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Fallout 4 : The Settlement

Suppose this takes place very far pre-LW and will build Megaton?

Knights of Pandora: A Pandora's Box RP

Bishop

”You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man.”-The Man in the Golden Suit

Name: Matthew Bishop
Gender: Male
Age: 36

Height: 6” 3’
Weight: 220 Lbs.
Appearance:
Bishop is a physically imposing man, standing at the impressive height of 6” 3’, towering above an average male. He maintains a muscular physique that is ready for action, with somewhat lean yet strong muscles that allow from fast movement and hard punches if need be. He is often seen wearing a long coat and a desperado hat with a hand resting on his holster, as though he were some kind of cowboy. He has short, closely cut brown hair and a badly trimmed rough beard. he usually has one of many different kinds of serious expressions on his face, though he’ll sometimes smile if he hears a joke that tickles his sense of humor. When he smiles it seems like his whole face crinkles up, his dark eyes almost shrinking somewhat. When he frowns however, his oval shaped face and expression remains monotone, his eyes staring ahead.
With the way he moves, he gives off a sort of gentle giant vibe. His moves when not in combat tend to be slow and deliberate, as though living in a world made of glass, ready to shatter at any given second.
Notable Markings:
-A large, bad scar going from his left temple to his scalp, from when his head was cracked open and crudely stitched back up.
-Tiny scars all over his knuckles and fingers.
-His fingers are extremely calloused; an archer's hands.
-He has a tattoo of a sun on the back of his right hand.

Personality:
To say Bishop is hard boiled would be to sell him short. He’s an extremely serious man with a sense of humor so dry it makes the Sahara look like a rain forest. He’s a quiet and personal man, he tends to spend a lot of time in his own head, trying to think over situations very carefully. His slow and deliberate movements are an extension of his train of thought, he is very careful to control himself to ensure he doesn’t make any sudden or careless moves. He tries very hard to repress his criminal past, and control his own strength. Furthermore, he dislikes using his powers unless against an enemy which has equal or greater strength, as it would not make for a fair fight. He is an honorable man, and arguably one of his most important principles is honor. He will try to make any fights he’s involved in as fair as possible, and if he makes a promise he’s damned certain to keep it. if someone he knows ever breaches their own honor, his opinion of them declines greatly. One of his many personal mottos is “death before dishonor”. He is extremely conscious of how powerful he is and is quick to gage how powerful those he surrounds himself with are. He is happy filling most any role in a group, but has taken a liking to archery and the use of his firearms most prominently.
He is a live and let live type of person, preferring not to bother anyone unless they actively seek him out first. He won’t go out of his way to track someone down or do something unless he has a very good reason for it. That said, he has a very strong belief in prophecy, even prophecy coming from the lips of a fortune teller who’s probably a charlatan, because he believes everything happens for a reason, and he must have encountered this shoddy, two-bit fortune teller for some purpose or other.
Towards people he’s altogether friendly but will not actively seek to form friendships, oftentimes preferring to travel on his lonesome. He’s traveled in groups before to varying degrees of success.
He’s very wise and has a lot of wisdom to impart onto others, as was imparted onto him by the man who trained him.
Morally he falls into a grey area, this is not because he doesn’t fight for the side of good, he certainly does, but his stances on punishment of those who have done wrong is quite extreme. For even the smallest offense to the law or what Bishop views as cosmically right a bone shattering blow that might as well be criminal is in store for the wrongdoer from Bishop’s hands. This sense of morality he holds is often called hypocritical as Bishop used to be a criminal himself.
Equipment:
-Two Twin Two Shot Flintlock Pistols. He demonstrates exceptional skill with them and it careful to make his shots count. He had previously expressed interest in getting revolvers. However once getting those revolvers he discovered that they were wildly inaccurate and quickly went back to his trust flintlock. The only real problem with his guns is that they are a bother to reload.
-One Xiphos Short Sword. Bishop uses a slightly modernized version of the Xiphos shortsword with improved material and blade quality as a secondary weapon. ((Fun fact, ‘Xiphos’ apparently means ‘Penetrating Light’. Ancient Greeks and their fancy names for swords, eh?))
-A Double Concave Bow. Arguably his main weapon once his pistols run out of ammunition, he shows deadly accuracy with his bow and arrow. His feats include firing multiple arrows simultaneously, very fast and accurate shooting, and once he shot an opponent's arrows out of the air.
-A Lyre. Bishop keeps a finely made wooden Lyre with him when in need of his musically inclined talents.

