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Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

I'm going for a Batman: Arkham Origins Deathstroke. The Arrow and Injustice Deathstroke don't have gray hair exactly. Their hair are graying, but they're not gray yet.

@Patriarch, my version of Deathstroke didn't have any quarrel with the Teen Titans. I would have mentioned something as major in the bio. He might have had a couple of brawls with Nightwing and such, but no Teen Titans.

Also, my favorite character from Assault on Arkham is obviously The Joker. His line when he first sees Black Spider's decapitated head. Priceless.

Deniable Ops: The Hunt for Megiddo.

As I said, it's an idea I tried to work up in the old guild, so Blacklist was not out yet. I only relied on knowledge I got from Splinter Cell Conviction. And of course, I made some of the changes deliberately. While the mechanics work a lot like Splinter Cell Conviction/Blacklist; it's more realistic, you're not able to play a sitting duck in plain sight and not be seen just because you invisibility meter is at zero, some of the plot and the way how it's presented bears more resemblance to the older Splinter Cells. For example, after each mission, there will be a news broadcast explaining new things and possibly foreshadowing future missions, just like in the old games (Splinter Cell Stealth Action Redefined - Splinter Cell Pandora Tomorrow - Splinter Cell Chaos Theory and I'm pretty sure there was a news broadcast in an ending for Splinter Cell Double Agent PS2/XBOX version).

That being said, here's me countering some of the valid points you've made.

1. Yes, I realized that after I played the game. But, as far as we know, the only active Fourth Echelon cell is the one led by Sam Fisher, with Briggs as his sidekick. Since this RP involves four people, I had to deviate from the canon and make it look like 4E has already established a group similar to the one led by Sam Fisher. The RP is set up in the same time period as the events of Blacklist (early 2012, I think), so you know where I'm coming from.

2. I got nothing here. As I said, I was working on knowledge gathered by Splinter Cell Conviction. I even have the old OOC ready, so I guess I'm gonna have to update it.

3. This is not just ONE clandestine unit trying to take down a huge villainous organization with vast influence. This is a cooperation in between two states. Voron and 4E will be taking out the big heads, while the rest of America's and Russia's assets will tie up the loose ends. It's not far fetched to think that by the end of this RP, there will be nothing left of Megiddo.

4. I'm going to deal with the threat of corruption within the two respective groups and play a little bit on the dynamic, but aside from that we're going to say Voron is not entirely compromised. Yet.

5 and 6. Yeah, got that after I played the game.

Either way, I'm thankful you pointed these out for me. As soon as this builds more interest, I'm gonna update the OOC. It's also good to know that this time, I'm pulling towards more dedicated Splinter Cell fans. Last time I tried to air a Splinter Cell RP, one of the participants confused the Osprey for a secret underground base.

Deniable Ops: The Hunt for Megiddo.

Story

Three years after the attempted terrorist attack in Nashville, the USA wasn’t managing to find peace at all. Corrupted elements infiltrated deep in USA’s primary defense assets had secretly waged a war, an event now known as the Third Echelon crisis. Thanks to the skills and commitment of the many American patriots, the crisis didn’t last for long, and President Caldwell had finally shut down the now rogue agency and maintained a bit of peace in the damned country. Or so it seemed.

Using intelligence gathered from one of 3E’s finest operatives, Caldwell had managed to reveal a conspiracy, a threat willing to remove her from the equation and put USA under their reign., a threat only known as Megiddo. Waiting wasn’t a luxury she could afford, so she realized it’s time she made her move first.

The dispersion of Third Echelon was celebrated with the creation of it’s successor, The Fourth Echelon sometimes in the early 2012. The Fourth Echelon’s main priority differed from the priority it’s previous predecessors carried. Due to the significant advance of technology USA had developed, information gathering was no longer done by human individuals but rather by drones. Eliminating the threat, however, was a task unmanned machines weren’t able to carry out. That’s where Fourth Echelon came in. Since the agency managed to finish all of their tasked mandates, Caldwell was certain they were ready to face the Megiddo and possibly destroy it once and for all.

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If you haven't realized it yet, this is going to be a Splinter Cell roleplay. It was a very old idea that I tried to get worked up in the old guild, but to no avail. For some reason, not much people like Splinter Cell around here.

