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[Descartes]

Daddy Liberty

DADDY LIBERTY

Daddy Liberty, a human with literally a demon bound to his soul. He struggles daily both existentially and physically as his body and mind are torn asunder by a demon. In order to maintain his status as living, and his consciousness his own, Daddy Liberty must fight constantly in order to feed the demon and keep it satisfied.

Name: CPL James Robert Vice]
Age: 21
Race: Human
Bio: James Robert Vice, sometimes Jim or Jim-Bob as his family calls him, was born and raised in what would best be described as a "white-trash" family in Northern Florida. He grew up in a trailer with his parents, his older brother, and his younger two sisters. As the "middle child" of the family, Jim or sometimes Jim-Bob was often neglected. He was too old for hand-me-downs but too young to get his own things. Most of what Jim had, he had to make for himself. His father was a raging alcoholic, but was often too busy with his factory job to be at home to abuse his children. Jim's mother worked at a local diner and did not come home until even after Jim's father. Jim was left often to the mercy of his neighborhood.

In his childhood, Jim had a handful of close friends that he thought he got along with. None of them were really significant enough for their names to actually be remembered, though Jim, even at a young age, was not very sentimental. All he could recall was having a lot of fun. What he actually played and all the cartoons he had watched, however, were but a distant memory. There was a time where an alligator wandered onto his trailer park during the day time. Jim-Bob's uncle shot the alligator with his shot gun. Jim remembered eating quite well that afternoon.

Jim's education was as good as one could get as a poor child growing up in the South. Jim didn't work particularly hard. In his teenage years, he recalled having a fairly pessimistic outlook on life. The friends he had as a child had been gone his entire high school career. Then, he was a loner. Jim had no talents to speak of, though he never had the opportunity to really discover them. Jim hung out inside the room of his Freshman year homeroom teacher. At first, it was due to a detention. Eventually, he just grew comfortable there thanks to all the quiet. Jim didn't talk too often with his teacher. Sometimes the teacher would try to poke some personal information to try and understand Jim more. In response, Jim would try to weave some sort of distraction in order to excuse himself from divulging too much of his personal life. Jim hadn't actually too much to hide. This continued until his Junior year when the teacher was eventually fired and had to find work elsewhere.

When graduation came, Jim had no real choices. His scores were far too deplorable to actually be accepted into any good university, and he wasn't athletic enough to get any sports scholarships either. Then, Jim's choices were either work or the military. Jim's choice was soon sealed when a recruiter arrived at his school. He wasn't particular enamored by any of the flashy things any of the branches showed off- Jim was more interested in the benefits. Jim chose the army, hoping that he would be lost among all the grunts. Heaven forbid Jim would have to stand out.

Jim's primary MOS was 11B, or before he shipped off, 11X. His recruiters seemed to make a big deal out of it. His GT score wasn't impressive, but that didn't matter. It was in the winter that Jim shipped off. He spent a week at reception, a week that he would later refer as the "worst week of his life". That was until worse ones came of course. His first day in training began waking up for a fireguard shift at 0200 in the morning. He was, at that point, one of the few responsible enough to be intrusted with some else's work. Jim was never compensated for it. When he finished, he waited three hours in the freezing cold, before finally, the drill sergeants came. His bus ride between reception and the company were the last few minutes of rest before the gauntlet came.

Looking back, his training wasn't so hard. In fact, it was quite fun firing all his weapons. Walking a long ways, even with what was more or less 60 pounds of equipment, wasn't nearly as hard as he first thought. Of course, everything was trained up. Airborne school was even easier. Ranger school was naturally difficult. Jim made it through nonetheless.

Jim's first deployment was to Iraq. By then, he was Specialist Vice. Jim's deployment was easy up until the last mission returning to the FOB. His team was hit by an IED. Thanks to the medic, everyone survived. Jim went on with minimal injuries. Jim's next deployment was not for another year. Then, he was was Corporal Vice. A little peeved at his lateral promotion, Vice's problems had only just begun. His next deployment also began rather uneventfully. Two months in, however, his FOB was hit by a mortar strike. Explosives seemed to rain down as the sand was covered in red- the enemy had been firing their own out of catapults strapped with explosives. That day, it rained blood. Jim's sympathetic nervous system was trained by then. He went out in the fray and began firing back. When he ran out of .50 cal ammo, he used an M240B. When he ran out of 7.62, he moved onto an M249. When he ran out of belts, Jim moved onto using his own issued M4. When he ran out of 5.56, he moved onto his own issued M9. Almost single handedly, Jim had fended off a terrorist attack.

