BogeyDope

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

@PharaohAtem Wow, are you trying to freak the shit out of the only poor souls in the room with guns at the moment? lol! They won't shoot but you'll definitely give 'em a good scare, that's for sure!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Every Nook and Cranny

Maya Hammond - "Cipher"
Advanced Combat Intelligence Mk.6 - "Eagle Eye"
Morena Carvallo - "Pixy"
Vicente Morales - "Sandman"
Mr. Smith
[REDACTED] Strike Teams
Hounds of Humanity Terrorists
_{(Full Cast of AbandonedIntel's Characters)}

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Sonoran Desert - Somewhere North of Hermosillo, Mexico
Present Day
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In the darkest of nights, the windy silence was broken by the air being beat into submission. Two unmarked gray UH-60 Blackhawks made their way into Mexican Airspace from Arizona, continuing through the Sonoran Desert. Two of them flew in close formation, and once they flew over the border, both helicopters went dark, all external lights shut off in order to remain almost invisible to the naked eye. The only revealer for them being the noise they made, the military helicopters flew at low altitudes and sped off into the night.

Peculiarly, both helicopters had no pilots. The cockpits were empty, and they seemed to be flying on their own. Inside the lead helicopter was a team of combat robots, a metahuman and a normal human, with a cyborg to lead them all. The leader of this team, Sergeant Cipher Hammond, pulled her combat uniform over her exposed robotic limbs, making sure that her cybernetic parts were not too obvious to anyone who looked at her. Across from her was the metahuman, Corporal Pixy Carvallo, who remained seated, wearing only a black ballcap and a skull bandana over her face. The normal human, who was clad from head to toe in black tactical gear, remained seated next to Pixy, resting with his head up against the walls of the helicopter. Occupying four of the seats with them are black-and-gray camouflage combat robots, armed with cannons and miniguns along their arms and shoulders, with one unarmed on his body, but carried a massive anti-material rifle. They remained in standby mode while the others remained silent.

The unmanned Blackhawks, often referred to as Helodrones, banked slightly towards the right, heading southwest towards their target. The lead helicopter flying slightly faster than the second.

There was nothing but the sound of rotors onboard the lead Helodrone. However, Cipher broke the silence with her West African accent, speaking aloud. "Eagle Eye, what's the ETA to our drop zone?"

A slightly pitched male digitized voice replied through a speaker within the helicopter, speaking to Cipher and letting the others inside know. "We are fifteen mikes out from the drop zone. I suggest that all combat units get ready."

Cipher nodded. "Any news on our drone?"

The same voice, belonging to Eagle Eye, spoke again through the speaker. "The drone is currently over the compound, and is performing a scan for hostiles and civilians. I will update you on the results when you arrive at the landing zone." Eagle Eye, formerly known as Advanced Combat Intelligence Mk.6 Serial 032-Delta, is a combat AI designed to keep track of information and communications from both enemies and friendlies, and is always with Cipher to assist her on any of her missions. While he often would speak through her mind within her cybernetic brain implants, communication to all friendlies on this operation was vital, so he stuck with using the speakers on the Blackhawks he was piloting.

"Copy." Cipher said before leaning back. "Excited for your first rodeo?" Cipher asked, smiling to the woman across from her.

"A little." Pixy's Colombian accent replied, a small nervous smile concealed by her skull bandana. "I was one of Zepeta's best, but we never did anything with tech at this kind of level. I fastroped from Blackhawks before, but not Blackhawks piloted by a powerful AI!"

Cipher chuckled a little. "Relax, Pixy. Just stick with our doctrine and you'll be fine." Cipher said before pointing towards her. "And please, for the love of god, do not shock me. I may look and sound like an invulnerable cyborg but, just be careful with electricity around me. It's both my life source and my weakness, so... watch where you strike, okay?"

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm very careful and mindful about where I zap." Pixy replied. "Even under pressure. You'll see."

Cipher nodded with a soft smile. "Alright. But just remember, these guys we're going up against aren't your standard guerrillas." Cipher said. "These guys mean business, so don't get too cocky. I know Eagle Eye suggests that this should be a cakewalk, but just remember that's what STRIKE thought before they got torn to shreds." Cipher grabbed an FAL from under her seat and chambered a round. "Remember to stand behind the bots, and use them for cover as you advance. I'll help soften 'em up for you. Got it?"

Pixy gulped and nodded slowly. "Wilco..." She said, rubbing her gloved hands together to make sure the conductivity of them is up to par, seeing them both spark up and generate some bright and powerful arcs of electricity. "Okay... I should be good to go."

"What about you, Warlock?" Cipher asked the only human in the helicopter.

The operative cocked his Galil 329 rifle and brought it to shoulder. "Just save some of them for me, I don't want management to think I'm useless." Warlock joked, his accent vaguely French.

Cipher smiled a little. "Don't worry, I'll fill in a good word for you. Just make sure Pixy's covered, copy?"

"Solid."

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Those in the second Blackhawk were a little more reserved. There were fewer combat robots on this one, and there was only three men and a woman onboard. A rather particular man in a suit who went by the name of Sandman Morales, and the man across from him who simply went by the name of Mr. Smith. While Sandman preferred just wearing a suit, Mr. Smith was fully clad in tactical armor as well, with a skull and crossbones marked on his helmet. There were two other soldiers onboard who wore similar gear to Mr. Smith, but without the creative markings, a man and a woman who went by callsigns such as 'Wizard' and 'Sorceress' respectively. While the lead helicopter continued on faster ahead and dropped to a lower altitude, the second Helodone remained behind.

Sandman looked to Mr. Smith and sighed. "Eagle Eye isn't playing tricks with us, right?" Sandman asked.

Eagle Eye replied over the loudspeaker. "I can assure you, this operation will carry minimal risk to your mate. Pixy is in good hands, and I can see her becoming a formidable ally and useful operative in her service to come." Eagle Eye paused. "Personally, I'm quite glad to have you and Pixy onboard. You two seem like a fantastic team, if my simulations are worth any salt."

Mr. Smith smiled underneath his mask and mirrored goggles. "You should listen to him, you know. Eagle Eye's a good AI. Even though he kind of locked us out to prevent foreign tampering, well, so far he's been the most stalwart ally so far."

Sandman folded his arms. "I do not trust a mind that I cannot enter." Sandman said, trying to blink away painful memories of Zepeta's regime. "You'll have to forgive me, I am going to need some time to... getting used to this. It has only been a few days."

Mr. Smith shrugged. "Hey, I'm not holding anything against you. I mainly brought you two along just to see what you can do. And hopefully kill two birds with one stone by grabbing any intel we can get in the meantime too."

Sandman nodded. "Yeah... don't worry, I'll do my best. I want to make sure that damned satellite goes down in flames." Sandman said, remembering the news footage, seeing the aftermath, and what the survivors looked like afterwards. It was absolutely horrifying, and he was still trying to get over the images that he saw. "I'll do anything it takes to make sure that things like that never happen again."

"That's the spirit." Mr. Smith said, nodding. "I can see you already becoming one of us now, but just remember. Those feelings are what drive us forward, but when we're out on the field, we can't be controlled by them. The mission comes first. Comprende?"

Sandman looked back up to Mr. Smith and nodded again. "Si."

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The lead Helodrone rocked a little, and the doors automatically opened up. One of the interior lights remained red, and once four of the combat robots activated, stood up and began jumping out from either side of the helicopter one by one, the light then turned green. "You're cleared to drop." Eagle Eye informed the passengers on the Helodrone he remotely piloted.

Cipher brought her FAL to shoulder and stood up, her heavy robotic legs making somewhat of an impact on the steel floor with every step. She arrived at the side of the helicopter, and casually dropped off from the side of it. It was a two-story fall, and Cipher landed on the ground with a somewhat noisy *THUD!*, landing in between two of the combat bots that secured the LZ with their arm-bound weapons. Cipher stood up, having landed on both of her feet without a problem. She stepped forward, and used her CyberEye to assess the environment around her. Just nothing but desert, and an armadillo not too far ahead. "Go ahead, you're clear." Cipher said into her headset, the only thing she wore on her head.

