I have NOT ABANDONED THIS. I've been busy, and Zoom is being worked on as we speak. I'm making a posting schedule so that I'm not this.....late. Damn it, I pulled a Barry Allen.
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Sorry guys, I've been wildly sidetracked by life, getting my job in order, so I'll get a post as soon as I can/as soon as I see a way to implement Morrigan into the story.
Eobard, contrary to public opinion, was actually a levelheaded man. He was NOT a bloodthirsty speed demon. Barry Allen MADE him into that. But he was not fighting Barry Allen. He was fighting guards of Belle Reve, the World's foremost prison for supervillains. Even as he snapped necks, and vibrated his hands through chest cavities, he thought, mostly at the speed of sound. _Waller wanted us to break out,but she's clearly with the government.She has the leverage to get us out of here, but left the GPS coordinates to the plane out..._ Eobard paused, and punched a guard in the throat, before running back to Slade Wilson.
"I know what you're thinking,Slade. You're thinking Waller wanted us to work together,and by leaving the GPS She knew you'd have to rely on me somehow. See if you can't make a distraction while I vibrate through the walls. I'll see if I can locate our bird."
With that, not even bothering to listen to Slade, he moved so fast he was little more than a red-black blur. Vibrating through the walls, past rioting inmates and guards trying to restore order, everything looked like it'd snapped into place. As a speedster, one as powerful as him, anyway, he innately knew how fast not only he, but objects around him were moving. It was something He knew only Barry Allen and himself could do, and that pleased him greatly. Currently, he was somewhere around 900MPH, and climbing. It was in the swamps of Louisiana, that he kicked up in speed, searching everywhere for the UH-60 they would commandeer. Bird was an outdated term, and he knew by Waller's tone that it was either a helicopter or a cargo plane. He was banking on the UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter.
_There._ It was sitting in a cornfield, unprotected 20 miles from the team's position.
If I need to make it longer, let me know.
Name: Morrigan Jones
Height: Five feet, Eleven inches.
Weight: 110
Age: 19
Face: [img=http://home.intekom.com/CroMagnon/ME3/Jack.jpg]
Appearance: Morrigan has dark green eyes, and dark brown hair, close to black. Her hair is thigh length, and she has tattoos from just under her jaw to her waist, going down her neck, all the way down her arms to her knuckles. Her tattoos cover her entire torso as well. She generally wears dresses, or skinny jeans and Deathcore band tshirts
Personality: She is sort of a girly-tomboy hybrid, as in, she looks like a heavily tattooed girly girl, yet acts largely like a tomboy. She is a lesbian and thus, prefers the company of women, and she finds great comfort in playing the guitar in her deathcore band, named after John Milton's Paradise Lost. Due to her experiences in the orphanages, she suffers from abandonment issues, multiple personality disorder, and nightmares.
History: Born to an ultra conservative household, Morrigan was given up to orphanage by the age of ten, after confirming for herself that it was women she was attracted to. Her parents were enraged, and disowned her. They believed her "deviation" to be too far removed from the eyes of God. She was thrown out and into the cold system of orphanages with which she was to become accustomed, broken by, and rebuilt, like a jigsaw puzzle children piece together, never minding if the individual pieces fit.
She suffered a hard life there, and her slow accumulation of tattoos was because of her experiences at the Homes. Each piece tells a story, and her story is yet to truly unfold. But these experiences have made her who she is, not who she will be.
Yes, her life is fraught with experiences too horrible for her to ever fully remember, but her tattoos allow her to live with it, and move on. For instance, She has had a girlfriend, but that relationship turned abusive, violent, and she nearly died. Following that, she took up the guitar, eventually forming her band "Paradise in Hell" Her experiences gave her nightmares, something she struggles with to this day. A month following that she began to develop split personality disorder, which resulted in a stay at a mental facility. She spent a year there, suffering from her illness, and learning to control it. When she was released, and sent back to the orphanage. There, she met Lily, a small, young transgender woman. The two grew close, almost inseparable.
Yet Morrigan aged out, and began attending the local college, living in an apartment close to campus. Regardless, She took to the role of big sister well, but her various issues pushed her into fear, and so she keeps her illness from her protégé, the only person she really considers family. She hides it, and yet, she thinks Lily suspects something.
It terrifies her, and so she hides, behind her music, her studies, everything.
FallenMuse's sheet is approved :)
Spot claimed and CS inbound. Expect a heavily tattooed girl with same sex inclinations :)
Waylon Jones accepted.
