WildCobra

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer (Accepting CS's)

"New Time Record - Two minutes and forty-six seconds." The ship's computer announced through the room's intercom.

Missouri was panting and sheen of sweat built over his body as he laid back against the high rise wall. His twelfth run through the obstacle maze and he still felt he could do better, he wondered that if he would do better with out the weight of his armor on him as hindrance, but Chi thought otherwise since it would be silly to take off your armor in the middle of a mission, let alone go on one without it. Missouri knew that the run was a good time, but even so he wanted to improve his movement, move as swift as the wind, and faster then a cheetah. It is a near-impossible goal to reach, but he didn't let that stop him from trying.

Right let's get this show on the road! Chi yelled as it bounced up, down and around his vision as he relaxed his body and slowed his breathing. Once he felt good enough to get up and do one more run he asked Chi a probable question. Chi if there was a chance that my helmet would come off, would there be any difference in my speed? Missouri asked Chi as stopped bouncing around to answer his question. The high chance of you losing your helmet with the vicinity or immediate are of a live combat zone or simulation would be less then 10.5%... but, if said chance were to happen there would be a slight increase due to the loss of weight. Chi looked at Missouri with a straight face and Missouri was truthfully a bit taken back on how the always excited A.I. suddenly came out with some intellectual wording... for once.

With that said Missouri took off his helmet and it placed down on the high rise wall. He jumped down from the ten foot wall and made his way all the way back to the beginning of the course as excitement boiled within the pit of his stomach.

-Meanwhile, Behind a viewing room-

"I got forty on the same time or more," said one of the onlookers.

"I'll take you up on that and say he'll do it in less," said another. There were a handful of the crew, apparently on "break" so to speak, to watch Missouri move through the course.

"3... 2... 1... Begin." The ship's computer announced.

-A few running moments later -

"New Time Record - Two minutes and one second." The ship's computer announced through the room's intercom again.

The Big Bang (Inspired by DC's Static Shock)

Smith Home - Backyard
4:56 P.M.
Central City
Few Days After Incident

"Ok, just for my own sake... and safety, you sure this is going to work? I mean we've already done this four times already. " Derick questioned Blake again for the fifth time as he rubbed the side left side of his aching ribcage.

"For the last time, we'll never know if we don't test this out. This will be the last one, I promise " Blake reassured his hesitant close friend as he began bouncing on the heels of his feet.

"...Your lucky, I'm willing to partake in your shenanigans, even as insane as it sounded when you asked me to do this," Derick said more so to himself rather than to Blake as let out a sigh of defeat, he pulled up the smaller replica ax of Gorehowl from the ground and gripped it tightly with both hands. "Here is to hoping this works."

With a high-pitched war cry sounding more accustomed to that of a straggled vulture, Derick charged at Blake with the ax held high over his head as he neared him. Though as he came running, full speed, from Blake's point of view he was moving rather slow. Time seemed to have accelerate, or rather his adrenaline pumped into him as a sense of excitement and danger came at him in the shape of a heavy and sharp steel ax.

Derick brought down the weapon in a full over head arc, but came up connecting with nothing but the dirt and grass where Blake had stood clear as day. A stinging blow hit the right side of jaw as his head jerked over to the right. Pulling the embedded ax out the ground, he reversed the ax's head to were it was facing behind him and swung to his left only to come into contact with nothing but air. Derick then felt the ground beneath him disappear from under his feet and him falling to the ground. He let go of Gorehowl as he immediately shut his eyes, clenched his teeth with a pained expression and arched his body up into the air from the pain of his back landing hard on the ground.

After a few moments of letting out a series of grunts and groaned pains he opened his eyes to see Blake looking down at him sporting a wolfish grin. "Didn't seem to work that time, but at least we know that I'm pretty fast," Blake said to Derick as he offered his hand out to help him off the ground. Derick grabbed Blake's extended hand and was pulled up off the ground.

"Well I only find this to be a pain in my ass... figuratively and literally."Derick said after he rubbed his back in hopes of the pain dulling away. He bent down and picked up gorehowl and handed it back to Blake.

"I think I've got a good enough collection of bruises on me, I need to recuperate myself for a while now." Blake took the ax back from him and let of small chuckle at his friends complaint, "Well, thanks for helping me to try to figure this out anyway. Let me know when you want to come over and do this again," Blake said with laughter as he a glaring look from his mohawked friend.

Blake and Derick said their goodbyes to each other. Once Derick left through the side gate of Blake's fenced-in backyard, Blake walked over to were he setup his camcorder on the wooden table. He set the camera up so he could look back on his 'trial test' of his newly and recently acquired abilities against his friend. Blake's mind began to muddle and go back to the incident that took place just a few days ago as he watched himself on camera moving as a mere blur. The music getting everyone on their feet, moving the the beats. People enjoying the short-lived moment of carefree fun. The lights flashing about the packed building, then going out...

*Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!* His phone vibrated followed by his chosen ringtone to play when he received messages.

Blake pulled out his phone and opened the message, which caused him to display a puzzled look as to who left him a rather lengthy one at that.

For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.

I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.

That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be exposed to whatever that stuff was.

They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.

They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form. Or using their powers for greed, or just plain chaos.

I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.

As soon as I hear back from you, meet me at the janitor's closet in the west hall after school. Once you're there, we can get this show on the road.

"Huh..." Blake was baffled at how, besides Derick, someone else knew he secret, though it wasn't much of a secret in general especially since there was a decent mass of people at that party, but they seemed to know about him and his secret since he managed to get out fairly quickly before the cops showed up. Blake was now looking at his phone with keen suspicion, as if it were questioning him personally.

Locking his phone and holding his ax in one hand and his camera in the other, he headed back inside with a new plan ahead of him.
Let's see if your the key to my problem, Apollo. Blake questioned as he went inside his home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today
Central City High School
West Hall Janitor's Closet
5:46 pm

Blake paced himself as he traversed the crowded halls filled with eager students heading towards the school's exit. Making sure to avoid the attention of others he knew walked and sneaking past the classrooms that a few teachers remained in to grade students work or plan their new out their new lessons for the next school day. As he finally made his way into west hall he sighted two others already standing in front of the janitor's closet. At first he was hesitant on continuing onward as he figured he be alone with just one other person, not the latter. Even with multiple questioning thoughts debating within his mind, Blake approached them regardless.

"So... I'm assuming you guys got the same, message, right?" he asked.

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As he approached the encampment they setup the night before, Karras pulled up the worn-out gray mask that was attached within the lower half of his hood over his the lower half of his mouth. It hid away his mouth and nose but didn't hinder his breathing through the gray cloth. Still not at ease with revealing to others more or less suspicious of the sight of him already. He didn't bother to speak up about anything as he walked past people dissembling their tents and rolling up their bedrolls. A heard a few of the militia group members complain about having to sleep on the ground as they loaded up the equipment onto the cargo wagons.

When he was nearing the smell of lingering food he paused his movement and eyed the irrepressible leader, Martin. Karras has become indebted with weathered man from saving his life, also as well indebted to others in with the party that he'd come to know some, and offering him a chance within his ever growing ranks. Though at the same while he felt a rather familiar yet odd sense from him. It was rather confusing for Karras, he consider the harden to be akin to himself, but he wiped that conclusion from his thought. How could he be something so hideous in the eyes of those that spited what he was, those that fought against his kind, but the odd sensation never left him when he was around Martin, but he never dared voice the matter, even with speaking so little as he did.

Karras found him self staring at the man for again. He glided hand through the air slowly, giving Martin the sign that the path was clear up head. He then slightly nodded to him and found himself seated within the back of the wagon.

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Anyone, anyone at all excited about Gears of War 4 and Fallout 4? I got the chills from that also... Hololens, Too good to be true?? Also slightly disappointed that there is no say on a possible wishful remake of Timesplitters or new remake or IP of Alien vs Predator.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer (Accepting CS's)

Missouri was feeling disappointed and flustered as he was one of the last to exit the training area. On one hand he felt disappointed that he didn't prove that his skills were good enough. Missouri thought it was an embarrassment, especially with the Director watching him.

He could, no, he knew that he was capable of greater combat prowess, but on the other hand he was annoyed by the fact that he underestimated his opponents. If it wasn't for the interference of sniper rounds going through the metal constructs he knows for fact that he wouldn't be walking away with only just a few bruises. A he made his way through the instillations corridors and halls he found himself wandering into the mess hall. I guess eating something might not be so bad. he thought as he took off his helmet, placing it under his arm and walking towards a mildly busy food line.

He paid no heed to the stares nor the few hushed whispers as he made his way to an empty table with a port window that displayed the void of dark space and the bright shining stars held within. Missouri sat and placed his helmet on the table near him. As he ate he stared at the outside then back at his helmet, reminiscing on his past life. The challenges that came his way with trial and error, the rush of adrenaline that ran through him when in the heat of the battle.

The feeling was... exhilarating! It brought a tone of excitement that settled within him, but it was at a cost. He clenched his fist over the plastic fork he was using to eat, breaking it, which gained a startled yelp from the man holding a clipboard standing near the table. "I-I am sorry to d-disturb you but your the next for your A.I. augment implant."

