Lurking Shadow

✣ Truly Damned ✣

Tentatively interested. I am always attracted to secret experiments whether implemented by the government or other parties.

@Allycatwould the pic have to be (and/or look like) anime? or would it be fine as long as it's not an actual photograph?

and does Spring Hill consist of just a building, or is it a small town (or other sizable community)? More specifically, I am wondering if Spring Hill might be in close proximity to any town/individual not part of the conspiracy.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

If nobody minds my two cents.

the Epic Games store lacks a good deal of all of the features I would like in a digital marketplace and, most importantly, does not have enough goodwill with me for me to make the effort of buying anything there.

There is also the small but important factor that upwards of 85% of the digital games I own for PC is on steam so why should I bother having yet another platform to store my credit card on? to store my data on?

Most of these free games I have seen so far were of little interest to me so that is not much of a selling point for me and several of these games that had the exclusivity deal, I was very interested in, but not interested in enough to buy it on that store. With that in mind, it seems less of simply them trying to compete with steam and more like they are trying to buy me into using their store. If I had a more positive bias towards them, I probably would not think that, but since they have no goodwill built up with me I tend to think more neutral or negative. That is the difference, Steam has built a lot of goodwill with the community to partially make up for its faults and problems whereas Epic Games has none or very little. Steam had to earn a lot of that goodwill, so does Epic if they want to compete. Right now, I do not think they are doing it the right way.

and lastly, I use Origin as well and have ~10% of my games there so I guess I respect EA more than Epic Games if that means anything.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Richard West

Location: The Compound

Looking for interactions

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The journey itself was uneventful. It was nothing more than a short walk before he found what he was looking for. A location tucked away in the corner as if to hide itself. Its only defining characteristic being a sign labeled Wit’s End, something which brought a chuckle to him… well it would if Richard had a mouth.

An interesting name, but one that holds many definitions. Is this the place to go when you want to leave your troubles behind? When your wit is at death’s door? Or was there someone with that name who met their end on or near this location? Or perhaps it is a warning of sorts? To leave your sense behind?

Whichever meaning was intended, it mattered little. Richard was looking for something to help break up the dull monotony he has been stuck in recently and he could almost sense something going on within this very location.

Making his way inside, he elected to tuck himself away in the corner and observe the dank den where people come to forget their problems. He was not entirely sure why he came here in the first place. It was not to drink, that’s a given. It was probably just a hope that something interesting would happen. Regardless, he was not one to make the first move, he preferred to react than to be proactive. Certainly, something would happen when one eventually notices him. He is sneaky, but not invisible, even in the poorly lit section. If nothing comes, maybe he’ll have to make the first move. Have to interact. He’s got a feeling something will happen, though it remains to be seen if it is because he acts or merely responds.

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Richard West

Location: The Compound

It was not too long before something did happen to Richard. From the edge of his shrouded senses he noticed a figure headed in his direction. The individual was a large man, though still a good couple feet below Richard, and from his gait also seemed to be drunk. This was an uncommon, but familiar experience for Richard. Richard, given his intimidating size and appearance, has the undeserved reputation of being someone you probably would not want to mess with. For the most part, he is fine with that and content with his solitude, but from time to time someone comes along and with the aid of alcohol, thinks it would be a good idea to try to take him on in order to prove their manliness or something along those lines. It usually is a guy, the guy is usually well built, and it usually ends badly for them. This time would prove no different.

Of course, Richard did not think this at first. His first clue given his unbalanced walk, nearly falling to the ground a few times. The second was he seemed to be heading straight for Richard.

“Oi it’s that faceless freak. Imma show him whose tough…” he slurred, almost tripping on his feet a few times as he headed towards Richard. “Then I’ll-hic- I’ll be th-hic- the one no one messes with.”

Nope, he is definitely wasted. Richard thought. I’ll try to dissuade him, though I am sure he will not relent, otherwise I’ll probably have to drop him a few stories before he gets the hint…

Richard stood up on his rear legs trying his best to emphasis the fact he had a good couple feet on the guy, sharp claws, and a barbed tail. And as expected, the drunkard did not think twice.

