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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mounte Bank

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Location: Shadowell Manor (Front Gate, chair 11)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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As Mounte Bank observed the carriage slowly engulfed by the hazy fog of the Shadowell forest, his mind was captivated by the beauty of it. On a normal day, the difference between losing oneself out here and getting out in one piece is insignificant, seeing how dense the forest is. The sun seems to have forsaken this center of the world, as clouds roll by and block its light from revealing the forest’s wickedness and its vicious nature among the inhabitants under these shades. Who could tell how many corpses had lain beneath and become fertile for the trees in here to grow so high? Who could tell how many poisonous and venomous being had called this place as home?

But even the purgatory has a way out. In the middle of the dense forest, amidst of the dead trees and leaves, of rotting carcasses and sharp twigs that protrude from the grounds like fingers of the dead, a clear path paves through hell. But isn’t it a little bit strange for a group of unsocialized people to have a well-maintained path? But then again, this can be the only hospitality that the owner could spare for his guest before sending his henchmen to murder the trespassers and thieves that “accidentally lost.”

Despite for whatever purpose the road and the house were originally built for, it would be safe to assume the place would seem to be crowded. And, hopefully, livelier as well.

But as they ventured deeper into the thick smog, the carriage goes slower and slower until came to a crawling speed of a turtle. The violent vibration from wheels against the pebbles beneath slowly turned into a mother cradling her child to sleep. But no one dared to let their heavy eyelids to close down. For maybe, a thief could be just waiting to slit their throats open at the next sharp turn, or a pack of wolves is on the hunt, trying to scramble some small piece of meat for their winter.

Like a small island during an angry typhoon, the three men bundles to each other for a limited chance to stay alive. The postillion focused on directing the pair of horses on their path, sometimes cracking whips beside them to force the frightened beings to move onward. Beside him, the stable boy is constantly on the lookout, carefully picking up strange noises against the hooves of the horses and the heavy wheel on the road. The lanterns provide a pleasant light against the snapping cold of mid-winter but seem to be so useless in indicating the road ahead. And where was Mounte Bank? Oh, he was in the carriage, finding himself to be sipping a cup of cold tea and biting to some mints while repeating the alias. Some may call him a rude person for not being more helpful. But in Mounte Bank’s experience, it is best to leave the professional to do their jobs.

Suddenly, the sound of dogs barking can be heard; followed by the sound of something rusty and heavy was slowly opened. A soft knock on the door, followed by the high pitch of the stable boy confirming that they have come to place. Checking to see if he had left anything behind, Mounte walks proudly outside of his carriage, only to be welcomed by the cold embracement of winter. I am too old for this, he thinks before pulling his coats closer to each other and walk over to the welcoming committee. But maybe he was too hopeful as the committee turned out to be worse. The vision of something lively and elegance now turned upside down into a hole for bandits and thugs to gather around during the cold winter. Giving a nod of recognition to the servants, Mounte handed the invitation to the one that was opening his palm. And while doing so, the dogs’ eyes followed every movement of the stranger before him. Checking to see if he forgot leaving anything behind, Mounte walks proudly outside of his carriage, only to be welcomed by the cold embracement of winter. And despite having the urge to just asking the servants to gut them, Mounte held the grudges against the four-legged pals deep in his heart. For although he might be guest, Mounte wasn’t sure what is the view of the Ambesires owner toward these masked visitors. Each here might be kings and queens, head of strong families or the walking sin for others. Or whatever that couple doing, resting in each other arms like that during this social meeting. But he paid no mind for those fruitless things. It is best to leave it for the professional, he thinks before silently taking one of the middle seats on the strange transportation. Letting his eyes to rest, Mounte Bank prepares himself for what the future may give.

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Johnathan Mathias Rex

Basic Information

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NAME: Johnathan Mathias Rex
SPECIES: Homo- Superior
AGE: 24
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 176cm-56kg
SUBJECT NAME: X-23-18
CODENAME: Moth/ Nightmoth
GENDER: Male

ABILITIES AND POWER

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SELF DEVELOPMENT

• Peak Human Agility
• Peak Human Balance
• Peak Human Flexibility
• Peak Human Reflexes:
  Overall:Through extensive amount of training, the subject has reached the limit of human capability in agility, balance, flexibility, and reflexes. The user is highly recommended for infiltrating as well as close quarter combat.