Shortly after the incident, Jim's deployment was cut short. He was given a bronze star with valor- unusual for his rank. With his award, Jim was sent home, the only survivor.

Alone, Jim sat in his barracks room, rifle in hand. He had been cleaning it for a while. Jim wanted to get the feeling out of his head, but still couldn't shake it. The doors were locked, and in spite of the constant knocking and sound of people congratulating him, Jim did not exit. He had been obsessing over depressing music for a while. Most of his earthly belongings, he had already given away on Craigslist. The only thing left for him was to end it all. Jim soon reached for a magazine loaded with only one round.

Name: Lenimetus
Age: Roughly 1900
Race: Demon
When he was a human, Lenimetus was a great soldier. He was one of many who fought for his nation's safety before finally falling in combat, hit by a stray arrow. This is at least as much as Lenimetus could remember. When he descended as low as he did, Lenimetus did not argue or try to bargain. He knew the consequences of his actions, even if he did do so for what might be considered "noble causes". As he lived a full life, Lenimetus decided he may also want to live a full death. First, however, he closed his eyes for what was to come.

Once a hardened body, Lenimetus was put through a crucible of torture each one more painful than the last. The first, Lenimetus was capable of handling. After all, his training had been much worse. The rest, however, had shown the fallen soul a completely new world of pain. It was through this pain that a new demon was forged. No longer was Lenimetus a mere human. His skin turned pitch black as did his eyes. He grew horns of gold and his once blonde hair had become bleach white. As a demon, however, he was weak.

Lenimetus was reborn as a pride demon, though the means in which he gains power are somewhat fitting. Easily put, Lenimetus feeds off the emotions generated during wartime. He feeds off strife, he feeds off struggle, and he feeds off depression. However, he had only been able to do so as he fought other demons. With no human vessel, Lenimetus was not capable of joining again in other wars. He was unable to grow in power. With this in mind, Lenimetus bid his time until it was just right.

Soon enough, he sent his spirit to the human world, and found an appropriate host in a war tested veteran. On the verge of suicide, the human's psyche was weak. In that moment, Lenimetus entered the human's body with little effort. There was, however, just one problem.

As the demon Lenimetus entered through Jim's mouth, Jim had begun to come to his senses again. He struggled for a second before mustering up the strength to point his rifle at his own head. Without even thinking, Jim pulled the trigger, halting the assimilation process.

When the shot was fired, people began to exit their rooms. There was pounding on Jim's door. Jim had already pulled the trigger on himself, and the shot should have killed him. However, the demon had taken the brunt of the force. The demon had somewhat successfully infiltrated the human's body, but lost a significant amount of power. At that point, Lenimetus had control of Jim's body. He could not draw so much attention to himself, and so he laid on the ground. Jim did not argue, instead preferring to lay there, feigning his own death.

His body, then already mostly dead and in addition mostly demon, lacked the vital signs of any normal creature. Faking death was easy. In the weeks it took for Jim's body to be buried, he and the demon argued. Lenimetus, having gained a sharp tongue, used his powers to make a pact with the boy. Lenimetus needed energy, and to do so, had to continue fighting. In exchange for fighting for the demon, and thus feeding the demon, Jim would continue to have his body and the ability to live. It was a win-win as they both cheated death.

When the final patch of dirt was lain, Lenimetus had regenerated Jim's face. Due to his demonic energy, however, Jim's face returned in a more demonic fashion. It looked deformed and short, asymmetrical horns protruded from the sides of his head. Jim could not fight in his own army again- he could not risk himself or any of his fellow soldiers. Using the demon's powers, Jim stole several weapons before fleeing the scene. Lenimetus, in his boredom as well as to test his new found abilities, decided to thrust himself along with his host into a different dimension. From there, the journey of Daddy Liberty truly began.