Abilities: Bishop is often called a ‘Warrior of Utility’, because he very rarely finds himself squeezed into merely one combat role. He has performed duties similar to a combat medic, he’s been an archer, and has strummed a lyre in such furious desperation that at the time he must have been a bard.
His powers are reasonably expansive, due to the wide variety of subject’s Apollos godship covers. He has spent a significant portion of his life training, making him adept in his abilities. But, as his Master once said to him, “you have not realized the full power of your abilities, and until you unite with others like you, I doubt you ever will.”
Blinding Light- Bishop, as his ancestor is god of the sun, has access to a extremely useful light based attacks and utilities. He can cause his hand to glow very brightly, almost as though a flashlight or a torch. he can configure this light in many ways, making it shine like a flashlight, lantern, or even the ability to make shadow puppets with it, sort of like someone could do with a flashlight and their hands. Combat wise it has two applications, firstly if he can manage to put his hands over someone's eyes he can deliver an intense amount of brightness very suddenly, blinding them for a period of up to a half hour. His other combat option is to fire a beam of light, causing physical damage to an opponent, but this drains his energy severely
Musical Magic- Using any instrument, Bishop can play a variety of tunes that will empower those he is traveling with, though these effects are the most potent when using a lyre. He has a variety of songs, one which can slightly increase the strength of his team-mates, one that can make his enemies slightly weaker, calming songs, and a variety of others. ((In RP, if I want to use a song not mentioned in the sheet I’ll run it by the GM first.))
Healing Magic- Bishop has somewhat potent healing magic, which he calls his ‘healing hands’. If he passes close to someone he can sense if they have some kind of wound. By laying his hands on the wound, he can accelerate the healing process to a degree. paper cuts and little bruises would fade in a matter of seconds, but the length of time needed to fully mend something increase exponentially as the wound gets worse. Fixing something broken would take an entire day, but attempting to regrow a limb that was lost could take a year.
God Burst- Arrows of Revealing Light- His God Burst is a power he calls ‘The Arrows of Revealing Light’. It creates six golden arrows in his quiver and bathes him in a golden light. The first effect is that he is slightly stronger, faster, more accurate, and all his abilities are a bit more ffective. Additionally, he has the arrows, with which he can do many things. Can can absorb them to make himself further slightly stronger, he can shoot them at a friend to heal them massively, or he can shoot them at an enemy for either an instant kill or a massive amount of damage.

Ancestor/Patron: Apollo; God of Prophecy, Music, Archery, Medicine, The Sun, and basically anything that the other gods didn’t claim already.

Background:
Bishop has a storied past for a man of only 36. He was born in a small, backwater town in the country of Wandenzech. He was born into a very poor household that might as well have been little more than a dirt shack held up with nothing more than spit, sticks, and a whole lot of prayers. The only way to get by in the tiny town was criminal activity- Traders would pass through all the time, attempting to barter spice or coin or weapons to villagers who barely had enough money to pay for leaves to wipe their own asses with. The Bishop family got the idea to start taking from the traders. Nothing big, no fighting, no intimidation, just making small talk with the trader while their boy went around the back and nicked a sword or two. It was a good system- The merchant went on their merry way no worse for wear with only the slightest lightening of the load, and the Bishops had enough money.
But eventually, people began catching on. People were starting to realize the Bishop’s house was getting nicer and nicer- and that they had a bit more stuff than they used to. People started demanding cuts, threatening to bring the police down on the Bishops. They had to give away their profits, and they had to steal more and more to survive. Soon, they started holding up traders and trade caravans. Generally, it was fine, no one ever got hurt, and the Bishops and their village got what they wanted. until one day, when Matthew Bishop had just turned seventeen. There was a trade caravan that put up a fight- a bad one. Bishop pulled his most valuable possession, a gun, stolen when he was ten, and he fired. The fighting stopped, one of the traders was dead. Bishops parents forced him to turn himself in, and so he did, sentenced to six years in prison, five for murder, one for theft. retrospectively it was an extremely lax sentence for a second degree murder and multiple counts of grand theft, but at the time it seemed like a hell of a long sentence to Bishop.
It was in prison that he truly developed who he was. He was quick to adjust to a no-crime lifestyle; the prison supplied him will everything he needed. The only bad thing he probably did in there was beating the shit out of someone who tried to fuck with him in his first few days. After that, no one messed with The Bishop, as they started to call him. At that time, Bishop started to become enamored with religion, he felt as though it gave him a purpose. In his prison years he became a preacher of Apollo, lord of the sun, medicine, music, archery, and in some cases, knowledge. he got a tattoo of the sun on his hand to signify this. It made him feel like he was doing in prison. That he was in there for a reason.
That feeling went away when he got out, six years later. He was in a town he didn’t recognize with people who particularly hated ex-cons, at a dead-end, with no job, no prospects, and what he felt was his true purpose in life locked back inside the prison walls.
At this time, Bishop made a new friend- Alcohol. He spent what must have been a year of his life drinking, kicking back in dive bars and cheap pubs looking for good booze to drown his sorrows in. Sometime shortly after his twenty fourth birthday, something odd happened in the bar.
Bishop was just about to walk out the door, when a curious looking man in a beautiful golden suit walked in. He was dressed perfectly and seemed to radiate light. Bishop was the first one to speak to him, asking him what someone like him was doing in a place like this. The man responded, “To buy you a drink, Mr.Bishop.”
Bishop wasn’t one to turn down a free drink, so he accepted. As the two drank, they talked. The man revealing he knew a lot about Bishop- His past, his time in prison, his favorite drink for chrissakes. Instead of asking how the man knew all this, Bishop merely remarked he was no one special and got up to leave, saying he needed to get to bed for the never ending hunt for some kind of job that would accept him.
The man said, “You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man. Mr.Bishop, encourage you to stay here for just five minutes. it is your destiny. You shall be set on a path of heroism, honor, and glory, for whatever hardship it may be fraught with. But if you walk out of that door, right now, you embark on a darker path than I could ever foresee.” With that the man in the suit paid and left, leaving Bishop to make his choice.
Bishop stayed in that bar for another half an hour, and in that time a man older than he was walked in, only to be assaulted by a group of bar assholes. He stood there and took it, before Bishop walked up to them and told them to piss off. After the ensuing fight, the older gentleman told Bishop to pursue him at his dojo.
Bishop ventured to the dojo and trained there for a great many years, until he was thirty, learning everything his new master has to teach him, and even learning of his godly ancestry. He eventually began deducing that the man he’d met, the one with the golden suit, was Apollo, his ancestor.
After completing his training, he traveled for many years, being a part of many adventurer’s groups and seeing places all around the world.

