Teal

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Collab between DSW and Teal Deathstroke was pretty much aware of Waller's vast influence, but even he couldn't believe (or didn't want to) that she had the capacity and the balls to take under her mantle a ragtag team of extremely superpowered humans and non-humans who could give the Justice League a run for their money. The very moment she finished her speech, a vein bulged out of Slade's head, a rare sight for anyone who got used to seeing the mercenary on the field. He was suddenly filled with anger, like if Waller's remarks touched his dignity or something of the like - but that was not the case. He was more or less agitated at her demand that he and his team reveal their real faces, a demand he found ironic due to her earning her living by manipulating criminals behind a speaker. He was about to unleash every verbal atrocity at her, but Ultraman's death stare kept him down, and at the same time, triggered his 'fight or flight' response. With a swift move to his holster, he pulled out one of his FN Five-Sevens and pointed it at the man, shooting a stern gaze that couldn't match his heat vision, but was intimidating enough. "You go first!", he responded, his gruff voice more present than ever.Ultraman levelled the gaze at the gun, and laughed, just under his breath. He let the heat vision go, and watched as it slowly melted the gun. He walked closer to the mercenary and lifted him with one hand, almost effortlessly. "Do you know who I am?" he said, his deep voice bouncing off of the walls, and his eyes, which were blue for a moment, filled slowly with red heat for dramatic effect. Owlman, on the other hand, sat calmly in his seat, and pulled his helm/cowl back. In spite of gaining prowess and being hailed as one of the world's deadliest assassins, Slade was after all fallible and knew that, hence why he always avoided fights with the likes of Reverse-Flash; villains with unstable psyches and enough muscle power to drill you down to China. However, at that moment, as he felt Ultraman's mighty force, as he felt his feet departing from the ground, he didn't even flinch. At that rate, he couldn't break his gaze, even if he wanted to. "I don't know who you are, but I've met your good counterpart, Superman, and I gotta say I learned his weakness in an instant.", Slade uttered calmly, struggling to reach for one of the pouches positioned near his ribs. When he finally unlocked the pouch, he pulled a grenade, a kryptonite grenade which he'd salvaged in case he'd ever fight Supes, but somewhat altered as in instead of it's green glow, it actually had a yellow, light one. "I call this a solar grenade. Turns out you and the Man of Steel look the same, but are genetically different", the Mercenary seemingly finished his speech, before adding once more. "Drop me down and then we'll do the introduction." Ultraman flinched his face away from it, but threw Slade away from him. Not hard enough to go through the wall, but hard enough to crack ribs. When he managed to regain his senses, he glared at Slade and uttered "Clark Kent." Thanks to the exosuit, what could have been a punctured lung, seven broken ribs and, in the worst case scenario, permanent handicap actually subsided to a slight pain down his spine, enough to make the One-Eyed Merc. let out a grunt. As he looked back at the fissure the impact had made, he realized Ultraman's power was not one to underestimate. Then again, he was somewhat aware of that from the beginning, judging by the special equipment he'd got. Putting his solar grenade back to it's pouch with the right hand, Slade gently removed his steel mask from his moderately wrinkled face with his left one, ultimately introducing himself. "Slade Wilson." Ultraman sneered, and sighed. Owlman, on the other hand, with his slicked back black hair, blue eyes, and square jaw, spoke up next. "Thomas Wayne, Junior. Deathstorm opposite me is Professor Martin Stein, and Grid is just Grid. The others we don't know, but the rest of our team remains imprisoned. I'm sure you all remember the events dubbed "Forever Evil?" Slade let a brief chuckle, his voice coming out crystal clear now that the mask had been removed. "How do you think I got these countermeasures?", the man remarked, veering his sight at Ravager who was next to him. "Ravager here is Rose Wilson, my", he paused for a moment before continuing "daughter. As for the rest, they can account for themselves.", he said, looking at the speaker and expecting Amanda to chime in any second. Owlman frowned, and stood up, cracking his neck and knuckles, before suddenly throwing an owlrang, as horrible as it was named, it was still useful. Even if it merely served as target practice for the other man, Owlman knew it would just be a prelude. He had fought his good counterpart, and won. He was far more skilled than Batman, and he knew he could, and in most cases, would, use lethal force. Using the table as a launchpad, he leapt into the air, and slammed a fist in the direction of Slade's face, not even stopping to see if it was a hit before assuming his ready position. This would be interesting, to say the least. It took one bullet round for the projectile, or what was left of it, to scatter down on the floor. What Slade didn't anticipate was Owlman getting physically involved in the fight. At first, he thought they were nothing but empty threats and dick measuring, but now it seemed as if the remnants of the Crime Syndicate were really trying to cause harm to him. However, unlike Ultraman, which could defy gravity, Owlman, even though trained to the limit of human abilities, was still a mere human and a formidable adversary at best. His attack prompted Slade to rapidly put his mask back, realizing he missed the opportunity to dodge his attack, causing Wayne Jr.'s hand to collide with the rough steel. Immediately after, he pointed his only gun at the villain, now that Ultraman had turned his first one to clay. "You know, the name Thomas Wayne is of great sentimental value to me. You best not dirty it", Deathstroke remarked, repositioning the gun at Owlman's family jewels.

