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The Red Hoods: Initiates

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X-Men: The New Era

Drake “D” Edwards

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Interaction/Mentions: @Almalthia@c3p-0h@webboysurf@Damo021 | Location: Avalon

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Drake went to reach, went to grab for Aya's hand to push it out of the way, but his reaction was too slow. Before fingers could make it to her arm, she had touched the creature. In an instant, the situation had changed completely. The beast was gone and Aya collapsed. Drake dropped the table and all of the fires immediately extinguished as he moved himself to Aya, looking down upon her with concern and confusion.

"What happened," he asked, his voice small and likely out of everyone's earshot. She appeared to be breathing. That much was good. He finally forced himself to look up, his eyes settling on Nik. "What the fuck happened?!" He shouted, his voice a little more manic now. He glanced at Cleo as if she might have the answer he sought, but it was not forthcoming. His adrenaline was climbing again, moving the see-saw of intoxication in the opposite direction. His mostly red eyes glimmered, flashing the rage being caged behind the windows to his soul. He looked back down to Aya and carefully picked her up, letting his hands turtle into his long sleeves to avoid direct contact. He knew the risks firsthand.

"Nocturne," he said sternly, repeating the name Aya had uttered before the incident. His mind was still foggy, but Aya put herself in harm's way to buy them an opening, to point them in the right direction. Drake aimed to make sure that wasn't in vain. I'll scorch them all, he thought, his temper beginning to take over. There will be a boiling trail of blood in my wake. He began walking toward one of Avalon's exits. "Who's got wheels?"

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Dropping due to time constraints. Thanks for the opportunity!

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

I assume when everyone has performed their "Night Action"

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Heads up: Main mission starts this Saturday. If you're not on the train, it's leavin without ya!

The Umbrella Academy: Hunt for the 36

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| R E N O V A L E N T I N E | | 3 0 ? | | M A L E | | H E T E R O S E X U A L |
| S U B J E C T # 1 3 |

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Bearded face, long brown hair, physically fit, athletic build. Stands 6'1" tall. Usually in dark casual clothes.

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Reno is sarcastic most of the time, but very goal driven and likes to have a laugh and a drink. He's got a habit of smoking cigarettes and is fiercely loyal to anyone who proves they have his back. When sobriety has left him, he can be a bit confrontational.


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When Reno was a child, he was raised among riff raff. His mother left him among the homeless on the day he was conceived and birthed and the scum of society collectively raised him as their own. They taught him the value of street smarts and the con game. Utilizing Reno's visual abilities, some of the seedy individuals who helped raise him would often exploit his powers to play "Guess the card" games or "which cup is the ball hidden under" schemes. Reno was taught many dirty tricks.

Once he was old enough to get out on his own, he started making a living as a private eye (see what I did there?!), being hired by several clients with different backgrounds to perform an assortment of tasks. Some may just be looking for proof that their ex is cheating on them while others have more serious matters to attend to, such as a missing person who the proper authorities have given up searching for.

All the while, having been brought up on a dog eat dog world before graduating to private investigations, Reno has constantly been improving his body and honing his abilities. As he stands now, he is in peak physical condition and with the help of his special eyes, he is a force to be reckoned with.


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Supernatural Eyesight

Reno's eyes can morph and change to perform a variety of feats. Night vision, telescopic vision, X-Ray vision, the ability to see temperature and more. His eyes are windows to a lot of possibilities. This power also aids in his ability to aim projectiles and bullets.

Peak Human Condition

Not a superpower, but Reno keeps himself is great physical condition, exercising regularly as per routine as well as getting a workout while on the clock with people of foul intent

Advanced Reflexes

With his eyesight being what it is, Reno has learned to use his ocular superiority and react accordingly. At his most impressive, Reno may see a single bullet coming his way and be able to successfully dodge it before it hits its intended target.

The Umbrella Academy: Hunt for the 36

I'm interested. Will submit a CS shortly. Are you going to do a discord?

I notice you have an "Age" field, but we all have to be the same age, don't we (30 years old?)

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Draven Stagnum

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Location: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase

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"Now, Draven, if you are stopped in the street by a gang of thugs with muscles and weapons and the like, and they demand you give them your coin, what do you do?" The mage trainer, Jennea, looked at her pupil thoughtfully, trying to read his thoughts on the matter. Draven squinted, sensing that there was a catch to this scenario. Nevertheless, he went with his gut.

"I'd take them all down," he said plainly as a matter of fact.

"Draven, that's foolish," Jennea scolded. "You're one person against heavy odds. At your skill level, trying to take down that many criminals at once would be inconceivable. You've got to think smarter. Don't go running head first into the impossible." Draven looked at her with a crooked grin.

"It's only impossible if you decide you can't do it."

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Draven looked at this new image of a being, a person of tall stature clad in red. He heard fables of this sort of thing; Dragons taking on humanoid forms. He regarded every inch of this creature with scrupulous visual investigation. It was amazing to behold.

"Answer you these questions, two, eh?" Draven moved a bit to his left, attempting to look at the being from a different angle. "I'll do the easy one first. I'm called Draven." He felt its power emanating from it. It was a different signature, a different flavor than the energies that radiated off the portal. "I know a bit of... hocus pocus, too. Not nearly on your scale, no pun intended," he huffed, clearly intending the pun. "You had another question. Another. Anotherrrrr.... OH! How I got here." His voices trailed with each sentence, his focus wavering as he analyzed the shape shifted dragon before him.