M U T A T I O N

• Sleeplessness
• Sleep Inducement: Through physical contact, X-23-18 is able to force the target to enter stage 3 of sleep almost instantly. Without further interaction between the user and the target, the effect would cease after 8 hours or so. But continuous use of this power will extend the effect indefinitely which could cause the target to die due to starvation, dehydration, or system failure without proper and extensive cares.
• Night Empowerment: During the night, X-23-18’s durability, endurance, sensory system, speed, stamina, and strength receive a boost to reach an equivalence of Olympic athletes. X-23-18 also receive a minor regenerative heal during the night in which, at its maximum, is only able to close wounds. Through an extensive amount of researches and training, it seems the target’s current regenerative factor does not support the skeletal adamantium reinforcement plan. If the damage lies in his DNA, his telomeres will grow during the night to its one half of the day before. But it does not grow indefinitely.

W E A K N E S S

• Human: Despite being relatively stronger than a normal human, a well-put bullet may end X-23-18’s life.
• Limited sensory system: In order to effectively avoid bullets, X-23-18 is required to identify where the projectiles are coming from. And again, a well shot in the head would do the trick.
• Mind Control: X-23-18 has yet to demonstrate the ability to resist mind-based attacks and will likely not to in the future.

I N F O

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Project “Nightwalker” Report #1

This is it. The first infant was able to survive the installment of Jonas Graymalkin’s DNA. With the infant being born without any detectable birth defects, I am happy to say that our developed technique in creating an indestructible squad, suitable for night based operation, is within grasp. A perfect group of soldiers, who can’t be killed by normal means during the night will drastically cut the company’s expenditure during its raiding against the remaining settlements of mutants. And more than anything, cutting undesirable projects and potential opponents. But for now, I assure the directors will be pleased to hear that their investment had not gone in vain.

Dr. Jonathan Rex

Project “Nightwalker” Report #2

The board was very complying to hear the final result of the project. But still, their orders to maintain one of each type is questionable. It seems like the company’s target is to have a variety within their team with at least one of each type of mutation. But I can't help to question what are they going to decide to do with the X-23 projects which resulted in multiple plant-based powers. But that is none of my concern right now.

For the current moment, we are currently creating plans for the X-23-18’s future development. Although it is quite futile until we are able to identify X-23-18’s mutation, I still think the success of a project relies heavily on the preparation phase. If my calculation is correct, Moth’s X-gene will be able to activate itself during his third years. This offers us one more year to find him a suitable development plan.

Dr. Jonathan Rex

Project “Nightwalker” Report #3

Although X-23-18’s developed power is within the reasonable range, I can’t help but begin to question what factors that affect the infant’s mutation ability. For all I know, all the external factors had been similar to Jonas’ case during his possible X-gene awakening situation. The environment that the woman's pregnancy was predominantly in the dark and very cramped to establish a false sense of being underground. She does not have any means to communicate with the world outside, similar to the experience of being buried alive. Given these external factors had been limited from the equation, it is only rational to question the gene itself. But for the last time I check, the genes sequences that are probably resulted in Jonas’ empowerment was identical with a minor uncertainty caused by the measurement devices.

Still, with the latest equipment, the invincibility of Jonas Malkin does not appear during Moth's inspection. It seems whatever it is, the ability does not exist despite his gene is a copy of Malkin. But here is my hypothesis, I haven’t had enough data to prove its validity.

Could it be possible that the mutants’ powers are actually concepts which were materialized as DNA? Although having no resemblances, there are still some similarities between Jonas and X-23-18 as they both fall during the concept of night. I have heard about double or triple mutations after the X-gene itself was activated. And for the most case, the newly formed powers are somewhat similar to the user’s first gained mutation abilities. For the company case, I could only found one case where the project went further mutation. The project was branded as X-22-12, in which the company planned to further enhanced the project's mutation. It seems after an extensive amount of training and torture to force out the mutation, X-22-12 was able to completely become a flame being. The data shows he is mostly immune to physical attacks. Sadly, the Flame, what the specimen used to call, died in an attack against an ice mutant. That is all the data I was able to collect for now.

For Moth, his power is to send the target/victim into a deep slumber, quickly incapacity the target without harming them. Although it seems to be overpowered, being a scientist myself, I had already devised multiples plans to counter his ability. It seems there are almost no truly overpowered powers, only the most balanced.

And although ’s Moth's sleep inducement ability to permeate through physical contact despite a protective suit in between posing some troubles for his future training, I had sent the request for the engineering department to create a robot with movement learning program for him. It would possibly take a year, maybe two by the latest if they decided to slack off. But for now, the child needs to be intoxicating by this idea, in which I am beginning to see as needlessly wasteful. Why waste such a useful race like them based on fear?