“Y’think you’re so tough? I’ll -hic- I’ll show you.” The drunk said before throwing a rather weak punch, not that Richard’s rubbery skin would have dulled the impact of the blunt force anyway.

I guess alcohol gives you the power of stupidity or something. I’ll carry him in the air a bit, hopefully it’ll scare him off me. Richard thought, waiting for the drunk to attempt another punch before sidestepping.

The drunkard, having little sense of balance, put to much force in the attack and promptly fell over from the momentum. Taking the opportunity, Richard dug the talons of his front paws into his clothes (trying to avoid injuring the man) and lifted him a few feet in the air before flapping his wings and going airborne following a small jump. To give some credit, the drunkard still futilely attempted to fight for the first 40 or so feet off the ground before realizing the gravity of his situation. It only took a moment for him to realize he was probably going to meet the more fatal part of the laws of physics before he started yelling expletives loudly and struggling. Normally Richard would tickle his victims with his barbed tail, but the drunkard was too inebriated to co-ordinate his resistance unless you counted F-bombs part of resisting something. After carrying him around for a minute or so, he unceremoniously dropped him a dozen feet on the roof of a nearby building before gliding down to the street in a slightly bitter mood.

The drunkard was unharmed aside from a few bruises and hopefully waited to sober up before attempting to find a way down from the building. If anything, Richard was left in a worse state with his wings aching in a not painful, but very uncomfortable way. It would be a few hours before the feeling subsided and why he prefers to not fly when possible (the exhaustion of even a brief flight was a side effect of his chip).

Wonder what is so great about alcohol if people are willing to put up with the stupid decisions that arise from intoxication. Maybe I should try it if I were to somehow able to absorb it through my skin. At the very least I could probably inject it directly into my blood.

Unsure of what to do next, he opted to find a bar. Though not for somehow finding a way to get drunk himself, he was more hoping to get some insight into why alcohol makes people think starting a fight with him would be a fun time when everybody previously ends up stuck on roofs, trees, and other high places and with a hangover. At the very least, He will probably see some interesting characters.

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Richard West

Location: The Compound

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The day started with a somber tone for Richard. Not for any particular even that happened but more of a mood that comes and goes from time to time. With little to do, he often elected to think philosophically about the situation. This could vary from the grandiose ‘What is the purpose of life?’ to ‘Why are things the way they are?’ with many topics in between. Currently he was having a bit of an existential crisis. What is the meaning of his life? It is simple to think of the purpose of life in general as, in a sense, one removes themselves from it. It is thinking that applies to everyone. But when one thinks of their self, the connotations can get more frightening.

Does his life have no purpose, and by some random chance his life had to have this condition? Was his life merely a game of chance, one that he lost (or won, depending on the perspective). It is quite depressing to think that because of this unlucky hand he was dealt, he is in his present circumstance. Confined away from a society that hates him merely because he exists.

Or is there a purpose to this madness? Is there some forgotten prophecy of old that he is somehow meant to fulfill? Was this all designed by some unseen hand? If this is his fate, can he defy it? Or is he only able to succumb to it. If life is a play, is he the actor that plays the role that is assigned to him or is he the writer that can alter the story?

All those prospects were equally unnerving to him, though others might have a favorite. As much as he enjoys philosophy, this topic tends to leave a feeling of hopelessness and despair. Looking for an exit, he decided to head for the plaza. It is a sunny day, and he woke up in his usual cold, cramped ‘room’ (which was more like a closet given his size than a living space). There are a few places he likes to bask in the sun and do a little more thinking. After a short saunter to the plaza, he found one such spot in full view of the sun, near the center. Flanked on one side with a short two foot wall, and a large indention in the stonework big enough for his body. After a brief stretch, he lied down like a cat would when taking in the sun’s warmth. Except this cat would be much, much bigger than you and could probably rip your face off in one swipe.

Given that appearance, most people tended to avoid him, walking around if he was near rather than risking a collision with his path. Despite probably just about everybody in the area at the very least knowing of him, few bother to interact with him. Maybe it’s just his monstrous appearance, or maybe it’s that he appears to lack any way to talk that deters people. Most people were oblivious to the fact that he actual could communicate (after all, physical contact is an action most would rather avoid with him), something that spooked just about every peacekeeper he ‘talked’ to resulting in multiple accidents.

