back to the mirror for the hopes the general would stop this interview.
”But to answer your question...I think I'm fine.” He gave a warm smile, sending chills along her arms.
“Are you willing to volunteer for an expedition again?”
”Considering I come highly recommended by the officer who supposedly leads this team then I would assume so...Or is it more or less I have no say?” She said nothing. The silence answering the question for him to which he began to chuckle, chuckling in to laughter and soon he smacked the table again, letting out a ”WOOOO AHAHAHAHA heeh me jodas..I fucking knew it hermano! Should never have accepted that invitation.”
The general remained quite in the other room. As his eyes seemed to meet Salvador’s own, instinctually flipped off by the former ranger.
”Lo has jodido hermano! Bout to fuck this shit up! Ahahahahehehehe.” She remained quite.
“Will you act in such a capacity to protect the members of your team?” He glanced over at her and sighed but remained quite.
“Salva-” He shot her look to which she flinched.
”Prophet..”
“I’m sorry?”
”Call me….Prophet.” He nodded as he looked up to nothing with a satisfied look. She cleared her throat.
“Ok...Prophet, will you act in su-” He shrugged.
”Depends-”
“Depends on wha-”
”Depends on whether or not they listen to me. When I tell them to move, they move, where I tell them to camp, them camp where I said. I may not be a leader, but I have...intuition. I’ve spent a fair amount of time out there in the hellscape to know what to look out for and where to go to avoid it.”
“I don’t know if that can be guaranteed.” He crossed his arms.
”Then I make no promises.”
“You won’t have a choi-please back away..” He was now in her face, his eyes beyond the thousand yard stare. They bore into her like daggers as the guards stepped forward, the nurse preparing a dose of sedative. His voice was cold, sinister, as if the devil himself was whispering into her ear. Low enough it was considered inaudible by the microphone.
”You can tell me what to do in here all you want but when it comes to out there, it’s every man for themselves and if that means the whole squad perishes in a gore-fest then it will happen without hesitation and zero remorse if it means I return alive. I’m not out there to protect what you consider humanity, I’m out there to survive. I have done things that would place me in the codex and have seen things that would shatter your fucking soul. If you think for a split second will conform and trust to these greenhorns with my fucking life, you’re out of your fucking mind. Thi-” In a moment he was slammed back in his chair by the two guards and just before the nurse injected him she haulted him in their tracks, telling them this was almost over. Through a trembling voice she began to speak.
“T-The interview i-is almost ove-over. Last question. Will you control your… mental condition if the situation worsens?” He grinned, once again sending chills down her back.
”You can’t control what isn’t broken…”
“With the interview concluded I deem you unfit for service and find your mental capacity to be equivalent to that of the clinically insane.” He began to laugh, hard, loud and with a slight macabre to it. Before he smiled at her.
Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change. A instructor of mine told me this once. I dunno, I thought he were bullshitting me, but he was right cause...everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing... over and over and over and over again thinking 'this time is gonna be different' no, no, no please... This time is gonna be different, I'm sorry, I don't like... The way- QUIT FUCKING STARING AT ME LIKE THAT PUTA OR I SWEAR I WILL FLAY THE SKIN OFF YOUR BONES LIKE A FUCKING TROUT AND -” With an audible thud he was on the ground, pinned by the guards and sedated by the nurse, Salvador’s muffled and fading threats slowly unheard on the audio. The doctor was against the glass, holding herself in what only could be described as a standing fetal position. She turned to the mirror with scared, tearfilled eyes towards what she hoped was the general as a silent cry for help.
On the other side of the mirror rested two people. One of rank and one with a choice, though given the current display that was shown he knew there was only one option. Those voices, that will to survive, it was all… wrong. Though the general had but one choice, “He’s on the team. But I tell this this Cross. He’s already dead, so if it comes to it you put him down.”
From there Cross could only nod in agreement. He didn’t want to, but orders were made. From there it was a simple matter to leave and be grateful he was out of sight of this Wild Man. Though there were so many questions that still needed to be answered. With that in mind he consigned himself to the makeshift office he was given and booted up his terminal, ready to find out the truth behind this Salvador Vargaas.
>SpiderWeave Version 11.9.8700
>Copyright <c> 2120 SpiderTech Industries. All Rights Reserved
>C:\Users\JCKV74\adb devices
>List of devices attached
>BSH99276as7vnd9eg1 recovery
>C:\Users\JCKV74
>Enter Password:
>Copyright <c> 2120 SpiderTech Industries. All Rights Reserved
>C:\Users\JCKV74\adb devices
>List of devices attached
>BSH99276as7vnd9eg1 recovery
>C:\Users\JCKV74
>Enter Password:
>Password accepted
>searching databases…….
>searching libraries……...
>recovering files……….
>Access to Personnel File: Vargaas, Salvador
>searching databases…….
>searching libraries……...
>recovering files……….
>Access to Personnel File: Vargaas, Salvador
WARNING
Unauthorized Access
>Override accepted
>Recovering Files
>Name: Cpl. Vargaas, Salvador
>Age: 34
>Physicality:
>Height: 5’9”
>Weight: 145lbs
>Status: Cognitive functions above average...vitals excellent
>Address: Cannot be found
>Current Address: 3056 Kiligan Drive (Anselmo Rehabilitation Center)
>Role: Ranger (Former)
>Training:
>Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement (Degree in the Occult)
>Anselmo Basic Combat Training
>Anselmo Basic Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Basic Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Basic Firearms Training
>Anselmo Basic Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Combat Specialist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Advanced Firearms Training
>Other Training Programs have been ordered Filed 13
>Equipment:
>Standard Ranger pack with essential survival equipment
>IWI Tavor SAR (Modifications made by Anselmo Licensed Gunsmith J.P Case)...
>Modifications: spring system barrel...weighted fore grip...chamber modified to fire .308...built in suppressor and night system kit
>Jacobs&Co 880C "Retort" .45acp
>Standard Issue Survival Knife
>Hoffman&Works "Deft Edge" Hunting Knife
>Extra Pack of Ranger Anti-Fatigue Medication
>Further Information on Cpl. Vargaas Salvador has been ordered Filed 13.
>Recovering Files
>Name: Cpl. Vargaas, Salvador
>Age: 34
>Physicality:
>Height: 5’9”
>Weight: 145lbs
>Status: Cognitive functions above average...vitals excellent
>Address: Cannot be found
>Current Address: 3056 Kiligan Drive (Anselmo Rehabilitation Center)
>Role: Ranger (Former)
>Training:
>Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement (Degree in the Occult)
>Anselmo Basic Combat Training
>Anselmo Basic Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Basic Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Basic Firearms Training
>Anselmo Basic Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Combat Specialist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Advanced Firearms Training
>Other Training Programs have been ordered Filed 13
>Equipment:
>Standard Ranger pack with essential survival equipment
>IWI Tavor SAR (Modifications made by Anselmo Licensed Gunsmith J.P Case)...
>Modifications: spring system barrel...weighted fore grip...chamber modified to fire .308...built in suppressor and night system kit
>Jacobs&Co 880C "Retort" .45acp
>Standard Issue Survival Knife
>Hoffman&Works "Deft Edge" Hunting Knife
>Extra Pack of Ranger Anti-Fatigue Medication
>Further Information on Cpl. Vargaas Salvador has been ordered Filed 13.
