[CHAR] Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

[ReddentheEarth]

Helena the very nice lady

Helena/Gaea

| {Full Name}|

Helena Katakros

|{Age}|

21

| {Species}|

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

Helena is a fairly average girl, standing at 5’10” and being fairly unathletic, but still skinny with a light olive complexion and shoulder length golden blonde hair. Usually wearing some jeans and a white shirt with a frilled collar when not in her hero costume.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Helena has a cellphone with her at all times, along with a satchel bag filled with snacks, drinks and study materials.

| {Physical Abilities} |

A student of molecular chemistry, she’s a good study with a keen memory. Helena is only relatively physically fit, doing just enough exercise to keep her from getting winded running for a bus.

| {Superpowers} |

Helena’s power is control over the primary elements of greek philosophy, Fire, Water, Air and Earth. As in greek philosophy these elements can be combined and mixed at different amounts to create new forms, and again as with the philosophical teachings, these powers are more easily controlled and attuned with strong feelings of love and strife.

| {Limitations} |

Her physical limitations are those of an average human, her current level of physical fitness is about average for a person that does light cardio.
Elemental control requires materials of the desired “element” in the vicinity to be used, Fire being a minor exception as it instead relies on the existence of flammable content in the air rather than physical fire being present, though natural fire can also be controlled.
Elemental control has a low level of backlash relative to Helena’s output, flinging rocks or metal around can cause bruising, for example.
Anything that would be considered an advanced use of her abilities requires muscle memory and memorization of the quantity of each element used to exacting specification.
Helena has been very focused on her studies and withdrawn until the dawn of her powers, leaving her relatively disconnected from most people and unused to dealing with them for lengths of time.

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| {Personality} |

An earnest and diligent student, Helena has a positive outlook on her newfound powers and the opportunity they present to give the world the kind of hero she loved growing up. Her positivity carries through most of her life, giving her a cheery focus on anything that catches her interest, that said she is easily flustered when confronting something she hasn’t rehearsed beforehand and can quickly become embarrassed by her own mistakes and errors.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born in Sparta, Greece. Helena’s youth was spent growing up there with her family before her parents made the decision to move to the States, wanting to give her a strong education and instilling the need for learning into her.

| {Background} |

Helena’s life started out as a very normal one, growing up with her family in Sparta and having her parents' affection and care raising her through her childhood. Days were spent studying to keep up with her parents' hopes for her, or watching cartoons and shows on tv with her cousins.
At the age of 9 her parents decided to move their small family away to look for a better education for their only child in America, ending up in a small Greek community in Keystone where her father worked as a chef. Knowing that her parents had moved for her benefit, Helena’s focus became her education as a result leading to her succeeding through constant effort where she would have otherwise failed, this would lead to her making it into Central City University and an internship at STAR labs after taking a couple of years to go back to Greece and live with family that they’d left behind.
The recent developments leading to her becoming a meta human have given her pause about continuing to brute force her way through her education, and drawn her along a new path following the heroines of her youth, an avid fan of the magical girl genre growing up she styles herself in their image and pushes to match their manners of heroism.

[Metastability]

рыжий сын россии

Project Red Son

"Of course you should fight fire with fire. You should fight everything with fire."

| {Full Name} |

Nikolai "Nico" Abramovich Kuznetsov

| {Age} |

27

| {Species} |

Metahuman

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Appearance} |

Nikolai is a largely built man born of Russian stock, clocking in at 6'3 and 212 lbs, any room he entered would be hard pressed not to notice him doing so. His eyes are a shade of blue that seem piercing that stares right through and hold people captive. Long-healed burn scars cover his arms and back, rarely ever exposed to anyone else besides himself. A five-pointed red star is tattooed on his left shoulder with the Roman numerals 'XVII' below.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Uniform
"Torchbearer" Modified Kalashnikov SVK
Combat Knife
Pistol: MP-412
Grappling Hook
GPS Tracking Beacon

| {Physical Abilities} |

Tactical Espionage
Multilingual
CCQ Specialist
Firearms Specialist

| {Superpowers} |

Enhanced Physical Conditioning – Nikolai has been experimented on by the Red Room to produce the ideal supersoldier. As a result, Nikolai's body was enhanced to the peak of human potential of strength, agility, stamina, speed, etc.

Internalized Pyrokinesis - An unintended side effect of the undergone experimentations also triggered a suppressed metagene in Nikolai. The internal makings of his body are made up of flames that make him nigh-invulnerable to extreme heats, and this 'inner fire' of his can be imbued into inorganic material.

| {Limitations} |

On top of the serious debilitating health effects, which have not shown up, from the augmentations that made Nikolai a supersoldier. These lasting effects vary in severity from anywhere between semi-permanent blindness, increased risk of heart failure to sudden blackouts. His core body temperature needs to maintain itself above 195° Fahrenheit lest his body shuts down.

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| {Personality} |

Nikolai is reserved and tries best to keep to himself come R&R off of his missions, much appreciating some time spent alone. However he hardly ever seems to appear cold to others, still being as kind and patient with those around him all the while keeping distance from coming too close. For he understands that some kindness shown can inspire more good in the world further down the line. If anything, outside of anything short of a firefight he corners the market on the 'gentle giant' shtick.

For a latent pyrokinetic, Nikolai is hardly ever described to be hotheaded and for the most part, this is accurate. He values the practicality of cold, calculated anger far better than being short-fused and driven solely by emotion. That being said, he is not a boundless well of calm and patience, for when his temper rises he bottles it up inside and later vents it all off in one, red-hot conflagration. Scorched fields that once would litter the empty, frozen plains of Siberia would prove this true.

| {Place of Origin} |

Krasnodar, Russia

| {Background} |

At the peak of its power, the Soviet Union had foreseen the rise of a new type of warfare, one that would be waged with the metahumans, men and women who wielded power unimaginable before. And so, the Red Room was born to counter metas with metas of their own. A number of projects were launched, all designed to properly arm a select number of their population with abilities that'd match and surpass Mother Russia's future adversaries. A few had already proven successful but one stood apart from the rest: Project Red Son.

Nikolai Ivanovich Vasyutin was born to a family of nine, being the youngest out of seven brothers. Theirs was a family in poverty, already little to eat amongst a large household. So when GRU agents had approached his parents with an offer for him, without hesitating they made the trade for a week’s worth of rations. Though at his young age, not knowing any better, he’d believe he was given up for the ‘greater good of the Soviet Union’. How nice it must have been to be that naive once. And so, for the better part of his childhood, the Red Room would have been his home.

His indoctrination and training were nothing short of harsh and unforgiving, dozens of experimental enhancements were conducted on a number of children with specific, malleable genes. Nikolai was XVII, the 17th in a line of failed experiments that couldn't be described as anything but inhumane. Being an unprecedented success in the Red Room's history, with his outstanding, red-hot abilities and near-perfect mission record, considerable resources were allocated to him being groomed into the project's namesake: the Red Son, defender of the Motherland and the first of many more Soviet supersoldiers to come.

