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U N I V E R S A L ™ (Accepting New Players!)

@Jotunn Draugr KL is working on the IC post right now in the titanpad.

U N I V E R S A L ™ (Accepting New Players!)

The Reaper

Archetype: Sharpshooter

Name: Astor Servius

Alias: The Reaper

Age: 31

Powers: Astor has no real powers to speak of. What he does have are the skills that he has acquired, and continue to acquire, throughout his lifetime.

⦁ Astor has spent most of his life in the military and as such has acquired a great deal of knowledge from his training, from things like interrogation techinques to bomb disposal just to name a few.

⦁ Due to his intense training regimens Astor has reached the peak physical conditioning that normal people are able to acquire. His
strength, speed, endurance, agility, and durability are all on par or above Olympic level athletes. Due to this Astor is capable of press lifting up to twice his body weight and can press lift 400lbs.

⦁ Astor is an expert in many forms of combat, from karate to Krav Maga. He continues to train in other forms of combat often times using different moves from various styles to create his own fighting technique. He combines any new fighting style he begins to study into his regimen of calisthenics and katas.

⦁ Besides hand-to-hand combat Astor is also a weapons specialist, even going so far as to learn alternative combat styles like swordsmanship and archery. Much like his hand-to-hand combat he continues to add more weapons styles to his list of abilities. He performs firing range practice on most days and on others practices in his alternative weapon styles.

⦁ Astor is also an expert tactician due to his military training and attention to detail. Armed mostly with conventional weapons he often has to rely more on strategy than strength when up against any super powered opponents. If the opportunity is available Astor will use his skills to make sure that any battlefield he is thrown into is always in his favor.

⦁ To help make up for the fact that Astor has no powers he also wears a specially made body armor. With a Kevlar plating and Kevlar weave throughout the suit he can take small arms fire with ease as well as most bladed attacks.

Weaknesses: Although he is exceptionally trained Astor is still just a normal human and is susceptible to physical injury and disease, and all other standard human weaknesses.

Alignment: Villain

Personality: Cold, Calculating, Relentless, Adaptable, Egocentric

Appearance:

BRIEF Bio: From the age of 18 Astor left home and joined the Marines, where he spent the next two years working his way up the ranks before joining the Special Forces. At 24 he was recruited to become an agent of S.T.R.I.K.E.

Over the next few years he fought side by side with super powered individuals all over the world. It was during this time that the darker side of Astor began to emerge, as he would often use brutal tactics to bring down targets, super powered or otherwise, earning him the nickname of 'The Reaper' from other members of S.T.R.I.K.E. He never revealed to any of the others but he had grown quite fond of the name. At 28 he was disavowed by S.T.R.I.K.E. after what was suppose to be a simple recon mission took a turn for the worse, with only Astor returning back alive. Afterwards, he became a mercenary, selling his skills out to the highest bidder.

At 30, he was hired to travel to New Athens to assassinate the head of Sinn Corporation, Gilgamesh Sinn. Upon preparing to finish the job as Mr. Sinn was asleep he gave Astor a counter offer he couldn't refuse. Astor instead killed his original client, some CEO of another company that was wanting to take over Sinn Corporation.

As an added bonus Mr. Sinn also delivered a prototype body armor that was developed by his company. After receiving the body armor he faked his death himself and began calling himself 'The Reaper'. For the last year he has continued to work as a mercenary and just recently moved to New Athens.

Storylines: He can be apart of whatever he needs to be apart of.

Notes: Nothing for the time being.

U N I V E R S A L ™ (Accepting New Players!)

The Reaper

Archetype: Sharpshooter

Name: Astor Servius

Alias: The Reaper

Age: 31

Powers: Astor has no real powers to speak of. What he does have are the skills that he has acquired, and continue to acquire, throughout his lifetime.

⦁ Astor has spent most of his life in the military and as such has acquired a great deal of knowledge from his training, from things like interrogation techinques to bomb disposal just to name a few.

⦁ Due to his intense training regimens Astor has reached the peak physical conditioning that normal people are able to acquire. His
strength, speed, endurance, agility, and durability are all on par or above Olympic level athletes. Due to this Astor is capable of press lifting up to twice his body weight and can press lift 400lbs.

⦁ Astor is an expert in many forms of combat, from karate to Krav Maga. He continues to train in other forms of combat often times using different moves from various styles to create his own fighting technique. He combines any new fighting style he begins to study into his regimen of calisthenics and katas.

