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Psh.
Hey @Descartes how strong and fast is your character? Durability is human, orrr?
I probably should have quoted instead of mentioned.
@yoshua171 I didn't actually say and forgot to check before submitting my character sheet. So I don't sell my character short, I think I want to let @Skallagrim decide; that is, if he doesn't mind.
Through the halls, past the rats, the smell grew ever stronger. Feces seemed to drown out even the burning smell. However, it was a fairly straight-forward passage down. Several steps occasionally plateauing where small treasure chests lay. The bottom was not too far down either. It seemed that whatever rats were underneath had already made it to the top where they had drowned out and burned, scurrying around like mad or staying still.
At the very end, a single stone door which appeared to be easily pushed open with a bit of force applied.
At the very end, a single stone door which appeared to be easily pushed open with a bit of force applied.
Name: Jordan Prentice
Alias: Heavy Metal Man Hunter
Age: 92
Sex: Male
Race: Vampire (Formerly Human)
Power Level Category: Mid
Vampire Clan: Gangrel
Subgenre of Metal: Gothic Metal
Shred Level: Ultimate
Biography: Jordan Prentice was born in the early 20th century in a quiet suburb of Los Angeles. His mother was a housewife which took care of Jordan. His father was a sailor enlisted into the US Navy. Jordan grew up as an only child. Spoiled, his first disappointment was when his father left as the First World War broke out. Jordan cried for days. He had many friends growing up, as far as he could remember. Jordan was much more sociable as a child than he was as an adult. It seemed that the older he got, the more solitary he became.
In his twenties, the second world war broke out. Not wanting to be in the war like his father, Jordan dodged the draft by excusing himself with a college education. His major was music- something which seemed simple enough to him at first glance. It was in college where he learned the fundamentals of music. It was also in college where he became a vampire. The one who embraced him was a woman who had been in the body of a twelve-year-old girl for over two hundred years. Her childer was once a Scottsman who escaped to the Americas after his clan saw persecution in his homeland. She was turned after her vampire parent saw a little girl dying of the bubonic plague. The vampire, unable to catch the disease, embraced the girl to save her from sickness.
His parent was an 10th generation vampire, thus making Jordan Prentice the 11th in line to have received the embrace. It was unknown why Jordan was embraced himself. The woman who embraced him had helped him for his first five years. The two developed a strange romance, the woman helping Jordan integrate himself into vampire society. He was soon introduced to vampire politics. While he was immersed in the life of a vampire, he had gone missing for years as a human. Society had simply declared him dead, his mother having a grave stone for him right next to his father. Jordan still visits those grave markers.
As time went by, Jordan slipped further and further into seclusion, until suddenly, a call came. Jordan was given a letter, tasked to kill a man for a sum of money. In his unlife, Jordan had no need for such earthly compensation, and yet he commenced with the job. The man was slain, his body drained of blood, and then his body disposed of. When he met his new boss, it was another vampire. He too was 11th generation but older than Jordan. His mission was made clear when Jordan was given his next target- another vampire. This time, much thinner in blood, and Jordan himself could sense it. His targets were thin-blooded vampires, those of 19th and 20th generation. Simply put, his job was to "delay the apocalypse", removing the amount of thinblooded vampires. Jordan became known in the vampire community as an infamous kinslayer. He adopted a new facade- the Heavy Metal Man Hunter.
It seemed that Jordan actually had some kind of talent for it. These talents did not go unnoticed, however. An inter-dimensional traveler took notice. Jordan was then tasked to hunt targets not from the same universe and given the proper tools to do so.
Note - Gangrel: Jordan's vampire clan. Thought to have originated in medieval England, the Gangrel are a group of vampires who have gained a stronger affinity to their beast aspect as opposed to other vampires who choose to suppress it. In Jordan's universe, most vampires may only change into their bat forms while the moon is out. Gangrel have better control of their beast form, allowing them to change between it and their human form whenever they please, and may change into a form between beast and man.
Note - Sunlight: A common practice among vampire parents and children is to test resistance to sunlight. Those with thinner blood generally last longer as opposed to those with thicker blood. Jordan, an 11th generation vampire, is capable of lasting ten minutes as opposed to his parent who could last only six. While burning, the vampire very realistically catches on fire, allowing them to burn other things in the area. The vampire then becomes a pile of ashes covering a shriveled corpse. In order to reverse the process, the body must receive blood from their own body prior to vampirization no more than 4 hours after death but no less than two. The vampire must then feed within the next 24 hours. If a vampire does not receive blood within this time frame, they die their final death.