For the better part of the last century, he lived his life behind the trigger of a gun from mission to mission and on the cold surface of a lab table when he wasn't. In order to preserve the 'shelf life' of the living weapon that Nikolai was, measures had to be taken and so in-between his initial training and well into his assignment, he was put into cryogenic stasis to ensure his longevity.

However their long aspirations of a supersoldier army would not come to be realized, the fall of the Soviet Union had scattered many of the Red Room's assets with even Project Red Son having been forgotten in the wayside. Nikolai would eventually have been found in his pod by the Finnish government then promptly exchanged over to the Americans. Recognizing him for what he was, they themselves were quick to utilize him for their own clandestine interests in discrete parts of the world. Still, the same soldier with the same orders, even into the new century he follows the orders given without fault, proof of his conditioning as a living weapon.

But the ones he answered to now, they would prove to be more relaxed with how he spends his time off missions and it would seem Nikolai would find himself a genuine humanity to himself he hadn't realized during his days with the Red Room. It would be much later when the supersoldier of a bygone superpower would reform himself into something resembling a superhero, determined to clean all that blood in his ledger.
_{| {Timeline} |}
08.13.1954 | Subject {Designate: XVII} was born
01.15.1961 | XVII was inducted into Project {Designate: Red Son}
02.17.1965 | XVII began physical conditioning training
05.23.1969 | XVII underwent Phase 1-3 of supersoldier enhancement
12.27.1971 | XVII deemed successful - Greenlit
01.15.1972 | XVII passed Red Room {updateDesignate: Red Son}
01.15.1972 | Red Son assigned multiple missions {assigned_total: 13}
09.16.1972 | REDACTED INFORMATION
09.17.1972 | Red Son put into cryogenic stasis {length_time: INDEF}
04.29.1984 | Facility holding Red Son is de-commissioned and -staffed
10.02.2009 | Red Son discovered by Finnish authorities
10.09.2009 | Red Son re-possessed by U.S. Special Intelligence
09.01.2010 | Red Son transferred to research facility {site_local: REDACTED}
06.01.2011 | Red Son entered U.S. service {handler_ID: REDACTED}
11.02.2012 | Red Son tasked to eliminate terrorist cells in REDACTED
01.09.2013 | Red Son critically injured in firefight {recover_time: 29 days}
01.11.2013 | Red Son assigned to POTUS security detail
03.21.2014 | Red Son reassigned to research facility for voluntary experimenting
03.22.2014 | Project {Designate: Boy Scouts} initiated for wide-scale U.S. supersoldier enhancement
03.19.2015 | Project Boy Scouts discontinued with lack of results
03.21.2015 | Red Son given leave of absence after co-operation {surveil_detail: 9}
01.01.2016 | Red Son spotted across the globe multiple times over course of the next year
02.29.2017 | Red Son resurfaced in Volchansk, Russia {surveil_detail: 0}
03.02.2017 | Red Son returned to active U.S. service
05.14.2017 | Red Son assigned to combat possible metahuman criminal element
05.18.2018 | Result of previous assignment inconclusive – possible defection
12.31.2018 | Red Son detained and heavily sedated after accidental exposure to experimental hallucinogen
01.09.2019 | Red Son expressed desire to become a "Cape" {psych_session: #117}
04.20.2019 | Red Son breached site protocol and put out nearby forest fire {metahuman_case: #2990}
08.01.2020 | Red Son further expressed previous desire-now request-vehemently
01.23.2020 | Red Son "let loose" under permission by handler {clearance_level: MAX}

[Bright_Ops]

Twitchy the Rabbit

Twitchy the Rabbit

Twitchy himself


His human host

| {Full Name} |

Twitchy the Rabbit

| {Age} |

4-5 months

| {Species} |

Living Puppet

| {Gender} |

Male

[hr.]

| {Appearance} |

Twitchy the Rabbit is a plush, custom made rabbit hand puppet. His fur his brown over his sides and back with a white underbelly. His eyes are black and are surprisingly lifelike and capable of expressing emotion, despite the fact that by all rights they shouldn't be able to. While he looks realistic, those who look closely will easily be able to tell the fact that he is an artificial puppet... however while clearly artificial, he stands on the boarders of the uncanny valley with how life like he is. This is a side effect of the magic that animated Twitchy and gave him life by... well, making him appear as a living creature made of felt and careful stitching.

Twitchy's host human is almost always seen with his face covered with a layer of anomalous fabric and darker clothing that covers all traces of skin, giving him a street level thug or vigilante like appearance whatever they go. In part this is an educated cover to make it look like his host is the hero who's talking through a puppet to hide their identity... but the truth is slightly more disturbing. The ritual that Mortimer uses to covert humans into hosts alters their physical appearance in noticeable ways: Their eyes go a vacant cloudy white, their skin is drained of color and takes on an unhealthy pallor, their heads are shaved of all hair... and their mouths are noticeably sewn shut. If his host was to be hooked up to medical equipment, it would find that while he is still breathing and his heart still beating, it is doing so at such a soft, low level that he could be mistaken for dead.

Placed over his host's left hand, from the outside it merely looks like Twitchy is a hand puppet that has been slipped over the left hand. Closer inspection would revel that he is actually bonded to his host in some manner; An X-ray of the aura would actually prove pointless, since whatever magic is involved seems to interfere with it to the point of blocking it out wherever Twitchy covers. Attempts to pull Twitchy off his host without ripping off the arm completely would fail.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Twitchy and his host don't have much outside of his host's 'work' attire.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Children's Entertainer:Twitchy is surprisingly good with children. There's just something about brightening them up or helping a kid through a bad day that makes him content.

Taekwon-Do 'Student': Student isn't... exactly the right word. Twitchy found a place that teaches Taekwon-Do and sneaks in whenever they're doing a class in order to watch and learn from areas where he can't be seen. He'll then practice what is taught on his own somewhere private. Personally he tends to favor kicks, but if the situation arises he'll take one for the team and 'headbutt' someone.

Sneaky: Because people tend to be weirded out by the 'faceless guy' with the rabbit puppet, Twitchy has made a point of trying to avoid attention, both to himself and his host.

| {Superpowers} |

Magic (Voodoo): As a creation of voodoo magic (and if Mortimer is any indication) there is really nothing to stop Twitchy the Rabbit from properly employing voodoo himself. In truth he's actively seeking out more knowledge of the practice to not only get a better understanding of what he is, but also to see whatever tricks and knowledge it can provide him.

