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The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

𝙰𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚗. 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎-𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎.

𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. "𝚈𝚎𝚙, 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐."𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙴𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 (𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊) 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑. 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝙴𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛. 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚝𝚑-𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍-𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝-𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚋 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗-𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝. "𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚐𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝." 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕-𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Kleo Alves

"Permission to be a badass, dewd?"

Name: Kleo Alves

Age: 25

Species: Human

Appearance: A dork standing at 5'8, decently athletic build mixed with some crown braids a various combat gear. She appears to be unaugmented in a world full of tekk.

Background: Hailing from 'Paradise Lost' Kleo made a solid name for herself in the criminal underworld as a sophisticated con woman. Forging checks, wire fraud, and impersonation all these crimes eventually caught up to Kleo and her money bags. Landing in a UCL-controlled prison she got a nice fat 10 year sentence for her crimes against her people, the state, and many others. While being a valuable asset to any criminal organization it would not be some mob or cartel that would come knocking for her services. In fact it was the UCL itself, with the Reckoning of Empires kicking off Kleo took a deal for a clean record should she serve and survive the massive war.

The young dork eventually found herself in an infantry unit, though she would have some leeway of her service shoving herself in as a combat medic. The war hit a climax with epic battles on space stations, combat in deep and dead space. Witnessing hell crawl into reality from the Chasm and then fighting said creatures back into the depths of the Chas'. Conquering, Looting, tragedy and sin the fatal four that plays out in story tale heroics and fables of war. Nothing was ever the same, everything was a bleak red-and-white meat grinder for the next man to fall into.

It went on like that for a few years, until it was finally over. After an incident that remains in the annuals of a classified document, Kleo was yoinked from the existence of the UCL ranks as she fell into a void in between legal ambiguity and the Chasm itself. Officially, Lance Corporal Kleo Alves retired after the Reckoning of Empires - however, contrary to the official story a young god-fearing woman soldiers on for someone else's interests.

Character Evaluation: To sum up Kleo, bubbly, chill, nerdish with a hint of mischief. Kleo is a felon who constantly seeks opportunities to further herself or her big phat wallet. At the expense of her comrades if it suits her, living day to day in some instances. Kleo has a passionate hate towards eldritch horror, the occult and all things supernatural. It just has to go, although not a follower of any religion (they could be helping the Chasm) she's pro-humanist. Sorry xenos.

Skills: Emergency Medical Aid, Recconssiance, Fraud - Forgery and all sorts of white color crime, Survival craft, The Art of being an 'infantrymen'. Some level of hacking/decking. Quite a silver tongue on her. Close quarters combat, sometimes.

Loadout: Rockefeller Light Infantry MK4 - a set of UCL Spec-ops armor, slick and expensive - probably stolen. Adequate armor protection, color replaced with whatever outfit she reps at the time. Comes with a cool helmet.

Oxley Arms Reaper - A ballistics based 10mm SMG (or equivalent) built for spec ops and covert operations. Highly customizable, mags, sights, silencer you name it. Used for killing dewds.

Mono-Gladius - A roman style sword, with mono-fibre lining on the blade, allowing the user to cut through almost anything.

Take+GO Kit 42 - A kit used for breaking into places, a favorite among Paradise Lost citizens.

"Fight The Occult" by: Dr. Hunter Powell - A book detailing occultic occurrences, monsters from the chasm and how to kill them, the cultist and the gods that made them. *In the opinion of Dr. Hunter Powell*

The Evenomed: Violent Military SciFi Action Across A Post-War Expanse

Kleo Alves

"Permission to be a badass, dewd?"

Name: Kleo Alves

Age: 25

Species: Human

Appearance: A dork standing at 5'8, decently athletic build mixed with some crown braids a various combat gear. She appears to be unaugmented in a world full of tekk.


Background: Hailing from 'Paradise Lost' Kleo made a solid name for herself in the criminal underworld as a sophisticated con woman. Forging checks, wire fraud, and impersonation all these crimes eventually caught up to Kleo and her money bags. Landing in a UCL-controlled prison she got a nice fat 10 year sentence for her crimes against her people, the state, and many others. While being a valuable asset to any criminal organization it would not be some mob or cartel that would come knocking for her services. In fact it was the UCL itself, with the Reckoning of Empires kicking off Kleo took a deal for a clean record should she serve and survive the massive war.

The young dork eventually found herself in an infantry unit, though she would have some leeway of her service shoving herself in as a combat medic. The war hit a climax with epic battles on space stations, combat in deep and dead space. Witnessing hell crawl into reality from the Chasm and then fighting said creatures back into the depths of the Chas'. Conquering, Looting, tragedy and sin the fatal four that plays out in story tale heroics and fables of war. Nothing was ever the same, everything was a bleak red-and-white meat grinder for the next man to fall into.

It went on like that for a few years, until it was finally over. After an incident that remains in the annuals of a classified document, Kleo was yoinked from the existence of the UCL ranks as she fell into a void in between legal ambiguity and the Chasm itself. Officially, Lance Corporal Kleo Alves retired after the Reckoning of Empires - however, contrary to the official story a young god-fearing woman soldiers on for someone else's interests.

Character Evaluation: To sum up Kleo, bubbly, chill, nerdish with a hint of mischief. Kleo is a felon who constantly seeks opportunities to further herself or her big phat wallet. At the expense of her comrades if it suits her, living day to day in some instances. Kleo has a passionate hate towards eldritch horror, the occult and all things supernatural. It just has to go, although not a follower of any religion (they could be helping the Chasm) she's pro-humanist. Sorry xenos.

Skills: Emergency Medical Aid, Recconssiance, Fraud - Forgery and all sorts of white color crime, Survival craft, The Art of being an 'infantrymen'. Some level of hacking/decking. Quite a silver tongue on her. Close quarters combat, sometimes.


Loadout: Rockefeller Light Infantry MK4 - a set of UCL Spec-ops armor, slick and expensive - probably stolen. Adequate armor protection, color replaced with whatever outfit she reps at the time. Comes with a cool helmet.

Oxley Arms Reaper - A ballistics based 10mm SMG (or equivalent) built for spec ops and covert operations. Highly customizable, mags, sights, silencer you name it. Used for killing dewds.

Mono-Gladius - A roman style sword, with mono-fibre lining on the blade, allowing the user to cut through almost anything.

Take+GO Kit 42 - A kit used for breaking into places, a favorite among Paradise Lost citizens.

"Fight The Occult" by: Dr. Hunter Powell - A book detailing occultic occurrences, monsters from the chasm and how to kill them, the cultist and the gods that made them. *In the opinion of Dr. Hunter Powell*

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Yeah no problem. @AlphaRomeo

The Evenomed: Violent Military SciFi Action Across A Post-War Expanse

Sup, cute bump. I'm in the discord.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

@AlphaRomeo@PastelScoops

Yeah you guys are free to apply and make characters :)

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

𝙰𝚝𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛? 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔.

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗."
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

We're looking for new players, RP is still fresh.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Apologies for the delay been held up with some IRL, I'll have the post up tomorrow.

@DarckLeon @rocketrobie2