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okay so the backstory is a bit out there and the suit is not described fully just yet
but I plan on creating a few critters and using some that trinity might make
as always I am flexible to changing things but I figured this was a start
Name: Castan Heulyn
Age: 22
Gender Female
Role: Monster Biologist
Skills:
-Sewing: She can sew a number of different fabrics from leather to satin (However lace gives her problems)
-Fact relocation: Aka she can spot a creature and spit out facts about them. She can also be triggered by questions or words that relate to the facts she knows.
-Tracking: She can look at tracks and not only know what they came from (if she has studied that creature) but also figure out where they went
-Anatomy: Being that she has dissected many a monster she knows what a lot of them are like on the inside she has an advantage for if she has to fight them or if she is with someone better than her at fighting she can inform them of weak points
-Climbing: Surprisingly she is quite good at climbing, and will use it as a defense.
-Bow and arrow: Thanks to her father she has pretty decent marksmanship skills
Equipment: This is what your character has. Be reasonable with how much you take and I'd recommend a theme such as long ranged fighter, close ranged slugger, etc.
-Handmade suit: She created a suit of armor from the hides of monsters and modified it with claws for protection from the very things that she is studying
-Skinning knives: Extremely sharp knives designed for taking away hide from flesh without resulting in too much damage
-Rope: a 20ft rope she keeps coiled up
-backpack with more equipment: this holds the rope along with things to aid in sample collection and writing down notes
-The Swiftwind: A compound bow given to her by her ranger father that she pairs with a hip quiver...allowing for more ability to hold things on her back and faster loading. The bow itself is rather complex and meant to have enough power behind it to take down larger monsters...or at least slow them down. Paired with a sniper type attachment, she is prepared to defend herself with it.
Appearance:
Castan is small at 5 ft and rather pixie looking. Her softer features make her appear younger than she is and her rather large golden hazel eyes give her a rather pixie appearance. She has more of a pair shape with her lower half holding more weight then her upper half and seems fit in a lean way. Her hair is a bright red and she keeps it short to keep out of the way when she researches.
Background:
Castan was born to a ranger and a monster hunter both well known for their work. Raised amongst hunting and research led to a knowledge of the beasts that occupied the outside world in both how to kill them and how to use them. Her parents were not particularly cold to her, just busy. Often the time she would get with them was mainly when her mother was working and her father could both watch her and tell her all of his stories leading to a fascination with the creatures.
As Castan grew older she decided on the path of a monster biologist. This resulted in her going from her being watched to watching her mother work. Learning more about how to study the animals that were brought in for her mother to inspect. Often the monsters her father brought in were already dead and the goal was to inspect them for weak points, how to kill them better.
At the age of 18 she was assigned to go beyond the wall with her mother, to see what they could find in how to deal with the monsters and this is when her father was killed. Castan remembers it as a blur, a monster appearing suddenly and while her father and the rest of the team took it on she and her mother ran as they were not suited for fighting and their knowledge was valuable. Most of the team made it back, but her father did not. Her mother quit her research that week and collapsed into grief leaving Castan to practice her archery with the last gift she had received from her father and wonder just what would have happened if her father had had a better form of defense. She wanted to make something that would ensure something like that never happened again.
2 years ago she had her chance. With the excuse of starting up her mother’s research, she was able to gain access to different corpses of animals and create her first monster suit. Seeing its completion and marveling at its effectiveness she could not help but decide to keep it for herself and keep it a secret, rather she made it more understood that she wanted to copy the properties of the monsters...not steal their flesh.
Castan’s knowledge and research are what caught the attention of a few teams. She was not the weakest monster biologist and her goals would benefit a team...let alone if she could actually create her plans of suits that used similar builds to the monsters they faced.
Other: This is the part where you can add anything else you think would be good to know about your character or would like to add for characterization.
Wish:To understand monsters enough to help humanity or herself by using them.
Trauma: Castan’s father died protecting her mother and herself when a monster attacked. She had been on that trip as an apprentice to her mother and the resulting attack left her wanting to make better defenses against monsters.
@Deos Morran
but I plan on creating a few critters and using some that trinity might make
as always I am flexible to changing things but I figured this was a start
Name: Castan Heulyn
Age: 22
Gender Female
Role: Monster Biologist
Skills:
-Sewing: She can sew a number of different fabrics from leather to satin (However lace gives her problems)
-Fact relocation: Aka she can spot a creature and spit out facts about them. She can also be triggered by questions or words that relate to the facts she knows.
-Tracking: She can look at tracks and not only know what they came from (if she has studied that creature) but also figure out where they went
-Anatomy: Being that she has dissected many a monster she knows what a lot of them are like on the inside she has an advantage for if she has to fight them or if she is with someone better than her at fighting she can inform them of weak points
-Climbing: Surprisingly she is quite good at climbing, and will use it as a defense.
-Bow and arrow: Thanks to her father she has pretty decent marksmanship skills
Equipment: This is what your character has. Be reasonable with how much you take and I'd recommend a theme such as long ranged fighter, close ranged slugger, etc.
-Handmade suit: She created a suit of armor from the hides of monsters and modified it with claws for protection from the very things that she is studying
minus the cape this is the result
-Skinning knives: Extremely sharp knives designed for taking away hide from flesh without resulting in too much damage
-Rope: a 20ft rope she keeps coiled up
-backpack with more equipment: this holds the rope along with things to aid in sample collection and writing down notes
-The Swiftwind: A compound bow given to her by her ranger father that she pairs with a hip quiver...allowing for more ability to hold things on her back and faster loading. The bow itself is rather complex and meant to have enough power behind it to take down larger monsters...or at least slow them down. Paired with a sniper type attachment, she is prepared to defend herself with it.
Appearance:
Castan is small at 5 ft and rather pixie looking. Her softer features make her appear younger than she is and her rather large golden hazel eyes give her a rather pixie appearance. She has more of a pair shape with her lower half holding more weight then her upper half and seems fit in a lean way. Her hair is a bright red and she keeps it short to keep out of the way when she researches.
Background:
Castan was born to a ranger and a monster hunter both well known for their work. Raised amongst hunting and research led to a knowledge of the beasts that occupied the outside world in both how to kill them and how to use them. Her parents were not particularly cold to her, just busy. Often the time she would get with them was mainly when her mother was working and her father could both watch her and tell her all of his stories leading to a fascination with the creatures.
As Castan grew older she decided on the path of a monster biologist. This resulted in her going from her being watched to watching her mother work. Learning more about how to study the animals that were brought in for her mother to inspect. Often the monsters her father brought in were already dead and the goal was to inspect them for weak points, how to kill them better.
At the age of 18 she was assigned to go beyond the wall with her mother, to see what they could find in how to deal with the monsters and this is when her father was killed. Castan remembers it as a blur, a monster appearing suddenly and while her father and the rest of the team took it on she and her mother ran as they were not suited for fighting and their knowledge was valuable. Most of the team made it back, but her father did not. Her mother quit her research that week and collapsed into grief leaving Castan to practice her archery with the last gift she had received from her father and wonder just what would have happened if her father had had a better form of defense. She wanted to make something that would ensure something like that never happened again.
2 years ago she had her chance. With the excuse of starting up her mother’s research, she was able to gain access to different corpses of animals and create her first monster suit. Seeing its completion and marveling at its effectiveness she could not help but decide to keep it for herself and keep it a secret, rather she made it more understood that she wanted to copy the properties of the monsters...not steal their flesh.
Castan’s knowledge and research are what caught the attention of a few teams. She was not the weakest monster biologist and her goals would benefit a team...let alone if she could actually create her plans of suits that used similar builds to the monsters they faced.