Note - Physical Prowess: The ability to lift above his head a total of 2,500 pounds; the ability to run a mile in 3.59 minutes; these are all Jordan's physical capabilities as a vampire. His Mask of Moon both protects him from the sunlight and suppresses his inner beast. This means he may not access some powers other vampires of his particular clan normally would be able to. His sense are more or less the same of that of a human, though his hearing is slightly better. Even so, with his beast suppressed, Jordan is incapable of using his super hearing as well as incapable of using echolocation as bats do.
Equipment:
Abilities:
Note - Protean: The ability of vampires to change form. Jordan, in bat form is 8 inches long with a wing span of about 2 and a half feet. While in bat form, he can fly at up to 25 mph. While wearing the Mask of Moon, however, Jordan may not use this ability.
Note - Vampirism: A bit of an OOC note here. Jordan's form of vampirism is pretty eclectic in terms of the inspiration that was drawn from to produce his level of mess. His vampire clan comes from Vampire the Masquerade, a systems Roleplaying game published by White Wold and so most of his vampiric abilities draw from there. His power set is loosely based on Vampire Knight Requiem, a French comic; though his ability to drain blood through any part of his body stems from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Tacked onto that, is that vampires in Jordan's universe don't age from the moment they are bitten which pays homage to Anne Rice. I wish this character could honor Bram Stoker a bit better, but for now, this is the character.
Alias: Heavy Metal Man Hunter
Age: 92
Sex: Male
Race: Vampire (Formerly Human)
Power Level Category: Mid
Vampire Clan: Gangrel
Subgenre of Metal: Gothic Metal
Shred Level: Ultimate
Biography: Jordan Prentice was born in the early 20th century in a quiet suburb of Los Angeles. His mother was a housewife which took care of Jordan. His father was a sailor enlisted into the US Navy. Jordan grew up as an only child. Spoiled, his first disappointment was when his father left as the First World War broke out. Jordan cried for days. He had many friends growing up, as far as he could remember. Jordan was much more sociable as a child than he was as an adult. It seemed that the older he got, the more solitary he became.
In his twenties, the second world war broke out. Not wanting to be in the war like his father, Jordan dodged the draft by excusing himself with a college education. His major was music- something which seemed simple enough to him at first glance. It was in college where he learned the fundamentals of music. It was also in college where he became a vampire. The one who embraced him was a woman who had been in the body of a twelve-year-old girl for over two hundred years. Her childer was once a Scottsman who escaped to the Americas after his clan saw persecution in his homeland. She was turned after her vampire parent saw a little girl dying of the bubonic plague. The vampire, unable to catch the disease, embraced the girl to save her from sickness.
His parent was an 10th generation vampire, thus making Jordan Prentice the 11th in line to have received the embrace. It was unknown why Jordan was embraced himself. The woman who embraced him had helped him for his first five years. The two developed a strange romance, the woman helping Jordan integrate himself into vampire society. He was soon introduced to vampire politics. While he was immersed in the life of a vampire, he had gone missing for years as a human. Society had simply declared him dead, his mother having a grave stone for him right next to his father. Jordan still visits those grave markers.
As time went by, Jordan slipped further and further into seclusion, until suddenly, a call came. Jordan was given a letter, tasked to kill a man for a sum of money. In his unlife, Jordan had no need for such earthly compensation, and yet he commenced with the job. The man was slain, his body drained of blood, and then his body disposed of. When he met his new boss, it was another vampire. He too was 11th generation but older than Jordan. His mission was made clear when Jordan was given his next target- another vampire. This time, much thinner in blood, and Jordan himself could sense it. His targets were thin-blooded vampires, those of 19th and 20th generation. Simply put, his job was to "delay the apocalypse", removing the amount of thinblooded vampires. Jordan became known in the vampire community as an infamous kinslayer. He adopted a new facade- the Heavy Metal Man Hunter.
It seemed that Jordan actually had some kind of talent for it. These talents did not go unnoticed, however. An inter-dimensional traveler took notice. Jordan was then tasked to hunt targets not from the same universe and given the proper tools to do so.
Note - Gangrel: Jordan's vampire clan. Thought to have originated in medieval England, the Gangrel are a group of vampires who have gained a stronger affinity to their beast aspect as opposed to other vampires who choose to suppress it. In Jordan's universe, most vampires may only change into their bat forms while the moon is out. Gangrel have better control of their beast form, allowing them to change between it and their human form whenever they please, and may change into a form between beast and man.