Pandora's Box RP

Here's my sheet, @Cinderella Man, you nerd.

Bishop

”You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man.”-The Man in the Golden Suit

Name: Matthew Bishop
Gender: Male
Age: 36

Height: 6” 3’
Weight: 220 Lbs.
Appearance:
Bishop is a physically imposing man, standing at the impressive height of 6” 3’, towering above an average male. He maintains a muscular physique that is ready for action, with somewhat lean yet strong muscles that allow from fast movement and hard punches if need be. He is often seen wearing a long coat and a desperado hat with a hand resting on his holster, as though he were some kind of cowboy. He has short, closely cut brown hair and a badly trimmed rough beard. he usually has one of many different kinds of serious expressions on his face, though he’ll sometimes smile if he hears a joke that tickles his sense of humor. When he smiles it seems like his whole face crinkles up, his dark eyes almost shrinking somewhat. When he frowns however, his oval shaped face and expression remains monotone, his eyes staring ahead.
With the way he moves, he gives off a sort of gentle giant vibe. His moves when not in combat tend to be slow and deliberate, as though living in a world made of glass, ready to shatter at any given second.
Notable Markings:
-A large, bad scar going from his left temple to his scalp, from when his head was cracked open and crudely stitched back up.
-Tiny scars all over his knuckles and fingers.
-His fingers are extremely calloused; an archer's hands.
-He has a tattoo of a sun on the back of his right hand.

Personality:
To say Bishop is hard boiled would be to sell him short. He’s an extremely serious man with a sense of humor so dry it makes the Sahara look like a rain forest. He’s a quiet and personal man, he tends to spend a lot of time in his own head, trying to think over situations very carefully. His slow and deliberate movements are an extension of his train of thought, he is very careful to control himself to ensure he doesn’t make any sudden or careless moves. He tries very hard to repress his criminal past, and control his own strength. Furthermore, he dislikes using his powers unless against an enemy which has equal or greater strength, as it would not make for a fair fight. He is an honorable man, and arguably one of his most important principles is honor. He will try to make any fights he’s involved in as fair as possible, and if he makes a promise he’s damned certain to keep it. if someone he knows ever breaches their own honor, his opinion of them declines greatly. One of his many personal mottos is “death before dishonor”. He is extremely conscious of how powerful he is and is quick to gage how powerful those he surrounds himself with are. He is happy filling most any role in a group, but has taken a liking to archery and the use of his firearms most prominently.
He is a live and let live type of person, preferring not to bother anyone unless they actively seek him out first. He won’t go out of his way to track someone down or do something unless he has a very good reason for it. That said, he has a very strong belief in prophecy, even prophecy coming from the lips of a fortune teller who’s probably a charlatan, because he believes everything happens for a reason, and he must have encountered this shoddy, two-bit fortune teller for some purpose or other.
Towards people he’s altogether friendly but will not actively seek to form friendships, oftentimes preferring to travel on his lonesome. He’s traveled in groups before to varying degrees of success.
He’s very wise and has a lot of wisdom to impart onto others, as was imparted onto him by the man who trained him.
Morally he falls into a grey area, this is not because he doesn’t fight for the side of good, he certainly does, but his stances on punishment of those who have done wrong is quite extreme. For even the smallest offense to the law or what Bishop views as cosmically right a bone shattering blow that might as well be criminal is in store for the wrongdoer from Bishop’s hands. This sense of morality he holds is often called hypocritical as Bishop used to be a criminal himself.
Equipment:
-Two Twin Two Shot Flintlock Pistols. He demonstrates exceptional skill with them and it careful to make his shots count. He had previously expressed interest in getting revolvers. However once getting those revolvers he discovered that they were wildly inaccurate and quickly went back to his trust flintlock. The only real problem with his guns is that they are a bother to reload.
-One Xiphos Short Sword. Bishop uses a slightly modernized version of the Xiphos shortsword with improved material and blade quality as a secondary weapon. ((Fun fact, ‘Xiphos’ apparently means ‘Penetrating Light’. Ancient Greeks and their fancy names for swords, eh?))
-A Double Concave Bow. Arguably his main weapon once his pistols run out of ammunition, he shows deadly accuracy with his bow and arrow. His feats include firing multiple arrows simultaneously, very fast and accurate shooting, and once he shot an opponent's arrows out of the air.
-A Lyre. Bishop keeps a finely made wooden Lyre with him when in need of his musically inclined talents.

