Mogwar

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Abraham couldn't help but be surprised when no fewer than six Daybreakers gathered in but a few moments. At first this gave him some pause. If someone believed this many Daybreakers were necessary, what exactly were they about to face? Logic, however, soon overshadowed these thoughts. Those gathered had arrived within moments of each other, so they were all in Bosesa to begin with. It was probably nothing more than a lucky coincidence that a force of this size could be mustered, and the call would have gone out to them regardless. Besides, it may not have even been the Council who ordered this mission. Some scavenger teams were equipped with transceivers, so it was very possible this was a distress call directly from those in danger.

Looking over the rag tag group of warriors, Abraham was again reminded of just how different most Daybreakers were from the rest of society. Their eccentric clothing, brazen attitudes, and air of confidence was such a stark contrast to the drones who milled about in these dark anthills. One of their number almost immediately took off for the surface, not waiting for the others. Abraham couldn't fault her, since they had dawdled far too long. A particularly smug sounding girl quickly followed.

"I believe our compatriots have the right idea." Abraham said to the remaining three. "I wish we had more time for introductions, but every second spent below ground people could be dying on the surface." At the thought, Abraham's countenance shifted, becoming harder, angrier. "There will almost certainly be Tyrants above. With this many Daybreakers, we will crush them underfoot." Abraham turned in the direction of the two who had already departed, and began to run after them, up to the surface.

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It was fortuitous that Abraham had been on mere minutes away from Bosesa when his transceiver activated, spelling out in morse code the two digit identifier for the little town. He had just come from a nearby Lastlight, having responded to Scavenger rumors of a Tyrant roaming the surface uncomfortably close to the hidden city. It had turned out to be a false alarm. A group of rogue Scavengers had been pillaging the area without Council authorization. Such activity so close to one of the greatest havens humans had left was very strictly monitored, as a slip in security could result in a Tyrant discovering the location of one of the Lastlights.

Though Abraham had been the one to discover the scoundrels, he was not the one to exact justice upon them. Some Daybreakers might dabble in peacekeeping from time to time, but Abraham's emotions were conflicted on this matter. He may indeed have been able to capture the rogues without killing them, but there was no guarantee. Even if he had managed to round them all up himself and drag them kicking and screaming back to the Lastlight, Abraham knew their punishment would be death. In the end, he simply reported on his findings to the authorities of the Lastlight and left them to deal with rogues. Abraham did not believe he had the right to enact justice upon humans. Hell, he was barely human himself anymore. Still, the rogues would likely be dead in a day's time. It was only the smallest of consolations that their blood would not be on his hands directly. He expected he'd see their faces again soon.

Abraham was ushered through the gates of Bosesa with great haste by the guards stationed there after he identified himself as a Daybreaker. It seemed word of trouble had traveled fast as a guard informed him that he heard tell of other Daybreakers already in the small settlement. He spent little time dawdling, stopping only to fill a canteen with cool, fresh-tasting water. Every time Abraham passed through Bosesa, he made a point to take some of the well water with him. Its taste always reminded him of days long past, and a well in a small city not unlike Bosesa...

There was little time for reminiscing. There was trouble afoot, and every moment he spent idle could be a life lost under the light of the Scarlet Moon. He strode through the town with purpose, straight to the center, where he knew other Daybreakers, if there were any others here, would congregate. They would not wait for long, but only the most prideful or powerful Daybreakers would completely forgo assistance when it was available. The more force they could bring to bear upon the monsters of the surface, the better.

Daybreakers were not difficult to identify if you knew what to look for. To Abraham's eyes, they almost radiated their individuality. Though he dearly loved humanity, Abraham could not help but think that the average human bore more resemblance to a dull grey automaton who simply acted out the motions of life. A Daybreaker, on the other hand, had a sort of spark to them. A little wonder, a little hope, and a little insanity wrapped up in a familiar package. They were more like children who had yet to be broken by the weight of the world. Dangerous, unstable, monster killing children.

The two Daybreakers he found looked young. Too young, he thought, to have to bear the burden of this tortured existence. Perhaps that was just the bias of an old man. Besides, one could never tell how old one of his kind truly were. It was entirely possible one of these "children" was older than himself. He was almost sure the younger looking of the two was male, but it was a little hard to tell. It hardly mattered, though. The other was quite obviously female, with dark hair and a patch over one eye. He hadn't met either of them before, but that wasn't uncommon. Abraham approached the two and introduced himself, his tone all business, "I am Abraham Blaser. Do either of you have any amplifying information about what is going on here?" He trusted that the two could readily identify him as one of their own, if not by intuition, than by the context of his question and transceiver hanging from his dusty black overcoat.