Two ropes unfurled from either side of the helicopter, and immediately, Pixy and Warlock fastroped down from the Blackhawk with them, Warlock raising his powerful Galil to shoulder after he landed. The ropes were then lifted back up into the ports.

"Alrighty Eagle Eye, feel free to land somewhere behind us. Remember QRF protocol." Cipher said, using her cybereye to help locate her objective before leading the group towards it.

Copy that, Cipher. Will keep Helodrone armed hot and on standby. Eagle Eye said over their encrypted comms, keeping everyone on the same page. Eagle Eye then brought the Helodrone back and flew out of sight while Cipher advanced forward. The four combat bots marched forward with her, creating an arrow formation of sorts with Cipher at the tip and the two squishies in the center.

"Galm team to Crow Team, we're at the LZ and are currently proceeding to the objective. How copy?" Cipher spoke into the comms while she climbed up a hill. This is Mr. Smith of Crow Team, solid copy. Good luck out there, and happy hunting. The comms replied, Cipher climbing up the hill. She soon reached the top, and immediately went prone. The combat robots remained crouched behind her and below the hilltop, out of sight. Cipher was soon joined by Pixy and Warlock, both of them pulling out a pair of binoculars.

Hounds of Humanity Compound - Sonoran Desert, Mexico
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"Alrighty Eagle Eye. How does the enemy shape up?"

So far I only count ten guarding the compound outside, with an unknown number inside the building. Two MGs in each guard tower up front, two in one technical patrolling the facility, a sniper on the roof, and five patrolling on foot. I would suggest caution for Pixy and Warlock, for one of the patrolling hostiles carries an RPG. Eagle Eye said, Cipher using Eagle Eye's scan information to mark all of the enemies he mentioned within her cyber-eye HUD.

"What kind of weapons do they have?" Cipher asked.

They are all carrying AR variants, though one has an AK. Eagle Eye replied.

"So the usual?" Cipher smirked a little. "Okay." Cipher looked around, trying to assess the situation, figuring out a battle plan. She then smirked. "Eagle Eye, get the Helodrone running but remain on standby. Use the drone to jam their audio freqencies and cameras." Cipher said. "Get Galm 4 to get into position and to take aim." Immediately, the combat bot armed with the massive sniper rifle got into position right behind the hilltop and took aim at the compound. "Everyone else get into combat positions and await my command. I'm going in."

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"Do we really have to be stationed here?" One of the Hounds sighed, taking a drag from his cigarette. "I hate it here. They could've at least put this place on a beach or something." He lowered his cig, lazily putting his AR on his shoulder.

"Would you rather be the guys in Lost Haven?" Another Hound asked, brushing away some of her hair so she could see better. "I swear, I feel like people are going on suicide missions there. Couldn't we have used the killsat to blow that place up too?"

"Well apparently not, brass actually has plans for that place." The male sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette. "I swear, no one tells us anything. I just want to go kill some freaks, that's it."

"The pay is decent though." The female chuckled. "Get some decent gear, and you get to kill some idiots from time to time. I mean... they aren't meta but even then the world would be better off without 'em."

"I know... but we could be anywhere else but here. This place is hot as balls and no one here speaks a lick of English! It sucks!" He shook his head. "Fucking shoot me."

In a cruel twist of irony, the man's head exploded in a bloody, gory mess, with a massive hole being torn into the wall behind him. The female nearly shrieked before hearing the signature *POW!* from a sniper rifle. She looked at his body in horror, and took cover behind a wall. She shouted into the radio. "CP! CP! This is Diane! We're under attack from an enemy sniper! Possible government forces, how copy?" Diane listened intently, hearing nothing but static and the machine gun fire coming from the guard towers, with the people in them shouting Contact! She peeked up from the wall she was hiding behind before witnessing a flash, followed by a loud crack. One of the men in the towers was immediately struck down by a bolt of lightning that came from the ground! He fell off the tower, landing on the ground with a loud *THUNK!* "We have meta-" Before Diane could finish, her brain had been liquified from the sheer power of a .50 BMG bullet.

Cipher promptly raised her FAL at the man in the second tower and squeezed off a controlled two round burst, one bullet entering the man's chest with the next entering his head, causing him to fall immediately. "Okay, the guard towers are down, the rest of you are cleared to advance!" From behind the hill emerged two robots with Warlock and Pixy behind them. They marched down the hill, quickly making their way towards Cipher and the robot she was with. "By the way, nice shot on the tower there, Pixy. Didn't think you had that kind of range."

Pixy joined up with Cipher, using the combat bot for cover. "You'd be surprised at how far lightning travels." Pixy said with a proud smile.

Cipher smiled back. "Keep up the good work." She then made a hand signal. "On me." She continued ahead, bringing her FAL to shoulder. She then heard the blaring alarm from the compound. "Eagle Eye, keep an eye on that RPG. Shoot on sight." Wilco.

Cipher continued ahead, and as soon as the technical (pickup truck with machine gun mounted on it) came around, Cipher gestured for the others to stay back, in which they did. "Heh, a Toyota. Typical." Cipher said, standing still, putting one of her feet back. The Hound on the mounted gun fired at her, and Cipher stood still as bullet seemed to just either cause some dents or just go into her, but she didn't go down. Some impacts produced the metallic TINGS!, and a few others had the signature FFT! of bullets impacting body armor. Either way, Cipher didn't go down. The pickup truck went faster in an attempt to ram Cipher, but as soon as it should've made contact with her, Cipher simply jumped. She jumped straight up, and pretty high too, allowing the truck to simply just pass underneath her. Once she landed, she just turned around and fired two shots. One for the gunner and one for the driver, causing the truck to swerve off course and flip over from oversteer. Cipher smirked a little and turned to the others. "Alright, regroup on me." She said before marching towards the compound's gates.

"Jesus... are you okay? You just strugged off bullets like nothing! And that was a PKM!" Pixy objected, remaining behind her bot.

Cipher chuckled. "I'm fine, sweetheart. I got titanium bones, and enough plating on my limbs and in my vest to keep me in the fight. Just worry about shocking the Hounds, okay?"

Pixy nodded. "Copy that!"

Warlock smirked a little underneath his skull balaclava. "You'll get used to it." He said, before he was almost interrupted by automatic gunfire. "Contact 12!" He shouted as the bot shielded him from the inaccurate gunfire the Hounds produced. A few Hounds piled out from the building in front of them and tried to lay suppressing fire on them with their ARs, and a few patrols that surrounded the building were making their way around to help deal with the threat. One of them was already picked off by sniper fire, and then another, a few others dropping from lightning bolts Pixy produced. The combat bots unleashed hell upon the terrorists that tried to get into cover, a few of them falling to the few bursts of minigun fire that came from the bots. Warlock raised his Galil and shot a single round at a Hound, blasting him in the head and allowing him to fall.

Cipher simply ran into the compound and jumped up high, landing behind some of the terrorists that were in cover. Shooting two of them dead with two-burst shots, a man approached her and tried to stab her in the neck. Without looking, she simply grabbed him in the arm and twisted him a little, causing him to shout in pain. Using his arm, she got a little momentum and space before throwing him hard against the wall, almost certainly knocking him out if not killing him. She turned just in time to see a man with an RPG promptly fall to the ground after a *CRACK!* and a *POW!* made a his head explode like a watermelon.

RPG down. Eagle Eye said simply.

Cipher smiled a little. "Thanks." She whispered.

Eagle Eye interjected. Be advised, I'm sensing some more hostiles inside the building. The hostiles outside have been dealt with. Watch out for traps.