Apparently, the whole roleplay will center around four operatives; two working for the NSA sub-branch, Fourth Echelon and the other two working for the Fourth Echelon counterpart, Voron, a sub-division within the russian SVR. It'll have a main plot which I will reveal ONLY if you make an OOC happen.

There will be four open slots, mainly field operatives. The fifth one will be a handler, a role which I will take as it allows me to have more control over the enemies, NPCs and stuff. The equipment will be partially limited. The operatives will have to carry the standard FN Five SeveN pistol, but besides that, you are free to choose whatever you want. However, I am still expecting you guys to maintain the stealth atmosphere and won't go apeshit just to please your inner devil. You are going to be able to choose suits too, but as the suits will be separated into Tactical Concealment Suits (long story short; disguises) and Tactical Operation Suits, I'll have to make sure you don't do anything stupid like wearing a fucking Poolboy uniform in the middle of a war zone.

That's it for now.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

I don't consider him a joke, but everytime someone brings up Catman in a discussion, I immediately think of this guy:

If you don't know who he is, don't feel bad. He was a one time villain called King of the Cats, who was Catwoman's brother. It was even suggested he was somewhat incestuous towards her sister, which made him even creepier. What really sealed the deal was this, though:



So, what I'm trying to say is while Catman himself fits the standards of a proper DC villain/anti-hero, the fact he reminds me of this guy sort of ruins his credibility. At least for me. And since I'm not that familiar with Catman's shenanigans in the comics, it's gonna take a while for me to shake off this image of him out of my head.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

"Bold words for a cat in a collar", Slade spoke, a wide, sly smile forming under his mask. In his opinion, Catman was nothing more but a ordinary thug. He had more in common with a kid who just hit puberty and suddenly felt the urge to be edgy, than with a proper criminal, or rather villain as the media labeled people like Slade and the rest of the courtyard quartet. Not to say Slade was growing protective for the rest of the inmates, but it was a fact that facing The Flash was a lot harder than dealing with The Bat, the latter who was the sole instigator behind Fluffy's imprisonment. If he couldn't handle The Dark Knight, then all he could do at the moment was pray the evil Flash didn't feel compelled to drag his ass down the basketball court all out of a sudden. Boomer, in the other hand; Slade was not a fan of his work, but for a man with no superpowers, he surely held his ground well against the 'Crimson Comet'. While even the Legendary Mercenary admitted to feeling slightly unsettled when Zoom was nearby, considering his powers were way beyond the usual norm. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going to put a bullet in his head, should his behavior pose a threat.

Shortly after Slade got acquainted with the three musketeers, the doors to the exercise yard opened audibly, causing an uproar in the room. Two guards came in, uttering a bunch of non-sense and bickering over their 'jokes'. Slade didn't have the richest sense of humor, but their jokes were far from funny. What caught his attention was the girl that one of them was carrying. He couldn't see her face, but she was wearing a colorful uniform, much like Wilson's. One of the guards dropped her in front of his feet, before both of them went back from where they came, swearing under their breath as they did - it was then that the Mercenary finally realized who the girl was; The Ravager. He was given a lot of heat in the underground community because of her actions, some even going as far as throwing rumors about her being his illegitimate daughter. Another persisting rumor was that she was Slade's pupil. Either way, Slade had to take responsibility for a lot of her actions, even though he never got to meet her face-to-face, or rather mask-to-mask.

The One-Eyed Merc. knelt down then pulled his sword, freeing her off the shackles that were binding her. Then, he rolled her over, now both facing each other. The girl was heavily sedated, and Slade couldn't wait for her to wake up on her own. While neither of the villains on the courtyard were charged of rape or anything close, there was always a first time. Slade carefully removed her mask before doing the same with his. He didn't know where he was kept before, but it sure was a cold place, considering you could get your tongue stuck if you tried to lick the iron mask he carried. Slade brushed the mask against her face, expecting it to give her a shiver and eventually wake her up from her beauty sleep, but to no avail. She was doing some subtle movements around, but no budge. The sedative probably had a greater effect on her due to her weight - she barely got to 90 pounds, according to Slade's deduction. He placed his mask back where it was before pulling his FN Five-Seven. Whispering softly was not an option, so the only way to get her back on her feet was to shoot a gun near her ear, which is what Slade did. If that wouldn't wake her up, he had no idea what would.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Live Another Day