Other: This is the part where you can add anything else you think would be good to know about your character or would like to add for characterization.
Wish:To understand monsters enough to help humanity or herself by using them.
Trauma: Castan’s father died protecting her mother and herself when a monster attacked. She had been on that trip as an apprentice to her mother and the resulting attack left her wanting to make better defenses against monsters.
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@BlackPanther I dig 'em! Accepted! Please put them in the CS tab!
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@FallenTrinity As for you, that is badass. Like straight up hardcore. But I need that backstory before I can accept you. Add that and it's done given how much work you've done so far!
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@Deos Morran I just realized that I totally skipped over the "skills" section. Whoops. Will fix.
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Name: Luath
Description:
This monster is a reptilian terror. Its black skin allows it to blend in at night when it typically hunts and lower light conditions. It is reaver in nature given that it rips through its prey with sharp claws and teeth and typically hunts in packs ranging from 4-10. They seem intelligent but cannot speak and instead use bark like noises. They seem to enjoy hunting smarter prey meaning humans are a joy for them.
Typically there is an alpha male and female with the rest of the pack being under them. They are capable of learning so if one tactic does not work they will try a different angle. Their front arms are shorter then their back legs much like a bird...without flight. They seem more suited for the night but occasionally one has been spotted during the day making them believed to be opportunistic creatures.
Their dense hide seems more then capable of deflecting arrows, though it seems bullets are able to harm them. They seem to hate bright lights and fire.
Seeing a dead Luath is not uncommon given infighting or a male loosing a fight. However, once a corpse of a Luath is spotted there could be more nearby or something more opportunistic waiting to feast on it.
Average Size:
4-5 ft with males being smaller then females
Weapons: Brief summary of the weapons and attacks the monster has such as sharp claws, sharp teeth, crushing strength, etc.
-Claws: Luah have claws on their front "hands" and their feet. Paired with an even shaper talon on each foot made for tearing through tough hides.
-Teeth: They have a powerful jaw strength and easily crush bone
-Intelligence: Often they work like wolves, but when the normal hunting fails they are able to learn quickly what will work and adapt
-Tough skin: Arrow proof and nearly bullet proof
-Speed: They are fast being able to run up to 40 mph
-Surprise: Their favored form of attack seems to be the element of surprise often leaping into view just before ripping into prey and jumping in the air to land on them.
Occultic Properties:
-None
Durability: 10/25
Agility: 20/25
Strength: 15/25
Special Properties:
-Climbing: They seem incapable of climbing trees
-Separation: Lone Luath seem to be more fearful and less likely to attack, much more likely to flee.
-Imprint: Much like other reptiles if a human is the first thing it sees when hatching it will imprint on that human
-Calls: Like dolphins Luath have unique calls they give to each other for signaling, dead silence after hearing a call is a sign that they are close
Weaknesses:
-Bullets: They wound and can kill if aim is fast enough
-Trees: They cannot climb trees
-Light: They seem to highly dislike fire or extremely bright light
Recommended Type and Category:
Reaver category 5
Name: Ribhinn
Description: 4-10 sentence description talking of the monster and it's capabilities. As well as notes on it's behavior.
These small lizard plant blends of creatures are pale when they are not actively blending in with their surroundings. Much like a cuttlefish they are capable of matching the textures and colors of the area they are in making them incredibly hard to study. They seem to be omnivores and a bite from them is actually extremely deadly. They are curious creatures and seem to not want to attack anything extremely larger then them until they are threatened. They are typically found in pairs or small groups of 4. It seems they hunt very similarly to a komodo dragon when they do chose to hunt. Often they will eat fruit meat only being something they go for when it is the only option left or easy. Other then that, not much is known of these creatures.
Average Size:
-Length of 2-3 ft with females being larger then males
Weapons:
-Claws: While they have claws they seem more equipped for navigating the terrain
-Teeth: Getting bitten by one is not pleasant when it comes to their teeth. They are very sharp and while they will not rip down to the bone with them they will give a rather nasty wound.
-Venom: Their saliva is filled with harmful bacteria which is the main reason their bite is unpleasant. Their saliva matches that of a komodo dragon.
Occultic Properties:
-It is uncertain if their cuttlefish like abilities are occultic or not
Durability: 4/25
Agility: 10/25
Strength: 5/25
Special Properties:
-Camouflage: Matching a cuttlefish they can blend with their surroundings seamlessly
-Saliva/venom: Matches a komodo dragon
-Strength: For being small they are able to take down creatures far larger then them if they hunt actively
Weaknesses:
-Skin: Arrows and bullets can both damage it if you can find it
-Small: It is small enough that this creature could be lifted and carried
Recommended Type and Category:
-Reaver category 2
Name: Milis
Description:
This large strange looking creature seems completely docile and rather...unintelligent. They are complete herbivores and more likely to run away from anything remotely threatening then stay long enough to find out what it is. Some of the braver ones may be curious enough to see what something is, but if too spooky it will run away at top speed. Their hides are tougher then a deer, but not by much, any creature with claws can take these out with ease. Often they are found in large herds of 10+ or occasionally solitary if they were separated. Males often have larger tusks And being that these creatures have rabbit like teeth they tend to chew on trees.
Average Size:
-6-9 feet with males being larger.
Weapons: Brief summary of the weapons and attacks the monster has such as sharp claws, sharp teeth, crushing strength, etc.
-They are quite strong and can easily shove something out of the way and their kick would be quite unpleasent
-Tusks: The elongates canine like tusks can deal a lot of damage if they are unable to flee and scared.
-Tail: They may also tail whip something
Occultic Properties:
-none
Durability: 4/25
Agility: 6/25
Strength: 10/25
Special Properties:
-They would make very good pack animals if some were caught.
Weaknesses:
-Anything that can take out a deer can basically take this out pretty well.
Recommended Type and Category:
Breaker category 1
Name: Gliocas
Description:
These creatures seem to be a mix of several different animals. They are typically solitary or in pairs and incredibly intelligent. They seem fairly uninterested in humans though some have been seen to hold almost a bored curiosity. They do not respond well to any indication of threats and do not like being cornered or restrained. They seem able to understand speech with ease and able to mimic simple words. Occasionally some have been known to follow individuals around that they particularly favor as long as they are not disturbed. They are omnivores much like bears and known to hibernate. Females seem to have black ear feathers while males have an array of more vibrant ear feather coloration much like birds.
Average size:
9 ft (when standing on hind legs) 3 ft (all fours)
males and females seem to get to the same size.
Weapons: Brief summary of the weapons and attacks the monster has such as sharp claws, sharp teeth, crushing strength, etc.
-Claws: Much like bears they hold strong claws that can leave unpleasant wounds
-Teeth: They have small cat like mouths, but can bite pretty hard
-Owl head: They are able to turn their head completely around to look at something behind them
-Hearing: They seem to have incredible hearing
-Strength: They are easily able to throw multiple humans with a swipe of their paws or a toss of their horned heads
-Horns: Resembling front ward facing water buffalo horns they are quite durable and can gouge should one of these creatures choose to harm something with them. Males seem to lock horns and head butt much like a ram during mating season.
Occultic Properties:
-Shriek: Able to let out a high pitched shriek that ruptures ear drums and sometimes if they are angry enough kill
-Mimic: They are known to mimic simple words, but occasionally can mimic the exact sound of a voice
-Telepathic: This has yet to be observed but they can communicate telepathically in a clear voice that the listener finds soothing, this paired with shriek may be the cause for some deaths.
