GrizzTheMauler

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

Goes over everyone's cs

My god, did everyone drink the grow juice? Because Pisq aside, average height is just over 6 feet...

The X-Pendibles

Chrys was torn. He'd been waiting for a mission like this but the reality and gravity if it hit hard. "You... Can't be serious..." He clenched his fists. "We just barely survived against one mutant. Now you're telling us to go against people who are "playing god with the x-gene". It'll be worse than suicide. It'll be a slaughter." He had every right to be worried. He couldn't really control his new powers yet, something that could put everyone at risk. "Besides, killing isn't an X-Men thing, I thought, morals or not. I'd be cool with capturing and incapacitating whoever is against us... But most of this squad are minors, you want to scar them? Hell, whenever my old man had to kill someone he made sure I was never even in the area..."

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

Zavid

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Zavid was quiet throughout the trip. He noted all of the others silently, using his implants on his suit and helmet to keep himself busy. His arms lay in hos lap, and he sat as still as a statue. Even when the ship jostled and shook during the flight, he seemed unaffected. In fact, most of the time, his eyes were closed as he started thinking about the place they were going to.

A soft ping, inaudible to the others alert him to a message from Brandt. Opening his eyes he reads it, letting out a sigh. Brandt was on assignment and would be off soon, but Zavid had this thing with the GAHL, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to see him anytime soon. Shame, since Brandt wanted to meet up again, since he's been out of contact for the past six months.

He keeps himself calm, for the rest of the trip. He notes that the Centepede wasn't meant for long trips. And that the suit needed to be able to retract better. For now, he's got it on since he doesn't feel like carrying fifty pounds of metal and hardlight tech. Sure, no one can even use it wothout the right implants, and it's keyed to his biometrics, but he's not risking anything. As they near the station, he moves silently as he grabs his gear, the suit is eerily silent, even his steps are silent. As if his boots never even touch the ground. He stands where he is told to, eyes scanning the space station. He was brought here, once, after he was discharged from the military. That was years ago, and it looks like things have changed. The place is bigger, busier and louder. He looks rather odd, being taller and bigger in build here than most of the humans. He can spot a few of the Giantis around, who stick out like a sore thumb with their immense builds. It reminds him of his own lover, and how much he misses him.

The X-Pendibles

Chrys took off for the sound of the explosion. He weaved through students and obstacles with unnatural ease, seemily avoiding things until he leaped a bit too high and tripped on his way down a slope. Rolling, he surged to his feet, noting that he was behind the others. He headed to the shoreline and looked around. "Looks like a party."

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

Zavid

Name:

Zavid Nightblade

Species:

Primus Sapiens. Geneticaly Modified human

Age:

29

Gender:

Male

Height:

6'8

Weight:

135 kg

Personality:

Calculative~Bold~Honest~Stoic~Charismatic

Zavid is a calm tactician. He values honesty and loyalty, which is rare in his line of work. He aims to exceed expectations and to break down barriers he faces as he isn't a born human. Zavid is a smooth talker, knowing several languages and weilds a golden tongue. He may not be the frontline fighter, but none have his guts. He's a bounty hunter dating a high ranking officer of the very organization against them... He's got to have some crazy in him too, as most don't see the fun in chasing "monsters". Zavid is an active defender, seeking to help others and serve the good of the people any way he can. When stressed he's often found retreating into himself, as he didn't grow up in normal society, and doesn't exactly do well when angry, which leads to him drinking.

History:

Clearance Neded

Icarus Project:
Clearance Level 9, UNFC

Goal:
The Icarus Project was a trial to see whether or not one could create the Perfect human.

Result:
Mass failure. Primus Sapiens are relatively unstable, having chemical imbalance and psychological disorders.

Trial:
Conducted on Zecrux Prime, in the Milky Way Galaxy, Sector Omega. Total Number of Subjects equaled 3000 at start. All, gen-modded from conception.