Note - Sunlight: A common practice among vampire parents and children is to test resistance to sunlight. Those with thinner blood generally last longer as opposed to those with thicker blood. Jordan, an 11th generation vampire, is capable of lasting ten minutes as opposed to his parent who could last only six. While burning, the vampire very realistically catches on fire, allowing them to burn other things in the area. The vampire then becomes a pile of ashes covering a shriveled corpse. In order to reverse the process, the body must receive blood from their own body prior to vampirization no more than 4 hours after death but no less than two. The vampire must then feed within the next 24 hours. If a vampire does not receive blood within this time frame, they die their final death.
Note - Physical Prowess: The ability to lift above his head a total of 2,500 pounds; the ability to run a mile in 3.59 minutes; these are all Jordan's physical capabilities as a vampire. His Mask of Moon both protects him from the sunlight and suppresses his inner beast. This means he may not access some powers other vampires of his particular clan normally would be able to. His sense are more or less the same of that of a human, though his hearing is slightly better. Even so, with his beast suppressed, Jordan is incapable of using his super hearing as well as incapable of using echolocation as bats do.
Equipment:
Mask of the Moon: A silver thespian mask with the mouth cut off, the bottom shaped into fangs. The mask is enchanted to be extremely durable, capable to stand 6 shots of 9mm before breaking. The mask protects the wearer from the sun, and as long as the mask remains on the wearer's face, he does not burn in direct sunlight. The mask also suppresses the inner beast within Jordan, allowing him to stay more controlled and think more clearly.
Kodokuna Kazuko: A pair of reverse bladed katanas which Jordan reverse wields. They are made with a black steel forged with the blood of a 5th generation vampire within the blades. While in the absence of sunlight, Kodokuna Kazuko automatically protects its wielder, the blades going to the place of any threats and meeting them with the cutting edge. The blades themselves seem nigh unbreakable, folded over a thousand times. They are held on each side of his hip by a leather strap connecting them to the belt of his trench coat. The sheathes are fashioned from wood and covered in black leather.
Rain Shadow: A Deagle brand Eagle with the metal colored to a dark blue and fashioned with a pattern similar to the groove on Kazuko's blades. Its magazine well is modified for 6 rounds of .44 magnum. It is otherwise mundane. There is a leather strap which goes over Jordan's right shoulder with the holster of the pistol on Jordan's torso.
Shroud of Darkness: Made from black silk with the ashes of vampires that died in the sunlight sewn in, the Shroud of Darkness is a macabre reminder of Jordan's very real mortality. The shroud takes the form of a long black trench coat which Jordan wears unzipped. The shroud has properties which allow it to nullify damage. A blade or bullet which meets the coat simply slide off. The shroud also allows Jordan to become invisible as long as he is not within direct sunlight.
Vial: A small vial containing 10 ml of Jordan's own blood from before he became a vampire. Enchanted with vampire magic, the blood does not spoil and the vial does not break so long as Jordan remains alive and conscious. The vial is a last ditch should he actually die from either sunlight of crucifiction, the vial would break on its own rejuvenating Jordan.
Kodokuna Kazuko: A pair of reverse bladed katanas which Jordan reverse wields. They are made with a black steel forged with the blood of a 5th generation vampire within the blades. While in the absence of sunlight, Kodokuna Kazuko automatically protects its wielder, the blades going to the place of any threats and meeting them with the cutting edge. The blades themselves seem nigh unbreakable, folded over a thousand times. They are held on each side of his hip by a leather strap connecting them to the belt of his trench coat. The sheathes are fashioned from wood and covered in black leather.
Rain Shadow: A Deagle brand Eagle with the metal colored to a dark blue and fashioned with a pattern similar to the groove on Kazuko's blades. Its magazine well is modified for 6 rounds of .44 magnum. It is otherwise mundane. There is a leather strap which goes over Jordan's right shoulder with the holster of the pistol on Jordan's torso.
Shroud of Darkness: Made from black silk with the ashes of vampires that died in the sunlight sewn in, the Shroud of Darkness is a macabre reminder of Jordan's very real mortality. The shroud takes the form of a long black trench coat which Jordan wears unzipped. The shroud has properties which allow it to nullify damage. A blade or bullet which meets the coat simply slide off. The shroud also allows Jordan to become invisible as long as he is not within direct sunlight.
Vial: A small vial containing 10 ml of Jordan's own blood from before he became a vampire. Enchanted with vampire magic, the blood does not spoil and the vial does not break so long as Jordan remains alive and conscious. The vial is a last ditch should he actually die from either sunlight of crucifiction, the vial would break on its own rejuvenating Jordan.
