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Dehumanized

Jet

Jet stood at the top of the building for what felt like half an hour waiting in anticipation for someone to exit the building. Just as he began to get bored, he saw the door open to the building with two girls, one who had looked up and saw him. Neither of them came outside but instead quickly shut the door. Jet knew that the scene he had left and the sight of him must have scared them and caused them to retreat back to safety. He decided to go see for himself knowing that they would not be coming outside and jumped quickly, falling before landing lightly on the pavement, using his wings to slow his descent. "I am getting sick of you dirty wolves entering my territory!" he shouted coldly. Jet slowly walked closer before making a sudden stop. "I know one of you was hunting them along with me. I would like to speak with you, I promise I will not bring any harm to you." Jet said in a calmer tone.

Dehumanized

@Nyther where is your character located I know he was at Yellowstone in the description but is he still there or somewhere else?

Dehumanized

Jet

Perched on a building like a bird, Jet looked more like a mechanical angel as he watched over the city under the clear sky. It was a perfect day for things to scavenge for new supplies. The city was a good place for easy pickings since people go in and out of it constantly. He looked around calmly and spotted a Jeep driving on a road with around five people inside about a block ahead from where he was. Multiple bullets then came down, killing two of the people inside. It seemed as if someone else had the same idea. The jeep had begun to speed up but came to a sudden stop swerving, as two of the tires were shot out from underneath it. Jet knew it was time as he stood up and started his wingsuit and jumped from the building. He flew towards the Jeep as fast as he could. Jet saw three people exit the vehicle and as he reached them, he stretched his legs out in front of him and grabbed one of them by his shoulders, like an eagle picking a fish from the water and slammed him into the ground, cracking the pavement under him. This killed the man instantly from the impact. He then turned around, pulling his energy pistols out and sending two large purple bolts through the chest of the other man, leaving large cauterized holes through his body as he fell lifelessly to the ground. The remaining female was already in the building and out of reach. He wasted no time looting and grabbed what guns and supplies he could inspecting the area once more. Jet then flew to the top of the building opposite of the one the girl had entered and perched on the edge waiting.

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Dehumanized

Jet

Name: Jet Moore

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: A large assortment of weapons at his hideout but carries mainly dual energy pistols with two firing modes: a beam and semi-auto, frag and energy grenades.

Skills: engineering technologist, advanced wilderness survival, trained in firearms and hand to hand combat.

Abilities: enhanced intelligence.

Appearance Description: Jet is 6" tall and weighs 175 lbs. (refer to pictures for looks.)

Brief Personality: Jet is a reserved person and tends to stick to himself since he is not very good with manners or socializing due to his past and constant studies. This leads to a lot of situations where he is too blunt. He is relatively nice and good-hearted but he is not the best at showing it. He is very loyal to those he does get close to but that has not been anyone for a long time. He is a reliable and trustworthy guy, not afraid to protect others or himself. His actions could have him perceived as a bad person but it's all perspective. He is willing to do anything to preserve himself.

Brief Background: Jet grew up in Washington, D.C. His parents died in a house when he was ten years old but his family had been wealthy enough to live in a secured area up until that point. Jet was taken into an adoption centre which was overflooded with kids already. He continued his education and focused on it. He had always been at the top of his class from the very day he ever started his education. He moved on to the remaining college system in the area to pursue his studies in engineering. Jet spent his free time creating and immersing himself with technology. He barely noticed the militant rule of the city he lived in as he had always been so immersed in his studies. It was easier to forget the loss of his family if he just never stopped. Jet had been working on his own wing-suit and energy weapons in an abandoned warehouse, something mankind had never seen possible. His unknowingly enhanced intelligence allowed him to pursue such creations. Not interested in following laws, he used his new creation to go to New York City and escape D.C., which normally did not let people in or out much. Now, Jet enjoys reclusion in the abandoned city.

Alone or with someone?: Alone

Other: Winged suit providing flight and enhanced strength, Helmet providing enhanced sight(including thermal/night vision) and enhanced hearing.

Wing Suit

Helmet and flight clothes

Alaia

Name: Alaia Clematis

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: None uses her ability

Skills: hand to hand combat, basic survival skills.

Abilities: Molecule Manipulation (Ability to mentally manipulate the molecules one's self on a molecular level.)

Appearance Description: Alaia is 5'8" tall and weighs 120 lbs. (refer to picture for looks.)

Brief Personality: would prefer to reveal IC.

Brief Background: would prefer to reveal IC.

Alone or with someone?: Wolves

Other:

Post-Apocalyptic Idea

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Superhumans

Sorin

"Uh, hey. Where are we going?"

Sorin decided on keeping the girl alive. Besides her good looks, she had some sort of regenerative ability that would prove useful to him. "Well this van isn't going anywhere but I need you to come with me. These are bad people and you don't really have much of a choice." He knew this would be a tough situation to get out considering he couldn't just change form with her, so he decided to wing it. Sorin then pulled a pistol from his coat and aimed to where the driver would be on the other side of the metal divider and pulled the trigger. The vehicle swerved off the road, hitting a guard rail with a rough thud that shook the vehicle. "Okay this is our stop. Take my hand and get ready when the door opens."

Superhumans

Sorin

Police sirens began to rung through the air after the report of gunshots. The CEO of Office Supplies Inc. was an undercover organized crime syndicate. Sorin was merely a freelance assassin but he had been personally requested to assassinate the entire Bellemore family. The reason why was none of his concern. It had taken only a moment to go in and dispose of the targets. Getting away was not an issue since he was able to dissipate into tiny molecules to become the form of a gas. He watched as the young daughter suddenly woke from death itself to his surprise. She was obviously startled and the reaction that followed was predictable. The police that arrived into the room in bulk seemed to pick up on something being off about her survival. Sorin watched as she was led into an unknown van outside. He moved through the air with ease into the vehicle to follow her before it drove off. This could easily become a problem. He was going to have to take her or kill her again, which could prove difficult being as she survived a gunshot. Sorin then took physical form once the van was moving and everything settled down for the most part. He looked over at the young girl and said, "Hello there." He was a tall young man with pale skin and long blonde hair. The clothes he wore were all black like most assassins. His eyes were a piercing blue and they were bearing down on the girl with no emotion.

Superhumans

Sorin

Name:Sorin Nyxas
Nicknames:
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: straight
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs.
Occupation: Assassin
Superhuman ability: Reactive adaptation/evolution
Ability to develop a resistance or immunity to whatever they were injured by or exposed to. This effect can be permanent or temporary.
Molecular manipulation
Ability to mentally manipulate the molecules of objects or one's self on a molecular level
Tendency towards good, evil or neutrality? : evil

Superhumans

Sorin

Name:Sorin Nyxas
Nicknames:
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: straight
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs.
Occupation: Assassin
Superhuman ability: Reactive adaptation/evolution
Ability to develop a resistance or immunity to whatever they were injured by or exposed to. This effect can be permanent or temporary.
Molecular manipulation
Ability to mentally manipulate the molecules of objects or one's self on a molecular level
Tendency towards good, evil or neutrality? : evil