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Divided We Stand

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Name:
Oliver Wilson

Alias:
Reaper

Speech Color:
N/A

Character Alignment:
Villain

Identity:
Secret

Character Personality:
Oliver Wilson is a soldier. He is a warrior, through and through. He has fought to survive his entire life. He has fought to protect those he cares the most about. But when those people were taken away from him, when his entire life was shattered in a single, brutal instance, Oliver Wilson changed. He became something...different. Something terrifying. It has been said that Oliver Wilson died the day his brother did; all that is left is a shell. A walking corpse, who's only purpose in undeath is to continue to fight. He is called the Reaper, for he brings death on those he believes to be responsible for his brother's murder and his own imprisonment. The Reaper sees the world in black and white: you are either with him, or against him. You are either an ally...or a target. There is no in-between. No room for gray. Despite his overwhelming drive for vengeance, Oliver does not enjoy this 'life.' Deep down, he hates everything he has come to stand for. But he knows that there is no going back to the way things used to be. No home to go back to. No family to take him in after the campaign is finished. All that awaits him at the end of the line is the sweet embrace of that endless abyss. The sweet kiss of death. Wilson prays it comes for him every day. He'd end it himself, if it weren't for his mission. So for now, he merely waits for himself to slip up so that his enemies can end his torment. Until that day...The Reaper comes to harvest.

Uniform/costume:

uniform

Origin Info/Details:
Not much is known about the life of the Reaper before he began his crusade. Oliver Wilson is a descendant of Irish immigrants. He spent his early life running around the Bronx with various gangs, getting into trouble with the law. At the age of sixteen, he faked his enlistment form and joined the United States Marine Corps. Training was grueling and difficult but Oliver's body had been hardened by years growing up on the streets. He was molded into the perfect killing machine. He was disciplined, capable of following any order without question. He was immensely skilled, able to place three shots in an area the size of a playing card at a range of 400 yards in less than a second.

Hero Type:
Normal

Power Level:
Street Level

Attributes:

Strength Level: Peak Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources:
Extreme

Weaknesses:

Oliver Wilson is a normal human. Additionally, he's getting on in years. What he may have been able to do back when he was in the peak of his conditioning is only a dream now that Reaper is an old man. He's slower, weaker and lacks the endurance of a young man.

Supporting Characters:

Divided We Stand

Klaus Van Untergang

Location; Garden
Interacting With; Will @Smarty0114 | Elijah @BeastofDestiny
Mood; Cooperative → Commanding

The Nazi entourage looked on in fascination as Elijah Masterson forcefully grabbed Emilia by the shirt and struck her in the gut. He was efficient. Brutal. Effective. Übermensch believed that his intentions were to actually help the girl; though his actions didn't reflect that much at all. The German huffed, watching silently as that foolish young hero, Will Blake, used his telekinesis to levitate Klaus's victims to the infirmary. As much as it pained him to allow that sniveling rat to escape unscathed, he didn't want to risk incurring the wrath of Elijah. A conflict with the fire manipulator at this point in time would only cause the Übermensch an unnecessary headache. So far now, Klaus would allow William his moment. "Run away, little rat. Run away as your kind always do." He called after the retreating telekinetic. He could have his moment, yes. But Klaus wanted the final word. Couldn't let Will's escape get to the boy's head, now could he?

Klaus Van Untergang returned Elijah's steely gaze with one of his own. The man's tone was not appreciated; however, the German was willing to look past Masterson's contempt to the message beneath it. "There is no need for an ultimatum, dear Elijah. I will do as you ask. My men and I will...restrain ourselves...from acting further against your interests. I doubt you will believe me, but I do not particularly enjoy conflict with my peers. Even the Mayweathers. If I had my way, we would all stand united. Yet they choose to oppose me for my ideals. Ideals that would serve to better the world around them. You can understand that I only want what is best for our species, yes? Ah. Whatever the case, I do not mean to preach." Klaus turned toward his friends and allies, waving them toward the garden's exit. "Oh, but Masterson? Do not threaten me again or you will not live to regret it." Klaus's words held no malice in them. He had nothing against Elijah as a person and his tone reflected this fact. However, Klaus Van Untergang could not allow himself to be seen as weak by his lieutenants. And he most certainly couldn't allow word to reach the rank and file that the great Übermensch was a coward. It's just business. He thought, following the others out of the garden and out into the campus exterior.