Abilities:
Vampirism: A strange mutation which his vampire parent adapted was the ability to absorb blood from any part of the body- including hair and nails. This has no apparent adverse affects on absorption, and is the reason why Jordan keeps his hair long. By draining a body nearly to the brink of death, and then giving the body a bit of his own blood, Jordan can "embrace" a mortal and turn them into a vampire. Jordan ust drink blood every 48 hours, otherwise the Mask of Moon fails to work, and he enters his beast form involuntarily. The beast then seeks the highest point it could find and waits for sunlight to kill it. Crucifiction and sunlight are surefire ways to ensure Jordan's final death, however, dealing enough damage to kill a human would put Jordan in a comatose state for three days.
Arachnophobia: When Jordan has an excess of blood in his system, he is capable of using said blood to create a mass of spiders equal in biomass to the amount of blood he chose to expend. Jordan has complete control over these spiders. The spiders can explore and seek blood for Jordan, draining about twice their size in blood before reaching full capacity. These spiders also burn in direct sunlight, however, as long as Jordan wears the Mask of Moon, they are safe.
Ferrophobia: Jordan can manipulate the blood of a freshly drained victim in order to create a thin armor around him which can repel force up to that of a cannonball and protects from magic in one hit. He needs at least 500 ml of blood in order to create one layer of armor.
Trypophobia: Jordan is capable of manipulating blood into a ball of energy which he can fire at a target. When it hits its mark (or misses and hits something else) the ball creates a series of uneven holes. The ball itself has about the force of a 9mm bullet fired from an M9 and are not much bigger but are definitely rounder.
Beast Form: Jordan's inner beast is a bat, as have his vampire ancestors. He can at will, transform into a bat. His full beast form, however, is more humanoid. It is bald with pointed ears, tufts of hair coming out from the back. His entire mouth becomes fangs and his arms expand, growing a webbing between his arms and his torso which allow him flight. A pair of ebony horns grow from the back of Jordan's skull forming a crown as they reach to the front of his head. His skin changes from a pale-blue to a deep, leathery gray. His maximum lift increases to 3,000 and he can run a mile in 3 minutes. In addition, he is more capable of using more bat-like abilities.
Arachnophobia: When Jordan has an excess of blood in his system, he is capable of using said blood to create a mass of spiders equal in biomass to the amount of blood he chose to expend. Jordan has complete control over these spiders. The spiders can explore and seek blood for Jordan, draining about twice their size in blood before reaching full capacity. These spiders also burn in direct sunlight, however, as long as Jordan wears the Mask of Moon, they are safe.
Ferrophobia: Jordan can manipulate the blood of a freshly drained victim in order to create a thin armor around him which can repel force up to that of a cannonball and protects from magic in one hit. He needs at least 500 ml of blood in order to create one layer of armor.
Trypophobia: Jordan is capable of manipulating blood into a ball of energy which he can fire at a target. When it hits its mark (or misses and hits something else) the ball creates a series of uneven holes. The ball itself has about the force of a 9mm bullet fired from an M9 and are not much bigger but are definitely rounder.
Beast Form: Jordan's inner beast is a bat, as have his vampire ancestors. He can at will, transform into a bat. His full beast form, however, is more humanoid. It is bald with pointed ears, tufts of hair coming out from the back. His entire mouth becomes fangs and his arms expand, growing a webbing between his arms and his torso which allow him flight. A pair of ebony horns grow from the back of Jordan's skull forming a crown as they reach to the front of his head. His skin changes from a pale-blue to a deep, leathery gray. His maximum lift increases to 3,000 and he can run a mile in 3 minutes. In addition, he is more capable of using more bat-like abilities.
Note - Protean: The ability of vampires to change form. Jordan, in bat form is 8 inches long with a wing span of about 2 and a half feet. While in bat form, he can fly at up to 25 mph. While wearing the Mask of Moon, however, Jordan may not use this ability.
Note - Vampirism: A bit of an OOC note here. Jordan's form of vampirism is pretty eclectic in terms of the inspiration that was drawn from to produce his level of mess. His vampire clan comes from Vampire the Masquerade, a systems Roleplaying game published by White Wold and so most of his vampiric abilities draw from there. His power set is loosely based on Vampire Knight Requiem, a French comic; though his ability to drain blood through any part of his body stems from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Tacked onto that, is that vampires in Jordan's universe don't age from the moment they are bitten which pays homage to Anne Rice. I wish this character could honor Bram Stoker a bit better, but for now, this is the character.
At some point, I'm going to challenge Vordak. I also never intended on that intro to be read twice.