Satisfied with his position curled into a semi sphere and with the sun on his back, he turned his thoughts to something a little more upbeat. Focusing his vision on the crowd around him (though with little movement of his head), he wondered what everyone else was doing. They all probably have stories of their own. Some of them were probably content with the life they had, others no doubt still harbored the same malice over the last 13 years. And there were doubtless more in between who did not care anymore or had little hope beyond just living. Some of them hurried along their path, others took it slow, and there were even a few who clearly were trying not to draw attention to themselves. Before letting his mind wander, he wondered if anyone would try to talk with him today? Probably not, but who knows. Maybe today is the day something interesting happens. Perhaps there is still more to add to his own story.

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Richard West

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Name: Richard 'The Night-Gaunt' West

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Largely resembling a humanoid bat-like creature with a long-barbed tail, curved horns, and bearing a head without any sort of face (indeed lacking an orifice of any sort on its body). his body overshadows the average man standing at nearly 12 feet (roughly 3.66m) (in a bipedal stature) and a wingspan of nearly 15 feet (roughly 4.6m). his whale like skin is slippery with an oily substance coating it, despite its slipperiness it can still grip onto things well. The entire body is so black as if to swallow the light. he walks on four (and sometimes two) digitigrade clawed paws, though prefers to fly with its membranous wings. he lacks any sort of eyes, ears, or nose, or any other sort of visible orifice/sensory organ.

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“Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings,
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
They come in legions on the north wind’s swell,
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well.

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But oh! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!”

- H. P. Lovecraft “Fungi from Yuggoth” (1943)

"But Carter preferred to look at them than at his captors, which were indeed shocking and uncouth black things with smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward each other, bat wings whose beating made no sound, ugly prehensile paws, and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly. And worst of all, they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts."

- H. P. lovecraft “The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath” (1943)

Abilities:

Major

Absolute Silence: Richard is simply, incapable of making any sort of sound. There are no orifices for sound to come from within and thus cannot cry out in pain, discomfort, or communicate in any verbal way. In addition, his wings flap silently in all conditions and walking on foot produces no sound as well. Even on normally loud surfaces such as fresh snow or leaves.

Extrasensory Perception: Even without a nose, eyes, ears, or any other perceptible sensory organ, they are still able to detect living creatures with great accuracy in their near vicinity. Anything that would normally impair visibility such as heavy rain or darkness seems to have little, if any, effect on his ability to sense the environment as well as creatures around him. He can ‘see’ the terrain and objects as far as a normal human can with detail being lost the further away something is from him. However, heavy rain, fog, darkness, and other similar conditions prove no impairment. In addition, he can sense living creatures within 10 yards of him (9.14m). He can also ‘hear’ conversations at about the same range. He normally cannot determine any difference between other creatures he detects (except general size and shape), but with repeated exposure can eventually recognize specific creatures and individuals from others. This ability to detect creatures is mitigated by barriers to different degrees depending on the type of barrier. Solid barriers such as concrete or thick metal can almost completely negate this sense. With the inhibitor, he can see no more than 30 yards (27.43m). Sensing little detail apart from a thick fog past that. He also has difficulty sensing creatures past 5 yards (4.57m).

Minor

Flight: Having functional wings he is able to fly great distances before needing to rest, even if carrying a few passengers. he is capable of reaching speeds upwards of 80mph (roughly 129kmh) for short distances but otherwise travels around 40mph (roughly 65kmh) With the inhibitor, however, he often feels exhausted when trying to fly. In a pinch he can fly, but not very far and it is too uncomfortable for him to do this regularly.

Dexterous barbed tail: Richard has an extremely sharp tipped tail that is capable of piercing through thin metal much less flesh and bone. However, it is coordinated enough to harmlessly tickle victims so as to distract them or prevent them from struggling as he carries them through the air. The Tail can snake up through holes and openings as well as the interstices of metal armor. Richard however prefers to not to use this offensively. Even defensively, he prefers to incapacitate them by tickling than to kill them by slicing or piercing through flesh.