Madou: Vivid World

That was the best troll IC I ever stumbled into. Well done. Now I have to figure out a way to get Jason in China. Just so we're clear, Japan is totally locked down right? Is there a way to somehow illegally travel.to another country, say China.

Knights of TERA (Modern Fantasy Monster Slaying)

Move it along.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

I was thinking some filler might be in order, but sure skip to Bialya. I'll coordinate my posts with Yoshi and hopefully tie up some loose ends in Flashbacks.

Madou: Vivid World

Can't wait 'till we get started.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

The Mercenary quietly observed as the girl elegantly tore the car's side door off, therefore enabling the team a safe passage to the airship. At that moment, he could almost feel the aura of Mirakuru streaming through the air. He could see that Ravager, even though seemingly a child, had a pretty twisted past, perhaps even more painful than his. Her mean, flirtatious walk could fool anyone who never thought of peeking down the door to a dark place called the Underworld, but not Deathstroke. He was well aware that behind all those flashy winks and tempting words, there was a tortured soul hoping to be saved. Naturally, Slade was never a savior, so he realized he could make some use of her. After all, everyone thought she was his child, so all he had to do was just play the role. Upon being done with his pondering, Slade turned his head at Cap. Boomerang in response to his suggestion about blowing the door. "That won't be necessary. I need you to board the car, unlock the backdoor and fire this beast up.", he declared, tapping to the hood of the car like one of those unemployed rednecks who tend to worship anything with wheels and a horn. Shortly after, a projectile flew past him at great speed, killing a guard whom the squad hadn't spotted. He turned his head to face the owner of the weapon, his right hand lightly touching the handle of his sword. He quickly found relief after realizing that who he thought was an assailant was actually just Catman, who had gone through a brief reformation and finally decided to stick with the team. Slade considered cracking an insult at the man, but refrained, reckoning his submission before the Mercenary to be humiliating enough for him. "Just get in the backseats.", Slade remarked, pointing at the back of the car with his thumb as a quick beeping sound was made. Shortly after the beep, the engine started, with Captain Boomerang on the driver's seat, looking as smug as ever. Turning his head to face Reverse-Flash, Slade gave the yellow demon a quick nod, as if telling him that they're ready to get out of that shithole.