2nd RANGER BATTALION, 75th RANGER REGIMENT
2100(Z) 30-August-2015
FOB Andrew, Syria
In spite of recent conflicts in the area, the Summer night sky in Syria was quite and peaceful. Save for the wind which blew through the mountains and the fluttering of nocturnal creatures, all was silent. FOB Andrew was established by the US and used by American troops alone. Those which were stationed there wore the army MultiCam uniform, PT belt slung over their right shoulder. The FOB was relatively small, featuring several tents for the junior enlisted, and several separate tents for the other personnel. Civilians on the FOB were locals, used solely to act as translators and given their own place to stay within the FOB as well as PT belts for safety reasons. Though the night was peaceful, it would not stay that way for long.
Three knocks were heard on the door of the Executive Officer's tent. “Come in” the Lieutenant answered. It was a mail-specialist, ranked specialist, who stood at attention upon entering. “At ease soldier” said the Lieutenant. “Sir, we've received a OPORD. There is an unknown amount of enemies carrying small arms. We will receive no assistance in this task. No attachments. 1930, a MEDEVAC was called in by corporal Strickland, saying his team was attacked by an assailant wielding a pistol; the FOB is to be put on FPCON Delta. Troops should be woken and prepared to engage the target immediately. First platoon, and second platoon are to guard the two entry ways. Third and fourth are to send convoys out in either direction. Effective now. Take any precautions necessary. That is the end of the OPORD.” briefed the Specialist.
“Very well. AttenTION” the Lieutenant commanded. The executive saluted the mail-man. “Rangers lead the way” they droned to each other, before the specialist ran off, rifle in the low-ready.
There was knocking on doors all throughout the FOB. The soldiers were quickly briefed on their mission before being told to immediately execute. There was an audible chorus of grumbles, before the troops removed their PT belts and prepared for contact.
It took a mere ten minutes for the mission to be executed. The humvees were fired up and were sent in both directions outside the FOB. Meanwhile, there were armed guards standing before either side of the base ready to defend. Rifles were locked and loaded.
Before long, a signal was sent from the humvees. “Contact, contact, contact. 6 o'clock, small arms.” said the man in the front humvee. By the time they could fire back, the gunner on the .50 cal was already dead. The convoy stopped, soldiers drawing rifles and stepping out of the vehicles. Alpha team mobilized from the first humvee- without a gunner.
Soon, the night sky was illuminated by M4s firing rounds of 5.56. The team moved in a wedge formation as they pressed forward, though did not seem to hit any target. “LOA! LOA! LOA!” the men screamed. This signaled Bravo team to move in a similar fashion, flanking from the 12' o clock.
The sound of screams turned rapidly into gurgling, as a man on Alpha team had a stab wound manifest in his neck. Then another, and another, and another; as all five men of the team were found dead. Bravo team was in a panic, as the men scanned about with their NODs on, attempting to find something, only to catch small flashes of green occasionally flash by.
These men were soon decapitated.
Those who were still in their vehicles were quick to break contact, sending in the report back to the FOB. The men that did not stand fully on guard, raised their weapons pointed straight out as the two humvees quickly rushed toward the gate, blocking the entrance. The other convoy was soon called back as reinforcements.
Meanwhile, the first humvee was taken, following the other two back to the camp, driving quickly and aggressively. As the hijacked vehicle neared the FOB, the troops were quick to fire back.
The humvee swerved out of control as a dark figure appeared in the gunner position, firing 50 caliber rounds at the soldiers below. The sound of heavy gunfire were accompanied only by a just barely audible cackling laughter.
BAM! The hijacked vehicle crashed into the walls of the FOB, the figure leaping from the vehicle before it exploded in a dramatic fireball. The soldiers did not hesitate to fire in its direction, surrounding the humvee.
Without a sound, a soldier was decapitated on the spot. The others turned in that direction, and the other platoons quickly rushed to support. Even the medics did not touch the corpse.
The lights of the FOB turned on, the soldiers lifting up and turning off their night vision and quickly surrounded the target.
Standing in a slightly hunched position at the center of the FOB was a slender, pale, “man”. His look was unkempt with his hair worn long and messy, his clothes worn loose. Even the epaulets of his trench coat were undone. In each of his hands, the man held a katana. The swords were mastercraft from the pommel of the blade to the very tip. Their only apparent flaw was that each blade had a cutting edge on the side which curved inward. On the man's face, a simple, silver, thespian mask. As the man opened his mouth to smile, he revealed a pair of elongated fangs.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS, I'M FEELIN' IT!” he screamed, crouching down, then running off again. The soldiers were quick to fire and history was quick to repeat itself. One man was cut down, and another dragged aside.
Jordan Prentice was a vampire aged 92, and very recently, he was tasked on several missions each involving one the killing of something or oftentimes somethings.