It took a surge of incoherent babbling, filled with a load of curse words for Alec to realize he no longer had any business being in that apartment. His initial idea was to get Nightingale back, kill Elijah and work his way from there. But after a careful study, he came to the conclusion the two had developed a type of closeness, not a romantic one per say but a close friendship, and it wasn't far fetched to assume that friendship would eventually metamorphose into something else. Even though they both followed different ideologies, Roze was willing to follow Vesuvius to hell and back. On the other hand, the former soldier wasn't quite sure which side Captain Hook Jr. would take, but bearing in mind that he was already doubting his words, he'd probably also turn against him. Three metas against one, two of them A ranked - that's nowhere near fair. The good news was he spared his MSP devices. They'd sure come in handy later.

"Well, I'm out of here", Alec spoke, making his way towards the door before stopping to throw a glance at the trio. "You guys are clearly too dense for your own good." As he descended down the stairs, he found it odd that Elijah couldn't make a connection. How come he didn't realize that whichever corporation employed Cap. Hook had ties with the government? That would be the only logical explanation as to how the government was notified of Avalon. Maybe he just held him too high, maybe the fire guy was a redneck after all. At this point, it didn't matter. He stepped in the car, but left the door open to deliver one last message. "Oh, and kid, if you doubt my words, you can ask your employer to check the registry. I'm pretty sure they have access to it."

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Don't know about the rest, but I went a little bit out of the way and gave Deathstroke a collar which contains an EMP bomb that disables his suit. I hope that doesn't pose a problem for DSW. I mean, it would only be logical that Amanda would find a way to control a ragtag group comprised of metahuman criminals.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Dun-dun!

E: Is Godmodding allowed? Cause Eobard just snapped Digger's weapon in half.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

65 hours from now…

The situation was this; Jason Woodrue, a private detective, was employed by Sunderland Corporations to discover the perpetrator behind a series of kidnappings of Sunderland’s top scientists. His expertise and cunning skills left Sunderland Corps CEO Avery Carlton Sunderland impressed enough to give him a rewarding yet odd task; creating a fictional monster. The kidnappers were common criminals, thugs, people working under the mantle of larger criminal organizations, so all it took for Woodrue to end his contract was to spread word around about Plant-Master, a beast that escaped from SunderCo’s non-existing secret lab and who currently guards their perimeters. The story is far more elaborate than that, but the details don’t really matter. What does matter is that a certain prominent crime lord paid Deathstroke a large sum of cash to assassinate Plant Master. Upon discovering that Plant Master is nothing but a myth, he set out to kill his creator, Jason Woodrue himself.

Slade was pursuing a yellow cab on foot, leaping rooftops with such great agility that he made them seem like LEGO bricks. His quest led him to a barely populated area in Bludhaven, situated in the Avalon district to be more precise. Although he had access to a plethora of vehicles, he chose to remain on foot so as to avert suspicion. For a greedy bastard, Woodrue was pretty clever and would back away the moment he sensed his life was in danger. The car stopped in front of a motel, the kind of motel where you’d be lucky to get a room with a working shower. Jason, a lanky, scruffy middle-aged man, got out of the car and had a brief chat with the chauffeur before he drove off. The man was obviously paranoid, as he looked both ways before finally entering the motel.

Slade stood by for approximately five minutes, the time it would take for Woodrue to get a room, before deciding to act. He chose to abandon all his stealth prowess and expertise by simply accessing the motel through the front door. Undoubtedly, the receptionist was alerted by a man in an iron exosuit and a mask, evident when he tried to pull out a mobile phone out of his pocket. His attempts at taking measure were cut short when the One-Eyed Merc landed a swift punch on his gut, instantly rendering him unconscious. The receptionist’s excitement definitely did warn Woodrue, which meant Slade had to push his timetable and act quicker. A rapid ascension over a flight of stairs led the merc to a wide hall, with rooms to both sides. The occupants, consisting of hookers and pimps, were spread around the hall, curious as to what caused the noise downstairs. He didn’t know which room Woodrue resided in, but he assumed it was the one with the closed door. He approached the door with precaution, doing his utmost to filter the hall’s noise in favor of hearing what’s happening inside. Five seconds later, three gunshots were heard, three holes took shape on the door. Slade came to the definite conclusion Woodrue was using a Desert Eagle, so depending on the cartridge he was carrying he either had six, five or at the very least four rounds spared.