Durability: 9/25
Agility: 5/25
Strength: 15/25
Special Properties:
If undisturbed they may try to protect individuals they particularly like. Much like a docile bear if fed they seem to favor whomever fed them.
Weaknesses:
-Hide: While they have a very thick bear like coat they are not immune to bullets
-Corner: When cornered they seem to go from intelligent to blind rage causing them to make more mistakes
-Sensory deprive: When they have no access to any of their sense they seem to stop functioning.
Recommended Type and Category:
Occultic category 3
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The crackling voice came through the speakers as the two looked into the screen, it flickers a few times before the man glanced up into the small room on the other side of the glass. A man of high rank cleared his throat while he stared at the patient as the woman in a white coat sighed.
"Are you sure Commander? Last time we attempted to interview him it ended with two nurses in the hospital and one in critical condition."
"I'd prefer to use one of our own but he comes highly recommended by one of our captains. The man is competent enough to make rational decisions so his judgement is something I hold to high value. If need be I can call for him.”
“No that won’t be necessary. However, I would ask that you post two of your own guards in there as well as a nurse in case things escalate.” She let out a nervous chuckle before turning back to the one-way mirror as a chair collided with the glass, causing her to reel back in shock as she seemed to meet his crazed gaze.
”PUNTA, HEY!! DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT ME, LIKE I’M NOT HERE, EH? THE ONLY REASON THAT PENDEJO ISN’T DEAD IS BECAUSE I LIKED HIM AND HE SHOWED ME RESPECT UNLIKE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The offensive language projected from the speakers was only enhanced by the muffled yells coming from behind the enclosed room. The doctor bit her bottom lip as she glanced over to the esteemed commander whose eyes simply narrowed.
”And don’t think I can’t see your judgmental eyes boring into my soul. I’m not the one who is evil here. I’m not the one who’s crazy.” He smirked, his eyes squinting in delight as he smiled, his tongue stuck out in defiance.
“Two guards Dr. Wilde...Fair enough. I’ll have them up here momentarily.” He nodded before turning to his runner and whispering a few things to him before taking off to complete his errands.
It was a few moments later that the runner returned with two guards before speaking up.
“Commander, he’s on his way.”
“Thank you private.” The doctor looked confused.
“Whose on their way?”
“Commander Jake of KV-74. It’s only natural that he is to see-” Something caused the commander to turn towards the glass as he felt eyes on him and as he turned he flinched, the crazed man grinning wide.
”Jake, commander Jake? You mean the one who fucked the mosey on-” The commander’s eyes widened slightly as confidential information was leaked over the recorder, prompting him to stomp said recordings for a moment. Mouth gaped was the only thing the commander showed as a sign of bewilderment.
Time passed and soon the doctor made her way into the room, her heels echoing across the ground before the echoing stopped thanks to the sound reduction material within the room. She gave the man a quick smile before sitting down. The two guards posted up by the door and the nurse in the other corner.
“Today is March 16th, 2353. I am preparing to interview Patient-”
”Patient Uno-Uno-Tres-Nueve-Cincoooooochooo-Cero….dash L 114.” She gulped.
“Ranger Salvador Vargaas”
”Ranger Salvador Vargaas...A name I haven’t heard in a looong time amiga.” He smirked, cockiness in his voice. She cleared her voice.
“What is your name?” He leaned into the microphone. Licking his lips he spoke.
”My name is Jehoviah and I am here to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ. I had booklets with me about the good word but you took them.
“What is your name please?”
”My name is Please, last name Can I Have some food?”
“For the sake of the interview-”
“Former Ranger Salvador Vargaas”
“Are you loyal to Humanity?”
“Whose Humanity? Never heard of him..” She looked back at the mirror with a deadpan look.
“Mr. Vargaas-”
”Don’t….Don’t call me Mr. Vargaas. Don’t call me Salvador. I lost those names when you brought me into this wonderful facility. I became patient 1139580-L114 aka “Prophet”-”
“That was a self-proclaimed title you gave yourse-” A bang of the table as the guards stepped forward as he leaned over the table, spit flying.
”I’M NOT SELF PROCLAIMED! I HAVE SEEN THE EYES OF THE LORD AND HIS VOICE WITH MY OWN EARS. I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THOSE BEYOND AND HAVE SEEN THINGS ON AN ASTROLOGICAL SCALE THAT HUMANS COULD NOT FATHOM IN THEIR WRETCHED MORTAL LIVES! I AM A MESSIAH, THE PROPHET, WHO HAS COME TO SPEAK OF REVELATIONS, AND THE HOPE THERE IS FOR US IN THE END...Sorry I-I-I just don’t like being lied to chica. ” The anger in his eyes mellowed out into a soft warm welcome.
“How would you describe your mental state?”
”Open…”
“Open?”
”And you say in your talks with Sam that I don’t listen...Yes...Open”
“Can you clarify?”
”Feeble minded mentalities amongst Homo Sapiens is the conclusion that explains why annihilation of humanity is the inevitable...Ever since, well, classified, when I classified with classified, I was brought to a new light, my third eye was open wide and has become my new sight. I hear things that others don’t, I see things that the naked eye cannot. Voices tell me-”
“Voices…” He nodded.
”Si, voices…”
“Voices of who?” He paused.
”God...Do you believe in God, Dr. Wilde?” His voice sounded amused as his head cocked to the side with a smug look.
“I’m-I’m sorry? I don’t follow.” A grin.
”When you hear the stories of others who had made expeditions out-” He gestured with his head towards what he assumed was the west gate exiting Anselmo.
”There. Do you think that god protects them? Do you think that Jesus Christ really was our savior? After hearing their stories, listening to their heart wrenching tales and the trembling voices that God really is watching over them? Or is it simply the hand of the devil with the help of the Grim Reaper..” His smile slowly turned to a thin line as his eyes seemed to darken despite the well lit room. She had seen this look before on the criminally insane, but this seemed...different.
”Jesus was a lie, the trinity is a lie...” There was about a minute or two of uneasy silence. She looked back to the mirror for the hopes the general would stop this interview.
”But to answer your question...I think I'm fine.” He gave a warm smile, sending chills along her arms.
“Are you willing to volunteer for an expedition again?”
”Considering I come highly recommended by the officer who supposedly leads this team then I would assume so...Or is it more or less I have no say?” She said nothing. The silence answering the question for him to which he began to chuckle, chuckling in to laughter and soon he smacked the table again, letting out a ”WOOOO AHAHAHAHA heeh me jodas..I fucking knew it hermano! Should never have accepted that invitation.”
The general remained quite in the other room. As his eyes seemed to meet Salvador’s own, instinctually flipped off by the former ranger.
”Lo has jodido hermano! Bout to fuck this shit up! Ahahahahehehehe.” She remained quite.
“Will you act in such a capacity to protect the members of your team?” He glanced over at her and sighed but remained quite.
“Salva-” He shot her look to which she flinched.
”Prophet..”
“I’m sorry?”
”Call me….Prophet.” He nodded as he looked up to nothing with a satisfied look. She cleared her throat.
“Ok...Prophet, will you act in su-” He shrugged.
”Depends-”
“Depends on wha-”
”Depends on whether or not they listen to me. When I tell them to move, they move, where I tell them to camp, them camp where I said. I may not be a leader, but I have...intuition. I’ve spent a fair amount of time out there in the hellscape to know what to look out for and where to go to avoid it.”
“I don’t know if that can be guaranteed.” He crossed his arms.