Greater strength and durability: Richard has greater strength and durability than the average human. He can easily carry two humans of average size and fly just as effortlessly. He cannot, however, lift something as heavy as a car. his oily whale-like skin is capable of resisting small arms fire as well as blunt attacks. He can also heal relatively fast from wounds and even regenerate limbs in as quick as a few weeks. He is by no means invulnerable though, and really only needs a little more effort than the average human to kill.

Self-Sustenance: Fortunately for someone lacking a mouth, Richard has no need to eat and never feels hungry. He still can suffer from fatigue and requires rest, but he gets his energy somehow without needing to absorb nutrients or vitamins from eating and digesting.

Telepathy : Richard is capable of mentally communicating with those in his near vicinity. With physical contact he can read and send thoughts between himself and those that are physically touching them (Soft material like cloth or cotton does not impede this, but harder material like metal will).

Skills: Richard is practically a ghost, as far as people are concerned, when it comes to sneaking around. Most people rely on both sight and sound to find that which likes to remain unseen, but what happens if that thing makes no sound? And what if, under the cover of darkness, it is practically invisible as well? Under optimal conditions, Richard can be a very hard man to find.
With his unnatural senses, he is also adept at tracking and hunting.
Lastly, due to his lack of… well, capacity to make any sound, never mind a voice, he has learned some alternative methods of communication such as ESL, Braille, and interestingly enough, Semaphore.

Equipment: Nothing. Though his physical shell may be restricted, he is free to wander the blank canvas that is his thoughts. Preferring to be a bit philosophical in his free time, his mind requires no tools or equipment but the ability and willingness to think.

Biography: Richard’s troubles began at birth. Right away people could tell he was different, being born without a face and a black rubbery skin. But otherwise normal. It was quite a mystery as his parents were normal humans with no fantastical trait whatsoever. It would not be far off the mark to say Richard had a strained relationship with his parents that only became harder and harder to maintain as he slowly became less and less human as he aged. By one his tailbone began to extend slowly as his hands morphed into paws bearing claws. By three he sprouted horns. By five he adopted a quadrupedal stance. By seven, his wings fully formed and he neared the end of his metamorphosis, but began to grow larger at a greater rate. Eventually reaching his current height at around 19 years of age.

Given his barely human appearance he led a very abnormal life, even before the Black Sabbath. His parents were distant, he had few friends to share memories with (and even those that were his ‘friends’ were not very close with him) and often spent his time alone being largely shunned by society. But In spite of this, he was a pretty nice guy. He was patient, often forgave those that bothered him and rarely acted in anger. He disliked confrontation, and was friendly to those around him. He felt upset or angry from time to time, but usually he is able to bottle this emotion before he acts upon it.

Little of this changed through the years, even after that dark day. Even after Society declared him a threat. Even as his ‘friends’ left him. Even as his family disowned him. In the end, all he had was himself. When he was forced to dwell in the compounds, he left his past behind him. Only holding on to his name, though he preferred to by referred by his nickname ‘Night-Gaunt’. Something he was called once, and he took a liking to it. A beastly name for someone who barely resembles a human. It seemed like a good fit to him.

Though he lost his physical freedom, at least his mind could wander. Though his body was confined, his thoughts were free. And in this small freedom he finds contentment. In this contentment he finds peace. In this peace, he can quell his anger. For even the kindest of souls can explode in a violent fury. And his anger is something he did not like. The last time he felt it, he suppressed it. Bottling the feeling deep within himself. Hoping it would never surface again. It is said that wise men only fear three things. The sea in a storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. Though I suppose, in this case, it would be the anger of a gentle beast.

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@Lurking Shadow
I've looked him over and everything seems to check out. I did have some concerns about the number of powers, though I never set a specific limit and you've balanced them out quite well in any case. All in all, I'd say he's good to go! Move him on over to the character's tab.