Dr. Jonathan Rex

Project “Nightwalker” Report #4

I couldn’t help but express my utmost gratitude toward the existence of Moth. At a normal glance, his own existence is only a mutation within the 23rd chromosome according to Professor Beast, or as some of my colleagues call it, “mutations processes beings over-complicated.” Thus, as a normal biologist, it is only rational to come to the delusion that the mutant’s power derived from his/her genes.

This, in any case, are not the total truth. Through some meetings with my colleagues, we were able to observe the increase in plant manipulation type powers within the X-23 project, which goes against the company’s initial plans. But now is not the time to discuss the company decision, despite the board are going to read about this after this report being completed.

For a long debate time, we biologists have long discussed the necessity of sleep and its function within the human’s brain. It is, inevitably, necessary for all of us human. Although there are some cases, for example, the Morvan’s syndrome, where the patient could live without sleep for a long period of time (usually weeks, there are some cases in which the patient’s brain pattern does not show any sign of entering any stages of sleep for months). But these come with a heavy cost that usually outweighs the benefits of this syndrome. Insomnia, delirium, and sudden muscles contraction are a few to name.

But Moth’s, he is different.

In some way, these symptoms do not appear in his case despite the boy’s brain had never entered any stages of sleep. Despite psychological treatments or sleep gas being applied to a lethal dose, possibly killing a healthy adult and fit male without careful, Moth’s shows no signs of any dizziness or drowsiness whether the medications was applied before or after his daily training.

It seems, after the elimination process, he self-developed it. Or in fact, his brain self-developed it. As you can see, his brain is still similar to an average human brain capacity. His brain composition is still the same. The chemicals that can be found within his brain can also be found in any four years old child. But the secrets is how his brain’s function. For now, that is all I can tell. But through some rough data that I was able to pick up from the PET/MRI scanner, there seems to be some trouble within his voltage-gated potassium channel. But we had eliminated the possibility it is coming from the genetics mutation itself due to the sequences itself shows no relation to the brain’s pattern or its composition. Thus, possibly solving sleep-related problems through medications or practices.

For any case, as long as it is not birthrights, I still got a chance. Hell, maybe I can even a Nobel prize for this. And the company will gladly when it could expand its reach into the pharmaceutical markets.

Dr. Jonathan Rex

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Later story:

Life was kinda hard for Moth after he had escaped the facility. Despite taking the initiative in liberating himself from the chains, Moth has no idea what to do with his newly founded freedom. The sole reason for his escape was to avoid the sword of Damocles hanging on his neck. And now, with that sword disappeared, Moth doesn't know what to do next. Years of training had taken away his preferences for mundane projects, and the facility's policies proved to be too hostile for the outside world. Now, he doesn't even know what to do with the free time on his hand. Unlike his peers, who may be enjoying the ability to live a normal life and the hard-earned freedom, Moth found his life to be rotten with meaningless. And before he knew it, he falls into the cycle of depression and self-harm. The jagged blades carved over his skin countless time as he tries to draw out a path of himself, but proved to be futile as the wounds grow back the next day. Fortunately, the invisible pains that he felt can now be described in speakable words. And he falls for it.

The wounds began growing larger and deeper, and he felt happy. The sadness in his soul was understood by his body. There were no longer an "I" in the solution but a "We." The long face was replaced by the happy face. But rumors spread around the camp like wildfire as more and more bandages suddenly gone missing and first aid kits being used at an alarming rate. And before he comprehended his current situation, Moth was sent to speak with a psychiatrist.

But that was years ago. Now, Moth works as a forester at a nearby fort. The place was fine. It is relatively secluded from the world, despite the constant check up from the nearby military stations. It includes running water, working wifi and a good plumbing system. By the day, he trains to keep himself busy from the thoughts. By the night, he traverses the forest, checking to see if the fires were extinguished and things like that. The duty that was bestowed upon him allows his life to possess some meaning. And although minuscule, it granted him time. Time to discover the intended meaning in his life.