Equipment:

Freedom Main: An M16 A4 with mounted bayonet. It is, for the most part, a normal M16 with selective fire, a rear sight aperture, and colored black. Jim has had this same rifle since he stole it from the armory so many years ago. It fires 5.56mm NATO rounds, however, in the absence of ammo, Jim is able to use Lenimetus' powers to fire shots of dark energy which have about a comparable speed and power to 5.56. It has a fixed bayonet which reaches five inches from the barrel. Jim cleans his rifle religiously.

Lady Liberty: An M4 A1. Lady Liberty was the rifle Jim was issued, as well as the one he shot himself with. It is comparable to his M16, but shorter and without three-round burst. Due to the strong emotions associated with Lady Liberty, the bullets fly faster and hit harder than a normal M4. Lady Liberty is also attached with an M203 grenade launcher which fires M67 fragmentation grenades.

Uncle Sam the Justice: An M240B and Jim's weapon of choice. While it is meant to be a crew serve, Jim's augmented strength allows him to use it the same way one would be able to use a normal assault rifle. Jim carries a spare barrel on him. The barrels must constantly be switched, otherwise the weapon risks overheating and thus malfunctioning.

Liquid Freedom: An IV bag filled with 500 ml of magic whiskey. Its affects allow the user to clear his mind when taken orally. When taken intravenously, it stimulates the sympathetic nerves giving the user enhanced strength and reflexes. If taken anally, a dose of at least 300 ml, the user falls into a deep sleep where he utilizes an increased amount of his body's energy in order to heal. The IV bag refills every day at exactly 0200 in the morning.

Ammunition: At all times, Jim is prepared with seven 30-round magazines of 5.56mm NATO ammunition, and two 200-round belts of 7.62mm NATO. He also carries four M67 fragmentation grenades.

Mask: A mask fashioned out of solid steel into the shape of a Punisher skull. The skull is painted over with the American flag. Apart from face protection and concealing Jim's deformities, it has no real use in combat.

Powers:

Demon Strength: Augmented by the demon living inside of him, Jim is capable of exerting ten times the force an average human can, capable of lifting two tons for a period of twenty minutes. His endurance is also superhuman, allowing him to run long distances, over 100 miles without tiring while in full gear. Jim's pain tolerance and speed, however, are still about average human levels.

Freedom's Wings: The ability to summon a giant eagle. Once a demonic tool of Lenimetus, Jim's spirit changed the beast into a symbol of freedom. The eagle is capable of carrying one person up to 300 pounds on its back, and can fly continuously for almost 10,000 miles without stopping, at a speed of up to 120 mph. When called upon, Freedom's Wings takes ten minutes to respond and appear. If it sustains enough damage that it would be near death, the eagle vanishes in a veil of plumes not to be seen for another week.

Regeneration: While nothing to brag about, using the power of Lenimetus, Jim is capable of slowly and painfully regenerating an organ. This is a conscious effort on Jim's part, as he is forcing Lenimetus's demonic energy and attempting to shape it into a more human form. The main use is stopping superficial wounds as well as encouraging the creation of clotting factors on not-so-superficial wounds so as to simply stop bleeding. Should Jim not take the concious effort, Lenimetus would take over and make the aforementioned part less human, and thus less appealing to Jim. This is, however, much faster than simply taking control.

[Descartes]

Huang Xi Na

Name: Huang Xi Na
Age: 27, maybe
Sex: Male

Biography: There are mysteries behind Huang's birth. His ancestry is largely unknown and modern DNA testing has led to inconclusive results. Huang was found as a baby at the footsteps of a temple on the Wudang mountains. There, he was raised by monks who had lived there all their lives. The monks named Huang in the likeness of their god, as a sign of respect.

Huang learned various skills which allowed him to survive, which included gardening and cooking. Huang rarely left the temple, and so most of his supplies were provided by the monks. Huang was also trained in the monks' martial art style of fists and grappling. He was trained under the main values of the temple: Force, Loyalty, and Respect. Training was rarely rigorous, but required immense dedication, as it required a change in lifestyle for the students of the art. Their martial arts were greatly ingrained into their religion, and training of the body was a spiritual matter as much as a physical one. Monks of the faith had great, bulky, muscular bodies. In addition to their bodies, the spiritual power of the monks too were great.