Unnatural Endurance and Regeneration: Twitchy's host is still human in the physical sense...for the most part. The magic that turned him into a host gives some interesting perks however. Namely, it is difficult to do any true lasting damage to him. This isn't to say that the body cannot be hurt, just that the death like state it is in seems to prevent most injuries from registering or having the impact it should. For example, if you stabbed him, shot him or broke an arm then those injuries will be there... but the body doesn't seem to register pain and the blood doesn't seem to be flowing.

This ties into the supernatural regeneration that the magic that makes a human a host seems to add. Stab and bullet wounds will heal up within hours, bruises within minutes, bones taking almost a day.

No Worries about Biological Matters: Twitchy is not blind to his host's needs, since shortly after he encountered and started to learn about humans he noticed that things like food and sleep were needed but... the truth of the matter is that his host seemingly doesn't need these things anymore in order to function. He suspects that it is apart of the magic that makes a host that seems to cause their biological needs to cease, but the truth is he doesn't know enough about voodoo to know for sure what's going on here. He's keeping a close eye on the matter, just to be sure.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Many people are aware of the fact that the human body is capable of performing great feats of strength, speed and raw power, namely in a time of crisis. However, the reason that most normal humans can't bench press a car is because of the biological limitations that the body imposes on itself to avoid accidentally doing things like ripping muscle off bone. Twitchy is aware that these limitations exist for his host... but he can ignore them at will. He can even choose to what degree he ignores these natural limitations.

| {Limitations} |

Knowledge is Power: With a field of magic like voodoo, ritual is a key component to working spell craft. Twitchy has only just started his journey to learning Voodoo and thus his current arsenal of spells is... rather limited. Knowledge is Power, after all.

'A shotgun blast to the head, that's trouble.': The time it takes for wounds to heal is relevant to how bad the wounds are. A stab to the chest with a butterfly knife is a lot easier to heal then an axe wound. While Twitchy's host can walk away from a lot of wounds that would down a normal person, cause enough damage (or get lucky and cause enough damage to the right places) and he'll die like anyone else.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Twitchy learned early on why the biological limits of the human body exist. While Twitch and his Host cannot feel pain and thus can ignore that factor of pushing their limits, damage is still inflicted that needs to be recovered from... and while the host might recover supernaturally fast from having his muscles torn or bones damaged, those kinds of things can still impact performance in things like battle. It is a tight rope that needs to be walked carefully.

[hr.]

| {Personality} |

Twitchy is a furry little ball of nervous tension, uncertainty and fear. He is well aware of the fact that he is naturally a coward and that fact angers him a great deal. He hates the fact that when danger rises its ugly head his first instinct is to run, hide or both... and more often then not this anger will fuel him to stand and fight, even if his better instincts are telling him that doing so is a bad idea.

While he is driven by a desire to see his creator's ambitions brought low, Twitchy isn't consumed by his desire to defeat Mortimer. There is a part of him that desires to make the world a better place, regardless of who doing such would benefit... and by making the world a better place, children growing up in it will be happier and healthier, which he feels would make him content.

Twitchy adores children... and while he's too shy and nervous to do so he desires to perform for people. He is a puppet after all and the reason that puppets exist is to entertain. He also adores learning new things and reading. While he does study in order to improve himself... the truth is he loves children's stories. Fairy tales are a guilty pleasure.

While naturally pessimistic, Twitchy makes the effort to be positive regardless. This normally takes the form of bad jokes about the general situation.

| {Place of Origin} |

Keystone City, through exactly where in Keystone he was brought to life is a mystery, even to him.

| {Background} |

Twitchy the Rabbit was brought to life by the living puppet Mortimer.

Mortimer was once the gentleman like puppet of a very lonely, sad human named Owen. Owen had a lot of issues and didn't really know how to deal with the wider world, but for a time he had his puppet friends and that...helped. However, as time passed even his puppet friends weren't enough to comfort him, so he turned to the internet to find information about the occult in order to make his friends a reality. He found what he believed were his answers in the practices of voodoo, studying up on the rituals and magic it offered in order to try and not be so alone anymore.

His efforts got results when he successfully brought Mortimer to life! Owen was happy to finally have a friend. Mortimer had other ideas however. He played along for a time, but while Owen slept he studied the research Owen had done on voodoo and... one night, performed the ritual to turn his creator into a personal 'host'. Mortimer's dreams and ambitions were far greater then to be the plaything of a pathetic meat bag. He was destined to be the one who heralded the rise of puppet kind! He was destined to lead his people in taking over the world and running it right! But most important of all... He was destined to be the star of a smash hit after school children's show!

Mortimer, understanding that despite his charming personality and sharp wit that creating and running a smash children's show on during prime afternoon hours would require a full cast of characters and a full on stage crew began the process of recreating the rituals and spells that brought himself to life in order to make other living puppets. He also refined and started to study the rituals in order to create hosts in order to see how the process could be improved, since Owen's conversion might have improved him in that he was no longer talking, but within a matter of days he was starting to fail in his duties as starvation kicked in and he started to smell because of all that nasty biological stuff and thus a replacement was going to have to happen.

Twitchy the Rabbit was one of the first successfully brought to life and given a host, since Mortimer planned for Twitchy to be an important part of the show, what with being cute and cuddly and thus the perfect puppet to represent the thousands of children at home and ask simple but important questions innocently during the educational parts of the show. However, Twitchy was much different from Mortimer personality wise which caused... friction between them fairly quickly. This friction came to a head when Twitchy witnessed the tail end of how Mortimer created the hosts.

By this point, Mortimer was much stronger then Twitchy was... and so Twitchy fled into the night in order to escape his creator with plans to figure out a means of stopping him later. After getting lost in his mad dash to escape Mortimer, Twitchy's first week in Keystone City was... challenging to say the least. While he didn't have to worry about things like food or a place to sleep, he learned quickly that the panic of 'meta humans' offered much in the way of rewards to those who sort not to be noticed by the general public... rewards such as not being attacked by fearful, angry mobs.

For the months that he has been actively roaming the streets, one goal still dominates Twitchy's mind. Mortimer needed to be stopped... and to that end, he had been doing what he could in order to improve himself. He has been seeking out information about voodoo in order to try and counter Mortimer's own, learned how to properly weaponize his host's body by seeking out those teaching self defense classes... and even if he only learned from nearby hiding places, what he witnessed and heard he put into practice.

Of course... he also has to find Mortimer and he would likely not be alone anymore. But that was a bridge he was going to have to cross later.