Cipher nodded. "Copy." She looked to the others. "Keep Galm 5 and 6 on watch." She whispered to Eagle Eye, in which two of the bots immediately started patrolling the combat zone. "Warlock, on Galm 7. Pixy, you're with me." She whispered before she turned to the hill. "Eagle Eye, bring the Helodrone in. Make sure no one escapes." Wilco. Cipher then turned to the door, and made a hand signal to stack up. Everyone complied, with Cipher and Pixy on one end, with Galm 7 and Warlock on the other. They waited for at least a solid minute before they heard the Helodrone pass over them, and remain ahead. Helodrone in position. Cipher then whispered "Flash and clear." and after opening up one of the doors, Warlock pulled out a flashbang grenade and tossed it into the door before taking cover.

*BANG!* A few shouts indicated enemy presence, and positive effect from the flashbang onto the enemy. Cipher and Galm 7 immediately kicked the doors in and engaged the enemy. Galm 7 used the small cannon on its other arm to engage enemies inside close quarters, blasting Hounds in the heads one by one, Cipher shooting the Hounds who hid themselves in the corners, filling them up with hot 7.62 NATO lead. Warlock and Pixy followed in, and they continued through the compound, which consisted of empty stone corridors, offices, bunk rooms, and several living spaces. After the group cleared out the rooms two at a time, they each indicated 'Clear!' once they confirmed that the rooms they were in were secured. After clearing most of the building, the final room that they moved to was the Mess Hall.

The mess hall wasn't that large, but it was large enough to host at least forty people. The last of the Hounds, at least six of them, were hiding behind several tables, flipped up and used as cover. Galm 7 was the first to enter, and a Hound carrying an RPG immediately fired at him. The nearly supersonic rocket made impact with the combat robot and exploded with a loud *BOOOM!*, creating both a larger doorway, causing serious damage to the robot and tossing it back a significant degree. Warlock was hapless enough to be standing directly behind it. While he sustained minimal damage from the rocket, the robot flying back hit him hard and nearly crushed him when it fell to the ground, pinning him there and injuring him significantly. "Gah... shit..!" Warlock called out as the dust settled.

Cipher and Pixy immediately stepped back and hid behind the walls adjacent to the hole the RPG made in the wall, keeping their distance. Cipher shot a concerned look to Warlock before turning back to Pixy, who seemed to have kept her cool. Cipher looked to Pixy and mouthed 'Flash and clear.' Pixy nodded. Cipher immediately pulled out a flashbang and tossed it inside, and after it gave its signature *BANG!*, both Cipher and Pixy rushed in, Cipher shooting enemies through the flimsy cover the Hounds hid behind, and Pixy throwing a deadly lightning bolt at two people who bothered to try to stand up and shoot at them, killing them both instantly. Only two Hounds remained, and one of them tried to stand up and fight, but was promptly grabbed by Cipher and was tossed into the adjacent kitchen, landing on a stack of pots and pans. Only one remained, and before he could bring his revolver up, Pixy stood there with a menacing look on her face, her hands crackling with electricity.

"Go ahead, try it. I dare you to be as fast as lightning itself." Pixy said, smirking underneath her skull bandana. The Hound, a middle aged man with some spiked up hair, slowly trembled and dropped his revolver, putting his hands up. Pixy then spoke into the comms. "Eagle Eye, have we tackled the last of them?"

Affirmative. Eagle Eye replied. Picture looks clear, no additional enemy forces in sight.

"All clear!" Pixy called out reflexively before forcefully shoving the man onto the ground, putting his hands behind his back and tying them up with zipties.

The man coughed. "Who... who the hell are you?"

"That my friend... is none of your concern." Pixy said with a soft smirk bringing him up and pushing him onto a chair. She then spoke to Cipher, who was in the other room. "I got one in custody. How's Warlock?" She asked.

Cipher, who was in the next room, was pulling the large disabled combat robot off of Warlock. Cipher did a check on him with her cyber eye, using her hand and vibrating it softly against him to detect any anomalies. "Hey, Warlock, you alright?" She asked after scanning him, giving the results for Eagle Eye to analyze.

"I... I think I'm okay... I'm in a whole lot of pain but I'm not dead." He coughed through his mask before removing it, revealing the white stubbled man underneath. "Fucking bot crushed my chest... I think I might have a broken rib or two. Ow..." Warlock groaned. Eagle Eye added in. He is correct, he has two broken ribs, and some minor crushing damage to his chest. I'll bring the Helodrone and the others to airlift him to safety.

"Good, thanks Eagle Eye." Cipher said, patting Warlock on the shoulder reassuringly. "Crow Team, this is Galm Team. The compound has been cleared, but we have a downed bot, a wounded friendly and one enemy in custody. You're cleared to move in."

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"This place is an intelligence black hole. I'm getting nothing here." Wizard said with a vagely Arabic accent as he looked through the one of the computers in the office. "They're all connected on a network, but none of them have any files saved. I think they scrubbed all of their information once they were discovered." Wizard said, sighing as he sat on one of the chairs.

"Seems likely." Cipher said. "Let's see what Eagle Eye thinks." Cipher said, putting in a small USB networking card, allowing Eagle Eye to easily sneak into the computer network. "Got anything buddy?" Cipher asked.

Wizard's theory holds up, there seems to be only the bare minimum of executables to create valuable information, but there is no information. There is also an executable to scrub all data, and a task to do so on the sounding of an alarm. Eagle Eye said. Nothing else. Can I get out now? It's cramped in there.

Cipher chuckled a little before taking out the USB card, pocketing it. "Thanks, Eagle Eye." She said with a small smile before looking up, seeing Mr. Smith and Sandman. "Mr. Smith, Sandman." She nodded in respect to the both of them.

Mr. Smith, still clad in tactical gear, nodded back. "Nice work, Cipher. You, Pixy and Warlock did a really good job here. I'm assuming there's no intel here, right?"

"Yep, not even any paperwork." Cipher replied. "How's Warlock?"

"He's on his way back to a friendly facility to get treated. He should be good and ready within a few weeks." He turned to Sandman. "Well, you know what this means."

Sandman sighed and nodded. "Where's your captive?"

"Pixy has him all tied up in the storage closet. He's all yours." Cipher said nonchalantly. "Gonna tap into his memories or something?"

Sandman smirked. "Something like that." He and Mr. Smith walked to the storage closet, opening it up to reveal Pixy standing in the back, with a Hound strapped to a folding chair with duct tape in his mouth, legs tied to said chair. Sandman, not even bothering to pay attention to the man in the chair, smiled at the sight of Pixy. "Pixy~" He called out lovingly. "How was your first day at school?"

"It was okay. Scary at first, but I got it handled pretty well." Pixy then sparked her hands some more. "I haven't lost my touch."

Sandman smirked, taking a chair and sitting across from the captive Hound.

"Hey, nice work Pixy." Mr. Smith said. "Sandman and I will take things from here. Go ahead and sit down with the others. You've earned it, child."

Pixy nodded, smiling underneath her mask. "Thank you, sir." She headed out the door, closing it behind her.

"Now, we can get down to business." Mr. Smith said, leaning against the shelves. "Go ahead and do your thing."

Sandman then tore the duct tape off of the captive. The captive immediately shouted at him. "All of you are a bunch of freaks! You slaughter as you please and bring nothing but destruction wherever you go! I hope you all burn in hell!" The captive shouted.

Sandman smirked. "Very rich coming from a terrorist organization that has already murdered thousands of innocents in cold blood." Sandman chuckled. "Do you want to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

The captive spat at him. "Fuck you, you monster." The captive then got a good look at Sandman and his eyes widened. "Oh... oh shit! I know who you are! You're that freak who was in cahoots with that Colombian monster! And they acquitted you of war crimes, didn't they? Ha! Looks like we're the only ones with spines here!"

Sandman sighed. "Okay, hard way it is then." He then waved a hand over the captive.

"You'll never-" The captive then blinked, and yawned before dozing off, snoring.