As it was important to training, rest was taken as seriously as diet and exercise. Meditation was also an important factor, the monks spending hours on end attempting to communicate and yolk with their god. Huang was no exception, and did in fact have several sessions which seemed successful. The monks were pleased with Huang's progress.

When he came of age, Huang was given a trial by the monks. Using the fist style, Huang was tasked to fight each and every monk he had trained with. After much struggle, Huang emerged victorious. His fist was truly the strongest.

The monks soon revealed Huang's destiny. He was to make a pilgrimage to the great cities of the world in search of a magical device which could traverse the plains. Once he found it, the trials would truly begin.

With modern amenities such as airplanes, Huang was quickly capable of finding what he was looking for. In a physics lab in Sweden, the scientists were working on a project to prove the multiverse theory. Though he barely understood the language, Huang volunteered to be a part of the project. As if by fate, Huang was accepted and took the device. Using it, he changed to a different world for the first time.

Traversing the planes for months, Huang fought many battles in search for the purpose of his strange destiny.

Wu-Tang Five-Knuckle Boxing: A martial arts style practiced by monks of the Wudang mountain which Huang was trained in. More religious practice than fighting style, Wu-Tang boxing was designed to yolk with the god of the religion that Huang himself was named after. Huang, having spent his entire life training in the martial art, had become something of an embodiment of the living god. While it is called "boxing" the art in fact focuses on grapples. Special techniques tend to have long, flowery names which must be declared fully in order to be used properly.

Increased Strength and Physique: Those who practice the Wu-Tang style possess great, glorious, muscular bodies. They are at the peak of human health, and because of the natural way they reach this state, are capable of easily maintaining this state. Huang can lift up to a ton for prolonged periods of time.
Increased Spiritual Prowess: Many years of meditation allow the monks to possess great spiritual presence, forming an aura around their bodies. This aura allows them to interact with metaphysical entities, allowing them to even grasp fire in their hands as if it were a solid object.
First Knuckle, the Glorious Dawn- Beginning of a New Era, and Birth of a New God: This is the only technique truly taught by the temple. All newcomers are taught the First Knuckle, and meditate on its use in order to learn the other four. The First Knuckle focuses on the knuckle of the index finger. The user focuses his internal spiritual energy into that single area in a single flash, allowing him to exert five times the normal force of a single punch using only that knuckle. With the increased strength of the monks, this means Huang can easily break through solid steel walls in a single blow of the First Knuckle.
Second Knuckle, the Pilgrimage- Thousand Mile Journey of a Thousand Lost Souls: Focusing on the energy aspect of the Wu Tang style, the Second Knuckle allows the user to focus spiritual energy within themselves, then propel it outwards as a ranged attack through the knuckle of their pinkie finger. While only half as powerful as the First Knuckle, the Second Knuckle allows the user to attack an opponent up to a hundred meters away, and only stopping at the hundred meter mark.
Third Knuckle, the Rising Star- High Above the Earth and Among the Gods: Based on the thumb knuckle, the Third Knuckle allows the user to exert enough force to take flight, keeping them in the air as if levitating. They can use a part of the sky as if it were solid ground, not losing any momentum or leverage from attacking from flight. The Third Knuckle allows the user to fly at around running speed. For Huang, this is 25 miles per hour.
Fourth Knuckle, the Funeral- Feast of the Hungry Ghosts: Focused on the middle finger knuckle, the Fourth Knuckle is a chain punch. The user attacks the target using only the middle finger in a flurry of blows. Each hit is only a third as powerful as the First Knuckle, however, hits multiple times. If the user so much as touches the target with anything but the middle finger, the chain-punch stops and the power becomes that of the user's base strength.
Fifth Knuckle, the Union- Clashing of Two Heavens Creating a New Earth: By touching the two ring fingers, the user is capable of creating a duplicate. This double has the exact same strength and speed as the user. The two share a single consciousness, and are capable of feeling through each others senses. In addition, when one gets hurt, so does the other. By touching their four ring fingers together, the two may combine once again. Once united, the duplicates heal half their damage sustained.
Knuckle Zero: Focuses energy into the user's mind, allowing the user to briefly experience increased thinking power and reflexes and precision. For a single minute at a time, the user is capable of catching flies mid-air with his pinkie finger.
Final Attack, the Five-Knuckle Shuffle: The ultimate culmination of meditation and training. A living god steps into Huang's body, imbuing him with all of its power. The user swipes his hand on his own face several times before his target. The power of the First Knuckle, is then focused through all of the user's hand, allowing him to trike with six times the force of the First Knuckle for a single time. Before striking the opponent, Huang is capable of flight up to 80 miles per hour. After hitting its mark, the user experiences a great drop in power, reducing them to the strength of a normal human and keeping them from using any of the knuckle arts for the remainder of the day. In order to use the Five-Knuckle Shuffle, the user must have used all the other five knuckles in order within a time frame of twelve minutes.