Trial was 25 years long. 25 years of tests, of needle poking flesh, and of children who never knew what it was like to love. Unlike the Giantis Sapiens, this test was cruel, sadistic and inhumane. There were no names goven to the subjects. They weren't deemed as equal in the human subspecies. They were cattle. To be jsed for testing and creating a weapon capable of tearing down armies. There was no love given to them, so they grew up without it.

The first test group was a failure. Too violent for their own good and were put down. The second, well, the second went the same way, but took out some scientists with them. The Infamous Doctor Icarus refused to stop, creating a third group. To the ones doing well, he cherished, gave them treats. Let them outside the lab to see the sun. Unlike the other humans, Primus Sapiens could handle the intense gravity of Zencrux with ease. With it's double moons and blue star sun, the planet was lush with life... But the lab only knew death.

An accident saw Icarus killed. Some say it was sabotage, others say suicide, when he realized what he'd become. The project continued, only lead by an even more evil man... Doctor Eisenhower. He wanted weapons. So he turned these young teens into a fighting force. Primus are capable of many feats humans cannot do, being faster and stronger due to the environment they were created in, and the gene edits that were dome to them. Many had "damage" and were destroyed. They say that it was because some subjects developed mental illness and Eisenhower wouldn't tolerate it.

There were a few that stood out among the rest. Subject 233, 257, 859, 860, and 1000. These five formed a close bond. When put together, they excelled in everything. Eisenhower took them and did separate tests, to see if he could do his next step: Integrate them with technology.

But it wouldn't happen. The Federation had gotten word of the project and swarmed in force with their own gene-mods, the Giantis. These humans were titans of flesh and used powerful mechs. They took control of the base and started to looknthrough the files, only to find them wiped. Eisenhower was taken in along with the other scientists and the subjects were assimilated into the military for a while. Most stayed, sekingb the thrill, but one notably broke off and decided that he wanted none of it. He took on the name Zavid Nightblade, Subject 1000.

Zavid was part of a cancelled Icarus Project. He and his kin were genetically modified at birth to be stronger, faster and smarter. Which was the goal... What they got was warriors who lived off rage and fought so much that death was a large part of the program. Following a raid by the government the project was shit down. Only a few of the subjects remain, most having to be put down for how volatile they were. Zavid was noted as one of the few successes... out of nearly a thousand subjects.

The subjects who were deemed safe were assimilated into the military. They became known for their strengths... and feared for their fits of berserker rage. The hundred or so who were left have been slowly dwindling, until only a few remained. Zavid relates to these last ones as his family, a thought shared by them all.

After a year or so of wandering, Zavid met a man who called himself Shinzo Shida, who offered him a job as a tester for his inventions. It worked out so well the pair became friends and Shinzo would get him tech to do bounty hunting and escort jobs. Currently, Shida is looking for new materials for weapons and armor, as he is the name in all advanced tech.

After a few years of bounty hunting, Zavid met Brant Quentin a man who he met after... A long night of drinking. The two stayed in touch, went on a few dates and then decided to stick together... Despite Brant being an officer in the UNFC who is against bounty hunters.

Weapons/Supplies:

Zavid prefers to be as far from targets as possible, but is one of the best in close range. His weapons and armor are made by his closest friend, who's known for his top of the line gear under the pseudonym Shinzo.

Prototype HPGR: Custom made Sniper Rifle. High powered Laser weapon.

Centipede Exo Gear: Fits like a second skin, this further enhances his alread high strength and speed. Has a built in jetpack and active camouflage(works only when still).

Centepede WPT: A beta tech that enables a short FTL dash in almost any direction. Has a long power up time.

Centepede Visor: Detects all bands of the EM spectrum. Also has a active HUD for overall status, map and motion sensor.

High Frequency Communicator: Used to communicate with Shinzo and Brant. The former as it is the only direct line to him, no one besides Brant has this. For Brant, it's how they communicate, as they are often far apart.

Lux: A rechargeable energy broadsword Can be used even when powered off like a regular blade. Blade is a meter long and made of a special alloy.