Sandman then turned to Mr. Smith. "Now watch. This process is very important as it puts me in a half-sleep state. Make sure nothing happens to me while I do this, okay?"

Mr. Smith nodded. "Of course, son. Do you thing."

Sandman then closed his eyes, and soon sank into the ocean of dreams and memories.

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Sandman stood in a black void. He looked around and continued to walk through it. He didn't feel the normal weight of the world around him, and he didn't feel himself as much as he'd used to. From time to time, he would see himself as if he were looking through a cinematic camera. He paced around the black void and cracked his dreamscape knuckles. "Let's get to work." He said.

Sandman stepped from the void and into a forest. He wasn't himself anymore, but more of a camera again, witnessing the life events of this captive. He saw the captive walk through the forest with what seems to be the captive's wife. She guided him through what seemed to be a park, and led him to a surprise party in a rental shelter. Sandman stepped through that memory, seeing the man's job, before stepping through that memory, seeing the catastrophic events of what happened in Lost Haven some months ago on the news. Things shifted into one another, things transforming outside of Sandman's minds-eye, where the captive found an internet forum where the Hounds of Humanity was growing. It was just hypothetical rhetoric at first, but it grew into an echo chamber of epic proportions where people started posting pictures of themselves with guns and even some military grade hardware. Then the captive was inducted physically into the Hounds of Humanity, and went through some basic training in a camp located in Mexico with ARs and AKs, as well as basic strength training in order to be a proper foot soldier. Soon enough, for his first assignment, he had to go to a populated area in Nicaragua and kill as many as possible. And that the captive did, killing at least 4 children in the process. Sandman continued to step through the man's memories to where he would be posted at this compound, standing guard and doing nearly nothing in the building for at least some time. And then he saw some plans, maps of Lost Haven, as well as images of blast radii. Sandman then stepped through some more memories to find out more, but all he saw was the captive scrubbing the data after sounding the alarm, gunfire, and hiding in the mess hall. Several people took harsh lightning strikes, and others were shot in the head, and one was tossed. The captive was the lone survivor, and as the captive turned to fight, he saw Pixy standing right there, with her hands crackling with electricity.

"Go ahead, try it. I dare you to be as fast as lightning itself." Pixy said as the captive looked upon her with terror.

"That's my girl." Sandman said with a smirk, before appearing back into the void, this time with the captive.

"Woah... what the hell?" The captive stood around, staggered, realizing that he was in a strange place. "Where am I?"

"You're in my dreamscape." Sandman said with a smile. "A world that only I can craft as I please, a world I have full control over." Sandman summoned two bikini-clad copies of Pixy to sell the point to the captive, and brought them under his arms. Sandman smirked as the two copies sparked with electricity. "Now. I saw through your memories. What's going on at Lost Haven?" Sandman asked casually, tilting his head.

"Oh, so this is just a dream, huh? You can't do anything to me." The captive grinned defiantly. "It's my mind, you freak. You can't stop me!"

"Oh really now?" Sandman then let go of the two copies of his lover. "Show 'em, girls." Immediately, the two copies turned into zombified and demonic looking women, with rotting skin and to voids for eyes. The sharpest of teeth were put on display, and soon after they transformed into the most hellish bikini-clad creatures known to man, they pounced upon the captive and started biting him on his shoulders, tearing out chunks of flesh.

"AAAGHH!!" The Hound cried out as he was bit into, shaking as he felt a pain unlike any other. "Please... please stop! Please!" He whimpered.

Sandman smirked a little, walking closer to the man. He snapped his fingers, and the two women reverted back to Pixy's appearance. "Okay, I see you're willing to cooperate given the circumstances. Now, will you tell me what these plans are?"

"Listen man, I don't know, okay? It's not my job to look at them. I just only caught sight of them, but those who had them didn't tell me what they were all about!" The Hound panicked. "C'mon man, that's all I know. Please don't kill me... I beg you!"

Sandman nodded. "I see." He then turned to the man. "Does your wife know anything about this?"

"No, please don't bring her into this!" The Hound pleaded.

Sandman shook his head. "I won't... I'm just wondering what she would think about you if she found out that you murdered innocent children." Sandman turned around and snapped his fingers, and the two Pixy clones turned back into their demonic zombie forms. "You know what to do, girls." He said, walking off.

"No no no... no, please! Don't! AAGGHHH!!!" The Hound's screams were replaced by gurgles as the two demons started tearing the man apart with their teeth alone, reaching his throat among other places.

Sandman sighed and closed his eyes, surfacing to the world of reality.

---

Sandman simply blinked open from sitting up, blinking several times. The captive on the chair just stopped convulsing, and after convulsing, he slumped over, dead. His face was red, with veins visible almost everywhere, or at least in the places where the women bit. Sandman looked upon the man before looking back to Mr. Smith, who looked quite impressed.

"Wow... you actually killed him." Mr. Smith said, impressed. "This entire time, I thought you were bullshitting me." He then tilted his head. "Why did you kill him though? I know we operate in secret but we have plenty of space to hold prisoners."

Sandman frowned a little. "I went through his memories. He's murdered children." Sandman said simply. "I had to make sure he died painfully, if I let him live it would've only added to what haunts me." He said softly.

Mr. Smith nodded. "I understand." He folded his arms. "Did you get anything from him?"

Sandman nodded, standing up. "Yeah, but not much. All I got were maps of Lost Haven, and blast radii. That's it. Not even he knows what they are for."

Mr. Smith stood up. "Really?"

Sandman nodded. "Yeah."

Mr. Smith patted Sandman on the shoulder. "A vague lead is better than no lead." He then opened the door and walked out into the office. "Eagle Eye, get the Helodrones ready for takeoff. We're gonna make a pit stop to Outpost Delta before going to Lost Haven. Relay everything you heard to HQ." He turned to Sandman. "In the meantime, I want you to get a map of Lost Haven and draw the blast radii on the map. Whatever the fuck it is that they're planning, I want to make sure that we don't get caught in it."

Sandman nodded. "Wilco." He said, looking around for a map.

Cipher stood up from her chair. "We're going to Lost Haven? It's about damn time!"

"Yeah, I know." Mr. Smith said as Sandman printed off a map of Lost Haven. "We've been hands off on that place for a while because Management thought STRIKE could handle whatever is happening stateside. Most of what we've been doing was abroad for a while... but it looks like we're going back to the good ol' US of A, pals." He then saw the finished blast radius. "Whatever is happening here, we must stop. The Hounds have gone way too far for us to ignore. Whatever is happening here could even link us to the satellite if we're lucky. I'll brief you as much as I can on the place on our way there. But until then, I suggest we move quickly before anything else happens." He then saw the Helodrone outside start up. "Alright, this is where we leave. Eagle Eye will scrub this place during our trip." He brought a fist to his heart. "Quia pax!"

Everyone present, including Sandman and Pixy, put their fists on their hearts, before shouting together "Quia pax!"

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

@EchoicChamber Hehe, thanks! I try. :D

@EurmalEye Also from reading your post, I have a very strong feeling that Carmen and Hakeem would get along with Leval. Let's call it a hunch. lol

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Carmen Chavana, Hakeem Ansari, and Mr. Smith

Interactions

Sky, Oshikuru @PharaohAtem and Miarikia @The One

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10 KM South of the Ordinary Mythical Academy
_{Entrance Theme}

Emerging from the treeline was a low-flying Black Hawk helicopter, grey and unmarked. It flew fast, and with precision and grace. With no pilots inside, one could immediately conclude that said Black Hawk was a Helodrone, or an unmanned helicopter. However, while it was piloted by an AI, there were indeed live passengers inside the military helicopter that made its way through the countryside.

Sitting across from an Arab man and a Hispanic woman was a middle-aged white man who leaned back in his suit and tie. "I know you guys haven't even had a few days to rest since your last mission but this one was an opportunity that we couldn't let slip." The man, known to his listeners as Mr. Smith, spoke within the relatively quiet helicopter. "We've got wind that one of our targets is going to the Ordinary Mythical Academy, outside the protection of his country of origin. It's the perfect place to eavesdrop, and if done correctly, the perfect time to strike if necessary."

