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Now that Anthony was close enough, he could see that the figure was nothing more than a pale, young, boy. "Wonder how many days it's been since he's seen the sun." The older man mused as he found more ammunition for his gun, and not much else. "You're going to want to finish up with that. That was a... uh. Loud entrance." the boy said. Anthony looked the boy in the eyes and saw how hard they were, and shook his head to himself sighing. He reloaded his pistol, and raised an eyebrow at the young boy. "So, coming or not?" Anthony asked, "Cause looking at you, I think you could use a partner."


Name: Casey Turner

Age: 19

Reputation: "I hear this kids the real deal, 'member that group of little shits at the pier? 'Pparently they pissed him off after trying to drive him out o' their 'turf'. The pigs found their corpses washed up on the beach a week later..." Benny "Ballistic" Shelton dec. a respected and giving member of the community

History: Born of the rape of a human man by a female vampire, Casey Turner was always odd. His father would always tell; him stories of how he appeared one day in a cradle, with a note saying that he was a gift from an "old flame". In the basket was a also a box of vials, and Mr. Turner was instructed to give the child a vial on the first day of each month. And so, Casey lived a comfortable life until his 18th birthday. After running out of the fluid one month, he began to feel weaker and hungrier. On the day of his birthday he finally snapped. After a week of starvation, he murdered his entire family. After regaining his sanity, he saw the carnage he had wrought. Thinking quickly he began making the whole event look like an accident and burned down the home. He then began living in the seedier parts of the city, surviving by feeding on gang members. Eventually a month later a strange man appeared to him offering a scholarship to Scarlett Briar Academy.

Secrets: Casey is actually a quiet young man who grew up to fast. He enjoys Literature and had been planning on becoming an English major before the incident. He was an avid martial artist in his old life, with an above average human physique and power.

Magic and Combat: Casey specializes in Blood magic, namely using blood runes to strengthen himself. For example, can also either paint a rune on his body for a temporary boost, or carve it for a permanent boost. Casey is self taught, finding a journal on the subject when he returned tonthe rubble if his old home in his old basket. Not manifesting his powers ubtil late in his life, Casey relies more on his martial aarts training over his magic, which plays a support role.
Name: Lockheed Martin Corporation T(actical) R(esponse) and H(unting) S(ystem) or TRHS drone, designated "Whisky"

Level: 3

Original use: Police drone, replacing K9 units. Later forced to fight in war

Gender base: N/A

Height (Keep within level limits): 5' standing up, 3 ft in K9 form

Arms: two human like appendages that can transform into canine-esqe fore legs.
Legs: Dog like hind legs.

Other Attachments (Optional): Sensor array in ears and eyes, prehensile tale with taser attachment, cycling hydrogen fuel cells. The batteries expend their charge, then recharge passively as a dual battery takes over.

Gear: none

Physical description: a Kobold like figure. Head a sylized canine head with a functioning jaw with micro-heat blades for teeth. his paw/hands have retractable heat blades that are used for self defense.

Back ground: Originally designed to replace the K9 unit in police forces, Whisky's AI is a combination of a Dog brain map and a human's. Thus he is an intelligent, but highly loyal drone that was more independent than traditional K9 units. During his servie in the police force, he was programmed to non-leathly apprehend criminals. However, when the war started, all of the THRS (pronounced Orthus) drones were confiscated and were reprogrammed as shock troopers, with orders to leave no survivors. Npw that the war is over, the twp sides of his programming clash with one another, leading to what can be described as "epileptic" fits. While not common, he goes through theshe fits once every 3 to 4 months or so. Unless a programmer with military and government access codes can be found his condition in curable. During this period of time, Whisky is completly incapacitated until his system reboots. As well, while the programming solves itself usually, it is quicker if another entity reboots him. By himself he reboots after 12 hours, with a manual reboot only 4 hours.
@Luna
Can I post my character in the CS?
"Artyem, what are you doing? A voice spoke in his head. Not looking up from his book, the cyborg sub-vocally answered, "Reading the journal of that drug dealer we busted a few days back." A few seconds later a robot carrying a large crate walked up, and placed the box next to the cyborg. Idly watching his partner, Artyem could not help but be envious at how well the AI Jack in the ANBS platform could act. The two of them had originally planned to hide their secret from the group they were joining until they knew they could be trusted, with Jack acting as a simple combat drone. The ship was simple enough to find, it was in a crowded and bustling port that made him paranoid. He really didn't want his peace ruined by Conglomerate agents.

Suddenly, Artyem could feel the uncomfortable tingling sensation at his cybernetics that signaled that it was time to take the anti-rejection drugs. Feeling around through his pockets, he found the small container of pills, and tapping one into his palm swallowed it. Scanning around once more he saw the ships landing bay door begin coming down. Gathering his things, Artyem beckoned to Jack and began walking towards the ship.
As Anthony prepared himself for the confrontation with the insane cannibal in front of him, he saw a faint outline apppear in the shadows a few feet behind the raider. The unknown figure shifted slightly, and Anthony could make out a sling being drawn. Still gripping onto the corpse as a shield, Anthony could barely hide his smile. "Wat the hell you smirkin' at huh?" The raider asked, "Don't you know that you're gonna die soon?" In response, Anthony merely rolled his eyes, and watched as the small figure let loose a whistling stone at the raider's head.

The raider, though insane, was lucid enough to turn around turn around toward the sound, and only caught the stone on his jaw instead of his eye. Anthony took that chance, and charged the insane man after tossing the corpse to the side. The raider was still reeling from the strike, and only put up minimal resistance as Anthony sunk his knife into the man's throat, and lead the soon to be corpse to the ground. Pulling out the blade, he wiped the blood of on the dying man's clothes. After kicking the dead raider a few times in the head, he nodded his thanks towards his benefactor, he then began rummaging through the corpses.
@Dondude
Left yeah a little something in mine as well.
When the raider charge forward, swinging his shank at Anthony's head. However, the former marine blocked it with his flashlight, before shoulder checking the raider into a pipe hard enough to crack the metal. As the madman was stunned, Anthony quickly turned him around and wrapped his arm around the raider's neck. Fortunately he was quick enough to block three bullets with the man's body. As the raider breathed his last breaths, a group of four more raiders came bounding down the pathway. Anthony quickly fired a single shot at the the raider in front of him, catching the raider in the neck.

The four remaining raiders were only 50 ft away, and Anthony began blasting at the tightly packed group. After killing two of the raiders the other two began dodging around, and Anthony only had 4 shots in his clip. When the former marine saw the oppurtunity he emptied the clip into the foremost raider. The final raider stopped ten feet away from Anthony and snarled at him, drawing a machete.

Holstering his pistol, Anthony began inching his knife out of its scabberd. "So, who are you?" Anthony asked in a parched voice. the raider continued to snarl and began crouching slightly. Seeing what the raider was planning, Anthony quickly prepared himself to heave the corpse at the raider.
Count me in, though some of.my other RPs are starting I should be able to squeeze thus in.
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