Abilities: Bishop is often called a ‘Warrior of Utility’, because he very rarely finds himself squeezed into merely one combat role. He has performed duties similar to a combat medic, he’s been an archer, and has strummed a lyre in such furious desperation that at the time he must have been a bard.
His powers are reasonably expansive, due to the wide variety of subject’s Apollos godship covers. He has spent a significant portion of his life training, making him adept in his abilities. But, as his Master once said to him, “you have not realized the full power of your abilities, and until you unite with others like you, I doubt you ever will.”
Blinding Light- Bishop, as his ancestor is god of the sun, has access to a extremely useful light based attacks and utilities. He can cause his hand to glow very brightly, almost as though a flashlight or a torch. he can configure this light in many ways, making it shine like a flashlight, lantern, or even the ability to make shadow puppets with it, sort of like someone could do with a flashlight and their hands. Combat wise it has two applications, firstly if he can manage to put his hands over someone's eyes he can deliver an intense amount of brightness very suddenly, blinding them for a period of up to a half hour. His other combat option is to fire a beam of light, causing physical damage to an opponent, but this drains his energy severely
Musical Magic- Using any instrument, Bishop can play a variety of tunes that will empower those he is traveling with, though these effects are the most potent when using a lyre. He has a variety of songs, one which can slightly increase the strength of his team-mates, one that can make his enemies slightly weaker, calming songs, and a variety of others. ((In RP, if I want to use a song not mentioned in the sheet I’ll run it by the GM first.))
Healing Magic- Bishop has somewhat potent healing magic, which he calls his ‘healing hands’. If he passes close to someone he can sense if they have some kind of wound. By laying his hands on the wound, he can accelerate the healing process to a degree. paper cuts and little bruises would fade in a matter of seconds, but the length of time needed to fully mend something increase exponentially as the wound gets worse. Fixing something broken would take an entire day, but attempting to regrow a limb that was lost could take a year.
God Burst- Arrows of Revealing Light- His God Burst is a power he calls ‘The Arrows of Revealing Light’. It creates six golden arrows in his quiver and bathes him in a golden light. The first effect is that he is slightly stronger, faster, more accurate, and all his abilities are a bit more ffective. Additionally, he has the arrows, with which he can do many things. Can can absorb them to make himself further slightly stronger, he can shoot them at a friend to heal them massively, or he can shoot them at an enemy for either an instant kill or a massive amount of damage.

Ancestor/Patron: Apollo; God of Prophecy, Music, Archery, Medicine, The Sun, and basically anything that the other gods didn’t claim already.