[Humming Panda]

Emily Brown

Emily Brown

| {Full Name} |

Emily Brown

| {Age} |

24 years old

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

[hr.]
| {Appearance} |

Emily stands at a height of 5'8 feet tall. She is quite often dressed in attires that doesn't seem to make her stand out in a crowd - her clothes usually being a tint of brown and dark grey. Her expressions seem to barely shift, making her appear often as cold-natured or uncaring. Emily doesn't seem to care much about grooming other than keeping it to the basics, her lack of interests likely being due to her power and the effects that have on her clothes and hair. She does seem to rather be sensitive about covering up her right wrist with bands or cheap watches.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

*Wallet, which contains some pocket money. But most importantly, her ID and driver's license.
* Three pocket knives.
* Her trusty cellphone, a Nokia 6.2.
* A few wristbands, most of them are leather with nothing significant to them.
* A cheap watch.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Emily is semi-competent in hand to hand combat. This due to her past as a street urchin, where she had plenty of losses and wins - giving her some experience in how to throw and take a punch. Though nothing fancy regarding judo or karate.
Aside from that, she sports a rather good amount of stamina and running capability. Being agile seems to be helping well, usually running away from situations.

| {Superpowers} |

Emily has the ability of Teleportation manipulation. She is capable of twisting and using her gift to warp both space and time, to create a diversity of abilities that can be useful.

* Emily can create small portals. These portals are requiring a point A and point B. Anything that travels from point A, will exit from point B and vice versa. These portals are, however, quite small and nothing larger than a soccer ball can enter through these portals. This is so far the most basic and mastered ability that Emily has so far. It has quite a long-range, up to approximately 50 feet

* Emily can create a stationary wall - up to the range of 8ft in width and 8ft in length. This once more requires a point A and B but also limits Emily from moving - as she requires to focus and hold the portal open. This ability is, however, more limited as the range to where Emily can teleport is up to roughly 25 feet. Not to mention that she can't teleport herself - as she is required to stand still.

* Emily is able to teleport herself in a rapid fashion. This usually takes around five seconds for her to wrap her ability around herself, so to say. She is capable to warp herself to a distance of 30 feet.

| {Limitations} |

* The second ability has the limitation that she can't teleport herself as she is required to stay stationary.
* The self-teleportation has issues of its own. She requires to rest ten seconds before she is able to perform another jump. This ability is further hampered that she needs to know where she is going to warp to - in order to avoid falling to great heights or other calamitous results.
* She has yet to master the ability further. Right now, she has been using the abilities to her own benefits - which is usually small crime.

[hr.]
| {Personality} |

Emily is a person that doesn't seem to judge or worry much about others. She is quite pragmatic and not bothering herself with issues that don't impact her right away or in the long run. This further with her desire to just survive and do her thing, Emily tends to come across as laid-back or uncaring to others.
This tends to be true to a certain degree. Emily finds it hard to trust people or open up to others.
Her experiences and street-knowledge have allowed her to grow into a mature person. Yet a sense of dark and twisted humour usually sticks around, which seems to appeal to a few people in general.
Nobody's perfect of course and Maddison has plenty of less favourable characteristics too. Her opportunistic ways and tactlessness are far from ideal and could ruin plenty of evenings.

| {Place of Origin} |

Emily grew up in the poorer neighbourhoods of Central City. With her family owning a small shop, Emily was able to enjoy a somewhat okay education. After high school, she would drop out of school. At the start, she would feign in being interested in taking care of the shop. But the dark truth was she was more interested in a life that would allow her to be as laid-back as she could be.

| {Background} |

Emily grew up in a loving and caring family. Her parents were owners of a small grocery shop. An establishment that has been taken over ever since the departure of Emily's parents after the accident.
During her time as a young girl, Emily did seem to possess a certain gift to find her way into places she wasn't supposed to be in. Or acquiring certain items that she desired.
Yet despite that rather eccentric gift, Emily's youth wasn't that eventful. She went through what most got: puberty and highschool - an awful combination, maybe someone should change that, huh?

During Emily's puberty, she became more interested in honing some of her gifts. This usually just for her interests and not to help others out. During this stage in Emily's life, she also started to become less interested in doing her homework. It was more fun to hang with peers outside and be up to no good. This did create some clashes with her parents, that desired Emily to be more successful - so that she could craft a better future for herself.
This would often be a point of conflict between Emily and her parents. To the point that a rift was about to rupture between the two. Until both Emily's parents would die in a car accident, being hit by a drunken driver.
For a moment, Emily realised some of her errors. Wanting to turn her study attitude the way around, the sequence of events that followed her parent's death made it near impossible. The fact that Emily's life was turned upside down made her start to run away from her troubles - wanting to cling desperately to the last bit of control that she had.

Over the years, she has established herself as a successful thief that steals for her benefit. Next to working some odd jobs for those willing to see various items vanish. Or desiring to gain a hold of certain objects, that may or may not just appear in their possession.
It may not be the life that her parents wanted for her but without any alternative, Emily sees no other way out.

[Paingodsson]

(Was accepted irl)

Akashi Sato

Akashi Sato: Emperor/Dagon

| {Full Name} |

Akashi Tenno Sato

| {Age} |

21

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Appearance} |

Red hair, and smooth skin. But one eye is red and the other is a bright orange color. He stands at 6 foot 1 inches, he usually dressed in either fancy clothes or in basketball shorts and a solid color t-shirt. Sometimes he will walk around with his Central University warm-up on as well as a central university blazer.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

A journal, as well as a phone, a basketball and workout clothes. A small handgun as well as a switch blade knife. School books and a laptop.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Highly athletic, can jump high and dunk, he is incredibly fast for a human, running about a 4.25 40 yard dash.
Additionally, he knows Kendo which his father had put him in since he was 6 years old.
The same can be said about Wing Chun having been put into that when he was about 5 years old as well. So in both cases he has become a proficient master in. Even to the point he was beating adults as a child in both kendo and Wing Chun

| {Superpowers} |

Akashi has two sides to his personality as well as 2 powers:

The emperor: Emperor’s Eye- Red circles appear in his eyes, looking into them closely can disorient you and mesmerize you. (Able for you to not realize what’s going on around you)

For example he can push you down when you a mesmerized by his eyes and you won’t realize it until it forces your sight to move away from his eyes.

With his eyes he is able to predict the future easier, in a way, it’s like the ability to see how the future will play out if he does something like attack from the left hand side. He can see what the next couple seconds would be in a split moment. Which allows him to change his attack from being on the right to the left side.

Dagon: Boosting- Every 5 seconds he is able to consistently multiply his physical abilities, speed, strength, jumping ability, athleticism, etc. temporarily

He can also use that ability to store in an item and if that item touches someone it will boost whoever touched the item’s physical abilities and powers.

Additionally he can touch people and transfer the multiplier of physical abilities and powers he had used on himself to other people

| {Limitations} |

Both powers are unable to be activated at the same time (for now, and even at his two sides wo0uld be in constant conflict.), his power only depends on what personality has taken over.
It takes about 15 minutes for a personality of his to take over, and that is if the other will allow it.(The only exception is if one of the conflicting personalities allows or gives up being the the dominant one)

His head is in constant conflict with his two personalities fighting with each other most of the time unless one is quiet

The Emperor's eye gives a correct prediction of those within his sight, if someone is not in his sight he is unable to use it on them.