[Descartes]

Heavy Metal Man Hunter

Name: Jordan Prentice
Alias: Heavy Metal Man Hunter
Age: 92
Sex: Male
Race: Vampire (Formerly Human)

Power Level Category: Mid
Vampire Clan: Gangrel
Subgenre of Metal: Gothic Metal
Shred Level: Ultimate

Biography: Jordan Prentice was born in the early 20th century in a quiet suburb of Los Angeles. His mother was a housewife which took care of Jordan. His father was a sailor enlisted into the US Navy. Jordan grew up as an only child. Spoiled, his first disappointment was when his father left as the First World War broke out. Jordan cried for days. He had many friends growing up, as far as he could remember. Jordan was much more sociable as a child than he was as an adult. It seemed that the older he got, the more solitary he became.

In his twenties, the second world war broke out. Not wanting to be in the war like his father, Jordan dodged the draft by excusing himself with a college education. His major was music- something which seemed simple enough to him at first glance. It was in college where he learned the fundamentals of music. It was also in college where he became a vampire. The one who embraced him was a woman who had been in the body of a twelve-year-old girl for over two hundred years. Her childer was once a Scottsman who escaped to the Americas after his clan saw persecution in his homeland. She was turned after her vampire parent saw a little girl dying of the bubonic plague. The vampire, unable to catch the disease, embraced the girl to save her from sickness.

His parent was an 10th generation vampire, thus making Jordan Prentice the 11th in line to have received the embrace. It was unknown why Jordan was embraced himself. The woman who embraced him had helped him for his first five years. The two developed a strange romance, the woman helping Jordan integrate himself into vampire society. He was soon introduced to vampire politics. While he was immersed in the life of a vampire, he had gone missing for years as a human. Society had simply declared him dead, his mother having a grave stone for him right next to his father. Jordan still visits those grave markers.

As time went by, Jordan slipped further and further into seclusion, until suddenly, a call came. Jordan was given a letter, tasked to kill a man for a sum of money. In his unlife, Jordan had no need for such earthly compensation, and yet he commenced with the job. The man was slain, his body drained of blood, and then his body disposed of. When he met his new boss, it was another vampire. He too was 11th generation but older than Jordan. His mission was made clear when Jordan was given his next target- another vampire. This time, much thinner in blood, and Jordan himself could sense it. His targets were thin-blooded vampires, those of 19th and 20th generation. Simply put, his job was to "delay the apocalypse", removing the amount of thinblooded vampires. Jordan became known in the vampire community as an infamous kinslayer. He adopted a new facade- the Heavy Metal Man Hunter.

It seemed that Jordan actually had some kind of talent for it. These talents did not go unnoticed, however. An inter-dimensional traveler took notice. Jordan was then tasked to hunt targets not from the same universe and given the proper tools to do so.

Note - Gangrel: Jordan's vampire clan. Thought to have originated in medieval England, the Gangrel are a group of vampires who have gained a stronger affinity to their beast aspect as opposed to other vampires who choose to suppress it. In Jordan's universe, most vampires may only change into their bat forms while the moon is out. Gangrel have better control of their beast form, allowing them to change between it and their human form whenever they please, and may change into a form between beast and man.

Note - Sunlight: A common practice among vampire parents and children is to test resistance to sunlight. Those with thinner blood generally last longer as opposed to those with thicker blood. Jordan, an 11th generation vampire, is capable of lasting ten minutes as opposed to his parent who could last only six. While burning, the vampire very realistically catches on fire, allowing them to burn other things in the area. The vampire then becomes a pile of ashes covering a shriveled corpse. In order to reverse the process, the body must receive blood from their own body prior to vampirization no more than 4 hours after death but no less than two. The vampire must then feed within the next 24 hours. If a vampire does not receive blood within this time frame, they die their final death.