Background:
Bishop has a storied past for a man of only 36. He was born in a small, backwater town in the country of Wandenzech. He was born into a very poor household that might as well have been little more than a dirt shack held up with nothing more than spit, sticks, and a whole lot of prayers. The only way to get by in the tiny town was criminal activity- Traders would pass through all the time, attempting to barter spice or coin or weapons to villagers who barely had enough money to pay for leaves to wipe their own asses with. The Bishop family got the idea to start taking from the traders. Nothing big, no fighting, no intimidation, just making small talk with the trader while their boy went around the back and nicked a sword or two. It was a good system- The merchant went on their merry way no worse for wear with only the slightest lightening of the load, and the Bishops had enough money.
But eventually, people began catching on. People were starting to realize the Bishop’s house was getting nicer and nicer- and that they had a bit more stuff than they used to. People started demanding cuts, threatening to bring the police down on the Bishops. They had to give away their profits, and they had to steal more and more to survive. Soon, they started holding up traders and trade caravans. Generally, it was fine, no one ever got hurt, and the Bishops and their village got what they wanted. until one day, when Matthew Bishop had just turned seventeen. There was a trade caravan that put up a fight- a bad one. Bishop pulled his most valuable possession, a gun, stolen when he was ten, and he fired. The fighting stopped, one of the traders was dead. Bishops parents forced him to turn himself in, and so he did, sentenced to six years in prison, five for murder, one for theft. retrospectively it was an extremely lax sentence for a second degree murder and multiple counts of grand theft, but at the time it seemed like a hell of a long sentence to Bishop.
It was in prison that he truly developed who he was. He was quick to adjust to a no-crime lifestyle; the prison supplied him will everything he needed. The only bad thing he probably did in there was beating the shit out of someone who tried to fuck with him in his first few days. After that, no one messed with The Bishop, as they started to call him. At that time, Bishop started to become enamored with religion, he felt as though it gave him a purpose. In his prison years he became a preacher of Apollo, lord of the sun, medicine, music, archery, and in some cases, knowledge. he got a tattoo of the sun on his hand to signify this. It made him feel like he was doing in prison. That he was in there for a reason.
That feeling went away when he got out, six years later. He was in a town he didn’t recognize with people who particularly hated ex-cons, at a dead-end, with no job, no prospects, and what he felt was his true purpose in life locked back inside the prison walls.
At this time, Bishop made a new friend- Alcohol. He spent what must have been a year of his life drinking, kicking back in dive bars and cheap pubs looking for good booze to drown his sorrows in. Sometime shortly after his twenty fourth birthday, something odd happened in the bar.
Bishop was just about to walk out the door, when a curious looking man in a beautiful golden suit walked in. He was dressed perfectly and seemed to radiate light. Bishop was the first one to speak to him, asking him what someone like him was doing in a place like this. The man responded, “To buy you a drink, Mr.Bishop.”
Bishop wasn’t one to turn down a free drink, so he accepted. As the two drank, they talked. The man revealing he knew a lot about Bishop- His past, his time in prison, his favorite drink for chrissakes. Instead of asking how the man knew all this, Bishop merely remarked he was no one special and got up to leave, saying he needed to get to bed for the never ending hunt for some kind of job that would accept him.
The man said, “You exist in a world of gods and monsters, yet you waste your time with mortal struggles? One in your situation must come to realize- you are more than a man. Mr.Bishop, encourage you to stay here for just five minutes. it is your destiny. You shall be set on a path of heroism, honor, and glory, for whatever hardship it may be fraught with. But if you walk out of that door, right now, you embark on a darker path than I could ever foresee.” With that the man in the suit paid and left, leaving Bishop to make his choice.
Bishop stayed in that bar for another half an hour, and in that time a man older than he was walked in, only to be assaulted by a group of bar assholes. He stood there and took it, before Bishop walked up to them and told them to piss off. After the ensuing fight, the older gentleman told Bishop to pursue him at his dojo.
Bishop ventured to the dojo and trained there for a great many years, until he was thirty, learning everything his new master has to teach him, and even learning of his godly ancestry. He eventually began deducing that the man he’d met, the one with the golden suit, was Apollo, his ancestor.
After completing his training, he traveled for many years, being a part of many adventurer’s groups and seeing places all around the world.

~✶Our Brightest Stars✶~ ~Always Open!~

DEL HALE
Del stood there, for almost a full awkward minute, holding his hand out to the girl who refused to take it while equally seeming mystified by it. During this time, Del wondered many things. Why he was being sent on a mission with this girl? Why did he walk in the doors of Nova Infinitum of all places? Most importantly, why was he receiving a stare down? it was very unsettling, to be stared down by someone with eyes the size of dinner plates. Del knew she was a corrupted, making him wonder whether or not she was staring at him with decidedly murderous intent or if she was just nervous. Did corrupteds get nervous?
He was about to lower his hand when the girl next to Aquarius greeted him.
"Um, hi, Lyra." He now tried to give her a handshake. Suddenly, his eyes flitted upward, scanning her face. "Oh my god, I'm an idiot, she's blind." He remembered, and he lowered his hand faster than perhaps he ever had before. Reflexively he smiled, trying to be polite, then he remembered she couldn't see the smile and he panicked slightly, internally. While trying to think of a response, something tiny and fast slammed into his chest and then he was on the floor with a little corrupted girl directly on top of him.
Before Del could do so much a yelp, scream, or get away in any fashion, the girl nuzzled into his chest, saying he was her new big brother. in the back of Del's mind, he wondered what happened to her old big brother.
"So, um, Lyra..." Del began, while attempted to pry the little girl off of him, but her death grip on his shirt was making it no easier.
"Are you going on the mission with us...?" Now he was on his feet, holding the little girl in his arms.
Before the girl could answer, an woman only a few years older than them walked over. He vaguely remembered her- Ms.Scythe, wasn't it? If Del remembered correctly, she had reverse telepathy. With a power and name like that, it was a wonder she wasn't buddy buddy with that guy Ursa. This woman had taught a few classes with him in them- He'd only been there a few days, after all. He also remembered her from his one session of cooking club, in which e'd eaten the pizzas the club made. All fifteen of them.
"You doing okay there? What's with all the fuss today?" She asked.
"Missions, and evidently, today is the day we all pick new big brothers." Del said, letting out a rare glimpse of one of his jokes.
He looked back at Aquarius, noticing that she was wearing gloves and bracelets. Interesting clothing choice, particularly for a little girl. he wondered if it had something to do with her power...? It might be. Del had realized a while ago that he subconsciously had altered his appearance to fit around his power. it made him wonder what her power was. Glove manipulation?