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James Spinne

Location; The Fountain → Slightly to the Left of the Fountain
Interacting With; Brenna @smarty0114 | Gianna @lovely complex | Kayla @BeastOfDestiny Minako @Thundercrash
Mood; Worried → Sympathetic → Moral Quandary → Hopeful

"Lucky me." James muttered. Gianna was not his biggest fan, she had made that very clear every time they interacted. Well, who cares! I don't like you either! Spinne thought, sticking his tongue out the moment Gianna turned away from him. He regretted the immature act almost the second he did it. I am...such a child. Hopefully no one important saw that. Like Brenna. Speaking of Brenna, she took his arrival rather...well? The Lancaster girl avoided eye contact, which worried Spinne to no end. Is she mad at me? Do I smell? Was the breakfast bad?! Oh. Wait. She's probably embarrassed you came swinging in like a knight in shining spider armor. Yeah. That's it. That wasn't normal human behavior. Oh boy, did I screw everything up? Okay. Calm down. Think it through. Should I apologize? Yes. Do it now, before she can think about how stupid you are. No. Wait. Lucas says don't apologize, just learn from your mistakes and move forward. Females can smell weakness. They're like, sharks to blood or whatever. I'll do that. After all, Luke is the final authority on women. With that issue dealt with, James turned his attention back to reality. Kayla hadn't so much as glanced in his direction when Arachnid went to shake her hand. That's fine. She's probably just nervous. It's cool. Who isn't nervous around Gianna? This has nothing to do with his horrible joke; of course not. His jokes were great.

What wasn’t great, however, was the sudden ‘umph’ coming from James’ left. He turned just in time to see a girl he didn’t recognize bump right into Daniels. This isn’t going to end well. Things went from bad to worse as Brenna immediately went at the girl, shouting at her for what was obviously a minor mistake garnered from a lapse in attention; something James was well known for. He looked from Kayla to Minako, absolutely helpless. He hated conflict. A lot. If he had the power to, Spinne would’ve stepped between the two she-wolves and talk the whole situation away. But he knew better than to get between his Ice Queen and her prey. People who got in their way tended to get dropped. James gave the poor girl a sympathetic look and mouthed the words ’I’m so sorry’ when neither of the villainesses were looking his way. If Lancaster had one glaring flaw, it was…this. Gianna was molding her into the next big Delphina baddy and that honestly terrified James. He knew what Gia was like. How she treated her friends. The possibility that James was just one of Brenna’s puppets had crossed his mind before. It was a thought that tended to float on through whenever this side of the cryokinetic reared its ugly head. But Spinne shoved it to the back of his mind as he always did and came up with every excuse in the book as to why this was okay. Why it was all acceptable. There were so many ‘ifs’ ‘ands’ and ‘buts’ to allow for such within his twisted view of morality. Just…protecting her friend. I’d do the same. Right? The encounter ended rather abruptly when Gianna ordered Brenna and the others to take their leave.

James was more than happy to get away from Cupid’s Psychopath, and followed the other two girls away from the newcomer and the Delphina temptress. Once they were sufficiently far enough away from the scene, Brenna turned to address Kayla. And as if the last minute and half hadn’t occurred, she spoke in the sweetest, most innocent voice she could muster. There’s my girl. On some subconscious level, James knew full well that Brenna was only putting on a front. But he chose to ignore all logical thinking and conscious in favor of looking at the beautiful girl standing next to him. “I’ll do whatever you two want to do.” He said through his goofy trying-not-to-laugh smile. ” I’m pretty-“James began, bending backwards until his hands touched the ground. His fingers instantly found purchase via the microscopic hairs on his digits, allowing the spider to hold a hand stand rather easily. “-Flexible like that.” James pushed himself back to his feet, brimming with pride at his terrible pun.