Misc:

Zavid is from Zencrux, a planet with extreme gravity. He has denser bones and higher strength than normal humans. Zencrux' gravity is 26.48 m/s². Brandt has a six year old son, Leon who lives with his parents on Earth.

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

After a bit of drinking and sparring, Zavid is ready for action, captain.

Zavid

Name:

Zavid Nightblade

Species:

Primus Sapiens. Geneticaly Modified human

Age:

29

Gender:

Male

Height:

6'5

Weight:

130 kg

Personality:

Calculative~Bold~Honest~Stoic~Charismatic

Zavid is a calm tactician. He values honesty and loyalty, which is rare in his line of work. He aims to exceed expectations and to break down barriers he faces as he isn't a born human. Zavid is a smooth talker, knowing several languages and weilds a golden tongue. He may not be the frontline fighter, but none have his guts. He's a bounty hunter dating a high ranking officer of the very organization against them... He's got to have some crazy in him too, as most don't see the fun in chasing "monsters". Zavid is an active defender, seeking to help others and serve the good of the people any way he can. When stressed he's often found retreating into himself, as he didn't grow up in normal society, and doesn't exactly do well when angry, which leads to him drinking.

History:

Clearance Neded

Icarus Project:
Clearance Level 9, UNFC

Goal:
The Icarus Project was a trial to see whether or not one could create the Perfect human.

Result:
Mass failure. Primus Sapiens are relatively unstable, having chemical imbalance and psychological disorders.

Trial:
Conducted on Zecrux Prime, in the Milky Way Galaxy, Sector Omega. Total Number of Subjects equaled 3000 at start. All, gen-modded from conception.

Trial was 25 years long. 25 years of tests, of needle poking flesh, and of children who never knew what it was like to love. Unlike the Giantis Sapiens, this test was cruel, sadistic and inhumane. There were no names goven to the subjects. They weren't deemed as equal in the human subspecies. They were cattle. To be jsed for testing and creating a weapon capable of tearing down armies. There was no love given to them, so they grew up without it.

The first test group was a failure. Too violent for their own good and were put down. The second, well, the second went the same way, but took out some scientists with them. The Infamous Doctor Icarus refused to stop, creating a third group. To the ones doing well, he cherished, gave them treats. Let them outside the lab to see the sun. Unlike the other humans, Primus Sapiens could handle the intense gravity of Zencrux with ease. With it's double moons and blue star sun, the planet was lush with life... But the lab only knew death.

An accident saw Icarus killed. Some say it was sabotage, others say suicide, when he realized what he'd become. The project continued, only lead by an even more evil man... Doctor Eisenhower. He wanted weapons. So he turned these young teens into a fighting force. Primus are capable of many feats humans cannot do, being faster and stronger due to the environment they were created in, and the gene edits that were dome to them. Many had "damage" and were destroyed. They say that it was because some subjects developed mental illness and Eisenhower wouldn't tolerate it.

There were a few that stood out among the rest. Subject 233, 257, 859, 860, and 1000. These five formed a close bond. When put together, they excelled in everything. Eisenhower took them and did separate tests, to see if he could do his next step: Integrate them with technology.

But it wouldn't happen. The Federation had gotten word of the project and swarmed in force with their own gene-mods, the Giantis. These humans were titans of flesh and used powerful mechs. They took control of the base and started to looknthrough the files, only to find them wiped. Eisenhower was taken in along with the other scientists and the subjects were assimilated into the military for a while. Most stayed, sekingb the thrill, but one notably broke off and decided that he wanted none of it. He took on the name Zavid Nightblade, Subject 1000.

Zavid was part of a cancelled Icarus Project. He and his kin were genetically modified at birth to be stronger, faster and smarter. Which was the goal... What they got was warriors who lived off rage and fought so much that death was a large part of the program. Following a raid by the government the project was shit down. Only a few of the subjects remain, most having to be put down for how volatile they were. Zavid was noted as one of the few successes... out of nearly a thousand subjects.