The vampire hurriedly tore through the still living soldier's FLC, apparently looking for something. Soon, the vampire's hands laid themselves on a reflective belt. He turned the soldier over on his stomach, and wrapped the belt around the soldier's neck, pulling tightly from near the center, crossing his arms over. Jordan watched as the belt stretched and the soldier choked to death. Before being able to bite his target, however, rifles were already trained on the vampire. A single round was fired, Jordan maneuvering quickly, deflecting the blade on his mask.
“Weak fuck sauce” Jordan blurted, before grabbing the dead soldier's M4 and switching to fire. He pulled and left his finger on the trigger, running back before the soldiers. To the vampire's surprise, the rifle did not fire another round. That was until Jordan pulled the trigger. Again, and again, and again, until the magazine was empty.
“Man, your guns are fucking lame” the vampire said.
He pulled out his own firearm- a pistol which had earned a name for itself. This pistol was called Rain Shadow, a Deagle brand Eagle; otherwise known as a Desert Eagle. Jordan Prentice reached into his pocket for a magazine and slid it into the handle. Then, he pulled back the slide.
“FUCKIN' BANG BANG FUCKERS!” Jordan announced, pulling the trigger. Square in the nose, a soldier was shot. Jordan rushed back to where he was, sheathing his first katana. In his left hand, he held his other katana.
The soldiers did not worry. They only shot again. Jordan returned fire while evading their onslaught. “Come on you SEAL Team Six fucks! You can fucking do better than that!” Jordan threw a string of insults following as he fired another five rounds, before ejecting his magazine, kicking it into the open mouth of a soldier. Jordan rushed forward once more, grabbing the soldier's face and choking him on the magazine.
Jordan ran around the FOB, away from the curtain of bullets which followed him. As he ran, a hazy, skeletal figure appeared before him.
“I am...”
“Fucking shit, this shit again? Man, you sure fuckin' do know how to blue-ball a guy.” Jordan whined, before looking back to see it was a different shadowy figure than usual. This was a skeleton. “Heh. Spooky motherfucker” Jordan remarked.
“...Tournament. When you are ready merely call my name and I shall open the gate to the Nexus of Worlds.”
A grayish figure stood just behind Jordan Prentice. “Say it” the figure said.
“God fucking dammit! You again?” Jordan asked.
The figure twirled his fingers at Skallagrim, as it seemed to moved backwards like a rewinding cassette tape.
"I am Skallagrim, and you are a skilled and worthy warrior, you are invited to attend the Nexus of Worlds Tournament. When you are ready merely call my name and I shall open the gate to the Nexus of Worlds."
“Fuck that.” Jordan pouted, as he continued to run.
Time stopped before Jordan, the gray man, and the skeleton.
The skeleton's voice rewinded again. “Alright! Fuck! Fine!” Jordan shouted. “...fucker...” he mumbled slightly following.
Taking in a deep breath, Jordan breathed “Fuckin'… Skallagrim”. The figure folded its arms and nodded.
“I'm here, fuckers!” Jordan announced, as his voice echoed through the halls. The vampire looked around at his surroundings, stretching about. Although he had traveled to many worlds before, the place was a completely new experience to the vampire.
He could have introduced himself normally. He could have inquired about the tournament that he did not know he was a participant in. Instead, the vampire said this. “Alright you fucks. Which one of you fuckers is Skallagrim, and who's asses do I have to kick before I kick your ass?” Jordan asked.
2100(Z) 30-August-2015
FOB Andrew, Syria
In spite of recent conflicts in the area, the Summer night sky in Syria was quite and peaceful. Save for the wind which blew through the mountains and the fluttering of nocturnal creatures, all was silent. FOB Andrew was established by the US and used by American troops alone. Those which were stationed there wore the army MultiCam uniform, PT belt slung over their right shoulder. The FOB was relatively small, featuring several tents for the junior enlisted, and several separate tents for the other personnel. Civilians on the FOB were locals, used solely to act as translators and given their own place to stay within the FOB as well as PT belts for safety reasons. Though the night was peaceful, it would not stay that way for long.
Three knocks were heard on the door of the Executive Officer's tent. “Come in” the Lieutenant answered. It was a mail-specialist, ranked specialist, who stood at attention upon entering. “At ease soldier” said the Lieutenant. “Sir, we've received a OPORD. There is an unknown amount of enemies carrying small arms. We will receive no assistance in this task. No attachments. 1930, a MEDEVAC was called in by corporal Strickland, saying his team was attacked by an assailant wielding a pistol; the FOB is to be put on FPCON Delta. Troops should be woken and prepared to engage the target immediately. First platoon, and second platoon are to guard the two entry ways. Third and fourth are to send convoys out in either direction. Effective now. Take any precautions necessary. That is the end of the OPORD.” briefed the Specialist.