Name: Sir Benjamin O’Connor II
Gender:Male
Age:21
Faction (Asasiyun, Templar, neutral, or enemy):Knights Templar
Bio: Born in 1170 to a noble Irish family, Benjamin was taken at age Seven to live with his mentor, Sir Liam. As a page, he was inquisitive of the world of knighthood, and he always was asking questions. It was during this time that he was first introduced to the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, better known as the Knights Templar. Completely enamored, he decided to join them when he was of age. In 1184, at 14, he became a squire, and began his weapons training in earnest. Yet, his master saw in him another talent, a propensity for torture, and trained the boy to be a master torturer, capable of breaking men twice his size and weight. Even with this unusual specialization, Benjamin became a more than capable fighter, and was knighted seven months prior to being sent to the Holy land, where he was inducted into the Templars.
However, even just seven months is enough time to rise in the ranks. Known for his ability to break subjects and able to profile his enemies, he was quickly moved to where he could do the most damage: Masyaf, where the burgeoning partnership between the Asasiyun and the Templars earned him his partnership with Faridah.
Strengths: Master swordsman, master interrogator and torturer. Underestimated because of his average build.
Weaknesses:Very, Very emotionally scarred from his time spent in the Holy Land. He’s headstrong and angry, but also frightened by what he’s capable of.
Appearance (words or pictures, though a picture says a thousand words):
Other (Height, Weight, distinct features, etc.): Height is 5’11” and weight is 179 pounds. Has numerous scars on his chest. Codenamed “The Jackal among the Asasiyun. Partnered with Faridah
Gender:Male
Age:21
Faction (Asasiyun, Templar, neutral, or enemy):Knights Templar
Bio: Born in 1170 to a noble Irish family, Benjamin was taken at age Seven to live with his mentor, Sir Liam. As a page, he was inquisitive of the world of knighthood, and he always was asking questions. It was during this time that he was first introduced to the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, better known as the Knights Templar. Completely enamored, he decided to join them when he was of age. In 1184, at 14, he became a squire, and began his weapons training in earnest. Yet, his master saw in him another talent, a propensity for torture, and trained the boy to be a master torturer, capable of breaking men twice his size and weight. Even with this unusual specialization, Benjamin became a more than capable fighter, and was knighted seven months prior to being sent to the Holy land, where he was inducted into the Templars.
However, even just seven months is enough time to rise in the ranks. Known for his ability to break subjects and able to profile his enemies, he was quickly moved to where he could do the most damage: Masyaf, where the burgeoning partnership between the Asasiyun and the Templars earned him his partnership with Faridah.
Strengths: Master swordsman, master interrogator and torturer. Underestimated because of his average build.
Weaknesses:Very, Very emotionally scarred from his time spent in the Holy Land. He’s headstrong and angry, but also frightened by what he’s capable of.
Appearance (words or pictures, though a picture says a thousand words):
Other (Height, Weight, distinct features, etc.): Height is 5’11” and weight is 179 pounds. Has numerous scars on his chest. Codenamed “The Jackal among the Asasiyun. Partnered with Faridah
Just then, as Reverse Flash was about to speak, he heard the speaker crackle to life as Amanda Waller's dulcet tones filtered through. "Good Morning, Convicts. I assume you all wonder why you're here. Well, you're now a team. A team under my control. A team called Task Force X. You will all do black ops missions for me, and in exchange, I will reduce your prison sentences, so you can all get out and terrorize your enemies, and land right. Back. Here. You're under my thumb, convicts. And what I say goes, or so help me I will blow your heads off with enough explosive to level Metropolis. Now, your first assignment is to break out of Belle Reve, and get to a plane twenty miles from here. TOGETHER."
Eobard knew he was the one that last word was directed at. The red and black clad speedster sighed, and started for the door of the yard when he was stopped by beeping from his collar. "I didn't say Go, yet, Eobard. Now, Suicide Squad, GO." At Amanda Waller's word, and with a sonic boom, he moved so fast he was barely more than a Red and Black blur of lightning. He snapped the neck of the overwatch guard, and moved back down towards the now open yard. An alarm sounded, and behind his steak of lightning, came guards. Great. "I come back for you, and we get a massacre on our hands. I hate mondays."
Eobard knew he was the one that last word was directed at. The red and black clad speedster sighed, and started for the door of the yard when he was stopped by beeping from his collar. "I didn't say Go, yet, Eobard. Now, Suicide Squad, GO." At Amanda Waller's word, and with a sonic boom, he moved so fast he was barely more than a Red and Black blur of lightning. He snapped the neck of the overwatch guard, and moved back down towards the now open yard. An alarm sounded, and behind his steak of lightning, came guards. Great. "I come back for you, and we get a massacre on our hands. I hate mondays."
I'll be posting tomorrow, as I just got home from a family vacation trip yesterday.
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