The subjects who were deemed safe were assimilated into the military. They became known for their strengths... and feared for their fits of berserker rage. The hundred or so who were left have been slowly dwindling, until only a few remained. Zavid relates to these last ones as his family, a thought shared by them all.

After a year or so of wandering, Zavid met a man who called himself Shinzo Shida, who offered him a job as a tester for his inventions. It worked out so well the pair became friends and Shinzo would get him tech to do bounty hunting and escort jobs. Currently, Shida is looking for new materials for weapons and armor, as he is the name in all advanced tech.

After a few years of bounty hunting, Zavid met Brant Quentin a man who he met after... A long night of drinking. The two stayed in touch, went on a few dates and then decided to stick together... Despite Brant being an officer in the UNFC who is against bounty hunters.

Weapons/Supplies:

Zavid prefers to be as far from targets as possible, but is one of the best in close range. His weapons and armor are made by his closest friend, who's known for his top of the line gear under the pseudonym Shinzo.

Prototype HPGR: Custom made Sniper Rifle. High powered Laser weapon.

Centipede Exo Gear: Fits like a second skin, this further enhances his alread high strength and speed. Has a built in jetpack and active camouflage(works only when still).

Centepede WPT: A beta tech that enables a short FTL dash in almost any direction. Has a long power up time.

Centepede Visor: Detects all bands of the EM spectrum. Also has a active HUD for overall status, map and motion sensor.

High Frequency Communicator: Used to communicate with Shinzo and Brant. The former as it is the only direct line to him, no one besides Brant has this. For Brant, it's how they communicate, as they are often far apart.

Lux: A rechargeable energy broadsword Can be used even when powered off like a regular blade. Blade is a meter long and made of a special alloy.

Misc:

Zavid is from Zencrux, a planet with extreme gravity. He has denser bones and higher strength than normal humans. Zencrux' gravity is 26.48 m/s². Brandt has a six year old son, Leon who lives with his parents on Earth.

The X-Pendibles

Chrys cracks his neck. He'd wanted to see the man in red again after he'd mentioned that he was on a mission to save mutantkind, but from what he could sense about the man who seemed to be half metal, it wasn't a natural part of his body. And he seemed out of place, he could sense some kind of tearing around him. In fact, he could sense the tearing around the woman and the man in red as well... "Why do you feel weird. Its like the world around you seems to be... hurt. It's like the space you occupy isn't reacting well to your presence." Tilting his head he delved deeper into his senses, the air around him slowly enveloped in the grey field. To him, it felt like the space was trying to reject them, but wasn't strong enough to.

The X-Pendibles

Chrys packed up his stuff, and walked out. He let out a sigh when the door closed behind him. Being raise by a father who was in the military, he walked briskly and made his way to Xavier's study. He noted that the nosebleed had started and staunched it, grunting at the discomfort if it all.

'Hopefully we aren'tbeing sent on a mission like last tine... Though I do wonder what that guy said... I hope he's there. He talked a lot... But he was confident...' He arrived just after Bonny, arm scratching bis neck, and hilding the tissue to his nose with the other. Unconsciously he was dropping the used ones into the subspace and drawing new ones from the tissue box in there as well, perpetuating the nosebleed.

The X-Pendibles

Chrys looked up. "Uh... Seoul." He faintly remembered the city outside the base there. It was huge, spawling with buildings of all sizes and lots of lights. He was ten at the time, and it was the last place he went to before he got his limiter. That was done in Germany at some facility his dad knew about.

The X-Pendibles

Chrys tries to ignore the student's prodding. He did not want to do what they asked. He tried to focus on everything but them, and a soft him emenated from him as his power began to build. As the prodding increased he felt a small pop and the boy was encased in a field, muting him. He did not spot it at first, but when he sensed it, the bubble popped and released the boy.

"Damn it..." Chrys huddled into himself. He lost control. This power was something that seemed to have a mind of his own. If the student had been sent into that subspace.... No. He wouldn't let that happen. He focused even more on his work, doing his best to ignore the stares and murmurs.