”Then I make no promises.”
“You won’t have a choi-please back away..” He was now in her face, his eyes beyond the thousand yard stare. They bore into her like daggers as the guards stepped forward, the nurse preparing a dose of sedative. His voice was cold, sinister, as if the devil himself was whispering into her ear. Low enough it was considered inaudible by the microphone.
”You can tell me what to do in here all you want but when it comes to out there, it’s every man for themselves and if that means the whole squad perishes in a gore-fest then it will happen without hesitation and zero remorse if it means I return alive. I’m not out there to protect what you consider humanity, I’m out there to survive. I have done things that would place me in the codex and have seen things that would shatter your fucking soul. If you think for a split second will conform and trust to these greenhorns with my fucking life, you’re out of your fucking mind. Thi-” In a moment he was slammed back in his chair by the two guards and just before the nurse injected him she haulted him in their tracks, telling them this was almost over. Through a trembling voice she began to speak.
“T-The interview i-is almost ove-over. Last question. Will you control your… mental condition if the situation worsens?” He grinned, once again sending chills down her back.
”You can’t control what isn’t broken…”
“With the interview concluded I deem you unfit for service and find your mental capacity to be equivalent to that of the clinically insane.” He began to laugh, hard, loud and with a slight macabre to it. Before he smiled at her.
Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change. A instructor of mine told me this once. I dunno, I thought he were bullshitting me, but he was right cause...everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing... over and over and over and over again thinking 'this time is gonna be different' no, no, no please... This time is gonna be different, I'm sorry, I don't like... The way- QUIT FUCKING STARING AT ME LIKE THAT PUTA OR I SWEAR I WILL FLAY THE SKIN OFF YOUR BONES LIKE A FUCKING TROUT AND -” With an audible thud he was on the ground, pinned by the guards and sedated by the nurse, Salvador’s muffled and fading threats slowly unheard on the audio. The doctor was against the glass, holding herself in what only could be described as a standing fetal position. She turned to the mirror with scared, tearfilled eyes towards what she hoped was the general as a silent cry for help.
On the other side of the mirror rested two people. One of rank and one with a choice, though given the current display that was shown he knew there was only one option. Those voices, that will to survive, it was all… wrong. Though the general had but one choice, “He’s on the team. But I tell this this Cross. He’s already dead, so if it comes to it you put him down.”
From there Cross could only nod in agreement. He didn’t want to, but orders were made. From there it was a simple matter to leave and be grateful he was out of sight of this Wild Man. Though there were so many questions that still needed to be answered. With that in mind he consigned himself to the makeshift office he was given and booted up his terminal, ready to find out the truth behind this Salvador Vargaas.
Added his backstory in. Form is of an interview. If any more information is needed please lemme know.
"Hellooooooo! Heheheheh....ECHO! Echo! Echo! EchoEchoechoechoechoechohohohohehehehahaha...Seriously though, can I get some food or something to drink esse..."
The crackling voice came through the speakers as the two looked into the screen, it flickers a few times before the man glanced up into the small room on the other side of the glass. A man of high rank cleared his throat while he stared at the patient as the woman in a white coat sighed.
"Are you sure Commander? Last time we attempted to interview him it ended with two nurses in the hospital and one in critical condition."
"I'd prefer to use one of our own but he comes highly recommended by one of our captains. The man is competent enough to make rational decisions so his judgement is something I hold to high value. If need be I can call for him.”
“No that won’t be necessary. However, I would ask that you post two of your own guards in there as well as a nurse in case things escalate.” She let out a nervous chuckle before turning back to the one-way mirror as a chair collided with the glass, causing her to reel back in shock as she seemed to meet his crazed gaze.
”PUNTA, HEY!! DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT ME, LIKE I’M NOT HERE, EH? THE ONLY REASON THAT PENDEJO ISN’T DEAD IS BECAUSE I LIKED HIM AND HE SHOWED ME RESPECT UNLIKE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The offensive language projected from the speakers was only enhanced by the muffled yells coming from behind the enclosed room. The doctor bit her bottom lip as she glanced over to the esteemed commander whose eyes simply narrowed.
”And don’t think I can’t see your judgmental eyes boring into my soul. I’m not the one who is evil here. I’m not the one who’s crazy.” He smirked, his eyes squinting in delight as he smiled, his tongue stuck out in defiance.
“Two guards Dr. Wilde...Fair enough. I’ll have them up here momentarily.” He nodded before turning to his runner and whispering a few things to him before taking off to complete his errands.
It was a few moments later that the runner returned with two guards before speaking up.
“Commander, he’s on his way.”
“Thank you private.” The doctor looked confused.
“Whose on their way?”
“Commander Jake of KV-74. It’s only natural that he is to see-” Something caused the commander to turn towards the glass as he felt eyes on him and as he turned he flinched, the crazed man grinning wide.
”Jake, commander Jake? You mean the one who fucked the mosey on-” The commander’s eyes widened slightly as confidential information was leaked over the recorder, prompting him to stomp said recordings for a moment. Mouth gaped was the only thing the commander showed as a sign of bewilderment.
Time passed and soon the doctor made her way into the room, her heels echoing across the ground before the echoing stopped thanks to the sound reduction material within the room. She gave the man a quick smile before sitting down. The two guards posted up by the door and the nurse in the other corner.
“Today is March 16th, 2353. I am preparing to interview Patient-”
”Patient Uno-Uno-Tres-Nueve-Cincoooooochooo-Cero….dash L 114.” She gulped.
“Ranger Salvador Vargaas”
”Ranger Salvador Vargaas...A name I haven’t heard in a looong time amiga.” He smirked, cockiness in his voice. She cleared her voice.
“What is your name?” He leaned into the microphone. Licking his lips he spoke.
”My name is Jehoviah and I am here to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ. I had booklets with me about the good word but you took them.
“What is your name please?”
”My name is Please, last name Can I Have some food?”
“For the sake of the interview-”
“Former Ranger Salvador Vargaas”
“Are you loyal to Humanity?”
“Whose Humanity? Never heard of him..” She looked back at the mirror with a deadpan look.
“Mr. Vargaas-”
”Don’t….Don’t call me Mr. Vargaas. Don’t call me Salvador. I lost those names when you brought me into this wonderful facility. I became patient 1139580-L114 aka “Prophet”-”
“That was a self-proclaimed title you gave yourse-” A bang of the table as the guards stepped forward as he leaned over the table, spit flying.
”I’M NOT SELF PROCLAIMED! I HAVE SEEN THE EYES OF THE LORD AND HIS VOICE WITH MY OWN EARS. I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THOSE BEYOND AND HAVE SEEN THINGS ON AN ASTROLOGICAL SCALE THAT HUMANS COULD NOT FATHOM IN THEIR WRETCHED MORTAL LIVES! I AM A MESSIAH, THE PROPHET, WHO HAS COME TO SPEAK OF REVELATIONS, AND THE HOPE THERE IS FOR US IN THE END...Sorry I-I-I just don’t like being lied to chica. ” The anger in his eyes mellowed out into a soft warm welcome.
“How would you describe your mental state?”
”Open…”
“Open?”
”And you say in your talks with Sam that I don’t listen...Yes...Open”
“Can you clarify?”
”Feeble minded mentalities amongst Homo Sapiens is the conclusion that explains why annihilation of humanity is the inevitable...Ever since, well, classified, when I classified with classified, I was brought to a new light, my third eye was open wide and has become my new sight. I hear things that others don’t, I see things that the naked eye cannot. Voices tell me-”
“Voices…” He nodded.