@ZAVAZggg

I wrote him around only having two 'significant' powers, being his queer ability to 'see' lacking any sort of visible sensory organ, and the absolute lack of sound he makes. When it comes to the wings and tail, those are natural methods of moving or manipulating the environment from a clear source and can thus be 'nullified' by damaging the relevant areas of the body. As far as the strength and durability, it is not as powerful as someone who's main draw is superstrength or invulnerability, but still notable enough that I thought to include it (I mean, something twice as big as the average human can probably lift more than the average human). As for telepathy, that is simply to have a way of holding a conversation since he has no voice with which to speak normally and I feel it would be both difficult and time consuming if every conversation this char had with someone was a game of charades (and trying to keep this as only a 'minor' power, I elected to make it require physical contact). Lastly for self-sustenance, it only covers having energy to use despite not having (nor being able to lacking a mouth) to consume nutrients, vitamins, and such like animals normally do. This one I pondered about a little of how 'strong' or 'weak' this should be. what does it cover, and what limitations it has. Ultimately, it simply means he does not have to eat. He still would still suffer from fatigue, and need to sleep like others. This character is inspired by the Night-Gaunts of the Cthulhu Mythos (The idea for this character being 'what if a human, but trapped in the body of a monster?') and supposedly they did have a method of feeding, somehow, from a certain entity, but it is never really explained and often left as a part of the fear factor of this creature(how does a thing that cannot eat, live? exist?). I eventually decided that it would be a lot of extra effort to explain something that I do not think really builds up the character in any significant way so I elected to weasel my way out of this one.

That is my line of thinking about this. I see him as only having two, maybe three 'significant' or notable powers with a couple more minor or supportive powers. Hope you see my way of thinking when I wrote it out and I think I might re-arrange it a bit to have a 'major' and 'minor' power section or something similar. I still have a little bit of formatting, maybe add in some flavor text, (probably even think of some gear he would have) I want to do to make it a little cleaner before I post it in CS, which I will do later today when I get back from my classes.

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@ZAVAZggg

Got it done. Let me know of any questions or if things need to be changed.

Richard West

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Name: Richard 'The Night-Gaunt' West

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Largely resembling a humanoid bat-like creature with a long-barbed tail, curved horns, and bearing a head without any sort of face (indeed lacking an orifice of any sort on its body). his body overshadows the average man standing at nearly 12 feet (roughly 3.66m) (in a bipedal stature) and a wingspan of nearly 15 feet (roughly 4.6m). his whale like skin is slippery with an oily substance coating it, despite its slipperiness it can still grip onto things well. The entire body is so black as if to swallow the light. he walks on four (and sometimes two) digitigrade clawed paws, though prefers to fly with its membranous wings. he lacks any sort of eyes, ears, or nose, or any other sort of visible orifice/sensory organ.

Abilities: Flight: Having functional wings he is able to fly great distances before needing to rest, even if carrying a few passengers. he is capable of reaching speeds upwards of 80mph (roughly 129kmh) for short distances but otherwise travels around 40mph (roughly 65kmh) With the inhibitor, however, he often feels exhausted when trying to fly. In a pinch he can fly, but not very far and it is too uncomfortable for him to do this regularly.

Dexterous barbed tail: Richard has an extremely sharp tipped tail that is capable of piercing through thin metal much less flesh and bone. However, it is coordinated enough to harmlessly tickle victims so as to distract them or prevent them from struggling as he carries them through the air. The Tail can snake up through holes and openings as well as the interstices of metal armor. Richard however prefers to not to use this offensively. Even defensively, he prefers to incapacitate them by tickling than to kill them by slicing or piercing through flesh.

Greater strength and durability: Richard has greater strength and durability than the average human. He can easily carry two humans of average size and fly just as effortlessly. He cannot, however, lift something as heavy as a car. his oily whale-like skin is capable of resisting small arms fire as well as blunt attacks. He can also heal relatively fast from wounds and even regenerate limbs in as quick as a few weeks. He is by no means invulnerable though, and really only needs a little more effort than the average human to kill.

Absolute Silence: Richard is simply, incapable of making any sort of sound. There are no orifices for sound to come from within and thus cannot cry out in pain, discomfort, or communicate in any verbal way. In addition, his wings flap silently in all conditions and walking on foot produces no sound as well. Even on normally loud surfaces such as fresh snow or leaves.