URSA
Ursa rose from his seat a half second before Virgo made her irrelevant comment on the mission time. He already knew it was time to go, and he imagined Jace did as well. Jace nodded and stood as well, while all three made their way to the car. As they walked, Ursa thought about Virgo. He remembered reading over her file Zoolingualisim was her power. If it came down to it, he'd deal with her indoors. Outside he might have to contend with a veritable legion of pigeons. Enough of them would make it hard to aim. Indoors his problems might consist of a house cat or dog- In other words, a non-issue. Ursa thought about specific ways to kill her. Most anything would probably work, she didn't seem to have physical prowess in any way, shape, or form. he'd be a push-over, easy to make it seem like an 'accident'. He tucked that bit of knowledge away as the trio stepped outside, the air biting into Ursa's neck. Jace silently handed him his coat and he took it, putting it on, enjoying the familar feeling of the fabric brushing against the bits of his exposed skin while he zipped and buttoned it.
Jace opened the door and Virgo stepped in, followed by Ursa. The three of them jammed into the backseat while Virgo peered over the file. A crusty cabbie stared at them from the front seat, he face covered with stubble, and from the backseat Ursa could tell his breath stunk of cheap hot dogs and the last traces of alcohol from a morning hangover. Ursa's eyes flickered over his rates, confirming his suspicious that they were investing a low amount of money in their travel.
"To the airport, yeah?" The cabbie said, a thick New York accent permeating his voice.
"Make it snappy." Ursa said. The cabbie frowned deeper and started to drive.
"So, Ursa... Any thoughts on our mission?" The assassin was thinking about that, too.
"Waste of our talents. An Agent could be deployed alone just as easily. Could be a test. Or he could be dangerous." Ursa said, one of the few times he'd spoken to someone not associated with his training or his missions.
"As much as I don't want to admit it, Ursa has a point. Nova Infinitum doesn't send our stars to find other stars, usually...Unless..." Jace said. he didn't finish the though, but he knew what Jace was thinking. Unless there was a problem.

ALEX MASTERS "ATLAS"
Alex awoke that morning to the calming tones of his alarm clock- Smooth jazz, turned up just loud enough to rouse him from his slumber. He was in a spacious room, easily two dozen meters by two dozen meters. A king sized bed with clean white sheets was against the wall, and other walls were adorned with framed pictures or had shelves against them that held a myriad of trophies. The only thing the place didn't seem to have was a vaulted ceiling, but his associates had decided adding one of those to his quarters wasn't exactly cost effective.
He rolled out of bed, yawning loudly, going to pour himself a cup of coffee. He strode to his kitchenette, opening cabinets while his combination TV/Computer lit up, with today's mission and training assignments. He lazily ready it as he began making his coffee.
"Division 12; Live Fire on Ranges. Units 22, 39, and 75 to receive disciplinary action." Was all he managed to read before a new assignment popped up "Personnel Assignment- ATLAS". Puzzled, he clicked on the file. Inside were the details of a young girl, someone named Vespira. Living in Washington, over in the United States, she had the power of adoptive muscle memory. His higher-ups were suggesting he... Persuade her to come to their side.
Alex cracked a smile. Someone with Adoptive Muscle Memory would be an invaluable asset for the training of his soldiers. he could show her footage of something being done, and pick the knowledge of it right from her head. Alex printed the plane tickets, and went to get his coat. Today he'd be heading to Seattle...
((Sorry for short posts, again. Somewhat busy day for me...

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

So basically any power as long as we can pull a techno/science-babble out that sounds plausible? Sounds cool.

Sci-fi crossover

Interested, if using characters from the Halo universe is allowed.

Pandora's Box RP

Lookin' pretty awesome.

~✶Our Brightest Stars✶~ ~Always Open!~

MI6

MI6, the world renown British Intelligence Agency makes its home in London, and maintains a rigorous quality of top of the line agents ready for any task, prepared to do anything for The Crown and the peoples of the UK. MI6 has been following the development of the Stars from one of the first major incidents, and have been very quiet about it. MI6 is particularly interested in the military applications of such stars, and recommended the Americans at Nova Infinitum to try out their idea of the Ursa program. After a few years of their training, closely watched by MI6, they decided to attempt to make Star-Soldiers of their own, top of the line secret agents who would be the deadliest fighting force on the planet. They selected a Star among them, one Alex Masters, to head the project, called Project Astral.

Project Astral is for the explicit purpose of the training and development of Stars into effectively weapons, whether this means corruption or otherwise. They have just under one hundred people currently in training, which no one has completed. Their oldest trainee is currently 17.