Missouri looked at the man with a surprised expression and renewed joy. He was selected, even though his performance wasn't much to so for, he was still up picked for an A.I. regardless. "If you would follow me sir," he said as he turned and walked onwards. Missouri didn't waste any time he grabbed his helmet shot up from the table and followed him right out of the mess hall.

Upon entering the medical facility he could was give a clipboard with a set of documents attached to it and a pen. "Just a small formality of insurance, should anything go wrong," he nervously chuckled out. Missouri looked through the documents given to him, signed them and handed them back to the man. "Now with things in order, I'd like for you to please remove your armor, then lay back on the medical table. Your armor will be returned to you when the procedure if finished," he told Missouri without skipping a beat. Missouri merely nodded and began dissembling his armor which to a total of twenty minutes due mainly to the fact he had more parts on the front part of his armor then anything else.

Afterwards he was down stripped down to his black skin-tight shirt and boxers. "If you would," the man said to Missouri once he placed his armor in a steel crate. He hoped onto the medical bed and laid down onto the cold metal bed. "Now the doctor here is going to put you under some anesthesia. So I need you to slowly count down to ten for me," the man told Missouri as the doctor placed a clear mask over his mouth and nose. As soon as his eyes shut, he reopened them to find that he now found himself staring at the ceiling of his quarters rather then the gray ceiling of the medical room.

He sat up from the bed and swung his legs over to the side as he rubbed his skull at the pounding throbbing that seemed to be a real annoyance rather then a pain. He closed his eyes and let out a tired yawn, only to see blur of red across his eyesight. ...What ...In the-

HELL! Hahaha! Then he put it together as a small grin now appeared on his face. Name is Missouri... mind telling me yours? he asked the A.I., but there was no immediate response. At first he thought maybe there was a fault, but then the A.I. fully revealed it's self as it... danced into his sight of vision. With a final dramatic twirling spin it pointed at him. Chi, is the only name it can be! Missouri let out a chuckle at the A.I.. Glad to know meet you, Chi

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The early hue of dawn was peaking up out of the cover of the night's sky. Karras had opted out to go ahead to and scout ahead for any signs of trouble. He had been scouring about throughout the night after a shaky voyage across the Waking Sea. There had been only but a few dog sized spiders wandering along the edge of a nearby forest path, until a few well placed arrows through and in-between carapace took care of that problem.

Any other forms of danger or threats seemed to vacant of the area as he went over traversed through the area again. Letting out a satisfied grunt, he slung his great bow back over him and made his way back to were him and the rest of the mercenary company and made their landing. It took him some time to return, seeing that the sun had nearly rose up and the dark night dissipated. Karras could smell the wafting scent of meat burning over a fire before he even neared them meaning that they were already up and bustling about.

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Karras
^{The Dark Wanderer}

Basic Information

Species - Human/Awakened Ghoul
Age - 26
Gender - Male
Class - Rogue(Archer)
Appearance -

Appearance

Curriculum Vitae

Specializations - Shadow, Archery, Specialist

Notable Traits:

Humanlike - Karras indeed does have the dark blood coursing within his being, but somehow has retained his human like form rather then a malformed grotesque hurlock with warped skin and exposed blackened teeth. He has also the capability of speaking instead of mere grunts, growls, roars, or screams... though because of the taint within he mainly grunts in approval or disapproval due to his voice now sounding somewhat bestial.

Lock-Jaw - Karras keeps his mouth shut mainly due to the fact of his black tinted teeth standing out to that akin of rivaling a dragonling. Though that doesn't mean he keeps it shut twenty-four seven, on several accounts he's used them against those that desired to get up close and personal or had actually managed to corner him... the taste does linger for a while though, which disturbingly isn't quite half bad to him.

Deadman Walking - Given his appearance when first laided eyes upon, you'd think you've spotted a ghost, walking!? His once smooth brown skin has now become a ghastly pale coloration of white mixed in with a dull expression of gray.

Hawk's Eye - Though his eye may look void of life with the whites of his eyes tinted to near gray themselves and his pupils nearly completely crystal white, he still has sharp eye that spot can spot movements nearly two miles out without the need of any enhancement of glass.

Flaws:

Brood Mother's Calling - Karras isn't fully cut off from the link between himself and the darkspawn taint that now runs deep within him. He's still able to hear their thoughts of the hived spawn especially of the voice from the darkspawn Broodmother that had turned him in the first place.

Enemy Neutrality - Even with him being away from the main cluster of his corruption Karras has crossed paths with Darkspawn without having to attack, but there have also been a few times when the calling has ailed his mind black, then back to were he's standing over those that were combating his tainted brethren.