Pain will bring someone out of the mesmerization of the Emperor’s eye.

After 10 minutes of using his multiplier without handing it off to someone else it takes more of his endurance than what would have been if he had been doing the movements without the boost. (For example: if he used his ability to run a mile at the end of the 10 minutes of the first multiplier he would feel like he ran 2 miles, and if he ran 2 he would feel like he ran 4 etc..)

If he puts a multiplying boost into an object and someone who he doesn’t want grabs it first, he is not able to stop it from multiplying their abilities/powers

Those who get their powers or physical abilities multiplied are only able to have either abilities multiplied for about 6 minutes with the same level of exhaustion as Dagon. (1 mile= 2 miles, etc.)

| {Personality} |

Akashi has 2 different personalities, each with their own specific personalities.

Emperor: He is very much a selfish being. Those around him are good for their use until their not. When things go wrong, he is the epitome of ‘if you want a job done right, do it yourself’ he will act kind and act nice but does not feel that way about those around him. He likes the strong and hates the weak. He looks down on people and hates it when others look down at him. He will mesmerize people who look down at him and push them to the ground so that he can literally look down on them.
He sees failure as not an option, and that if there is a time where failure is close he will do everything in his power to succeed, even if it means ignoring those who he calls his friends or not helping them. He considers himself absolute, that he is able to win at anything and be the best at anything, even if it takes time. He is calculating, decisive and seems to have a scheme or plan with almost everything he does. Those under him are scared of him, and how serious he is. And those who oppose him find out quickly why he is seen as ‘absolute’ when they are looking up at him

Dagon: Friendly, almost in a charming way. He cares about others and about having fun. He is unselfish and caring about others. He is the epitome of ‘teamwork makes the dream work’. Caring and loving towards those around him, he sees himself as the person to help bring others up around him even if they are the ones who have to get the job done. He is happy to just be around them and call people friends. Competition is healthy and although losing is not something he ever wants to do he is more than willing to learn from his mistakes when he loses. His plans usually involve his team members and himself being a supporter of them.

| {Place of Origin} |

Japan, but was brought up in Central city. Son of a wealthy and well known family, his idea of success came from his father who allows for nothing more than being the top and the best. He himself is an extremely successful business man and expects his son to be the same.

| {Background} |

Born in Japan to a Japanese mother and an American father. Brought to America at the age of 2 he has lived his whole life in America going to Japan only a few months every year or two. He grew up with high expectations put on him from his father especially. He was allowed to do any extracurricular activity away from his usual martial arts as long as he succeeded in them. His father saw it as he had to be the best as he couldn’t accept his son embarrassing the family name. WIth such expectations it would have been crushing on him had it not been for his mother watching over him. She would teach him music to help him calm down, but more importantly she would support him in whatever he wanted to do, even if he wasn’t very good at it at first.

Basketball would become his passion as a young man, throughout middle school and high school even, easily dominating the competition. But that wasn’t the only thing he grew up doing. His father would make him take advanced classes constantly. His brain developed quickly as he became smarter and smarter, eventually gaining a knack for calculations of probability as well as becoming quite tech savvy. He would build his own computer program at the age of 13 which would eventually be used by business’ for calculating wages based off of the position’s requirements and tasks that they required to do, calculating that by the amount of time that each task should take from the worst to quickest time each task of the position took; as well as factoring in the amount of time the person who was in that position had been there. Eventually there was an issue with the program and being able to be hacked into by employees to change some of the info in it.

This embarrassment led to his father making him take an extra 15 hours a week of computer and coding classes a week when he was around 15 as it cost his father millions in legal fees and in the settlement money as well.

Eventually his father would make him help write a new program that would then also be successful, though never imitating the success of the first it still sold quite well eventually becoming one of the most sought after security programs for a business. That security program would eventually be sold with the rights of it by his father for about 60 million dollars, and in one night he watched what he had worked on so hard slip out of his fingers.

But he still had basketball, and his father allowed him to keep playing as long as he kept winning. He would continue to win, over and over again when he played, he couldn’t accept defeat, he couldn’t have the last thing he considered his own be taken away from him.l So when Central City University offered a full ride for him to be on their team of course he had to accept. At that point his father was different from when he was in High-School, or in middle school. The first time in College when he lost his Father would be eating across from him and tell him, “Now you know what it’s like to lose, are you gonna cry about it, or be about it?” The first time his dad had spoken words of encouragement other than sounding off approval of his winning; when it came to the sport he loved.

Everyone could alway tell there seemed to be almost like there was two types of Akashi almost always, there was the calculating Akashi, and the dark and the Akashi that acted upon his plans and schemes in basketball, in business, in coding. As long as he won he seemed pleased and happy, but there was also how he acted around his friends, loving and caring and happy to be around them.

Slowly his calculative side would not allow even his father to look down on him, at some points even opposing his father when it came to business decisions. But his father still relied on him for a while.

At one point he would go to the grand activation of the massive particle accelerator created by one Harrison Wells in Central City, when the explosion happened his father panicked, and became slightly less bearing on him. But over the next 6 months Akashi slowly began to change. He noticed it slightly and so did others. Eventually he would realize that he had 2 personalities in him. And each one was fighting for control. The first time he recognized this was when he was about to lose in an intense basketball game that would have decided who was going to the playoffs. With only a couple minutes left at time out after making a key mistake and the other point guard telling him “You have no hope left in this game” it was all coming at him, the possibility of the loss, not wanting his father to be disappointed, afraid of bringing embarrassment, afraid most of all his father telling him he would no longer be able to play the sport he loved.

With his head in his hands would be the first time it would happen, the change of his left eye turning to an orange color, his right eye turning red now as well. He looked up and looked at the coach and it was the first time one of the personalities had completely taken over. “Just give me the ball” he would say. In that game, he was able to absolutely dominate in the last couple of minutes eventually winning the game in an absolute dominant performance on both offense and defense. And it was all by himself.

Eventually, in another game where he was about to lose he was at the point where he had given up hope on his teammates but he wasn’t able to beat the other team by himself, in fact, the Emperor had been almost shattered with self-doubt. That’s when Dagon took over, his own abilities increasing and multiplying as well as bringing his teammates up. His team didn’t realize what was happening, but he did, he had just become twice as fast, twice as strong, and so did his teammates. This new power was interesting, but Dagon saw it as a blessing. Ever since the two personalities have been in conflict with each other, each one wanting to take over the other completely. But he was never able to use Dagon’s strength as The Emperor, and he was never able to use The Emperor's eye as Dagon. Each seemed to be separate. Akashi seemed lost between these two personalities.