⦁ Besides hand-to-hand combat Astor is also a weapons specialist, even going so far as to learn alternative combat styles like swordsmanship and archery. Much like his hand-to-hand combat he continues to add more weapons styles to his list of abilities. He performs firing range practice on most days and on others practices in his alternative weapon styles.

⦁ Astor is also an expert tactician due to his military training and attention to detail. Armed mostly with conventional weapons he often has to rely more on strategy than strength when up against any super powered opponents. If the opportunity is available Astor will use his skills to make sure that any battlefield he is thrown into is always in his favor.

⦁ To help make up for the fact that Astor has no powers he also wears a specially made body armor. With a Kevlar plating and Kevlar weave throughout the suit he can take small arms fire with ease as well as most bladed attacks.

Weaknesses: Although he is exceptionally trained Astor is still just a normal human and is susceptible to physical injury and disease.

Alignment: Villain

Personality: Cold, Calculating, Relentless, Adaptable, Egocentric

Appearance:

BRIEF Bio: From the age of 18 Astor left home and joined the Marines, where he spent the next two years working his way up the ranks before joining the Special Forces. At 24 he was recruited to become an agent of S.T.R.I.K.E.

Over the next few years he fought side by side with super powered individuals all over the world. It was during this time that the darker side of Astor began to emerge, as he would often use brutal tactics to bring down targets, super powered or otherwise, earning him the nickname of 'The Reaper' from other members of S.T.R.I.K.E. He never revealed to any of the others but he had grown quite fond of the name. At 28 he was disavowed by S.T.R.I.K.E. after what was suppose to be a simple recon mission took a turn for the worse, with only Astor returning back alive. Afterwards, he became a mercenary, selling his skills out to the highest bidder.

At 30, he was hired to travel to New Athens to assassinate the head of Sinn Corporation, Gilgamesh Sinn. Upon preparing to finish the job as Mr. Sinn was asleep he gave Astor a counter offer he couldn't refuse. Astor instead killed his original client, some CEO of another company that was wanting to take over Sinn Corporation.

As an added bonus Mr. Sinn also delivered a prototype body armor that was developed by his company. After receiving the body armor he faked his death himself and began calling himself 'The Reaper'. For the last year he has continued to work as a mercenary and just recently moved to New Athens.

Storylines: He can be apart of whatever he needs to be apart of.

Notes: Nothing for the time being.

UNIVERSAL ™ iCheck [OC superhero Build-A-Universe]

I'm changing my character to a full villain, was playing with the idea of him being a type of mercenary, but I'll throw that out.

@Dblade26 Would you mind if I used Gil as part of my backstory? If you'd like I can pm you what I had in mind.

UNIVERSAL ™ iCheck [OC superhero Build-A-Universe]

The Reaper

Archetype: Sharpshooter

Name:

Alias: The Reaper

Age:

Powers:

Weaknesses:

Alignment: Walking the Line/Villain

Personality: [5 words best describing your character]

Appearance:

BRIEF Bio:

Storylines: [What do you have in mind for your character?]

Notes: [anything else you need to tell us?]

I'll finish this in a bit, having some internet issues right now.

The Strength of Love (A Zelda RP)

@HylianRose I like it! I'm working on my post and I'm planning on having Xander having heard rumors about the royal guards attacking people from the last town he was in before getting lost in the woods. He'll have no idea about the Moon mother though.

The Strength of Love (A Zelda RP)

@HylianRose That's no problem, everything's been slow lately anyway. I'd love to hear them, unless you just wanna keep them a secret and surprise me.

Welcome To The Underground Mission Force (Spy Action Roleplay)

Where'd everybody go?

Welcome To The Underground Mission Force (Spy Action Roleplay)

Mason carefully unwrapped the sandwich he had brought with him, making sure that the crinkle of the paper he had wrapped it with wouldn't be picked up by the Commander's microphone. He could care less how Flynn would feel about the sandwich, the Commander was another matter. He always had an ace up his sleeve, or rather a flask full of scotch in his pocket, to keep Flynn at bay. No matter how many times I ask them the cafeteria here just doesn't make that great of a sandwich. Mason thought to himself as he admired his creation, or at least half of his creation as he had hidden the other half for later. The sub he had brought with him was a masterpiece, at least to him anyway. Surely, there can't be a better sandwich anywhere on this Earth. He licked his lips as he gingerly picked up the sandwich and looked on in awe as he took in the ingredients of the sub when he heard the Commander signing off. Oh, shit!

Mason's eyes flicked over to Flynn as he asked, “You ready for this?” Their eyes met for just a brief moment over Flynn's shoulder and whether or not Flynn had even paid attention to the sandwich Mason couldn't tell, and Mason was in no position to answer Flynn's question with his mouth watering as much as it was. Luckily enough it seemed that Flynn wasn't expecting an answer as he began into the U.M.F.'s introduction for all recruits.