”Si, voices…”
“Voices of who?” He paused.
”God...Do you believe in God, Dr. Wilde?” His voice sounded amused as his head cocked to the side with a smug look.
“I’m-I’m sorry? I don’t follow.” A grin.
”When you hear the stories of others who had made expeditions out-” He gestured with his head towards what he assumed was the west gate exiting Anselmo.
”There. Do you think that god protects them? Do you think that Jesus Christ really was our savior? After hearing their stories, listening to their heart wrenching tales and the trembling voices that God really is watching over them? Or is it simply the hand of the devil with the help of the Grim Reaper..” His smile slowly turned to a thin line as his eyes seemed to darken despite the well lit room. She had seen this look before on the criminally insane, but this seemed...different.
”Jesus was a lie, the trinity is a lie...” There was about a minute or two of uneasy silence. She looked back to the mirror for the hopes the general would stop this interview.
”But to answer your question...I think I'm fine.” He gave a warm smile, sending chills along her arms.
“Are you willing to volunteer for an expedition again?”
”Considering I come highly recommended by the officer who supposedly leads this team then I would assume so...Or is it more or less I have no say?” She said nothing. The silence answering the question for him to which he began to chuckle, chuckling in to laughter and soon he smacked the table again, letting out a ”WOOOO AHAHAHAHA heeh me jodas..I fucking knew it hermano! Should never have accepted that invitation.”
The general remained quite in the other room. As his eyes seemed to meet Salvador’s own, instinctually flipped off by the former ranger.
”Lo has jodido hermano! Bout to fuck this shit up! Ahahahahehehehe.” She remained quite.
“Will you act in such a capacity to protect the members of your team?” He glanced over at her and sighed but remained quite.
“Salva-” He shot her look to which she flinched.
”Prophet..”
“I’m sorry?”
”Call me….Prophet.” He nodded as he looked up to nothing with a satisfied look. She cleared her throat.
“Ok...Prophet, will you act in su-” He shrugged.
”Depends-”
“Depends on wha-”
”Depends on whether or not they listen to me. When I tell them to move, they move, where I tell them to camp, them camp where I said. I may not be a leader, but I have...intuition. I’ve spent a fair amount of time out there in the hellscape to know what to look out for and where to go to avoid it.”
“I don’t know if that can be guaranteed.” He crossed his arms.
”Then I make no promises.”
“You won’t have a choi-please back away..” He was now in her face, his eyes beyond the thousand yard stare. They bore into her like daggers as the guards stepped forward, the nurse preparing a dose of sedative. His voice was cold, sinister, as if the devil himself was whispering into her ear. Low enough it was considered inaudible by the microphone.
”You can tell me what to do in here all you want but when it comes to out there, it’s every man for themselves and if that means the whole squad perishes in a gore-fest then it will happen without hesitation and zero remorse if it means I return alive. I’m not out there to protect what you consider humanity, I’m out there to survive. I have done things that would place me in the codex and have seen things that would shatter your fucking soul. If you think for a split second will conform and trust to these greenhorns with my fucking life, you’re out of your fucking mind. Thi-” In a moment he was slammed back in his chair by the two guards and just before the nurse injected him she haulted him in their tracks, telling them this was almost over. Through a trembling voice she began to speak.
“T-The interview i-is almost ove-over. Last question. Will you control your… mental condition if the situation worsens?” He grinned, once again sending chills down her back.
”You can’t control what isn’t broken…”
“With the interview concluded I deem you unfit for service and find your mental capacity to be equivalent to that of the clinically insane.” He began to laugh, hard, loud and with a slight macabre to it. Before he smiled at her.
Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change. A instructor of mine told me this once. I dunno, I thought he were bullshitting me, but he was right cause...everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing... over and over and over and over again thinking 'this time is gonna be different' no, no, no please... This time is gonna be different, I'm sorry, I don't like... The way- QUIT FUCKING STARING AT ME LIKE THAT PUTA OR I SWEAR I WILL FLAY THE SKIN OFF YOUR BONES LIKE A FUCKING TROUT AND -” With an audible thud he was on the ground, pinned by the guards and sedated by the nurse, Salvador’s muffled and fading threats slowly unheard on the audio. The doctor was against the glass, holding herself in what only could be described as a standing fetal position. She turned to the mirror with scared, tearfilled eyes towards what she hoped was the general as a silent cry for help.
On the other side of the mirror rested two people. One of rank and one with a choice, though given the current display that was shown he knew there was only one option. Those voices, that will to survive, it was all… wrong. Though the general had but one choice, “He’s on the team. But I tell this this Cross. He’s already dead, so if it comes to it you put him down.”
From there Cross could only nod in agreement. He didn’t want to, but orders were made. From there it was a simple matter to leave and be grateful he was out of sight of this Wild Man. Though there were so many questions that still needed to be answered. With that in mind he consigned himself to the makeshift office he was given and booted up his terminal, ready to find out the truth behind this Salvador Vargaas.
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>searching databases…….
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>recovering files……….
>Access to Personnel File: Vargaas, Salvador
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>recovering files……….
>Access to Personnel File: Vargaas, Salvador
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>Name: Cpl. Vargaas, Salvador
>Age: 34
>Physicality:
>Height: 5’9”
>Weight: 145lbs
>Status: Cognitive functions above average...vitals excellent
>Address: Cannot be found
>Current Address: 3056 Kiligan Drive (Anselmo Rehabilitation Center)
>Role: Ranger (Former)
>Training:
>Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement (Degree in the Occult)
>Anselmo Basic Combat Training
>Anselmo Basic Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Basic Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Basic Firearms Training
>Anselmo Basic Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Combat Specialist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Advanced Firearms Training
>Other Training Programs have been ordered Filed 13
>Equipment:
>Standard Ranger pack with essential survival equipment
>IWI Tavor SAR (Modifications made by Anselmo Licensed Gunsmith J.P Case)...
>Modifications: spring system barrel...weighted fore grip...chamber modified to fire .308...built in suppressor and night system kit
>Jacobs&Co 880C "Retort" .45acp
>Standard Issue Survival Knife
>Hoffman&Works "Deft Edge" Hunting Knife
>Extra Pack of Ranger Anti-Fatigue Medication
>Further Information on Cpl. Vargaas Salvador has been ordered Filed 13.
>Accessing IPE
>Recovering Files
>Name: Cpl. Vargaas, Salvador
>Age: 34
>Physicality:
>Height: 5’9”
>Weight: 145lbs
>Status: Cognitive functions above average...vitals excellent
>Address: Cannot be found
>Current Address: 3056 Kiligan Drive (Anselmo Rehabilitation Center)
>Role: Ranger (Former)
>Training:
>Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement (Degree in the Occult)
>Anselmo Basic Combat Training
>Anselmo Basic Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Basic Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Basic Firearms Training
>Anselmo Basic Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Combat Specialist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Survivalist Training
>Anselmo Advanced Navigation Training
>Anselmo Advanced Hand-to-Hand Training
>Anselmo Advanced Firearms Training
>Other Training Programs have been ordered Filed 13
>Equipment:
>Standard Ranger pack with essential survival equipment
>IWI Tavor SAR (Modifications made by Anselmo Licensed Gunsmith J.P Case)...