“Very well. AttenTION” the Lieutenant commanded. The executive saluted the mail-man. “Rangers lead the way” they droned to each other, before the specialist ran off, rifle in the low-ready.
There was knocking on doors all throughout the FOB. The soldiers were quickly briefed on their mission before being told to immediately execute. There was an audible chorus of grumbles, before the troops removed their PT belts and prepared for contact.
It took a mere ten minutes for the mission to be executed. The humvees were fired up and were sent in both directions outside the FOB. Meanwhile, there were armed guards standing before either side of the base ready to defend. Rifles were locked and loaded.
Before long, a signal was sent from the humvees. “Contact, contact, contact. 6 o'clock, small arms.” said the man in the front humvee. By the time they could fire back, the gunner on the .50 cal was already dead. The convoy stopped, soldiers drawing rifles and stepping out of the vehicles. Alpha team mobilized from the first humvee- without a gunner.
Soon, the night sky was illuminated by M4s firing rounds of 5.56. The team moved in a wedge formation as they pressed forward, though did not seem to hit any target. “LOA! LOA! LOA!” the men screamed. This signaled Bravo team to move in a similar fashion, flanking from the 12' o clock.
The sound of screams turned rapidly into gurgling, as a man on Alpha team had a stab wound manifest in his neck. Then another, and another, and another; as all five men of the team were found dead. Bravo team was in a panic, as the men scanned about with their NODs on, attempting to find something, only to catch small flashes of green occasionally flash by.
These men were soon decapitated.
Those who were still in their vehicles were quick to break contact, sending in the report back to the FOB. The men that did not stand fully on guard, raised their weapons pointed straight out as the two humvees quickly rushed toward the gate, blocking the entrance. The other convoy was soon called back as reinforcements.
Meanwhile, the first humvee was taken, following the other two back to the camp, driving quickly and aggressively. As the hijacked vehicle neared the FOB, the troops were quick to fire back.
The humvee swerved out of control as a dark figure appeared in the gunner position, firing 50 caliber rounds at the soldiers below. The sound of heavy gunfire were accompanied only by a just barely audible cackling laughter.
BAM! The hijacked vehicle crashed into the walls of the FOB, the figure leaping from the vehicle before it exploded in a dramatic fireball. The soldiers did not hesitate to fire in its direction, surrounding the humvee.
Without a sound, a soldier was decapitated on the spot. The others turned in that direction, and the other platoons quickly rushed to support. Even the medics did not touch the corpse.
The lights of the FOB turned on, the soldiers lifting up and turning off their night vision and quickly surrounded the target.
Standing in a slightly hunched position at the center of the FOB was a slender, pale, “man”. His look was unkempt with his hair worn long and messy, his clothes worn loose. Even the epaulets of his trench coat were undone. In each of his hands, the man held a katana. The swords were mastercraft from the pommel of the blade to the very tip. Their only apparent flaw was that each blade had a cutting edge on the side which curved inward. On the man's face, a simple, silver, thespian mask. As the man opened his mouth to smile, he revealed a pair of elongated fangs.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS, I'M FEELIN' IT!” he screamed, crouching down, then running off again. The soldiers were quick to fire and history was quick to repeat itself. One man was cut down, and another dragged aside.
Jordan Prentice was a vampire aged 92, and very recently, he was tasked on several missions each involving one the killing of something or oftentimes somethings.
The vampire hurriedly tore through the still living soldier's FLC, apparently looking for something. Soon, the vampire's hands laid themselves on a reflective belt. He turned the soldier over on his stomach, and wrapped the belt around the soldier's neck, pulling tightly from near the center, crossing his arms over. Jordan watched as the belt stretched and the soldier choked to death. Before being able to bite his target, however, rifles were already trained on the vampire. A single round was fired, Jordan maneuvering quickly, deflecting the blade on his mask.
“Weak fuck sauce” Jordan blurted, before grabbing the dead soldier's M4 and switching to fire. He pulled and left his finger on the trigger, running back before the soldiers. To the vampire's surprise, the rifle did not fire another round. That was until Jordan pulled the trigger. Again, and again, and again, until the magazine was empty.
“Man, your guns are fucking lame” the vampire said.
He pulled out his own firearm- a pistol which had earned a name for itself. This pistol was called Rain Shadow, a Deagle brand Eagle; otherwise known as a Desert Eagle. Jordan Prentice reached into his pocket for a magazine and slid it into the handle. Then, he pulled back the slide.