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Jessica Sterling

Location; Control Room
Interacting With;Harold @Beefydork | Jackson @SomewhatAverage
Mood;Intrigued → Worried

Jessica Sterling watched on with mild interest as Harold battled the drone. While he hadn’t gone so far as to up the machine’s difficulty level to red, it was still a very impressive display of skill. “I could never do that.” Invincible admitted to Jackson. She did have to confess, however, that Harold’s bone manipulation abilities were kind of disgusting. Not to say that it was the most repulsive thing she had witnessed; not in the slightest. Jefferson’s agility was what interested the heroine most. She envied heroes who were so light on their feet that they could avoid most danger with what appeared to be relative ease. Jess, on the other hand, had to take almost every shot fired at her. She was about as flexible as a lead bar. Probably less so, now that she thought about it. Harold finished the thing off by slicing its disc-shaped head clean off. “Plans?” Jess reiterated while she considered the question. “If Lovelace doesn’t want to do anything, I’ll honestly just be hanging around here. I don’t get out much, if you couldn’t tell.” She answered with a slight grin. The thought of just trapezing around the Control Room all day was never a fun one. As much as she told otherwise, Sterling could only stand so much work before she lost interest. [i][color=silver]Better than spending time with strangers.[/i] She grumbled internally. [i]These two are okay, but most aren’t so…reserved.[/color][/i]

Jackson’s duel with the orange level AI was only slightly slower than his first fight. Must be using his powers less. Guess Harold and I got to him, huh? Jessica reasoned. From the looks of things, it would seem Hunt was going to clean up just as well as he did before, even without using his full power. The machine, not content with letting Jack get away with an east win, had a sudden spike in competence as it struck Jackson square in the face. Jessica let out a short puff of air in surprise. She wasn’t the only one who hadn’t been expecting that, either, judging from Hunt’s expression. Sterling worried that the hero’s brief lapse in attention would cost him, with the robot already charging its plasma cannon. But her worries seemed unfounded (or rather, misplaced) because Jack was on top of the AI in a second. His counterattack was lightning fast and utterly barbarous. Just the drop to the ground and the moves preceding it would’ve knocked a normal human out. The drone was a might more durable and managed to throw out one last, desperate jab which Jackson dodged without effort. What followed was a display of such animosity and rage that even Invincible had to wince at the lifeless machine’s fate. “Jackson?” She muttered. The thing’s eyes went black but Hunt continued his assault. Jackson got a hold of himself and stopped battering the fallen training bot. Jess shared her troubled look with Harold before turning back to the time stopper. “Yeah. You can tell by the sound it made when it’s fist hit you.” Jessica’s tone was noticeably different. Gone was the playful banter, replaced with genuine concern for her classmate. She didn’t know him well at all; but she recognized that look in his eye. It was one she knew all too well. And through her previous experience, Jess knew the best way to deal with the situation at hand.

“Are you two hungry? I forgot to grab breakfast before I headed over here. I’m gonna head over to the cafeteria…you two can tag along, if you want.” Jessica gave Harold a look, hoping to subtly urge him to assist in convincing Jack to take a break. Sticking around the Control Room after a breakdown would only make matters worse.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 2

@Chaotic Chao That's the point of this whole thing, no?

Political Standing of the RoleplayGuild.

Yeah, I'd say that's accurate.

The Indies: Men, Mutants, and Monsters - Season 1

I'm fine with that, though I'd prefer the number of TF on Earth to be low as to not overrun the rest of the characters.

@HenryJonesJr

Alright, cool.

The Indies: Men, Mutants, and Monsters - Season 1

@HenryJonesJrWill you let me play Optimus Prime? Because if so, I'll totally be there.

_{Still salty Modern Man didn't accept that CS. I put so much work into it.}

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 2

Sounds good, boss.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 2

Logan was alone. He sat in the center of a non-descript metal room, staring ahead at the one-way mirror that dominated the front wall. The only things inside with Wolverine were two metal chairs and a table, all bolted to the white tile floor. The rest of the room was bare of any decoration or furniture. Logan noted the lack of a clock; a classic interrogation tactic. They wanted to make James feel as if he had been isolated for hours, when only thirty six minutes and twelve seconds had passed since he was escorted inside. He'd counted. Logan had also counted the three hours and eight minutes prior where he had been forced into a shower room to wash after his exposure to nuclear fallout, followed by another two hours of being fitted for his own personal X-Gene neutralization collar and finally five more hours of solitary confinement. He'd guessed it was around nine thirty in the morning of the following day. The only living souls Wolverine had laid eyes on during that time were dressed in Hazmat suits. They were testing his resolve. Trying to tear down his morale. But Logan wasn't some purse thief or rank amateur; he could stand spending a couple of hours by himself.