The Hispanic woman spoke up. "Who's our target?" She asked, adjusting her shoulder holster and compact parachute bag. Wearing only a gray t-shirt and black tactical trousers, Carmen Chavana wasn't really much in terms of being armed. "Is he important enough to ship us off with minimal equipment and not even briefing us before we head out?"

Mr. Smith smirked a little. "As a matter of fact, yes." He said with a shit-eating grin, revealing his vampire fangs. Pulling out an electronic tablet and bringing up a screen, he showed both of his pupils a rather detailed dossier. "This is your target, and his name is Prince Ali Sekhemi. Practically the dictator of Egypt, he's usurped the throne from his parents some time ago through methods of assassination. He conveniently denies this, but if he's the type who would murder his own parents for power, you know this man means business. He's already ravaged Libya and Sudan for petty reasons, and he's currently setting his sights on Israel, Jordan and Iraq. Not only do they help fund us, they are also key allies in our missions in the Middle East. Not to mention that Prince Ali Sekhemi has already committed a multitude of war crimes and most nations in the UN all want him arrested and/or dead at this point."

The Arab man perked up once Mr. Smith mentioned Iraq. "Wait, he's targeting Iraq?" Hakeem Ansari asked timidly, leaning forward, wearing a similar outfit to Carmen. "But why?"

"God knows." Mr. Smith shrugged before it clicked in his mind. "Oh, you actually have some personal investment...?"

Hakeem leaned back and folded his arms. "I went to his country, yes. I witnessed firsthand of what he was capable of. Allowing him to ravage Iraq, my homeland, would cause more damage than any terrorist group ever could." Hakeem's eyes glared at the portrait of Sekhemi. "He's responsible for the death of a close friend of mine. I'd be more than happy to take that bastard out."

The suited vampire raised a finger. "Now now, remember how we roll." Mr. Smith shot a look at Hakeem. "Yes, feelings like that should motivate us... but we can't let them control us. Mission objectives always take priority. Understood?"

Hakeem nodded begrudgingly. "Yes, sir."

Mr. Smith nodded. "Good." He thought for a moment before smiling. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." He pulled out two chocolate bars. "These are for the last mission."

Carmen took the Milky Way bar, looking at it before looking at Mr. Smith. "Really? Destroy a drug cartel ran by a psychotic vampire lord and I get a Milky Way in return?" Carmen sighed and shook her head, smirking a little to indicate her false annoyance. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm still with you guys."

Hakeem shrugged. "I don't know about you, but nearly getting killed by a psychotic vampire lord and a bunch of ruthless Cartel forces is totally worth suffering through for a Milky Way." Hakeem said sarcastically with a smile. "Trademarked." He tradesnarked™.

"Still, you guys did a fantastic job down there." Mr. Smith then looked back at his dossier. "In regards to your current mission, your job is to infiltrate the Ordinary Mythical Academy, masquerading as students. The reason why I asked you to get a parachute, Carmen, is because their facilities are built upon a massive floating island."

"W-what?" Carmen gulped before making her compact parachute was packed and donned on tight. "Really?"

"Yep." Mr. Smith said casually before continuing. "Even though it is a masquerade, you are still considered full students there." Mr. Smith pulled out two invitation letters from OMA, and handed them to Carmen and Hakeem. "Those will be your ticket in. We pulled a whole lot of strings just to get you guys in, so don't lose 'em." Mr. Smith then turned back to the dossier. "For now, after you infiltrate the school, you are to attend as normal and follow the rules. You are to give us a full report at the end of each day with anything and everything you observe from our target. We will be using this information to help out the rest of Galm Team, who is currently flying to Egypt to help prepare coalition forces in Operation Torchsnuff. Any information we can get from him could help us on the intelligence front for Torchsnuff, so we would know where and how to strike." Mr. Smith explained. "However, while you will submit your report through an encrypted frequency so only our AIs can pick them up, you will be receiving your orders through the number station 84.92. You will know them when you hear them." Mr. Smith explained. "Once the job is done, you're free to continue attending the school, provided that you haven't been kicked out after mission completion." Mr. Smith then pointed towards the large duffel bags that Carmen and Hakeem each have. "Inside these duffel bags are what you will need for this assignment. It contains the dossiers of most attendees and staff of OMA, and I stress most. Some people you will see, including the Headmaster, are intelligence black holes, so I suggest you use your best judgement when you encounter them. The bags also contains a variety of equipment needed for the mission. OMA should allow you to bring your 9mm handguns in, but just in case if they don't, we have disassembled and concealed parts for Galil SARs inside the hidden pockets if you need them." Mr. Smith thought for a moment before speaking again. "The rest of the mission details will be in the coded documents that are printed off as travel brochures. Since there's a high probability of frequence monitoring, you'll be on your own for the rest of the mission. If something goes wrong, we packed some E-Flares for you, and the Helodrones will come to your rescue if necessary." Mr. Smith looked between them before smiling a little. "Any questions?"

Carmen looked to Mr. Smith. "I heard about the target being a meta. What are his abilities?"

"The target has the ability to control fire and darkness. While we don't know the exact details of his capabilities, as those who tried to catch any record of it have been incinerated, we do recommend being near a body of water if you are to engage him, or at least go near him." Mr. Smith said. "He's got the ego to rival that of Kanye West, so stroke it as much as you can if you ever have a social encounter. And try not to shit your pants too."

Carmen gulped and nodded. "Got it."

Hakeem was thinking about things before turning to Mr. Smith. "What kind of students attend this academy?" He asked, genuinely interested.

"Oh... they're really special. And I mean it." Mr. Smith chuckled. "Not in like the... mentally challenged variety, but more of like... you wouldn't even believe they exist."

"Hon, you chow down on my neck on the regular and we just killed a vampire druglord two days ago." Carmen said, deadpan. "I'm pretty sure we can handle this."

Mr. Smith shrugged. "Alright, if you say so." Seeing how there are no more questions, he looked outside. There was nothing but clouds and sky where they were at now, as the helicopter had gained altitude while they were talking. "We're almost there. We'll be dropping you off at the facility itself. Follow all instructions of that letter, and try not to draw any attention to yourselves. Feel free to make friends too, they might help you take the target out if they're brave enough." Mr. Smith leaned back and relaxed. "Should be a piece of cake."

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Large Field, Ordinary Mythical Academy

The Black Hawk helicopter was getting close to the floating isles. The AI turned the helicopter to the side so the living passengers within could get a good look at the massive isles, and see them in their majestic glory. The islands were large marvels, looking like giant pieces of land carved out from the earth. There were countless of waterfalls and such, the water falling being somewhat steamy, turning into clouds. There were trees, even many buildings on this floating landmass. It was a sight to behold.

"Wow..." Carmen looked upon the floating islands with wonder, seeing them from within the helicopter. "What keeps them floating like that?"

Mr. Smith chuckled. "Magic I guess. I dunno." The vampire shrugged, looking at the islands. "The islands are home to a variety of different biomes and places. This landmass is home to haunted forests, caves, castles, deserts, mazes, lakes, castles, ruins... you name it. This is pretty much the Isle of Adventure if I ever saw any." Mr. Smith said. "So I suggest if you ever venture outside the campus, for whatever reason, I suggest you bring your Galils with you. We kind of don't know what's in those places ourselves." Mr. Smith explained as the helicopter flew in above the island.

For those inside the main hall, they would hear the sound of a helicopter arriving. If anyone were to investigate, they'd find an unmarked but also unarmed military helicopter flying overhead, heading towards the large field nearby. The helicopter itself didn't seem to be doing much, just flying around. Until it hovered over a nearby field. It soon lowered, and landed at the field without much of an issue.