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Appear in: X-men: Logan-verse
Status: Dead
Reason: RP Dead

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Zhang Liu

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Zhang Liu

_{How can I help you?}

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Full Name: Zhang Yi Liu
Nickname: The New Comer
Age: 17

Gender: Male
Place of Birth: New York
Grade: 11

Strengths:

• Fast learner: Zhang learns fast when comparing to his peers. Just set an example and the boy could easily follow by. This trait of him allows the young boy to easily grasp trivial concepts like geometry and chemistry while providing no help in literature or activities that required physical exertion.
• 120% effort: Zhang tries hard to complete his task and turn in his homework on due dates while still ensuring its quality is at its best during completion.
• Karate: Although sound cools, Zhang only knows to do one thing in Karate, deflection. The boys could easily deflect oncoming attacks but lack any experiences in returning damage.
• Swimming/Climbing: Zhang excels at both of these activities. It may have something to do with his weight though.

Weaknesses:

• Near-sighted: As the name implied, Zhang is very near-sighted. Without the aid of his glasses, the boy is illiterate when trying to read any books that are placed further than 50cm from his eyes. 20 meters or more and everything seems to have its own duplication. Although he could squint to see clearer, doing so would put much strain on his eyes which will inevitably be resulted in tearings.
• Temperature sensitive: The boy is extremely sensitive to temperatures differences. Although everybody else may complain about how hot it is, it is not a strange sight for Zhang to ask to increase the temperature. Staying at 30 degrees Celsius is enough for this kid to catch a cold.
• Selfish: Although he may appear to be a selfless person, Zhang is actually a very selfish person. He has a strong desire of owning everything.
• Malnourished: The boy’s body is underweight compared to the average Body Mass Index (BMI). This causes him many troubles in physical activities like push-ups or marathons and making him an unsuitable candidate for physical demanding activity.
• Cursed Bloodline: His father has high cholesterol problems. His grandmother has Alzheimer during her 60s. His grandfather died due to pneumonia caused by Parkinson. In truth, Zhang is a loser at genetic gambling. Although there are no current problems with his physical health, Zhang possibility to have any of those three mentioned diseases is very likely.
• Mental medication: Because of having these illusions of unreal voices and imageries, Zhang is required to take medications for the safety of himself and those around him. And although he may appear to be normal, Zhang does not prefer anyone to mention his current state.
• Weight Illusion: Although being a boy, Zhang is currently having an illusion of losing weight to appear thinner. And you don’t need further explanation to see how he got malnourishment.

Belongings:

• Glasses: Without it, Zhang is basically blind.

Relationships:

• Cixin Liu: Zhang’s uncle. He works as a psychiatrist at the town. Although having a quite important job, there aren’t that many people that needed his help. So in his free time, Cixin usually prefer to read some books or practicing his arts. His mother sent Zhang to live with his uncle due to his specialty in mental problems.
• Joshua Martinez: An employee at Youngster’s Paradise. He is probably one of the few that knew where Zhang usually went to. Although they didn’t talk much, Josh does possess some knowledge about his friend’s condition.
• Jasmine Chang: Zhang’s mother. She is a manager at the Sheraton New York Times Square Hotel. A hardworking and lovable person, there aren’t enough words to describe a person who raised a child by herself in the hustle and bustle of New York City. Although wanted to stay by his side during his treatments, the job that provided her livelihood and his medication won’t allow her for a soft moment. In return, she makes sure to call him every night and morning. But Zhang’s feelings toward his mother are mixed. A part of him is emotionally attached to her commitment and determination. But a part of him is fueled by rage and a sense of disgust at his mother’s girlfriend. It is not that Zhang has some prejudices toward LGBT people. It is just his heart could not accept the reality of his mother having another one. In his imagination, she was supposed to be in more pain and guilt and not taking another step.
• Wang Liu: Zhang’s father. He used to own a construction company. But due to an accident, he left the mortal realm on Zhang’s birthday. For his father’s death, Zhang had always pressed himself, despite the fact that his father passing is nothing more than an accident.

Fun Fact:
Zhang could complete one book, 400 pages thick, within 8 hours while still possessed some relatively good idea about what is being written. A task that few of his peers could compare.

Introduction:

Father’s death

Today is a sunny day. School has just been over, yet the heat was already unbearable. On the news, reporters reported multiple bushfires in California. Meteorologists warned about an imminent heat wave across the east side of the nation. Another petition of those environmentalists before the White House, asking the government to take further action in reducing the CO2 emission at the next Paris Convention. Another topic was born Reddit, asking the question of how humankind would meet its doom and probably pointing out how horrible human race is to its homeland.

But for the majority of the world, people don’t care. They already had enough trouble in their workplaces, in their houses and the expectations to care for those frivolous things. And who can blame them? Out of a thousand, eight had just passed out. Out of a thousand, nineteen cries of newborns was heard. And out of that vast place that the people there don’t know people here, a happy birthday song is sung as well as tears were shed for those buried underground or cremated.