"Truth is, I haven't the foggiest. One minute I'm looking for a scroll, next minute I find myself headfirst in a portal. And now my imp's gone! Have you seen him?! Answers to Zepar. An unpleasant creature, but he keeps things interesting." Draven instinctively patted his pockets as if the imp could have somehow been misplaced in one of them before ending with a shrug. "In one side, out the other, and here I am on the steps of a mountain talking to a Dragon." He managed to let a few chuckles escape his mouth. "What a fricken day, eh?"

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Main Mission (Optional)

@ZAVAZggg@c3p-0h@Almalthia@Damo021@Exit@Argetlam350@NorthernKraken@Inertia@Tenma Tendo@MsMorningstar@Duoya

The following ties into the main mission. This mission is optional. If you'd like to be a part of this mission, please make it obvious so we can get a party formed. At the end of each main mission, I will provide a summary for what happened in OOC so that anyone can join in the next main mission and still have background knowledge about what is going on. All the main missions are going to be linked by an overarching thread. The last main mission will be mandatory for all players. Aaaaaaand here we go!

BLANCHETTE ROUGE :+: RED HOOD COMMANDER

The sun had risen and, with it, Blanchette. After waking from the recurring nightmares she faces every night, she stood up, covered in sweat, and started to make quick work of her morning routine. Once she got herself cleaned up, she sauntered over to her armor that was rested on a rack. Blanchette's nude body was a novel of scars and scratches, telling stories of the battles she survived and ones she nearly didn't. She didn't used to wear the armor all the time, but she had since learned to be wiser. There was no place that was truly safe. She moved to her undergarments and began getting dressed before finally suiting up in her crimson.

There was a new crop of Yellow Hoods. It was time to put them to work.

Her footsteps echoed down the corridors as she made her was to a particular dorm room. Once she found herself at the right door, she gave it three solid pounds. She didn't hear any movement on the other side, and there was no sign of response. She pounded again.

"Finlay!" she shouted, stern. When there still wasn't an answer, she opened the door and was surprised to find it hadn't been locked. More surprising, still, was the vision of a half-naked Finlay sprawled out on the bed, his head hanging off of the side snoring with enough volume that one might've mistook his for a werewolf. There was an empty mug that was discarded upon the floor with a damp puddle around it that smelled of ale. There was cause for celebration last night, Blanchette reminded herself, trying to fight back her disappointment. She looked around the small chamber and spotted a glass of water that was half full. Without hesitation she grabbed it and hurled its contents right at Finlay's head.

"Ah, for fook's sake!" he shouted after spasming into consciousness. "Who's the fookin' dead ma-" His bloodshot eyes regarded the shape of the blurry commander. It was a shape he had memorized. With a sudden jolt, he shot up off the bed and to his feet, standing at attention while water dripped from his hair and nose onto the floor.

"Good, you're up." She had no intention of asking him how he came to be in this drunken stupor. There was work to be done. "When Ryder came back to us, he told us of his encounter with a small horde of ghouls. This is in line with other reports we've heard from various other northern outposts. I need to know what's going on and I need to know it now."

"Yessir," Finlay diligently responded.

"I don't want dilly dallying on this one. We need to hit this now and hit it hard before it gets out of control. Seems like the perfect assignment for some of your recruits to cut their teeth on." Finlay just nodded where he stood. "Get a team together. We don't have time for you all to travel by horse. I'm sending a mage with you. He's no hood and he's certainly no fighter. He's only got one trick up his sleeve."

"Aye, o'course. If I may, what's the trick?"

"He gets you where you need to be in seconds rather than weeks. He's an incredibly valuable asset. You break him, I break you. Understood?" There was no humor in the commander's face as he delivered that last line. Finlay gave a dutiful nod and then watched as Blanchette left his quarters, shutting the door behind her. Finlay let out a sigh of relief before turning around and taking in the scenery of his room.

"Right. First, get the room ta stop spinnin'. Then we throw the yellas to the wolves. Gonna be a good day."

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Some time later...

FINLAY DOUGAL :+: RED HOOD :+: GREAT HALL

Finlay was briefing most his hoods in the main hall about the situation. To the right of him stood a man of small stature in a very earthy wardrobe with a large pointed hat and a pipe that he was currently toking upon.

"...and the Commander expects us to get results. This is... uh... Well he's going to help get ya there and bring ya back and that's about it. Make sure to keep him safe or we're gonna feel the wrath o' Rouge." He looked to the short man. "The hell is your name, anyway?"

"Francis," said the man, his voice an incredibly high as if he were exposed to massive amounts of helium. Finlay did a double-take, his face contorting as if he had just witnessed someone eating their own excrement. Fancis, on the other hand, just took another puff from his pipe before continuing. "Francis Dobber. At your service."

"...you've gotta be fookin' kiddin' me..." Finlay just stared at him as if he were looking at a mystical unicorn. After a moment, he forced himself to snap back to attention and looked to the crew once more. "Right. So this squeaky fookin Dobber is gonna get you dobbers up north to Crimson Heights. You're objectives are as follows: Locate the the fookers that forgot how to die and kill 'em proper. Find out why in the ever-burnin' hell they were there to begin with, and get yer arses back here with some useful information. Ya follow?"

"And also make sure I'm safe," Francis added with a queasy smile. Finlay looked back at him with a look of horror and continued confusion as to the existence of someone such as he.

"Oh sweet lords, I'm gonna kill ya myself if I have to here ya speak again, ya fookin' mouse in man clothes!" Francis sheepishly went back to his pipe. "Right. Ryder! You're takin' this one," he glanced at the other Red Hood who was leaned up against the wall across the room. "There's no way in hell I'm spending any extra time with this weird, properly named fookhead." Ryder pushed himself off the wall and walked to the front to stand by Finlay. He was ready. "Who else is in?"