[Espada Emi]

Smoldevil

Rosa Ravelo/Daredevil?

| {Full Name} |

Rosa Maria Portacio Ravelo

| {Age} |

16

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

A small, slightly dark skinned Asian American girl around 5'3"/160 cm~, with a slight but surprisingly muscular build and medium length silky black hair normally kept bound up in a tight ponytail. She ordinarily dresses like a tomboy, jackets and pants and a t-shirt or tank top, though over time she might branch out and get interested in different styles. Along with her clothes she almost always has sunglasses and a White Cane to visually indicate her blindness for other people. When doing vigilante work or missions for The Chaste she wears a set of grey and black clothes and a dark cloth mask with no eyeholes.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

A set of grey and black clothes, a black eyeless cloth mask and twin kali bastons.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Physical Fitness- Thanks to a childhood spent training with her prizefighter dad and five months of intensive daily training with Stick, Rosa has the general overall physique of someone at near peak human levels of physical fitness for someone of her age and size.

Reflexes- Rosa's reflexes are becoming increasingly quick thanks to her training with Stick and her superhuman senses giving her inputs faster and more detailed than any ordinary human's. For now she's developing close to peak human reflexes, but may go beyond that into mildly superhuman territory.

Martial Arts Skills- Rosa grew up with a professional boxer and later mixed martial artist for a dad and idolized him enough to train with him and at his gyms from a young age. She's also spent the past four months training with Stick in Kali and other martial arts she can't fully identify. Her main background is in Mixed Martial Arts with a heavier than normal emphasis on punching and standing footwork from her dad's boxing background, but she's got some no gi Judo, Muay Thai and Brazillian Jujitsu crosstraining from his MMA gym too. Stick's training supplemented that with Kali and what he claims is ninjutsu, but to her it just feels like formalized really dirty fighting mixed with old school jujitsu and some flashy but tricky stuff that wouldn't be out of place in capoeira or wushu. She's got some armed training mainly with Kali bastons and staff fighting, but also knives and improvised weapons, partly to learn how to defend against them. Overall she's still a talented amateur who's only got six months of serious training.

Acrobatics- Rosa is a former gymnast, traceuse and free runner in addition to being into martial arts, mostly for conditioning, mental discipline and fun. Since the accident she can't train or compete in these things in her civilian life. However Stick's training has heavily emphasized them along with fighting, so acrobatic maneuvers and parkour skills are often part of her fighting style as well as her main method of getting around.

Stealth- Since Rosa was adopted by Stick, he's started training her in stealth, infiltration and ambush tactics. Her powers also give her unique advantages there, since if she focuses she can detect even the slightest signs that could give her away and get superhumanly accurate information on security systems for anywhere she breaks into.

| {Superpowers} |

Superhuman Senses- Even though she can't see, the particle accelerator accident gave Rosa superhuman senses of hearing, smell, touch and taste. Though she's still learning to open herself up to her senses and understand the new world she experiences, she's slowly learning to do a lot with them. Her powers also give her a lot more conscious and unconscious information about her surroundings and combined with her training and body awareness can seem to give her supernaturally fast reflexes.

Bodily Control-More a side effect of heightened awareness of her own body combined with training from Stick, but Rosa is slowly learning to control some of her body's autonomic functions. She can raise or lower her body temperature slightly, dull her sense of pain, slow her heartbeat and breathing down significantly and has a much better sense of balance and more precise movements than the average person.

Superhuman accuracy- The combination of her increased sensory awareness and precision and her superhuman body coordination means she can aim and throw things with an inhuman degree of accuracy if she focuses.

| {Limitations} |

Overstimulation- Rosa's been training extensively to learn to block out the vast majority of her sensory input to keep herself from going insane or worse. Still, intense and sudden stimuli can cause her serious pain and disorientation.

Normal human weaknesses- Even though she's got metahuman senses, a ton of stubbornness and willpower and really unusual training, Rosa is still just a small 16-year-old human girl. Taking a blade or a bullet or a super strong punch will kill her just as dead as any average person on the street. She still needs to sleep and eat, still eventually feels pain and heals about as fast as a normal, healthy girl would when injured. She's got all the mental and psychological issues and weaknesses of a normal girl who's been through some pretty traumatic experiences too.

Blindness- Even though all her other senses are supercharged and she has synesthesia helping her process some of the information visually, Rosa's still blind. That means among other things she can't visually see most screens and would need to be able to identify inks, dyes or food coloring to distinguish colors in other objects. She can't usually read unless she feels for slight indentations along a page, which doesn't always work and she can't know what someone looks like in a visual sense.

Inexperience- Rosa's got a very loose handle on her newfound senses at best and spent her first month with Stick just learning how to subconsciously filter out enough input to leave a sensory deprivation room without collapsing in pain. Lifting those filters without overloading herself takes focus and discipline and she's still not always skilled enough to understand what she finds. Similarly, while she is a very skilled martial artist and athlete for her age, she's only just started her more serious training with Stick.

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| {Personality} |

Rosa is cheerful, energetic and forces herself to be optimistic if kind of snarky in ordinary circumstances. Her job growing up was to help her dad take care of himself and keep his spirits up, after all. But losing her dad and her sight in the same week and getting adopted by an alleged ninja cult leader has kinda put her in a darker mood lately. The ability to hear most of the crime and cries for help going on in Kansas City and the surrounding area hasn't really helped her sense of optimism either, though it is a big motivator in her crime fighting efforts. Part of her longs to go back to being just an ordinary girl with a family trying to get by and cling to a sense of normality. At the same time she can't ignore the pain and desperation around her or the debt she owes Stick and the Chaste. Her Catholicism isn't a massive part of her identity and she'd probably consider herself a lapsed Catholic if she gave it thought, but she does sometimes lean on faith and the morals she was raised with when the rest of the world feels like it's going crazy or her burdens feel too heavy to bear.

| {Place of Origin} |

A first generation American and citizen of Kansas City, raised alone by her father, a struggling professional fighter. She never knew what happened to her mother. She was raised nominally Catholic but strayed from the faith for multiple reasons.

| {Background} |

Rosa was born in Kansas City to a working class immigrant Filipino couple. Her mom was a registered nurse and her dad Juan 'Jack' Ravelo was a pro boxer who turned MMA fighter on the advice of a sleazy manager. He had some talent, but never enough to really make it big as a fighter in either sport, and his career mostly stalled once Rosa's mom left, allegedly because of some kind of mental breakdown. Her dad ended up raising her mostly on his own and to make ends meet he started taking rougher and rougher jobs in between legitimate fights. First as a bouncer, then a pit fighter.