What he couldn't stand was the inhibitor collar. Or the specialized shackles keeping Logan pinned to the floor and his claws effectively leashed. He felt naked without his acute senses. And if it came to a fight, he'd have no healing factor or claws to rely on. If he’d been in this situation back before the adamantium, Logan could’ve broken his own wrist to escape the handcuffs. That was the problem with being invincible. When you were stuck, you were stuck. Wolverine had already tried slicing his way outta the things; but whoever had made the shackles was thorough. Every time he tried to unsheathe, all he managed to do was hurt himself. At this point, James was content to wait out the interrogation. An opportunity to escape would present itself within time. Patience had never been one of the mutant’s strong suits, however, so waiting for the proper timing could be a struggle. And here I am with nothing to pass the time. Logan mused.

The door to the small room swung open. Two men in SHIELD uniforms moved inside, one staying near the door while the other stood against the far wall behind Wolverine. Each carried a sidearm and a remote control of some kind; likely to activate a paralyzing agent in the collar. Neither spoke, which meant they weren’t his actual interrogators. Given Logan’s record, he suspected he would garner the attention of someone of decent rank. After all, there was very recent video footage of him breaking into the Helicarrier. Add onto that fact that Wolverine was a part of a team that kidnapped the Hulk, was partially responsible for a nuclear explosion in Canada, and was a member of a black ops mutant terror cell...Yeah. Logan would be waiting awhile for parole. The door opened once more, and third figure stepped inside the tiny, non-descript room. Logan recognized the man the instant he saw him. “Fury.” He grunted. "..." The Director of SHIELD stared at the man across from him with his one good eye for exactly two minutes before he even spoke a word. “You age well.” Nick finally said, taking a seat. “Could say the same to you, you old bastard.” Logan retorted, his face as emotionless and expressionless as a stone. "How you been? How're the commandos?"

Fury returned the serious gaze. "Aside from the world falling apart at the seams? I'm doing just fine. You know the Howling Commandos. They'll keep doing what they do until they drop." For a moment, it seemed Fury remembered Wolverine rather fondly. That is, until he continued to speak. “Mind telling me what the hell is going on here?” The director finally asked, sounding rather peeved off. “Listen, Nick, I haven’t been myself since-“ He started, only for the SHIELD agent to cut him off with a scoff. “Damn right you haven’t! James Howlett, Canadian war hero and the man who saved my life more times than I can count, turns out to be a terrorist. Something about that isn’t right.” James huffed, struggling against his chains. “Listen, bub. Some son of a bitch named Romulus has been screwing with my mind for years. Maybe decades. And I ain’t the only one. My whole team was compromised.“ He explained. The Canadian-born assassin had never been more sincere in his entire life. Everything hinged upon this moment. He had to convince Nick Fury to give him the benefit of the doubt. If he couldn’t, Wolverine would spend the rest of his immortal life in a cold, dark cell in the middle of nowhere. “Mind control. That’s new.” The sarcasm in the director’s words certainly didn’t help James’ confidence. “Look, bub. I’ll take whatever test you want me to. It’s the truth and I’d do anything to prove it.” Before Fury could respond, a device in his jacket pocket went off. He pulled out a black cube of some sort and glanced at it, sighing. “I’m a busy man and I have more important things to do than chase ghost stories about mind control and the bogeyman. I’ll have someone in here to take your side of the story. But son, it doesn’t look good for you.”

With that, the Director of SHIELD, and Wolverine’s only chance at escaping custody, stood to leave.

“But hey. It was good to see a familiar face-“ Fury spoke over his shoulder as he shut the door behind him.

“-Even if he’s gone batshit crazy.”

Divided We Stand

Yeah, you'd better be afraid of Sam and Jess's dorm room.