Landing zone clear. You're free to drop. A digitized male voice said over the intercom, belonging to the AI that flew the helicopter.

Carmen and Hakeem grabbed their duffel bags and were just about to head out the door that slid open, before Carmen was stopped by Mr. Smith. "Hey, you mind topping me off?" Mr. Smith asked.

Carmen groaned and rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine." She dropped her bag and sat down next to Mr. Smith, who promptly bit into her neck. "Ack!" She yipped out in pain, and once Mr. Smith began suckling, she closed her eyes and gave a low moan. "Nnnng..." She blushed just a little as he drew blood from her neck, the vampire finishing up quickly.

"Thanks." Mr. Smith said after withdrawing from her, taking out a sanitizer wipe from his pocket to help heal up and disinfect Carmen's tender bite wound. "Your blood's good when I can get it." He said, wiping up Carmen's neck, leaving no trace of the bite behind. "Alright, good luck out there, both of you!" Mr. Smith waved them goodbye as they hopped off the helicopter.

Carmen and Hakeem waved goodbye to Mr. Smith once they were on the ground, and soon after they cleared out, the Black Hawk took off, and like that, sped away from the area, only to disappear into the sky and below the floating isles. Carmen and Hakeem, holding onto their dufflebags, sighed and looked to each other.

"This is gonna be one helluva ride." Carmen said, looking to Hakeem before smirking a little.

Hakeem turned to Carmen before smirking a little himself. "You know you're shit at hiding it."

"What?"

"You're into getting bitten like that. Even by men." Hakeem said with a soft chuckle. "You enjoy it."

"What!? I do not!" Carmen hit Hakeem on the shoulder playfully. "It just feels okay is all..."

"Bull. Shit." Hakeem chuckled, walking towards the Grand Hall. "Both of your ex-girlfriends were vampires from PS. Didn't think you had it in you to open yourself up to some Edward Cullens too, huh?"

Carmen followed him. "Screw you, buddy. I dated them because they were cute and I enjoyed their company. Not because they were vampires."

Hakeem rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, if that makes you sleep at night." Hakeem looked to Carmen. "Trust me, I can see it written all over your face. Even if you have lots of restraint, you get lots of pleasure from it." Hakeem grinned ear to ear. "You can't lie to me, you know."

Carmen groaned. "Ugh, fine! I get lots of pleasure from feeding to vampires, okay? Now will you shut up?"

Hakeem sighed happily. "Eh, nah." He smirked. "I enjoy watching you suffer."

Carmen hit Hakeem on the shoulder again. "Fuck you."

"I love you too." Hakeem chuckled, telekenetically pushing Carmen forward a little.

They soon arrived at the Grand Hall, and once they arrived there, they both looked at the three students who were there. Feasting their eyes upon a rather peculiar looking witch (Miarikia), a man who didn't seem right (Oshikuru), and someone who looked a bit like a Paladin (Sky). They didn't seem too bad, but hearing the man and the witch casually discuss demonic stuff made them just a little uncomfortable. They stood in the corner by the entrance, trying to look not too noticable. Even then, Carmen thought the Grand Hall was quite impressive, but she kept her guard up.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

@EchoicChamber Let's just hope it doesn't get buried like immediately. Posts in the #'s of 38-40 are in the 'forgotten zone' XD

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

I'm gonna warn you guys, my introduction post is going to be incredibly long. Having a background in high-casual and low-advanced RPs, well, it comes standard with me. I'm going to apologize in advance. XD

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The Ordinary Mythical Academy

@The One Do you have PMs enabled? Id like to discuss some lore stuff that's very vital for my intro post. Lol

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Peace Sentinel Personnel Records for Operation Torchsnuff

CLASSIFIED

Carmen Chavana

"Ghetto Vet" by Ice Cube

Name
Carmen Chavana

Gender
Female

Species
Human

Age
26

Room Number
225

Rooming With
Hakeem Ansari

Alignment
Chaotic Good

Appearance

_{FC: Rosario Dawson}

Personality
Carmen Chavana is a wise-cracking snarky smartass who does a little wetwork. In short, she's the type of person who would rescue someone from a fire, but steal their valuables and shoot the arsonist in the process. She's a very empathetic and caring person towards friends and those who aren't in the game, but she has no qualms of killing an offending party, especially those who already qualify for a death sentence in almost any western civilization. While she's also brave and smart, she's also somewhat anti-social, and prefers to be with at least one or two other people she could trust with her life. She's also not the type to start fights, normally keeping a calm persona about her (despite cursing in spanish many times when she's mad), and never drawing her weapons or using force unless she really has to (normally in order to end the conflict as swiftly as possible). However, due to her past life as a felon and her service in Iraq, she's had a strong distrust of governments and figures of authority. So while she's willing to cooperate with authority figures who have common sense and decency, she's not the type to take any shit from them.

Bio
Born and raised in San Diego by an alcoholic mother and an abusive father, Carmen grew up learning her powers from dodging and taking blows from her drunk father whenever he came back from work. She ran away from home when she became a teenager, having ended up in a local hispanic gang where she used her powers to prove her worth and do some... 'business' for them. However, when doing a burgalary, she shot a pedophile dead, and protecting the children he held captive, she waited until the police showed up so they would be able to be safe once again. She was sentenced to prison shortly after her first kill, and served only 4 years given the circumstances and leaving on good behavior. Soon after leaving prison, Carmen had a desire to atone and use her powers for good, and went to a superpowered academy with the help of some of her loyal criminal friends. However, once news of the brutal terrorist organization in Iraq played on the airwaves, Carmen knew she had to do something, and was soon joining the International Fighting Brigade in Iraq to fight terrorists. She met Hakeem there, and after learning about each other's powers and each other's secrets, the two hit it off quite well, and became the best of friends. After defeating the terrorist threat, Carmen came back home to America with Hakeem in tow, finding work as a security contractor for some time. She was bored as hell from this new job, but she and her best friend were found by Peace Sentinel, where they worked as wetworkers for the shadowy but somewhat good-leaning organization. At the request of Peace Sentinel, she's attending the academy, albeit begrudgingly, having had bad experiences at both high school and in the superpowered academy she attended for a few months.

Power
Insane Reflexes (or "Bullet Time")
This slows down time for herself and herself only, and to a considerable degree. She sees everything in slow motion, to the point where she could see bullets (they are moving insanely fast but she could still see them). This timing allows her to perform all kinds of things with the most insane reflexes, as well as perform and time everything correctly. Proper parkour, aiming a gun, bobbing and weaving in fistfightts, driving a vehicle, defusing bombs, it has all sorts of applications, which allow her to do all of these things with insane precision and accuracy, as well with great speed. A few good examples of such feats could be examined here, here, here and here.

Enhanced Senses
Comes with the ability of fast reflexes, this allows her to see farther and clearer than most, hear things from a distance and tune her hearing, and smell things a little better than most humans can. This allows her to detect threats and clues most other humans cannot do.

Likes
Guns, Shooting Bad People with them, Cars, Hakeem, Women, Also Women, the Military, Good Vampires, Cute Animals, Money

Dislikes
The Government, Guns that Don't Work, the Police, Prison, Snakes (she got bit by one in Iraq), Bad People in general, Idiots, Flying, Bottles (she nearly got killed by one)

Family
She ran away from her abusive father and alcoholic mother when she was young, and while she considered her gang her "family" when she was young, the only family she has got right now is Hakeem.

Friends
Hakeem is her best friend, and most trusted ally. Having experienced a whole lot of trials and tribulations with him, the two are nearly inseparable at this point.

Enemies
She and Hakeem just got to school, and therefore have no true enemies at the moment. Though, they are contracted by Peace Sentinel to target Prince Ali Sekhemi, whom she has a general distaste for (because he's a tyrant and she hates tyrants).

Sentimental Attachment
Carries the patch of the volunteer counter-terrorism force she was in, which was the patch of the IFB (International Fighting Brigade). When she can, she also reads whatever book Hakeem wants her to read, despite her being almost illiterate and not much for reading anyway.