Extrasensory Perception: Even without a nose, eyes, ears, or any other perceptible sensory organ, they are still able to detect living creatures with great accuracy in their near vicinity. Anything that would normally impair visibility such as heavy rain or darkness seems to have little, if any, effect on his ability to sense the environment as well as creatures around him. He can ‘see’ the terrain and objects as far as a normal human can with detail being lost the further away something is from him. However, heavy rain, fog, darkness, and other similar conditions prove no impairment. In addition, he can sense living creatures within 10 yards of him (9.14m). He can also ‘hear’ conversations at about the same range. He normally can not determine any difference between other creatures he detects (except general size and shape), but with repeated exposure can eventually recognize specific creatures and individuals from others. This ability to detect creatures is mitigated by barriers to different degrees depending on the type of barrier. Solid barriers such as concrete or thick metal can almost completely negate this sense. With the inhibitor, he can see no more than 30 yards (27.43m). Sensing little detail apart from a thick fog past that. He also has difficulty sensing creatures past 5 yards (4.57m).

Self-Sustenance: Fortunately for someone lacking a mouth, Richard has no need to eat and never feels hungry.

Telepathy : Richard is capable of mentally communicating with those in his near vicinity. With physical contact he can read and send thoughts between himself and those that are physically touching them (Soft material like cloth or cotton does not impede this, but harder material like metal will).

Skills: Richard is quite skilled at being stealthy and hunting. He knows some non-verbal communications such as Braille, and ESL.

Equipment: None (at the moment)

Biography: Richard’s troubles began at birth. Right away people could tell he was different, being born without a face and a black rubbery skin. But otherwise normal. It was quite a mystery as his parents were normal humans with no fantastical trait whatsoever. It would not be far off the mark to say Richard had a strained relationship with his parents that only became harder and harder to maintain as he slowly became less and less human as he aged. By one his tailbone began to extend slowly as his hands morphed into paws bearing claws. By three he sprouted horns. By five he adopted a quadrupedal stance. By seven, his wings fully formed and he neared the end of his metamorphosis, but began to grow larger at a greater rate. Eventually reaching his current height at around 19 years of age.

Given his barely human appearance he led a very abnormal life, even before the Black Sabbath. His parents were distant, he had few friends to share memories with (and even those that were his ‘friends’ were not very close with him) and often spent his time alone being largely shunned by society. But In spite of this, he was a pretty nice guy. He was patient, often forgave those that bothered him and rarely acted in anger. He disliked confrontation, and was friendly to those around him. He felt upset or angry from time to time, but usually he is able to bottle this emotion before he acts upon it.

Little of this changed through the years, even after that dark day. Even after Society declared him a threat. Even as his ‘friends’ left him. Even as his family disowned him. In the end, all he had was himself. When he was forced to dwell in the compounds, he left his past behind him. Only holding on to his name, though he preferred to by referred by his nickname ‘Night-Gaunt’. Something he was called once, and he took a liking to it. A beastly name for someone who barely resembles a human. It seemed like a good fit to him.

Though he lost his physical freedom, at least his mind could wander. Though his body was confined, his thoughts were free. And in this small freedom he finds contentment. In this contentment he finds peace. In this peace, he can quell his anger. For even the kindest of souls can explode in a violent fury. And his anger is something he did not like. The last time he felt it, he suppressed it. Bottling the feeling deep within himself. Hoping it would never surface again. It is said that wise men only fear three things. The sea in a storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. Though I suppose, in this case, it would be the anger of a gentle beast.

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<Snipped quote by Lurking Shadow>

Ah, okay. Carry on then. Although I do have a question. Are there more Devo's with the same physical deviancy as your character or is he/she the only one?

@ZAVAZggg

Well, I imagine that since this whole thing comes from a mutated gene it stands to reason that a similar, if not the same, sort of physical traits might appear on another is probable. But extremely unlikely.

I currently do not intend for him to have previously, nor come to encounter with the same traits as him.

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@ZAVAZggg

All it really has as far as stealth is that it makes no noise. Can still be detected visually (I imagine something nearly twice as big as a man is hard to not notice in most conditions), still produces body heat so it can be 'seen' by thermal detection, still leaves tracks etc.

Since I'll be adapting from an older CS, It should not take me too long to remove and add relevant information.