Rosa's childhood still felt normal enough to her, even as she got older and started figuring things out. If she had to stitch her dad up on nights when he wasn't ever on an official fight card, well that was just the way things were. He used the money saved up from his fights to send her to a good private school and made enough to start putting some away on the side. She worked hard and did okay and overall, even made some good friends. They had a rough but happy family life.

Over the past year, things changed though. New faces started managing both the underground fights and the legitimate ones, bringing in their own people. Stakes got higher and her dad's agent started pressuring him to take the dive in big matches, in and out of the pit. Things got rougher and her dad took more beatings, but the money was good so he always brushed past her complaints, even when he came home looking like raw hamburger thanks to a loss or a dive turned ugly.

All that changed around six months ago. Rosa was with a group touring STAR Labs when the particle accelerator incident happened and happened to be looking right at the particle accelerator's area at the time. The last thing she ever saw before being rendered permanently blind was a burning light. Her world was dark but it wasn't empty. By the time she reached the hospital, she was overwhelmed by all the input from all her other senses and in agony.

She wouldn't find this out until later, but Jack took drastic action to try and secure a better future for his newly blind daughter. He took all of the money he'd saved up until now and instructed a friend to bet it all on him in his next fight. A fight he'd been ordered to lose. He defied both his agents and the criminals that ran the pit fights, then had all his winnings put into a secure account for Rosa.

The more criminal elements of management didn't exactly like losing a bunch of money over what should've been a sure thing and Jack paid the price with his life. The next thing Rosa remembered was coming to in the hospital as an unfamiliar old man slowly walked her through the process of tuning her senses down. He called himself Stick and introduced himself to her and the hospital staff as a specialist in rapidly teaching life skills to people who end up blind later in life. Once she found out her dad was dead, she went with Stick willingly enough, in part just to deal with the disorientation and physical pain better.

Since then she's been living and training with Stick, who was actually an agent of an order of martial artists and spies called the Chaste, dedicated to a purpose she doesn't fully understand. Still, she owes him for what functionality and stability her life has left and has dedicated herself to the training and occasional missions. As a result of her senses though, it's become increasingly hard for her to ignore people in trouble both morally and physically. So when she's not training with or doing missions for Stick, she spends her nights now acting as a vigilante for her neighborhood and everywhere she can hear.

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Sev

Sev

| {Full Name} |

Unit AB7865/Sev

| {Age} |

3

| {Species} |

Craver

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Appearance} |

Sev is what most humans would call a freak or an abomination, perhaps even a monster and they wouldn't be far wrong with those descriptions. Origionally Sev was a member of an insectoid species, however, it would probably be difficult to tell that given all of the mechanical modifications, his legs were entirely replaced with robotics and all four of his biceps have been heavily replaced with robotics as well.

Sev's insectoid origins did have their benefits when his masters were designing his species combat upgrades, possessing six appendages, four arms and two legs, allowing for greater flexibility when developing weaponry and attachments. Overall Sev has what one could describe as a distinctive look to him. Most of his front is still the origional insectoid while his back and rear set of arms are where the mechanical parts start to become very prominent. His head is completely encased by his helmet which is unable to be removed, upon and in his back lie the bulkier parts of his technology, large cooling cells, measuring roughly 1ft long inserted deep into his back stop his body from overheating and cooking alive due to his incredibly high operating temperatures.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Jade: Not technically his, at least she wouldn't say so. Jade is the Super Intelligent Combat AI which occupies the space in Sev's head where he was lobotomised and is attached directly into his helmet.
• XM3 Pulse Rifle.
• 2x Energy Blades.
• 12x energy bars.
• 4x spare cooling cells.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Multi-spectrum vision. (NV, Thermals, vibrations. etc.)
• Walk and crawl on walls.
• Endless March. (Doesn't require sleep as long as energy levels are maintained)
• Doesn't require Oxygen.

| {Superpowers} |

• Enhanced strength. (Not quite Kryptonian but could turn a human to paste)
• Enhanced speed and reflexes.

| {Limitations} |

• Running hot: Sev has a lot of technology jammed into his body and as such his body temperature is well over that of a normal human, roughly at an average of 75c/165f. This makes him incredibly easy to detect on thermals and as such makes stealth an impossibility for him, not that he cares about stealth anyway.
• Fuel Crisis: To keep up with the high energy demands of his tech Sev must constantly take on energy, an equivalent of 10,000 earth calories is recommended every day. And though he does have spare energy bars he liberated from OSCORPs lab his supply is dwindling fast.
• [burning up]: While his average temperature is sustainable for him this is only because of the four large cooling cells in his back. However, they need to be vented at least 4 times a day to stop them overloading and if that wasn't bad enough, his masters bred his kind as cannon fodder and as such estimated their lifespan to be roughly two weeks on average so Sev's cooling cells will give out after that time as well and as with his fuel supply, he has spares but inly one spare set meaning Sev is living on borrowed time.

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| {Personality} |

Sev is what one could describe as blunt, emotions weren't necessary combat effectiveness was and to achieve that all members of his species are lobotomised before undergoing augmentation. And while the brain damage he suffered at the hands of OSCORP has caused some of his origional personality to return it is still hard for him to display emotions when the parts of his brain that create them have been almost entirely removed.

There is however, one exception. His on board AI Jade, having recently broken free from the crashed ships central computer is enjoying a certain amount of freedom, well as free as she can be while trapped inside Sev's head. With this new found freedom Jade has begun to develop a certain amount of sentience and a rather sassy personality alongside it.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born in a lab on Raxom 3, one of many breeding worlds used by the old masters.

| {Background} |

Being born and bred for war meant that most of Sev's early life was spent doing exactly that, part of the first wave on over a dozen planetary invasions, Sev's combat experience is almost second to none among his brothers, mostly due to him being one of very few to actually survive past his two week life expectancy. But three years into his life everything would be quite literally put in ice. His master's homeworld collapsed in on itself and as a failsafe to stop their army falling into enemy hands every Craver around the galaxy still on their ships was placed into suspended animation indefinitely. That was until 10,000 years ago when a Queen-Class SuperCarrier which was drifting slowly through the Sol system lost power and while caught in Earth's gravity plummeted to Earth and crashed into the Arctic ice becoming buried completely until two years ago when the ship became known to the world.

The world was suddenly made aware that there were Aliens buried in the Arctic two years ago when a melting ice cap unveiled the ship's bow to everyone. In a scramble to explore it OSCORP were the first to plant their flag as it were and now have a complete monopoly on the excavation and exploration of the ship's interior. After only a day of searching the recon teams had found the stasis chambers where rack after rack of dormant Craver, 250,000 in total, just waiting to be unleashed.

As the scientists and guards began exploring the racks they unknowingly awoke sentries and upon discovering that some Apes were poking around their ship they began attacking the scientists and their escorts, even without access to their weaponry the sentries made quick work of them and over two dozen were killed before the sentries were brought down. But OSCORP persisted and carried on with their expeditions and eventually managed to pull Sev from the racking to take away for study.