Alex Masters

Name: Alex Masters
Codename: Atlas
Gender:
Age: 38
Nationality: British
Current location in the world: London, MI6 Underground 'Astral' Bunker
Appearance:

Alex is rarely ever spotted when not wearing his characteristic white suit- or riot gear. Alex always has a smug “I’m better than you’ smile of his face, showing off his pearly white teeth. He has an immaculate blond head of hair, accentuating his pale blue eyes. His eye have a quality that are almost inviting, yet at the same time cruelly cynical if you look too deep. He typically has his hands tucked into his pockets, while his eyes flit around as though bored. His skin is white and lightly tanned, it is as perfect as the rest of his appearance, without a blemish or mark to speak of. His muscles are well-toned, all covered nicely by his white suit.
Sometimes, if one makes him angry, they’ll catch him clenching and unclenching his fists rapidly. He never seems to sweat, even when under great strain, but the effort will certainly shine through on his face. When upset or sad, his smile will turn into only the slightest frown, as though disappointed.
Location and notes on star mark:
Alex’s star is in the center of his palm, it is large and white, four pointed, and is large enough to almost take up the entirety of his palm. When he uses his power his star starts to glow.
Star Power:
Memory Transferral- Alex’s unique ability is that of being able to obtain and give out memories. By placing his hand on the head of someone else, he can begin picking through their memories, and he can copy ones he chooses into his head. If it is a mere snippet of information, like a name or a face, this can be done instantly. For more expansive knowledge, such as how to drive a car or how to fight at a basic level can take an hour. Copying someone’s mastery of a skill into his own head would take twenty four hours of continuous contact.
Additionally, this power allows Alex to copy his own memories, or memories he’s taken, into the heads of others. He can impart his knowledge of martial arts or firearms training onto anyone, provided he maintains contact with their head.
Corrupted or Uncorrupted: Uncorrupted
Skills:
-Master Hand to Hand Combatant: he is the master of over twenty martial arts, including not limited to USMC Martial Arts, Krav Maga, Ninjitsu, Jujitsu, Silat, and Muy Thai.
-Hacker: He can hack to an exceptional degree.
-Master Mechanic: Very good with machines. He can’t develop his own, but can fix a wide variety.
-Marksman: Excellent marksman.
-Detective: good detective skills.
-Vehicle Expert: Expert in the operation of vehicles.
Weapons:
-He has a handgun in a shoulder holster.
-He keeps two knives hidden on his person. The location of these changes regularly.
Personality:
Alex is a leader. He has a magnetic personality that somehow draws people in, with lots of charisma and a charming smile to top it all off. He’s all smiles, most of the time, and fundamentally understands how people work. He’s very good at social dynamics and knows how to play off them to his disadvantage. Very rarely does he find someone who dislikes him, but that’s usually only people who are as smart or smarter than he is- who are few and far between. He’s very good at persuasion and diplomacy, and when the situation calls for it, intimidation. In a sense he is very minimalist and likes exerting the smallest amount of effort to get something done, but done right all the same. Equally this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a sense of style. Often times he’s made full grown bikers back off with a single well placed quip.
He’s a wily man, and has been called a “weasley bastard” more than once by his enemies. He is secretive when he feels it will help him gain an advantage, and is extremely good at being a secret agent. He can talk his way out of- or into- virtually any situation he likes.
Biography:
Born in London to two altogether average parents, he wasn’t exactly your average child. He had his star power as soon as he was born- and used it to great effect. He was already a fantastic speak with incredible vocabulary by the time he was only one- He’d accidentally taken a massive knowledge of the english language from his mother and father. He began being jokingly referred to as the ‘prodigal son’. This began shaping up to be more true than false. They enrolled him into kindergarten at age two. He quickly proved far too intelligent for it, and has skipped into the fourth grade by the time he was five. He skipped several grades over his educational career, finishing high school at thirteen. Unbeknownst to virtually everyone, this wasn’t because of an inherent intelligence- it was due to his Star. His power let him attian all the knowledge he’d need to pass any sort of test thrown at him. After graduating, most colleges refused to accept a boy who was only thirteen, and in these years waiting to become of age for college, he began thinking about what sort of career he’d enjoy. At number one on his list was a career in the British Intelligence Agency, MI6. He did a respectable amount of research and attempted to train himself via internet videos, learning the ways of firearms and martial arts to make for an easier acceptance- When that failed his went to local martial artists and literally paid them to allow him to lay his hand on their heads for many, many hours at a time. By the time he was sixteen he was a veritable swiss army knife of knowledge and had enough fighting skill to put a Navy SEAL on his ass.
At eighteen, he decided that college was ‘below’ him, and he immediately joined MI6. He passed all the tests with flying colors and quickly rose in the ranks. He was personally responsible for MI6’s recognition of Stars and formulated the idea for the Ursa program. After the program was declared a success, he volunteered to lead MI6’s version, Project Astral. he spearheaded the project with his new codename, Atlas, and has been leading it ever since.
Trivia:
-Has a bad habit of smoking. He didn’t pick his up personally, but he accidentally took on one too many memories of smoking and how it feels, becoming addicted.
-He likes fire.
-He doesn’t particularly like corrupts. He doesn’t hate them, but he sees them as ‘lesser’ to a degree.
-Doesn’t like to kill, but will do it.
Other:
Per Aspera ad Astra