Weapon
If she can, she normally carries a Jericho 941 (9mm Parabellum) handgun, with some magazines that have different ammo. Otherwise, she simply just carries a combat knife. She has a disassembled and hidden Galil SAR (5.56mm NATO) within her belongings, and can quickly assemble it when needed.

Other

Currently works for the rather secretive but well-equiped organization known as Peace Sentinel, who works as an intelligence firm, peacekeeping organization and an black-ops military force for any country that needs them. While Carmen does not carry anything that refers back to PS, Peace Sentinel is always within her mind so any telepath could pick up on that relatively easily. As part of Operation Torchsnuff, all personnel involved carry the same cover story of 'working for Hendrix Tactical', a shell company of Peace Sentinel, and going to the Academy as part of a scholarship program for the metahuman employees. However, due to the hastiness of Operation Torchsnuff's preparation, not much research was done on the Academy and there was barely any time to do any significant recon, so personnel in the Academy are blind as a bat at this point.

Hakeem Ansari

"Remain As You Are" by AZEDIA

Name
Hakeem Ansari

Gender
Male

Species
Human

Age
28

Room Number
225

Rooming With
Carmen Chavana

Alignment
Neutral Good

Appearance

_{FC: Sammy Sheik}

Personality
Hakeem is a well-educated scholar who's studied lots of English and Kurdish in order to speak with regional folks in his homeland of Iraqi Kurdistan. He's somewhat progressive for many people in the Middle East, though while he kept his political leanings to himself, he kept a whole lot of things about him to himself as he feared persecution from the various people that lived in the areas he studied. He is a rather timid but polite and once he does get along with someone, he becomes extremely loyal to them. Due to being a scholar, he's gained a habit of asking questions. While he abhorred violence of any kind, when he fought against terrorists in Iraq, he changed his view over time as he fought, witnessing the horrors that evil can bring upon the innocent. As a result, he treats those he deems evil very harshly.

Bio
Being born and raised in Iraqi Kurdistan under two Arab parents, Hakeem was one of the kids that you would consider a 'nerd' in school, with his face always buried in a book. However, as he grew up, he wanted to become a librarian who helped keep books in schools and public libraries in Erbil. He discovered his superhuman abilities when he was young, but he hadn't had time to practice them in fear of persecution from those he knew. He went to study in Egypt in order to learn English and Literature, but when he arrived, he witnessed the brutality of Sekhemi's regime firsthand. Having met a friend who he became close with while studying there, he made sure to keep close to the universities in order not to run into Sekhemi's guard or the tyrant himself. Things sort of changed when Sekhemi's goons murdered Hakeem's friend, and not even a month later, he got wind of terrorists marching into Iraq, and he had to leave immediately for his home country. He joined the International Fighting Brigade, a brigade of foreign soldiers created in the wake of the terrorist group's brutality, consisting of people of many nationalities. Having met his new American friend Carmen after she volunteered to help fight, the two became very close friends and were nearly inseparable. The two fought terrorists together for at least a year before IFB forced them to surrender. Deciding to use their newfound experience with their powers and combat, Hakeem moved with Carmen to the United States to work as security contractors. Soon, they were recruited by Peace Sentinel, where they acted within the interests of the shady organization to do their bidding and preserve society. Hakeem, still the badass bookworm today, is more than happy to attend the academy and learn new things and new people, even though he is on assignment.

Power
Telekinesis
Hakeem has the full ability of Telekinesis, which allows him to move objects with only the will of his mind. It only has a small range, and while it does exert on his mind somewhat (as he needs to be focused), he often uses this ability for a variety of things, whether it would be to defend himself and others, disarm enemies, to fly, or to retrieve objects. Often times in combat, he uses this ability to disarm opponents and throw 'TK Punches', which are essentially normal punches but with lots of added range and power. Its only weakness is the range and the weight he can carry with this ability, only being able to lift objects as heavy as a semi-truck, and being able to use the ability within 50 meters.

Likes
Books, Reading, Carmen, Quiet and Calm Atmospheres, Men and Women of Reason, Ambient Music, Documentaries of Any Kind, Iraqi Kurdistan, Nice People

Dislikes
Trying to train his powers, Bad People, Loud Noises, Messes, Loud People, Ignorant People

Family
Hakeem had two parents who still live in Iraq to this day. They don't know about his powers, but only his distinguished service in defending his country from terrorists. They don't know about his current job either, only that he's moved to America with Carmen to pursue higher-paying work.

Friends
His only friend at this point is Carmen Chavana, who he remains a stalwart ally and a loyal buddy to.

Enemies
He and Carmen just got to school, and therefore have no true enemies at the moment. Though, they are contracted by Peace Sentinel to target Prince Ali Sekhemi, whom he hates with a passion (having experienced Sekhemi's tyranny first hand, and having lost a close friend to him).

Sentimental Attachment
He carries the patch of the volunteer counterterrorism force he was in, which was called the IFB (International Fighting Brigade), to remind him of his life-changing service where not only did he save many lives, but take many as well. He also has a bullet shell necklace that Carmen made for him.

Weapon
If he can, he normally carries a Jericho 941 (9mm Parabellum) handgun, with some magazines that have different ammo. Otherwise, he simply just carries a collapsible baton. He has a disassembled and hidden Galil SAR (5.56mm NATO) within his belongings, and can quickly assemble it when its needed.

Other

Currently works for the rather secretive but well-equiped organization known as Peace Sentinel, who works as an intelligence firm, peacekeeping organization and an black-ops military force for any country that needs them. While Hakeem does not carry anything that refers back to PS, Peace Sentinel is always within his mind so any telepath could pick up on that relatively easily. As part of Operation Torchsnuff, all personnel involved carry the same cover story of 'working for Hendrix Tactical', a shell company of Peace Sentinel, and going to the Academy as part of a scholarship program for the metahuman employees. However, due to the hastiness of Operation Torchsnuff's preparation, not much research was done on the Academy and there was barely any time to do any significant recon, so personnel in the Academy are blind as a bat at this point.

Liana Washington

"Last One Standing" by T-Mass (feat. Openwater)

Name
Liana Washington

Gender
Female

Species
Human Vampire

Age
28

Room Number
334

Rooming With
Epsilon

Alignment
In between True Neutral and Chaotic Good

Appearance

_{FC: Yvonne Houston}
She often always wears a revealing stab-proof vest either under or without any other clothes to serve as both a tank top and as protection against fatal wood stabbings.

Personality
Liana's a rather casual person, and thanks to her newfound vampire abilities, she can afford to be. While she's casual in regards to herself, she still values the lives of others, and takes them and her particular line of work very seriously. Liana hasn't been around too many people, so she might act casual in the face of authorities as well. She might be quite cold (emotionally and literally) when on the job against enemies, any friend she does make she's absolutely loyal to. Due to her being a solo contractor for Peace Sentinel, she doesn't interact with people as much as she would like. While she loves a good fight as anyone else, she's not the type to kill unnecessarily. She targets her marks and her marks only, and tries to minimize damage to others as much as possible. Due to her vampire tendencies, she tries to keep her feeding to a minimum, or at least feed on consensual individuals/her marks. She will also go out of her way to help others, but she hopes to never answer the question of whether she chooses to save the innocent or kill the guilty, if the choice was either or... because she wouldn't know how to answer that one.