Turns out he was using .44 Magnum cartridge, as there was a relative pause after the detective added five more holes to the door. That's when Deathstroke decided to act, quickly breaking through the door and landing a horizontal attack on Woodrue's right shoulder. In reaction to Slade's attack, Jason dropped the gun down and scampered near the planked window, a horrified look on his face. He seemingly had trouble moving his right arm. "What have you done to me?!", he exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

"Paresthesia. I temporarily severed your circulatory system, causing your arm to go numb. It won't last long, and from where I stand, neither will you.", Slade responded in a matter-of-fact manner, typical of him, while moving with confident steps to his petrified target. Suspiciously, instead of pissing his pants like all his usual victims do, Jason let out a raucous stream of laughter which admittedly took the legendary merc aback. "So it is true what they say; nobody suspects the cab driver.", Woodrue paused to wipe the saliva out of his mouth before moving further "Care to remove these wood planks out of the window? My arm's too messed up for me to do it." Slade was muddled by the scenario. There were a lot of concerns being processed in his mind; could this all be an ambush? What was it that Jason was so smug about? He violently punched the planks, pulling them in, carelessly scattering them around the room. His fears were confirmed. Four black APCs (Armored Personnel Carriers) were parked in front, with a number of soldiers coming out. Going by the blacker-than-black uniforms and the fact that the vehicles were equipped with noise suppressors, it wasn't too far-fetched to assume they weren't SWAT but rather a clandestine unit, C.I.A or whatever crooked agency was running Gotham and it's neighboring cities.

His contemplation was interrupted when a stock-still Jason pulled out a weird, black, round device (with his left arm, mind you) which emitted a blue light in the middle. He pressed a button on the top of the device before greeting the merc goodbye. Slade winced, before jumping through the window and down into the streets. The device, which was thought to be a grenade, didn't explode but instead released a blue shock wave, partially enveloping Slade while on his way down. The exosuit helped the one-eyed merc to somewhat subvert the ankle pain falling from a two-story building caused, but nothing could help him deal with the mobilized units on the ground. Deathstroke made a last ditch effort to escape alive, but after twenty minutes of cat and mouse, he finally succumbed to his injuries. That's when it hit him. The black device was a modified EMP grenade, altered to only target specific parts of a running mechanism; in Slade's case, the suit's ability to deflect the malignant cells. There were rumors about Cobblepot using his Russian connections to smuggle a shipment of those in Gotham, but nobody expected them to be true.

With only eight to ten minutes left to live, The One-Eyed Merc. crawled down the street as three soldiers approached him, clapping their boots down on the rough asphalt. One of them pointed his gun at him and pressed the trigger. From then on, it was total blackout for poor Wilson.

Present Time

The violent sound of whirling, accompanied by a load of swearing in a thick Australian accent woke Slade up. He looked both ways to see Reverse Flash and Cap. Boomer having an argument, a broken boomerang lying a few feet away from where Boomer was standing. The sedative they had Slade injected with was a pretty strong one, considering it took a bloody while for him to realize that he was in an exercise yard of what seemed to be a prison. Certainly not what he expected. He was assuming he'd be thrown into a tight 2x2 hole with a little breathing apparatus nearby. He was also shocked to find out he was still wearing his suit. If Slade didn't know any better, he'd think they couldn't remove it from his body, since the suit was calibrated to only recognize the specific genes of the Wintergreen lineage, but these guys had enough firepower and enough knowledge to easily strip that away from him. Plus, why let him keep his weapons? Why let him keep his mask? And most importantly, why was he given a collar? Something fishy was going on, and Slade was positive that he would be enlightened soon.

After further inspection, the Legendary Merc. darted his gaze towards Reverse Flash, who was trying to intimidate a weaponless Boomer. "We got your message yellow guy. You can stop your little tornado now and explain us why we're here.", Slade spoke, eagerly awaiting a response from the anti-Flash.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

I'm halfway done with Deathstroke's first post. I also took the liberty to explain how Deathstroke ended up in Belle Reve, on the first place. I'll continue it when Digger begins rambling.