Hell! This little spiel hasn't changed since I was a recruit! He was reminded of when he woke up in one of the cramp little rooms, half asleep and half confused about how the hell he had even got there. He shrugged as he pushed his memories back down where they belonged. "Oh, well," He muttered as he licked his lips again before taking the first bite of his sandwich just as Flynn finished delivering his speech.

He hadn't even been able to pull the bite away before Flynn turned to Mason with his flask held out to him. Well that certainly is kind of him. Mason thought as he looked from the flask, to Flynn's face, to the sandwich in his mouth and back to the flask. Damn his generosity! He took the sandwich out of his mouth. "No, thanks," He used one of his hand to lift open his suit's jacket to reveal the steel flask in the inside pocket. "Got my own, but I promise to share." He looked at the sandwich longingly for a moment, contemplating whether he should share it or not before finally extending it towards Flynn. "Want some?" Mason shook the sandwich slightly as if trying to coax Flynn closer as if he were a dog in need of a good petting. "Uh," He pointed towards the beginning of his bite mark on the bread. "Maybe just stay away from that bit there."



Sabastian was still half asleep, but even half asleep he couldn't help the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn't back at the barracks anymore. He continued to keep his eyes closed and mimicked being asleep as best he could as he gingerly moved his arms and legs under the covers to try and get an idea of where he was. The blanket feels the same. So does the mattress and pillow. His feet pressed up against a wall about the same time that his hands hit another. But not I'm in a cubicle? Where the hell am I?! He could feel himself starting to panic as his mind raced with possibilities. Have I been kidnapped? No, no one in their right mind would kidnap a soldier from the middle of an army base. Then have I been rescued? That's even less likely, the squad wouldn't throw away their lives like I did. I'm still kicking myself for that. He tried to calm himself and bring his breathing back to normal, it took a few minutes but he was finally able to.

Okay, just open your eyes, Sebastian. Just open your eyes. Sebastian continue to tell himself that as he slowly, and carefully, opened his eyes. Okay, so I am in some kind of bunk. He thought as he looked at a black white wall he was facing. Getting some kind of bearing on where he was, although it didn't help him understand where he was, did help him calm down a bit more, enough that he could hear others in the room with him. I'm not alone. Sebastian took a moment and held his breath long enough to listen to the others. There are at least three others in here with me. So four total. But why?

He was violently pulled from his thoughts as a loud click activated the lights in the room banishing the darkness he had grown accustomed to and causing the white room to blind anyone foolish enough to be looking at it when they came on, namely himself. "Sonofa-" He started as he instinctively threw his hands over his eyes and tried to sit up only to bang his head into the top of the bunk his bed was in. Now he was blinded in an unknown room, with three other unknown people and already a minor head wound. He wasn't much of a soldier to begin with but he knew if it came down to a fight he was as good as dead.

Then there was another sound, the static of an intercom system buzzing to life followed by a heavily accented Australian voice beginning to speak. “What I am about to tell you, you cannot tell anyone else. If you do, there will be severe consequences. My name is Flynn James, a.k.a. Ghost. Don’t worry. You’ll figure out why they call me Ghost later. You have been chosen for your skills, brains, and personality to be a part of the U. M. F., also known as the Underground Mission Force. We are not CIA, or FBI. We are not related to the government. We have called you here today for you to accept and begin your training with us. If you choose not to accept, your memory will be wiped and you will be sent home to live a normal, happy, dull life. But, if you do accept, you will leave your family, friends, and life behind and you will begin an entirely new life here. Are you willing to leave everything you know for the betterment of humanity? Each one of you must step up to the window and deliver your answer. There will be no questions, no explanations of who we are, what we do, and what your role is until we have gotten acceptance from those who want to be one of us. The door will not open until everyone has given their answer. Understood? Good. Now, one at a time, step up to the window to deliver your answer.”

He sat in silence, not wanting to move anymore after already hurting himself and thought on what he had just heard. U.M.F.? Ghost? We were chosen? What the HELL is going on here! He remained in the bunk, his mind still reeling with the information that had just been thrust upon him. It seemed like a simple question, join them or have your memory erased and return to your life. Sebastian's life wasn't really something he was looking forward to returning to, but he wasn't sure he was ready to join something like this. I'll wait. I'll wait and see what the others answer before giving my own.

Welcome To The Underground Mission Force (Spy Action Roleplay)

I'm working on my post. Gonna have some fun with this!