>Modifications: spring system barrel...weighted fore grip...chamber modified to fire .308...built in suppressor and night system kit
>Jacobs&Co 880C "Retort" .45acp
>Standard Issue Survival Knife
>Hoffman&Works "Deft Edge" Hunting Knife
>Extra Pack of Ranger Anti-Fatigue Medication
>Further Information on Cpl. Vargaas Salvador has been ordered Filed 13.
>Accessing IPE
>Interviewer: "Good Morning Mr. Vargaas."
>Vargass: "Good morning senorita! How are you?"
>Interviewer: "I'm doing quite well thank you. So, my name is ________ _____ and I will be conducting the IPE, or Initial Psychological Evaluation. We give this test to all of our new recruits in order to study the psychological effects of the outside world within the wild. First however, we need to get an idea of who you are, where you came from and so on. Are you willing and in able enough to allow us to touch on these subjects?"
>Vargaas: "Yeah...Sure. I mean, if its to help research that's fine." *Chuckle*
>Interviewer: "Excellent, so for starters lets start with your background. So tell me a little bit about yourself."
>Vargaas: *Sigh* "So, where to begin..." *hand clap* "Ah...So, I grew up in the Spanish section of Anselmo, many call it "Little Mexico" or "Neo-Mexico"...I called it dangerous, you know. I do want to point out though that yeah, it has a large Mexican population but the remnants of the Spanish, Portuguese, Venezuelan and many others still are around."
>Interviewer: "We'll take note." *chuckle*
>Vargaas: "Anyway, I grew up on 2340 Spire St. and Hallow Blvd, a small apartment complex with mi familia of about 9. It was me, my father, my mother, my two sisters, three brothers, y mi abuela. My father worked as a carpenter and handyman, taking up a variety of jobs other than as maintenance within the complex and my mother worked at a restaurant waiting tables. Long hours. Looooooong hours. My father would get home late. One, two, three o'clock in the morning and sleep for a few hours before starting again around six."
>Interviewer: "So one can assume you didn't really have a father figure?"
>Vargaas: "When I look back at it I...I can see what you mean but he still made time. During Christmas, New Years, Thanksgiving and Easter, aside from Cinco de Miao or Dia del Muerta."
>Interviewer: "So your family was big into the holidays."
>Vargaas: "Ehh...Christmas, thanksgiving and Easter yeah. The other ones were more or less an excuse for my father to take off. He usually only took off if it was an emergency...Or if we got in trouble."
>Interviewer: "Who? You and your siblings?"
>Vargaas: "We weren't the ones that started most of the fights. It usually were the wannabe thugs and punks of the neighborhood who tried picking fights and not just with the other gangs. It felt like every other day guardians and whatnot would be down the street, asking for information on the latest shootings or of any known gang members..."
>Interviewer: "Must have been hard looking over your shoulder every now and then."
>Vargaas: "Not really, eventually you become accustom to it. Desensitized to the violence. You just learn to keep your head down and stay quiet."
>Interviewer: "Now you mentioned earlier that your father would take off for holidays or if you or your siblings got in trouble?"
>Vargaas: *Laughs* "Yeah. Heh. If you were sitting around the house and Pop walked in out of the blue, not saying a word..." *whistles* "Somebody bout to get beat."
>Interviewer: "So there was physical abu-" *Inaudible noise*
>Vargaas: "Hold on hold on. Waaaaiiiit wait wait wait. To a lot of people, that's what it sounded like. But no, a lot of us, even outside the Vargaas family gets the same treatment. Hell, I remember Bolanos, our next door neighbor smacked me upside the head when I didn't take my shoes off when entering her house. For being as old as she was she....She could hit." *chuckles* But that entire complex had a family mentality. We shared things, celebrated together, hell, we even held parties for each other. But digressing from the original question...We weren't exactly, y'know, the best children."
>Interviewer: "Did you get in trouble with the law?"
>Vargaas: "I'm not at liberty to discu-"
>Interviewer: "I do want to let you know that anything said here is under the patient confidentiality law and will remain so unless you discuss harming yourself, in other words, suicide, or if you talk about harming someone else."
>Vargaas: "Murder..."
>Interviewer: "Exactly" *chuckles*
>Vargaas: "The only person I would even think about killing is the one who came up with the idea of college debt..." *Chuckles* "Oh sorry. Thought that was kinda funny. You have to admit that was - yeaaahhh I saw that smirk."
>Interviewer "Mr.Vargaas.."
>Vargaas: "Sorry sorry. Anyway...Yeah I have. Shoplifting a few stands here and there and an occasional breaking and entering but nothing that would threaten the lives of others. It was mostly just me being a little punk. I've been chased down by police but rarely got caught by them or at least seen by them. By my late teens I knew the ins and outs of that area."
>Interviewer: "Well how about before joining the Rangers?"
>Vargaas: "Well, I went to the Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement. I took up a mastery in the occult with a bit of dribble into monsters biology, although I prefer to call it Xenology."
>Iinterviewer: "Xenology?"
>Vargaas: "Yeah, Xenology, study of something foreign. I mean, xenobeastology is a bit much to say and frankly doesn't roll off the tongue."
>Audio missing...30 minutes
>Interviewer: "I can see the appeal. Anyway I have a few questions to ask you before we let you go. So the first one: Are you loyal to Humanity."
>Vargaas: "Yes..."
>Interviewer: "How would you describe your mental state?"
>Vargaas: "Pretty normal I suppose. I don't hear voices nor do I find myself talking to thin air. Sane would best describe me."
>Interviewer: Are you willing to volunteer for an expedition?
>Vargaas: "When you signed up for the Rangers I thought that was expecte - sorry - yes..."
>Interviewer: "Alright last question: Will you act in such a capacity to protect the members of your team?”
>Vargaas: "I'll do what it takes to make sure they all come back, even if I don't. If I have to die out there so others can return to their families, so be it."
>Interviewer: "Excellent Mr. Vargaas. That is all we need for the baseline. Thank you. You can send the next person in. Uhhhh....I believe its Mr. Reed? Red? Just send the next person closest to the lobby door." *Inaudible Sounds*
>Interveiwer: "This is Dr. _____ finalizing the IPE for Vargaas, Salvador, Patient 1139580-L114. I find him to be adequate and mentally fit for duty. After returning from first tour, Patient 1139580-L114 is to re-evaluated for further assignment. Signing out of log number 43823-99820-373-1. *Door Opens* "Mr. Reed, thank you for coming, please sit down. So-" *Inaudible noises*
>Vargass: "Good morning senorita! How are you?"
>Interviewer: "I'm doing quite well thank you. So, my name is ________ _____ and I will be conducting the IPE, or Initial Psychological Evaluation. We give this test to all of our new recruits in order to study the psychological effects of the outside world within the wild. First however, we need to get an idea of who you are, where you came from and so on. Are you willing and in able enough to allow us to touch on these subjects?"
>Vargaas: "Yeah...Sure. I mean, if its to help research that's fine." *Chuckle*
>Interviewer: "Excellent, so for starters lets start with your background. So tell me a little bit about yourself."
>Vargaas: *Sigh* "So, where to begin..." *hand clap* "Ah...So, I grew up in the Spanish section of Anselmo, many call it "Little Mexico" or "Neo-Mexico"...I called it dangerous, you know. I do want to point out though that yeah, it has a large Mexican population but the remnants of the Spanish, Portuguese, Venezuelan and many others still are around."