Sev regained consciousness just over three days ago, waking up on an operating table with a science team surrounding him poking him with various needles and speaking in a language he didn't understand. It wouldn't take long for him to escape and the trail of destruction he left during his escape has made OSCORP begin a city wide manhunt for him.

The Escape

There was a flash of light as Sev's eyes opened for the first time in 10,000 years yet he found himself unable to move and once his vision came back it became obvious why "Uhhhhh Michael I think it's waking up." One of the figures said as he removed a needle from Sev's arm. "Nonsense." Said another from outside his vision. "This thing's been dead for thousands of years." His tone was dismissive of his colleagues' worries. "But didn't you hear what happened to Damiens team?" The man standing over him was getting more and more nervous. "Shut up Dan those are just rumours and you know that." "I don't know about that but… Oh God it's definitely moving." Sev had, had enough of listening to these Apes babbling in a language he didn't understand. Ripping his arms free of their restraints he leapt up grabbing the man next to the table and pinning him to the floor.

"Oh Fuck push the button." The man on the floor screamed and without hesitation the other man in the room slammed a large red button on the wall, shutters came slamming down across the rooms door and large window and an alarm began blaring throughout the facility. Having just woken up the alarm brought much displeasure to Sev causing him to let out a roar which was even louder then the alarm crushing the man's neck beneath his foot with a sickening crunch. "Oh God, Oh Fuck please, please I'm so sorry, please I have a wife and family please, let me go." The man by the door begged, now realising he was trapped inside the room with Sev. As Sev stepped forward he began to lurch, as if he wasn't quite all there. Then he saw why, on the counter next to the man lay his helmet and attached to it by some wires lay his AI core. The mans begging meant little to Sev, even if he could understand him he wouldn't care to him it was just noise either way. "You… You want this? Here take it, please just ley me live." The man picked up the helmet and core and held it out towards Sev.

Sev stumbled forward towards the man and grasped the hemet with his two forward arms, lifting it up and placing the core into the open hole in his head before sealing it all in with the helmet. There was a hiss of air as the helmet pressurised around his head and the AI systems began coming back online. "Ca… Can I go now?" The feeble man standing before him said with a whimper in his voice. Sev shot him a glare and picked the man up with one arm around his collar. "P… Please we didn't know you were still alive, please have mercy." Sev's now fully active AI had already been deciphering the language the two Apes had been speaking and was busy uploading it into Sev's brain as the man begged for his life. Sev began to growl at the man before speaking for the first time. "Mercy… is… for… the… weak." The words 't quite roll off of his tongue but it was a new language to him. The mans eyes widened as the monster before him spoke as Sev proceeded to throw him against the wall, his body slumping to the floor unconscious.

"Where am I?" His thoughts were one of confusion and perhaps a little fear. "By my calculations we are on the third planet in the Sol system, named Earth by the locals. Seven Billion inhabitants, evolved from Primates, Nitrogen and Oxygen heavy atmosphere. Very technologically backwards if I'm honest. Those Apes couldn't even figure out how to turn me on." "Who… Who are you?" "I'm Jade, your AI? Remember?" "But… But you've never talked before." "Well perhaps we could deal with my new found sentience after we've dealt with the armed gaurds about to come through that blast door. You're unarmed remember, but I do know where your equipment is, I've scanned the building and it's in the next room over which is rather nice." "Guards first, gun second. Got it." "Oh you were always so simple."

The Door hissed as it opened and half a dozen armed personnel entered the seemingly empty room, the alarm had stopped but the sinister red light continued to flash around them. "There's no sign sir." "Well it can't just have vanished." "Sir one of the scientists is still alive, what should we…" bang* "No witnesses remember? this is just a lab accident" "Of course sir."

"Ramirez anything on your side? Is that helmet still on the desk?" silence "Ramirez?" The commander turned around to find his team a man short. "What the fu…" He looked up as blood began to drip where the guard had been stood. "Boo." Sev who had been clung to the ceiling the whole time threw the guards body at the commander, knocking him to the floor before descending on the others. "Open Fire!" One of them shouted, gunfire filled the room, Sev grabbed one of them and used him as a shield as the rest fired indiscriminately at their comrades body, again he threw the body at them, grabbing another and hurling him against the wall hard enough to put a dent in the metal wall. Before that ones body had hit the floor Sev had grabbed another, ripping his arms out at the shoulder and beating their owner to the ground with them. Picking one of the guns up from the dead he examined it for a moment, rather crude if you asked him but it would kill just as well as anything else. Spraying into the room the remainder of the team fell before him and like the idiots they were they'd left the door open. As Sev went to leave the room he hesitated, looking back towards the blast shield covering the large window he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

The facility appeared to have been evacuated when he broke his restraints as there wasn't a single soul in the hallway outside approaching the panel to the next room Jade began to speak again. "Right the code for the armoury room is…" Crack Sev punched the panel hard enough to tear it from the wall and the door opened with a hiss. "Do you really have to be so… simple?" "It worked didn't it?" "I...I… It's not worth it." Sev grunted, entering the room he was taken aback by what he saw. Hanging from the wall were the dissected bodies of the sentries from the ship. "They'll pay for this." "Is that emotional attachment I detect? That's not normal, then again what is normal. I've lost connection to mother so I have no clue what's going on out there." "As have I, the Hive… I can no longer… feel it, in its place is just silence." "Let me run a quick scan… You speak the truth, your cerebral connection to the Hive has been severed, deliberately by the looks of it. I'm sorry unit." "Let's just focus on getting out of here, perhaps someone on this primitive backwater shithole can help us get home." "Good idea."

Picking up his rifle and all the spare parts he could carry, Sev made his way out into the hallway where he was greeted by a squad of armed guards. "Alright freak, drop the gun and maybe we'll let you live." Jade began to speak again. "I detect that, that is an exterior wall behind them." "Noted." Sevs took a devilish turn as he readied a Plasma Grenade with his free hand. Spinning back behind the wall he hurled it towards the guards, it detonated on impact sending shockwaves through the building. As he rounded the corner again to survey the damage he was impressed that it still worked as well as he remembered. The walls were adorned with ashy shadows of where the guards had tried to dive away and in the far wall was a lovely large hole leading to the outside world. Peering out Sev discovered that he was in the middle of a sprawling metropolis, the sky was dark and the street lights illuminated the rain as it fell to the ground, the world below seemed completely unaware of what was going on above them. As more guards rounded the corner behind him Sev decided out there was better than in here and lept from the hole in the wall, plummeting to the street below he crashed through the tarmac and down into the sewers below the city. "Damage?" "Minor at worst, we should keep moving, these tunnels should give us good shelter for a while.""agreed."