~✶Our Brightest Stars✶~ ~Always Open!~

@DocTachyon
Uh.. it's Virgo, not Vespira. :x Just to clear things up~ Sorry the 'V' names are confusing huh? ;o

@karamonnom

Well, you understood what I meant so that's what counts I guess XP

~✶Our Brightest Stars✶~ ~Always Open!~

DEL HALE

Del was still in the kitchen, stuffing his sixteenth doughnut down his gullet. he swallowed, patting his belly, now full after seveal mugs of coffee, donuts, and somewhere approaching a pound of bacon. A few of those still in the kitchen stared at him in his beanie and civilian clothes, marveling at the massive amounts of food he'd just consumed. Del turned, blushing slightly, nodding to those watching and quickly walked out. He looked around to see the standard fare of people milling about their daily tasks. Getting food, using a water fountain, a few games of rock paper scissors here and there...
Del yawned and continued walking around HQ, wondering where in sam hill he was expected to meet his partner. He was just in the mess hall/kitchen and she wes nowhere to be found... Maybe the rec room? Del dodged past a few people, jogging slowly the the recreational room. He entered to see some people playing fooz ball, others partaking in a game of ping pong.
He watched the ball bounce back and forth, losing himself in it, slowly allowing himself to retreat to his thoughts. What was he really doing here? Why was he here? Sure, there was food, social interaction, all that, but he still had an underlying... Distrust of this place. They bag you, tag you with their own little number, slip you into a uniform and they put you in here unless they need you again. Del's grip tightened on his skateboard, slightly messing up the paint on the bottom side. The worst part, though, was they weren't doing anything outwardly bad. All Del had to go on was an underlying distrust, and beyond that, nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, Del heard his name being shouted, very faintly, as though from across the HQ... Oh no. The other side. That's where he was supposed to be. Del dropped his skateboard on the ground and hopped on it. Time to go fast. He kicked off, darting out of the rec room and agilely avoiding people as he went, some screaming and diving out of the way while others observed quizzically. He zoomed down the halls, doing a kick flip over somebody who was tying their shoes, finally stopping in front of the door where a burly agent, a little girl, and another girl stood.
"This is Del." Del said, getting off his board and picking it up as he did so.
The burly agent gave him the evil eye and he sneered in response. He turned his attention to the two girls. He realized the older one, the one that distinctly wasn't Aquarius, had glazed over eyes. A blind girl and a little one to look after. Lovely. He turned his attention to Aquarius, noting that she was wearing gloves, for one reason or another.
"Hi... I'm Del..." He extended his hand to Aquarius, still unaware who the other girl was, having not seen her on the assignment board... Maybe she was recently added...?

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URSA
As Ursa walked down the halls, Jace on his heels, he could feel the eyes on him. Dozens of people stopping and staring. He wasn't a telepath, but he knew what they were thinking. "Bastard." "Monster." "Scary.". Officially, Ursa's exploits as an assassin weren't released to anyone in the HQ that wasn't officially affiliated with the Ursa program, but these people seemed to have thier suspicions. Ursa mainted his deadpan look while he continued to walk, and the eyes slowly turned away.
Ursa heard a ringing and his muscles tensed, flinching towards his thighs were his pistols were usually housed. It was only for a sdplit second and he quickly calmed, realizing it was only the ring of Jace's phone. The man answered, talking for a moment. Ursa stared down at his feet, hoping it was a reassignment. Hoping to get informed there was a mix-up up top and he had a real mission to attend to.
"Change of plans, Ursa." Jace said, hanging up the phones. The barest traces of a smile graced Ursa's lips. Finally, an assassination. "The Security Chief is unreachable, apparently. Something about interviewing new staff. Point is, I'm now assigned to your mission. So is another one with the star, called Vespira."
Ursa's smile disappeared as quick as it had come while Ursa give a quick nod. Jace turned him to the atrium and they made thier way, Ursa silently turning over why he may have been sent on this mission. The Military tech angles were always possible, but what if it wasn't that... What if they were planning to kill him, they wanted him off his guard. Where had it gone wrong?
They arrived in the atrium, and almost instantly Ursa's trained eyes picked out the girl. Blone hair, green eyes. He gestured to Jace and they went over, sitting beside her.
Jace stared at Ursa expectantly, waiting for him to introduce himself. The Bear simply stared forward. Jace sighed and turned to the girl,, extending a hand.
"I'm Jace, your handler for the mission. Richard will be unable to join us, but I'm more than capable of filling his shoes. This is Ursa. Say hello, wouldn't you, Ursa?"
Ursa remained silent.

((OOC: Sorry for the bad posts, kind of in a rush right now and I've been busy over the past few days.))