>Interviewer: "We'll take note." *chuckle*
>Vargaas: "Anyway, I grew up on 2340 Spire St. and Hallow Blvd, a small apartment complex with mi familia of about 9. It was me, my father, my mother, my two sisters, three brothers, y mi abuela. My father worked as a carpenter and handyman, taking up a variety of jobs other than as maintenance within the complex and my mother worked at a restaurant waiting tables. Long hours. Looooooong hours. My father would get home late. One, two, three o'clock in the morning and sleep for a few hours before starting again around six."
>Interviewer: "So one can assume you didn't really have a father figure?"
>Vargaas: "When I look back at it I...I can see what you mean but he still made time. During Christmas, New Years, Thanksgiving and Easter, aside from Cinco de Miao or Dia del Muerta."
>Interviewer: "So your family was big into the holidays."
>Vargaas: "Ehh...Christmas, thanksgiving and Easter yeah. The other ones were more or less an excuse for my father to take off. He usually only took off if it was an emergency...Or if we got in trouble."
>Interviewer: "Who? You and your siblings?"
>Vargaas: "We weren't the ones that started most of the fights. It usually were the wannabe thugs and punks of the neighborhood who tried picking fights and not just with the other gangs. It felt like every other day guardians and whatnot would be down the street, asking for information on the latest shootings or of any known gang members..."
>Interviewer: "Must have been hard looking over your shoulder every now and then."
>Vargaas: "Not really, eventually you become accustom to it. Desensitized to the violence. You just learn to keep your head down and stay quiet."
>Interviewer: "Now you mentioned earlier that your father would take off for holidays or if you or your siblings got in trouble?"
>Vargaas: *Laughs* "Yeah. Heh. If you were sitting around the house and Pop walked in out of the blue, not saying a word..." *whistles* "Somebody bout to get beat."
>Interviewer: "So there was physical abu-" *Inaudible noise*
>Vargaas: "Hold on hold on. Waaaaiiiit wait wait wait. To a lot of people, that's what it sounded like. But no, a lot of us, even outside the Vargaas family gets the same treatment. Hell, I remember Bolanos, our next door neighbor smacked me upside the head when I didn't take my shoes off when entering her house. For being as old as she was she....She could hit." *chuckles* But that entire complex had a family mentality. We shared things, celebrated together, hell, we even held parties for each other. But digressing from the original question...We weren't exactly, y'know, the best children."
>Interviewer: "Did you get in trouble with the law?"
>Vargaas: "I'm not at liberty to discu-"
>Interviewer: "I do want to let you know that anything said here is under the patient confidentiality law and will remain so unless you discuss harming yourself, in other words, suicide, or if you talk about harming someone else."
>Vargaas: "Murder..."
>Interviewer: "Exactly" *chuckles*
>Vargaas: "The only person I would even think about killing is the one who came up with the idea of college debt..." *Chuckles* "Oh sorry. Thought that was kinda funny. You have to admit that was - yeaaahhh I saw that smirk."
>Interviewer "Mr.Vargaas.."
>Vargaas: "Sorry sorry. Anyway...Yeah I have. Shoplifting a few stands here and there and an occasional breaking and entering but nothing that would threaten the lives of others. It was mostly just me being a little punk. I've been chased down by police but rarely got caught by them or at least seen by them. By my late teens I knew the ins and outs of that area."
>Interviewer: "Well how about before joining the Rangers?"
>Vargaas: "Well, I went to the Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement. I took up a mastery in the occult with a bit of dribble into monsters biology, although I prefer to call it Xenology."
>Iinterviewer: "Xenology?"
>Vargaas: "Yeah, Xenology, study of something foreign. I mean, xenobeastology is a bit much to say and frankly doesn't roll off the tongue."
>Audio missing...30 minutes
>Interviewer: "I can see the appeal. Anyway I have a few questions to ask you before we let you go. So the first one: Are you loyal to Humanity."
>Vargaas: "Yes..."
>Interviewer: "How would you describe your mental state?"
>Vargaas: "Pretty normal I suppose. I don't hear voices nor do I find myself talking to thin air. Sane would best describe me."
>Interviewer: Are you willing to volunteer for an expedition?
>Vargaas: "When you signed up for the Rangers I thought that was expecte - sorry - yes..."
>Interviewer: "Alright last question: Will you act in such a capacity to protect the members of your team?”
>Vargaas: "I'll do what it takes to make sure they all come back, even if I don't. If I have to die out there so others can return to their families, so be it."
>Interviewer: "Excellent Mr. Vargaas. That is all we need for the baseline. Thank you. You can send the next person in. Uhhhh....I believe its Mr. Reed? Red? Just send the next person closest to the lobby door." *Inaudible Sounds*
>Interveiwer: "This is Dr. _____ finalizing the IPE for Vargaas, Salvador, Patient 1139580-L114. I find him to be adequate and mentally fit for duty. After returning from first tour, Patient 1139580-L114 is to re-evaluated for further assignment. Signing out of log number 43823-99820-373-1. *Door Opens* "Mr. Reed, thank you for coming, please sit down. So-" *Inaudible noises*
Added his backstory in. Form is of an interview. If any more information is needed please lemme know.
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Deos Morran I am the Adorable!
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Done and accepted please move 'em on over! Similarly RP is now closed people!
I am going to get to work on the intro post and with a little bit of luck we'll be ready to go before the sun sets!
I am going to get to work on the intro post and with a little bit of luck we'll be ready to go before the sun sets!
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Cool. I'll get a post up tonight. And Callum into the char tab.
Sorry!
Sorry!
Forgot I had this done an never posted it. Feel free to put this 3 or 4.
Name: Skel 5S
Description: Unknown how they came to be these are the spawn of Skel 5C. They range from small traveling groups of 10 to cave nests of over 100. They are significantly smaller than Skel 5C, and can be more dangerous. They attack in numbers and can’t cobtrol their venom outtake, which may give you less time to find an antidote. They don’t have the bioluminescent property their parent did, and are more of a yellow in color. They have a significantly weaker exoskeleton but move faster.
Average Size: 4-10 Meters
Weapons: Sharp, venemous teeth and spear-like legs.
Occultic Properties: No Occultic Properties Discovered.
Durability: 12
Agility: 17
Strength: 11
Special Properties: 5S being more nimble than their larger counter part don’t have to put as much strength into lifting themselves up. Therefore they can climb and surface they can get their claws into.
Weaknesses: They attack quick, but they are inaccurate. Their armored exoskeleton is looser than that of 5C and therefore the joints in between connected plates are weaker and show more of their exoskeleton.
Recommended Type and Category: Swarm, Category 3/4
Description: Unknown how they came to be these are the spawn of Skel 5C. They range from small traveling groups of 10 to cave nests of over 100. They are significantly smaller than Skel 5C, and can be more dangerous. They attack in numbers and can’t cobtrol their venom outtake, which may give you less time to find an antidote. They don’t have the bioluminescent property their parent did, and are more of a yellow in color. They have a significantly weaker exoskeleton but move faster.
Average Size: 4-10 Meters
Weapons: Sharp, venemous teeth and spear-like legs.
Occultic Properties: No Occultic Properties Discovered.
Durability: 12
Agility: 17
Strength: 11
Special Properties: 5S being more nimble than their larger counter part don’t have to put as much strength into lifting themselves up. Therefore they can climb and surface they can get their claws into.
Weaknesses: They attack quick, but they are inaccurate. Their armored exoskeleton is looser than that of 5C and therefore the joints in between connected plates are weaker and show more of their exoskeleton.
Recommended Type and Category: Swarm, Category 3/4
Are they up in the treehouse, or are they all staged down on the ground?
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Ah okay, I missed that.
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