Bio
Born and raised in New York City, Liana grew up in a rough environment that really screwed up with her mind, as well as her sense of morality. When she was young, she lost her mother and brother to gang violence, as well as many friends she knew and loved as well. In turn, she was desensitized to violence, and enjoyed the idea of killing the bad men and women behind the murder of her loved ones. She grew up to become a killer, though while she retained the memories of the pain she went through when losing her family and friends to gang violence (and the fact that the NYPD were incredibly helpful), she never inflicted such pain upon the innocent or the good, and even helps them if she can (though she might go too far, like murdering an abusive spouse in one instance). Since she was 16, she was a a hitwoman for hire. She went under a strict training regimen, having learned from books and other assassins (that she later killed when she found out that they targeted innocents too). At one point, she was hired by a criminal gang to kill an NYPD police chief and his entire family, to which she responded by eliminating every single armed member of the group, and torturing their boss to death. On one of her jobs, on a hit to take out a cultist, she was captured and drugged, and was unwillingly turned into a vampire by the whole cult through a dark ritual. Not only did it make her a vampire with a variety of powers, but also an even more powerful assassin than she already was. Needless to say, none of the cultists survived the ordeal. However, later in her life, she was discovered by Peace Sentinel, and while she wasn't too much of a fan of them, they had plenty of work for her to do, and she became their professional assassin for at least a few years, earning fat paychecks for assassinating important figures of enemy groups (crime bosses, cartel chapos, enemy generals, genocidal politicians, etc). While she was in Peace Sentinel, she had a fling with Carmen once, but it didn't last too long. She was then tasked to the Ordinary Mythical Academy to take down Sekhemi. It's just another job for her, no more, no less.

Powers
Liana has most of the abilities and limitations that come with being a vampire. Her abilities include but are not limited to:
Smoke Transformation
Bat Transformation
Super Strength (Can Lift a Pickup and Flip a Semi)
Super Speed (Not dedicated, but can run twice as fast as normal human)
Spider-Climbing
Night Vision
Mind Control (Requires focus on Liana's part and a beta-wave mind on target's part)
Nigh-Invulnerability (only a wooden weapon through the heart or decapitation can kill her)
Regeneration (comes with nigh-invulnerability, all non-lethal injuries heal during rest)
Retractable Claws
Echolocation
"Game Face" (she bares her teeth and roars, making her a bit like a monster)

However, with all of these awesome powers, she also has weaknesses. Salt and garlic, while not lethal, can mess with her senses and give her a headache. Silver burns her, but isn't lethal. The sun makes her feel uncomfortable, and too much light can hurt her eyes. Getting stabbed in the heart by wood is the only way to kill her, but in order to compensate, she often wears a concealed stab-proof vest. Everything else deals non-lethal damage, and while it won't kill her, enough can stun her. She's the type of vampire who isn't apt with any extra magical abilities (and thus cannot detect any kind of magic), and is just as susceptible to non-mental magical attacks as anyone else. She cannot be heard or seen in mirrors/recording equipment, which she uses to her advantage to make it much more difficult for authorities to track her during an assassination (but it's also why she's often tasked on assignments alone, she can't communicate with other units over the radio, and can only rely on number stations and encrypted texts). While she can consume on artificial blood, animal blood and packed/frozen blood, she prefers the blood of humans, particularly women of the consenting variety. It keeps her alive, though thanks to the fact that she's only been a vampire for 3 years, she doesn't need to feed often. She can also eat raw human and animal flesh as well, and while she finds it tasty, the blood that comes with it is what she survives on. Holy symbols and fire burn her non-lethally as well, and one could tell she's a vampire from her super cold skin (if they hadn't seen her fangs already).

Other than her vampire abilities, Liana's skills as an assassin are almost unparalleled. She was one of the best in New York, having undergone a strict training regimen that put her health at risk. She excels at history and chemistry, having learned about the history of assassins, as well as making her own medicines, poisons and bombs. Having learned from many assassins, she is a great shot with handguns and rifles, and is excellent at close quarters combat and stealth as well.

Likes
Killing Bad Folks, Money, Waffles, Ice Cream, the Dark, the Thrill of the Hunt, Human Blood

Dislikes
Killing Innocent or Good Folks, Wanton Destruction, Unnecessary Violence, people that get in her way, Religious People (from the cults that drugged her and the normal religious folk profiling her on her vampirism)

Family
What was left of her family was shot dead by gangs.

Friends
Liana has no friends, but if someone plays their cards right, they can earn a loyal one in Liana.

Enemies
She has no current enemies, but her target Sekhemi, she has a cold disregard for.

Sentimental Attachment
Has the necklace that her mother once wore when she was alive, and reminds Liana that she's a human (vampire) who makes choices, not an instrument without.

Weapon
If she can, she normally carries a custom CZ-75 (9mm Parabellum) complete with an effective suppressor on a hip holster, normally attaching the suppressor separately before an assassination. However, when she needs to go to battle, she carries the nearly-silent MP5SD (9mm Parabellum). Both weapons are privately purchased by Liana herself, but they pass Peace Sentinel's strict standards on field weapons.

Other

Currently works for the rather secretive but well-equiped organization known as Peace Sentinel, who works as an intelligence firm, peacekeeping organization and an black-ops military force for any country that needs them. While Liana does not carry anything that refers back to PS, Peace Sentinel is always within her mind so any telepath could pick up on that relatively easily. As part of Operation Torchsnuff, all personnel involved carry the same cover story of 'working for Hendrix Tactical', a shell company of Peace Sentinel, and going to the Academy as part of a scholarship program for the metahuman employees. However, due to the hastiness of Operation Torchsnuff's preparation, not much research was done on the Academy and there was barely any time to do any significant recon, so personnel in the Academy are blind as a bat at this point.

Edit History

Edit 01: Added Edit hider, and changed Hakeem's theme song.
Edit 02: Added Peace Sentinel emblems to both character sheets to make allegiances a little more obvious, and to add a little more flair to the sheets.
Edit 03: Decided that the Peace Sentinel stylizations are too much and simply added it in as "Other".
Edit 04: Compounded Carmen's abilities to one Power, and changed Hakeem's abilities to make him fully Telekinetic.
Edit 05: Added Galil SAR under weapons, and changed Carmen's melee weapon to a combat knife.
Edit 06: Added "Enemies" section, and edited the Galils a little.
Edit 07: Filled in room assignments.
Edit 08: Filled in Face Claims.
Edit 09: Added in Liana Washington as a third character.
Edit 10: Added Peace Sentinel header to this post to make it easier to find.
Edit 11: Changed Liana's appearance pic to something more suitable.
Edit 12: Added a little depth to Liana's alignment.
Edit 13: Vastly improved everyone's Bio and Personalities.
Edit 14: Added "regeneration" to Liana's abilities.
Edit 15: Changed room assignments for Liana.
Edit 16: Made Liana look like a vampire.
Edit 17: Changed Liana's loadout.
Edit 18: Added nightvision power and overexposure weakness to Liana.
Edit 19: Realized that I made a fuckton of edits to Liana, because this is my first time playing a Vampire, but I've changed up her personality in light of her characterization in the Discord chatplay.
Edit 20: Added Echolocation trait after discovering that it could be a legitimate ability in Discord chatplay.
Edit 21: Added 'raw human and animal flesh' to eating habits because it's constantly brought up and not written here.
Edit 22: Added weaknesses to Magic for Liana in order to compensate for her many strengths. Again discovered in chatplay.
Edit 23: Updated character portraits of Hakeem and Carmen, to help with my OCD in regards to crop proportions and better fit characters.
Edit 24: Filled in bullet calibers for the Galils, and added "Parabellum" to the 9mm weapons for consistency.
Edit 25: Changed Liana's "battle" gun from a Vector to an MP5SD, which makes more sense.
Edit 26: Changed Liana's text color into something more readable.
Edit 27: Added "Parabellum" to Liana's CZ because I'm an idiot who can't write, and clarified Liana's alignment.
Edit 28: Added Liana's stab-resistant vest to Appearance.
Edit 29: Added Hendrix Tactical cover story to all characters.
Edit 30: Changed ammo descriptions from the American "9mm Luger" to the universally accepted "9mm Parabellum"
Edit 31: Changed Liana's MP5 pic to something a little more visually accurate.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

I honestly gotta go to work soon but I'll see if I can squeeze in an intro post tonight. :D