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Starting work on my IC, just so you know I'm here. ;)

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Abraham

"Fear has been the only constant of my long life. Fear of discovery. Fear of death. Fear of the Scarlet Moon. Fear of Tyrants. In ancient times there was a saying: 'There is nothing to fear but fear itself.' Heed this, Tyrants, for I will become fear."
Abraham "Abe" Blaser
Epitaph: "I am Fear Itself"

The thing Abe desires most in this world is to look into the eyes of a Tyrant and see true fear like they themselves inspire in man.

It is rare, outside of the Lastlights, to see a man as old as I. Perhaps I should be grateful I have lived this long. I have seen so many places, met so many wonderful people. Yet I have seen those places burn; witnessed those wonderful people die helpless. I have never thought of giving up life, but I have met so many who have. Shells of humans who exist solely because they know not what else to do. I cannot help but be affected by the depths of despair I see each time I look into the eyes of a starving child, or hear the manic screams of a mother whose children have perished. It is no blessing to have lived this long. I have seen more pain, more fear, more horror than most men... but I have also seen beauty. Families smiling together in their underground homes. Children laughing and playing in the streets of humanity's subterranean shelters. These things are the reason I persist. If I can allow for more good in the world; if my actions can result in a few more moments of happiness for someone, somewhere, then the pain of this long life will have been worth it.

As I gaze out upon this ruined world, at the Tyrant laying waste to the remnants of a great city where families once lived and children once played, I feel a twinge of pity. For the long dead denizens of the metropolis, yes, but also for the unnatural beast thrashing and convulsing in the distance unaware of my presence. It has only known anger and destruction in its immortal life, and I cannot show it love or compassion, for it is too alien to understand these things. I must introduce it to something more familiar, more like the feelings it is accustomed to inspiring in others. Soon it will know me, for I am fear itself.

-From the Journal of Abraham Blaser, Daybreaker

Etragen

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That is what I expected.

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@Mogwar
Is that because it's summer break? Or because work is chill for you now?

@ERode

Because my work has settled down. Previously, my work schedule was more chaotic but it is perfectly predictable now. It will stay this way for at least the rest of the year.

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@Mogwar
Pretty interesting CS. Didn't think someone would have pulled out the badass old man card. I am sorta concerned regarding how active you are as an RPer though. What exactly's going on with your schedule, if you don't mind me asking?

@ERode

Definitely a fair concern, given my posting history in the past. I currently have nothing going on that should interfere with my ability to post regularly.

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Abraham

"Fear has been the only constant of my long life. Fear of discovery. Fear of death. Fear of the Scarlet Moon. Fear of Tyrants. In ancient times there was a saying: 'There is nothing to fear but fear itself.' Heed this, Tyrants, for I will become fear."
Abraham "Abe" Blaser
Epitaph: "I am Fear Itself"

The thing Abe desires most in this world is to look into the eyes of a Tyrant and see true fear like they themselves inspire in man.

It is rare, outside of the Lastlights, to see a man as old as I. Perhaps I should be grateful I have lived this long. I have seen so many places, met so many wonderful people. Yet I have seen those places burn; witnessed those wonderful people die helpless. I have never thought of giving up life, but I have met so many who have. Shells of humans who exist solely because they know not what else to do. I cannot help but be affected by the depths of despair I see each time I look into the eyes of a starving child, or hear the manic screams of a mother whose children have perished. It is no blessing to have lived this long. I have seen more pain, more fear, more horror than most men... but I have also seen beauty. Families smiling together in their underground homes. Children laughing and playing in the streets of humanity's subterranean shelters. These things are the reason I persist. If I can allow for more good in the world; if my actions can result in a few more moments of happiness for someone, somewhere, then the pain of this long life will have been worth it.

As I gaze out upon this ruined world, at the Tyrant laying waste to the remnants of a great city where families once lived and children once played, I feel a twinge of pity. For the long dead denizens of the metropolis, yes, but also for the unnatural beast thrashing and convulsing in the distance unaware of my presence. It has only known anger and destruction in its immortal life, and I cannot show it love or compassion, for it is too alien to understand these things. I must introduce it to something more familiar, more like the feelings it is accustomed to inspiring in others. Soon it will know me, for I am fear itself.

-From the Journal of Abraham Blaser, Daybreaker

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Interested in joining. Sending in powers for review.

You want to join! (Psychic/magical abilities/modern setting.)

I haven't heard anything from the OP. I agreed to co-GM, but all I've done so far is submit a CS with no word back.