“FUCKIN' BANG BANG FUCKERS!” Jordan announced, pulling the trigger. Square in the nose, a soldier was shot. Jordan rushed back to where he was, sheathing his first katana. In his left hand, he held his other katana.
The soldiers did not worry. They only shot again. Jordan returned fire while evading their onslaught. “Come on you SEAL Team Six fucks! You can fucking do better than that!” Jordan threw a string of insults following as he fired another five rounds, before ejecting his magazine, kicking it into the open mouth of a soldier. Jordan rushed forward once more, grabbing the soldier's face and choking him on the magazine.
Jordan ran around the FOB, away from the curtain of bullets which followed him. As he ran, a hazy, skeletal figure appeared before him.
“I am...”
“Fucking shit, this shit again? Man, you sure fuckin' do know how to blue-ball a guy.” Jordan whined, before looking back to see it was a different shadowy figure than usual. This was a skeleton. “Heh. Spooky motherfucker” Jordan remarked.
“...Tournament. When you are ready merely call my name and I shall open the gate to the Nexus of Worlds.”
A grayish figure stood just behind Jordan Prentice. “Say it” the figure said.
“God fucking dammit! You again?” Jordan asked.
The figure twirled his fingers at Skallagrim, as it seemed to moved backwards like a rewinding cassette tape.
"I am Skallagrim, and you are a skilled and worthy warrior, you are invited to attend the Nexus of Worlds Tournament. When you are ready merely call my name and I shall open the gate to the Nexus of Worlds."
“Fuck that.” Jordan pouted, as he continued to run.
Time stopped before Jordan, the gray man, and the skeleton.
The skeleton's voice rewinded again. “Alright! Fuck! Fine!” Jordan shouted. “...fucker...” he mumbled slightly following.
Taking in a deep breath, Jordan breathed “Fuckin'… Skallagrim”. The figure folded its arms and nodded.
“I'm here, fuckers!” Jordan announced, as his voice echoed through the halls. The vampire looked around at his surroundings, stretching about. Although he had traveled to many worlds before, the place was a completely new experience to the vampire.
He could have introduced himself normally. He could have inquired about the tournament that he did not know he was a participant in. Instead, the vampire said this. “Alright you fucks. Which one of you fuckers is Skallagrim, and who's asses do I have to kick before I kick your ass?” Jordan asked.
Daddy Liberty backed off, placing his rifle in front of him to guard from the ghul. "Holy h-" the man began to hack under his mask before he could speak his next word. Daddy Liberty held his breath and closed his eyes. The man focused on his liver and lungs, hoping that the demon did not take those while he was off guard.
As Daddy Liberty stepped back, he could feel the pressure on his boots somewhat lessen, before it turned out that the very plastic was slowly beginning to dissolve! "Hmm... I see" Daddy Liberty thought. He looked to the path before him, before thinking up a plan. He drew another breath, trying to bear with the obnoxious scent of the air. This time, he allowed the demon to do its work. Daddy Liberty lamented slightly, but through his mask, it was impossible to really see his facial expression.
Daddy Liberty's plan, was simply to kill the Ghul, or at least cripple him before running off. Daddy Liberty took his left hand off his rifle, and snapped his fingers- he was calling upon his mighty, screaming eagle! "Alright you fuck" Daddy Liberty choked out.
The man turned tail and ran, trying to escape from the acid ground- and the narrow passage ways. As he finally escaped, the bottom of his boots had already dissolved and the acid was eating away at the bottom of his feet.
As Daddy Liberty stepped back, he could feel the pressure on his boots somewhat lessen, before it turned out that the very plastic was slowly beginning to dissolve! "Hmm... I see" Daddy Liberty thought. He looked to the path before him, before thinking up a plan. He drew another breath, trying to bear with the obnoxious scent of the air. This time, he allowed the demon to do its work. Daddy Liberty lamented slightly, but through his mask, it was impossible to really see his facial expression.
Daddy Liberty's plan, was simply to kill the Ghul, or at least cripple him before running off. Daddy Liberty took his left hand off his rifle, and snapped his fingers- he was calling upon his mighty, screaming eagle! "Alright you fuck" Daddy Liberty choked out.
The man turned tail and ran, trying to escape from the acid ground- and the narrow passage ways. As he finally escaped, the bottom of his boots had already dissolved and the acid was eating away at the bottom of his feet.
WOO! Looks like I won't have to replace anybody. Anyone wanna see my intro post anyways, since I already wrote it?
Fuck it, here it is anyways.
Fuck it, here it is anyways.
There was another time the two of us fought, where I used a dude who's only power was teleport, and you happened to have a science man. That time, you were the victor.
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