Equipment:

Mask of the Moon: A silver thespian mask with the mouth cut off, the bottom shaped into fangs. The mask is enchanted to be extremely durable, capable to stand 6 shots of 9mm before breaking. The mask protects the wearer from the sun, and as long as the mask remains on the wearer's face, he does not burn in direct sunlight. The mask also suppresses the inner beast within Jordan, allowing him to stay more controlled and think more clearly.

Kodokuna Kazuko: A pair of reverse bladed katanas which Jordan reverse wields. They are made with a black steel forged with the blood of a 5th generation vampire within the blades. While in the absence of sunlight, Kodokuna Kazuko automatically protects its wielder, the blades going to the place of any threats and meeting them with the cutting edge. The blades themselves seem nigh unbreakable, folded over a thousand times. They are held on each side of his hip by a leather strap connecting them to the belt of his trench coat. The sheathes are fashioned from wood and covered in black leather.

Rain Shadow: A Deagle brand Eagle with the metal colored to a dark blue and fashioned with a pattern similar to the groove on Kazuko's blades. Its magazine well is modified for 6 rounds of .44 magnum. It is otherwise mundane. There is a leather strap which goes over Jordan's right shoulder with the holster of the pistol on Jordan's torso.

Shroud of Darkness: Made from black silk with the ashes of vampires that died in the sunlight sewn in, the Shroud of Darkness is a macabre reminder of Jordan's very real mortality. The shroud takes the form of a long black trench coat which Jordan wears unzipped. The shroud has properties which allow it to nullify damage. A blade or bullet which meets the coat simply slide off. The shroud also allows Jordan to become invisible as long as he is not within direct sunlight.

Vial: A small vial containing 10 ml of Jordan's own blood from before he became a vampire. Enchanted with vampire magic, the blood does not spoil and the vial does not break so long as Jordan remains alive and conscious. The vial is a last ditch should he actually die from either sunlight of crucifiction, the vial would break on its own rejuvenating Jordan.

Abilities:

Vampirism: A strange mutation which his vampire parent adapted was the ability to absorb blood from any part of the body- including hair and nails. This has no apparent adverse affects on absorption, and is the reason why Jordan keeps his hair long. By draining a body nearly to the brink of death, and then giving the body a bit of his own blood, Jordan can "embrace" a mortal and turn them into a vampire. Jordan ust drink blood every 48 hours, otherwise the Mask of Moon fails to work, and he enters his beast form involuntarily. The beast then seeks the highest point it could find and waits for sunlight to kill it. Crucifiction and sunlight are surefire ways to ensure Jordan's final death, however, dealing enough damage to kill a human would put Jordan in a comatose state for three days.

Arachnophobia: When Jordan has an excess of blood in his system, he is capable of using said blood to create a mass of spiders equal in biomass to the amount of blood he chose to expend. Jordan has complete control over these spiders. The spiders can explore and seek blood for Jordan, draining about twice their size in blood before reaching full capacity. These spiders also burn in direct sunlight, however, as long as Jordan wears the Mask of Moon, they are safe.

Ferrophobia: Jordan can manipulate the blood of a freshly drained victim in order to create a thin armor around him which can repel force up to that of a cannonball and protects from magic in one hit. He needs at least 500 ml of blood in order to create one layer of armor.

Trypophobia: Jordan is capable of manipulating blood into a ball of energy which he can fire at a target. When it hits its mark (or misses and hits something else) the ball creates a series of uneven holes. The ball itself has about the force of a 9mm bullet fired from an M9 and are not much bigger but are definitely rounder.

Beast Form: Jordan's inner beast is a bat, as have his vampire ancestors. He can at will, transform into a bat. His full beast form, however, is more humanoid. It is bald with pointed ears, tufts of hair coming out from the back. His entire mouth becomes fangs and his arms expand, growing a webbing between his arms and his torso which allow him flight. A pair of ebony horns grow from the back of Jordan's skull forming a crown as they reach to the front of his head. His skin changes from a pale-blue to a deep, leathery gray.