Madou: Vivid World

Name: Jason Ford. Age: 21 (Born; 23 October, 2029) Gender: Male Class: Human Appearance: Jason Jason stands at an impressive 5'10, and weighs around 145 pounds. His most prominent physical trait are his dark brown, long hair which he seldom wraps in a ponytail of sorts. His eyes possess a brownish, hazel color. In terms of clothes, he favors long coats, scarfs and jeans, but is able to adapt depending on the season and the weather. He also has a thing for dull, darker colors, which is what you'd expect from a man who was imprisoned all his life. As for his physique, he is rather skinny and isn't much fond of exercise, which is odd taking into account he has a big appetite. Background: Originating from the United States, Jason was born as the legitimate son of Benedict and Chantry Ford. Due to his father occupying a very crucial position in the US cabinet, their family had enough wealth and privileges to give the Queen of England a run for her money. Unfortunately, the young Ford learned it the hard way that money doesn't equal happiness. Since the get-go, his father had kept him in isolation, stripping him off the chance to make friends and even brainwashing him by thoroughly explaining the disadvantages of sentiment. Every single day after school, he'd sent a chauffeur to pick the boy up, designed a strict diet especially for him and every evening, he would put his intelligence to a test. But even though intelligent, Jason still couldn't comprehend his father's behavior and his obsession with staying healthy. Everything came together in a December night of 2037. An eight year old Jason was invited to a fancy, but secluded place, along with his father, where he was explained the reason why his childhood was robbed of him. Ever since the discovery of the Pure Energy, there were several independent and government organizations who wanted to know the truth about it and the machine that made sure the dust spread out; Madou. The United States had gathered a few pieces of the puzzle, and they were paranoid. The encrypting programs they had designed to store intel proved to be less than effective in the past, so they couldn't trust a secret so big at the hands of machines. That's where Jason came in. The strict diet, the evening games, the strict 'no friend' rules were all stages of a grueling mental training that was supposed to expand the boy's memory repository until it eventually developed eidetic capabilities. He was a vessel, an organic machine, marked to carry government secrets. He was a safe bet, taking into account no human, no matter how cunning and smart, would ever suspect that a child was capable of storing large amounts of information. Benedict's path to raising a child led to several disagreements between him and his wife, Chantry. She was against keeping the child in isolation, while he justified his actions by claiming the boy was a national treasure. Fast forward a few months, and the Ford couple filed for a divorce, with Benedict arranging to have full custody over the child. That didn't fare well with Chantry, but she didn't commit anything heinous, choosing to live with her burden instead. Of course, a normal human could only hold so much. Ten years later, one bright Wednesday, an aging Chantry made a run before the U.S senate and began listing everything she knew about her husband's dirty work, including the secret about her only son. She couldn't reveal enough before she was hit by a knockout round on her neck, but she did enough to warrant an immediate evacuation. Later that Wednesday, at night, Jason was booked a flight to Japan, but not before being forced to undertake a 'therapy session', which was in fact a hypnotic memory wipe. Traces of the Pure Energy and Madou were totally eliminated, while there was still something left concerning his family and his father's shady backdoor dealings, which would haunt him for the following years. After the incident, Benedict got his son a nice apartment in Shimizu and enough money to live for an eternity. He refrained from visiting his estranged son, and that actually worked for the better, as Jason used all his resources to set up an awareness group called "Sakurai" that was dead set on uncovering information about the Pure Energy. He had no bright memories to cherish, which made him focus all the more at the silhouette his missing memories left. Somehow, he had a hunch that the Energy was linked to his past. Personality: Like his father, Jason was an arrogant and stuck up creature of habit. Due to his extraordinary intelligence, he always used to make fun of his peers, and sometimes, professors, never exhibiting any pleasurable trait in his personality. What was unique, however, was the fact that he was well aware of his behavior and the effect it had on his surroundings. He knew that it was his father, Benedict, the one who planted these seeds that improved his analytical and rational thinking, but in turn deprived him off his humanity, also arguing that there must have been a hereditary factor in the equation. He just didn't care enough, embracing his role as a human storage. Over the course of the years, his behavior changed. Whether it's for the better or for the worse, it all depends on where you stand. He became more rebellious and less willing to adhere to his Dad's rules, often prompting Benedict to go a little overboard on his punishment. After he was abandoned in Japan, he started showing traits of determination, motivated to find more about his lost memory to the point where he even found an organization, 'Sakurai'. His behavior also softened a tad, as he became more and more accommodated to conversing with other fellow human beings, even though he still believed he was a one rank higher than them in the non-existing societal hierarchy. He also has developed a sense of humor over time, a dark sense of humor but a sense nevertheless. Skills/Abilities:

~ Improved Intellect/Eidetic Memory ~

Jason's memory storage is expanded to the point where he could learn Japanese in a matter of one week. He has the ability to recall trivial details after being exposed only once to them. He also possesses an outstanding intellect, proving to be very knowledgeable on politics, science and even able to jump to conclusions via the collective powers of induction and deduction. Miscellaneous:

• He has multiple blemishes in his back and lower back, courtesy of his father and the rough riding crop he carried.
• Jason has a licensed Zenith 10 mm stored in one of his drawers, but rarely uses it.
• He also possesses an Android phone which enables him with with a real time feed of everything that's happening in the 'Sakurai' nerve center.
• 'Sakurai' main office is based west of Shimizu, in a four story building.
• Jason is a superb cook, able to memorize over forty-three recipes. That's the main reason he always eats at home.

Theme: Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Not big on godmodding other characters (or having my character godmodded) but since you gave me your approval, then sure. This prison break took too long anyway. I'll chuck a post in today.

Madou: Vivid World

Regarding the 'no sex' rule, is implied sex OK? You know, if the curtains are pulled down before the act begins? I'm not saying I'm going to shape the way in a direction that will lead to sex, but this is a character driven story and as such I feel like I should adhere to the rules and personality traits I gave to my character.

Futuristic Mystery Adventure RP!

Wow, I had no idea my character would be accepted. Thanks. Also, I tweaked my guy a little bit once and for all, so I'm finished with the CS for good. Just waiting 'till we start.