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Jack looked at the girl that had coming running to then noise, and he thought, Well..fuck. Alyx, a small girl compared to his stature, was considered by some to be the group's leaders. He wasn't really well acquainted with her. They've had only had a few conversations before, and those were mostly about his past. She made sure that Jack knew he wasn't going to be doing that kind of stuff anymore. Not while he was a member of her group. He did, however, know that she was a lightning user. A deadly power if used by the right person. The thought brought Jack back to his past, he had fought a lightning user once. Nearly cost him his life. Alyx was different than that person though; certainly not as kill-happy as he was.

Alyx was tense when she got on scene. Her were scanning the forest for potential threats. Jack could tell her mind was racing through every possibility. "What happened?" The question came quickly, he could tell she was anticipating a fight.

"Relax, Boss. Just another bad dream." He tried to give a reassuring smile, but it came out crooked and awkward. He stood and stretched his body, seeming like a tower compared to her. That is, until he was done stretching and his back was hunched over again - eye level now. "Got any ideas for where we're going now?" He asked, trying to change the subject. "I like the wilderness and all, but sleeping in the rain sucks." He semi-joked while looking up at the dark clouds.

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There was silence, complete and utter silence. It was unnerving, normally Jack could hear everything. Even a cat's lights steps didn't escape his ears, his heightened sense of hearing never missed a beat. It was always like this though, the quiet brief moments before a battle. Each side waiting for the first shot to be fired. Even the animals seemed quiet, as if they knew what was about to go down.

Jack found himself on a large battlefield. More of a city really. Massive buildings, large empty streets save for a few overturned cars, it all made him feel very small; despite the probability that he was the largest man there.

On one side were his "allies", a group of raiders. Renegades, mutants, monsters, those were just a few of the names people had called them. Jack didn't care about any of that, it was all the same to him. The only thing that mattered were supplies. He didn't care what he had to do, surviving is what's important. And if that meant killing another man to do it, he was prepared for the consequences. On the other side were "normal" people. Humans born without any sort of ability. They considered themselves to be of a higher standard. Pure, not corrupted like him. Jack didn't care about that though. As far as he was concerned they were just a means to an end. That "end" being supplies.

Suddenly his silence was broken. There was a scraping noise a few meters away from him, across the street. It was his ally Jack knew the sound all too well. He was slowly grinding his heel in the ground, creating friction. That same friction was going to be the conduit to his ability. The faster he scrapped, the hotter it would get. Soon he would send a large fireball at the enemy. Jack had seen it happen before. "It's quite the show," He often remarked. Nearly everything erupts in searing flames. It would create a panic among them, then Jack and his allies would rush in for the kill. It was a simple strategy, one that they used often. However not everything always goes to plan. This was one of that times. There was an ear shattering crack and immediate pain in his left shoulder.

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Jack awoke in a frenzy and found his right fist embedded deep in a tree. "Another dream," he sighed and pulled his hand out. He rubbed his knuckles casually. He always found it amazing that no matter how hard he hit something, he always came out unscratched. And yet, he touched the circular scar on his shoulder, even he wasn't indestructible. The scar hurt, no doubt the result of the dream. It was in that particular battle that he received it - a bullet. Like his fist in the tree, he had begun that battle with a bullet embedded deep in him. Of course that was a life time ago. He lives a much "cleaner" life now. Now he scavenges for supplies, rather than killing for them.

"Ah fuck." He looked at the hole in the tree. Wood splintering was quite loud a thing, and he was sure that someone in the group would have heard it. It's not that he was a loner, but he didn't like talking to them. It was obvious that some of them, if not most of them, didn't like him. Riddled with ugly scars, he wasn't the nicest thing to look at while talking to.

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Sorry, I got busy. Working on a reply now.

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Alrighty. I'll try to get a post in before I go to bed. If not I'll do it when I wake up.

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Are the characters all part of a group already, or are they going to meet up?

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Awesome!

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Went ahead and made a character. Got bored waiting.

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Name: Jack Simmy

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Power: Heightened physical attributes

• Power description: The ability causes the user to have extraordinary reflexes, as well as inhuman strength, and extraordinary speed. It should be noted, however, that his strength is not that of the Hulk, and his speed does not rival Flash’s. He’s merely stronger and faster than the average human, and he’s able to process what’s happening around him at a much faster pace. What I’m trying to say is: He can’t throw a car, and he can’t catch a bullet. But he can keep pace with a car, and he can smash you into the ground before you fire that bullet.

Appearance: He may only be 24 years old, but a crap filled world changes you. What was once a young handsome individual, has turned into something completely different. Standing at 6’3 Jack is quite the fright. Even considered a monster by some. His used to be tan and smooth skin, is now pale and rough. Covered in scars his bodies tells many tales; each and every scar has its own story if you ask him. Because of all of his injuries, Jack’s body looks more animal than man. When he is standing up, his back is hunched, and he walks like a limp. Considering his height, and how quickly it moves, it can provoke quite the panic when he rushes his enemies - a hunched man limping at you with unnatural speed.

Jack has no hair on his head, he keeps it completely shaved. If he were to try and grow hair, it would probably grow back in patches. The scars on his body are deep and hair doesn’t grow over them.

Jack’s got quite the distinguishable face. Like the rest of his body its got scars in all the right places, thanks to countless battles. His nose is crooked, a result of many breaks. His green eyes almost seem vacant these days, like he isn’t even paying attention. Don’t let that fool you though, when shit hits the fan, he will grasp the entire situation before anyone else; thanks to his ability of course. His most notable scar runs from beneath his left eye, down and over his mouth, and ends at the point of his jaw.

Other: Nothing I can think of.

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Spots still open for this?

I haven't roleplayed in a very long time - wanna get back into it.

This war of ours.

Quick question. How long has the war been going on?