Understatement is an overrated word. None can truly understand the real meaning of grief. But yet, here they stand, griefing about Wang’s death. The sun is bright with no hinted of clouds in the sky. The hot breeze of summer swept the family graveyard, making a few to clutch for their hats. The children, the innocent ones, laugh out as they played hide and seek, completely unnoticed of the sadness and the unspeakable weight of the coffin that is slowly descending into the brown earth. Clutching a small heap of sand in hands, the grown-up slowly approaches the pit. It was a normal pit, where the corpse and the coffin are thrown in, waiting for its inevitable decomposition in a decade or more. But to them, to the Liu’s family, it was not a normal grave. When placing in, the person will cut his or her communication with the mortal realm, devoid of all links to their loved ones. And despite the patriarch of the family said that his father would be with his grandfather and his great-grandfather, Zhang knew it was not cased. The answer did not suffice to how his mother reacts to his father’s death, despite her knowledge about the family’s custom. He could still remember his mother when she received the news of her husband’s death, the poor soul fainted. The next thing that he knew was how his mother cried against another woman’s chest, practically pouring her soul out for the strange woman.

And now, after two weeks, she was still heartbroken by her husband’s death. The figure in black pained him, urging him to tell his mom that everything is going to be alright. To promise her that he will do anything to make his father proud, to live up his name. To provide her with a place to lie upon. But deep down, Zhang knew it would never be true. By her side, he saw a strange figure that he had forced to be familiarized with these few days. Her name was Talia if he was unmistaken, a Bengali by blood and a rightful citizen of United and States. Her English was extraordinary, only using of what they called “Southern England” accent. Her posture was well trained, crossed legs when seated, straightened back even when talking casually with mom, used this certain spoons/ forks/ knives for this very course. In fact, pointed out if he is wrong, but Zhang thinks it is possible that mom’s interest and practice of having three separate courses spark from this very individual. This person, this alien, is so strange to him. And mom, the person that Zhang thought he knew very well of, who is she? Is she the person that went straight from home after work? Is she the person that likes Yao Beina, or just a woman that likes this music in order to fit with her lover? And is the love she used to tell so proudly of belonging to father or this stranger?

Zhang knew how much understanding he needs to give to his mother during these crisis states. But he doesn’t know how long he could maintain to be deaf and blind. What was his mother thinking? Bring a complete stranger and having no links to the family coming here. His hand clasps against each other, feeling the shapes of bones protrude from his white gloves. Just like every other male of the family, Zhang wears a white suit today. The sunlight reflected from his suit highlighted the uncomfortable sense of feeling he is currently having. In some strange and backward logic, his father’s death felt insignificant compared to the strange figure’s that his mother’s head is resting on.

“Zhang Yi Liu. The oldest son of the Liu’s family.”

The shout from the monk draws Zhang’ s attention back to his father. Coming out from the line, Zhang slowly approached his father’s grave. His eyes, with the aid of the thick glasses, slowly absorbing the details of the grave. There were only four significant things to be noticed from the grave. First, the black marble and the inscription on its surface. Secondly, the father’s picture and his soft smile. Thirdly, the white numbers 24.6.1978- 1.6.2017. Finally, a quote. Although there are more to say about his father grave, Zhang’s attention couldn't be used on his father’s resting place. Somehow, his mother sobbing came to a stop during his kowtowing. Quickly completing his kowtowing along with his uncles, another two head families patriarchs, Zhang back out from the queue and letting others to pay their respect. His heart weighted to how Talia clutches her hand in Jasmine's trembling hands. Her tears had come to stop somehow only trouble Zhang's mind furthermore, knowing well that it was an accomplishment from a complete stranger.

The rest of the ceremony was quick. And before he knew it, the ceremony was over. The sun was in the middle of the sky. The child waves of laughter had come to a stop. And far away, his mother was being guided to her car by Talia. His mother is more relieved now, seemingly collecting some parts of her heart after the incidents. But still, the scars run deep and hard to mend. Her husband’s death was too much for her heart to take another step. But no matter how hard he tried, Zhang could not sweep the image of Talia stopped his mother from crying. He knew understanding for his mother’s current state is required, but just how much before that stranger take her away from him?

Appear in: Gobonauts Invisible Invasion
Status: Rp dead
Reason: No one fulfill their promises.

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