I've decided that I'm going to be relegating Director Anderson to NPC, and bringing back an old favorite, who is just what this game needs right now...
Just a refresher for those of you who may not remember.
Screen Name:Nitemare Shape Character you have created:Forsaken Alias: none Speech Color: N/A Character Alignment: Villain Identity: Secret Character Personality: Cold and calculating, Forsaken by nature is always cool and calm, yet just under the surface boils an undeniable anger. He expects the very best from those who serve under him, and nothing less will suffice. He uses his intimidating stature to coerce people into doing what he wants, yet is not afraid to get his hands dirty, in fact, he rather relishes the chance to take someone's life. Believes in victory through overwhelming force, will use anything at his disposal to completely overpower a foe. Does have a desire to rule over the weak, and is willing do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals.
Uniform/Costume: See Below
Origin Info/Details:The man known only as Forsaken wasn't always a bad guy, like everyone else, he was simply trying to make his way in the world. But that all changed when a secret society known only as The Coven chose to use him as their pawn in what they felt was an inevitable war. Looking to create the perfect weapon, The Coven abducted him, genetically altering him and giving him powers that he could not even imagine. Although the experiments were for the most part a success, while he did become proficient with his new found power and became masterful fighter, able to hold his own with the best that the Coven had to offer, the toll that the experiments took on his body as well as his mind were quite unfortunate, though not entirely unexpected. He was severely deformed, and as a result, he chose to hide those deformities behind a mask. His mind was also fractured, and for several years suffered hallucinations that could only be described as living nightmares. Because of this, he was locked away in a sensory deprivation chamber which essentially held him in a form of suspended animation. However, he was strong willed and was able to overcome his psychosis during his imprisonment. At first he was embittered by his circumstances and felt the need to get retribution. However, eventually he came to the realization that the best way to take his revenge was by taking control of The Coven, and using it for his own ends. He developed a plan, and knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be implementing it. Eventually, the man now known only as Forsaken was able to escape from his confines, and immediately went to work in exacting his revenge. He was able to hunt down and exterminate the leadership of The Coven. When they were dead, he gave the remaining Coven members a choice- Join him, or die. With an army of his own, Forsaken reorganized The Coven into the mysterious organization known only by a few as The Crimson Talon. From there he returned to his ancestral homeland of Charonia, where he and the Crimson Talon took control of the small nation. After assassinating the Charonian Prime Minister and executing the nation's Senate, he alone was left to rule the country, as well as it's vast reserve of the volatile and rare metal Chromanium.
Power Level: World
Powers: Enhanced strength and agility. Telekinesis (able to move objects with his mind, even able to mimic flight with this ability), Pyrokinesis,energy reflection has shown traces of psychic ability, and is able to withstand high amounts of damage.
Attributes
Strength Level: undisclosed
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 10x's normal human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours
Agility: 10x's normal human
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Large
Weaknesses: Can be distracted and lose focus.In the heat of battle he can sometimes allow his anger to overwhelm him and lose control. Also can be arrogant and can underestimate his foes. And though he is able to withstand high amounts of damage, he is not invulnerable and is able to be wounded, and even killed.
Supporting Characters:
Allura- High ranking member of the Crimson Talon, consort to Forsaken. One of the inner circle of the Crimson Talon Shani- One of Forsaken's most trusted associates. Beautiful and deadly, one of the world's elite assassins Omnus- The general of Forsaken's vast army. Possesses tactical expertise that is unmatched. Because of this uncanny knack for strategy and knowing his enemy, some of those under his command have come to believe that his abilities are of a supernatural variety. One of the inner circle of the Crimson Talon. Eternity- Rumored to have lived for over 500 years. Forsaken's most trusted advisor. One of the inner circle of the Crimson TalonForsaken also commands an elite unit of shock troopers that are made up of former Charonian Republic Guards as well as elite Crimson Talon soldiers.
Various underlings and foes who will be described when introduced
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Sample Post: The man known only as The Forsaken stood at the balcony that overlooked the cavernous subterranean headquarters of the Crimson Talon. He watched as his Elite Guard; a squadron of his very best soldiers, each man fiercely loyal to him almost to a fanatical level, each willing to give his life for their leader, went through drills to sharpen their already impecable skills. As he watched his men, the slightest of smiles formed beneath his mask. He knew that these men were feverishly devoted to him, and would make the necessary sacrifices to ensure that his goals were attained. He knew that he needed such devotion. From the very beginning, Crimson Talon had been a secretive organization. One that had been thought to be little more than an urban legend by most, and spoken about in hushed tones by those that knew better. For years, Forsaken was content to stay hidden, to quietly consolidate his power from the shadows. However, in recent months things had changed. Events had taken place that would soon force him, and the entire Crimson Talon into the light. Other organizations had come into power and interfered with his plans, organizations like the accursed CHIMERA, as well as an organization that has managed to stay as deep within the shadows as Crimson Talon had. Soon, very soon, he would lead Crimson Talon into the light, and nothing would ever be the same again. As Forsaken continued to watch his troopers perform their drills, he suddenly became aware that he was no longer alone. By the sounds of the footfalls that hesitantly approached him, he knew that Diedrich, one of his most trusted advisors was making his way toward him. The man feared him, and rightfully so. Forsaken had proven to his men time after time that he was a man to be feared. And he used that fear to his advantage. There was a time, soon after he had taken control of The Coven, and had gone about reorganizing it into the Crimson Talon that he was not truly feared. He had is detractors, those who did not think that he was capable of leading such an ambitious enterprise, and had hoped to turn his forces against him. Obviously, their plans had failed. He had dealt with them swiftly, and harshly- eliminating them in the most gruesome manners imaginable. Some of the men he was forced to terminate were some of the best men in his organization, and it had set him back slightly in the short term, but their failed coup had given him something far more valuable than anything else they could have contributed to his organization. Fear. His men feared him, above all else...and he wouldn't have it any other way. Fear was a great motivator, and it kept those under him in line. It forced anyone foolish enough to even entertain the thought of another attempted coup to reconsider even before the seeds for action had been planted. However, he found that on occasion, they needed a reminder. "My lord, I bring you...less than good news." Diedrich said, carefully choosing his words as not to draw the ire of his commander. "Indeed?" Forsaken asked, his patience growing suddenly thin. "I'm afraid so, my lord. It seems that the ship carrying the armaments we had recently purchased was boarded off of the American coast. The ship and her cargo were confiscated and her crew were...detained." "I see." Forsaken said evenly as he processed the information. "And that isn't the worst of it. It would appear that some of the men are questioning......" Diedrich suddenly fell silent as pain gripped his insides. He looked up at his master, fear etched across his face as he silently pleads for his master's aid. Aid which he never receives. Within seconds, he is set ablaze. The flames burn him from the inside, a funeral pyre so hot that he is completely incinerated, reduced to mere ash in seconds. Forsake steps away from the balcony and begins making his way toward his chambers when he pauses only to look over his shoulder at the scorched ground which marked where his advisor had once stood. "Nobody questions me Diedrich. Nobody."