Flesh Craving - Darkspawn don't relatively need to rely on the constant need of sustaining food, but when they do they take entire throngs of live prey, reported mostly the male counterparts, and devour the red warm flesh raw and screaming. Karras hasn't necessarily done such acts, on purpose, other than to save his own life. Gurgut meat does have a limit though, once or twice people who were bad tended to have gone missing

Skills:

Full Draw
Long Shot
Speed
Lighting Speed
Pinpoint Precision
Strafing Shots

Backstory

Biography - Karras once had an actual life filled with lively hood, fellowship and living for the thrill of the hunt. Since nothing within Avvarian culture was truly permanet other than their lifetime of cultural tradiotions and oaths, his former clan, The Dragonmaw Clan, constanly moved throughout the lands of Fereldan. The Dragonmaw were the most known Avvar clan that were truly more open then other Avvarian clans.

Growing up in the life of staying for a few years then moving on to new lands seeking new trade and their forests fruitful with plenty of wild game to hunt letting the previous area were they hunted repopulate itself for a time until it was thriving with enough game again.
Karras was an excellent huntsman within his clan. Karras's skill with a bow was highly praised and reconsided amonng his Avvar kinsmen, even the thane claimed that he was a force to be reckoned with from a distance, but that didn't mean he wasn't useless in close combat either. From bringing down Gurguts to managing to survive an encounter of Giants in heat... Truly it isn't a pretty sight. Something not even lowlanders should witness...

Though during the transition of moving from the hinterlands, the thane decided that taking a path through the mountains to Orzammar rather then take the long route around them... that was the day the avvar of the DragonMaw Clan died... the day Karras was no longer himself, but something... darker.

It was a a full moon and pitch black as tar as the DragonMaw clan took refuge inside a rather large old dwarven cavern that appeared with one way out as it seemed safe enough for them to stay for the night and continue onward when they arose, but it was folly as they didn't suspect the the night-gangers, darkspawn, to burst through the cavern from beneath them. They came in with a reckoning force of sheer terror. Even as the bulk of the DragonMaw forces were slaughtered in their sleep or trying to defend themselves, the rest of the DragonMaw clan, Karras included with the remaining alive fought back with equal strength. As they fought within they sought to send the young and those that couldn't out of the cavern to safety, but their own way out was cut off by darkspawn Ogres... they had walked right on into a trap unknowningly. None were safe. Elders, men, woman, and even children weren't spared.

After he quick and brutal onslaught, the Karras and what remained of the DragonMaw stood only twenty strong, the thane not included, to a throng of night-gangers. They were all brought down quickly, with minimal resistance. Those few that were hanging by a thread were either tainted themselves turning them into Darkspawn monsters or dragged deep under the mountains, into the Deeps Roads to be feasted upon. Karras was one of the few that were turned into a blighted creature known as an ghoul.

At first he was part of the hive minded killers. Obeying and slaughtering those that stood against them just like any other hurlock. His mind was blank, no emotion, no compassion, no remorse for those that he killed, but slowly years after being tainted, corrupted with dark blood, Karras had manged to retain part of his on will and sanity. Pieces of memories, names, places came back to him over time.

He questioned himself on the matter of who he truly was and seeing that he was able to be self aware of what he was and of this were truly as they seemed. He managed to find a way out of a part of the Deep Roads near Orzammar, not without having to fight his way out first which wasn't easy task. He sustained near death injuries escaping from them, but he pressed on and on moving through places he didn't recognize, having to fight others wanting to kill him just for the spite of it. Then one day seeing that he was backed against the wall by grey men with horns, injured badly when another group came into the fray and saved him.
He found himself indebted to the group, the only group, of people that had saved him that very day and sought to repay them by joining them.

Personality and/or Motivation - Karras... he isn't much of a talker per say, mainly due to the fact that he wanted to avoid any suspicion, though he already stuck out like a sore thumb because of his appearance already. He also tends to stare... Alot, Karras sometimes doesn't even know why he does it, he just knows that he does.

Player’s long term goals - Karras wishes to regain the entirety of his memories to find out what happened to him in the past and be free of the taint the runs within him.

Relations - Other then going out on jobs with the main group, he still doesn't truly know everyone within the group, though he has received a lot of suspicion from others as well.

Secrets - Karras can still hear the calling of the hived darkspawn and sometimes willing or not, his mind gives in and he turns into a mindless killer out for blood. Only a few people within the group have seen what happens when his mind does give in thus why he remains secluded from mainly everyone.

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@GenniSssshhhh I see the setup and the execution it will all work out :)

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Karras
^{The Dark Wanderer}

Basic Information

Species - Human/Awakened Ghoul
Age - 26
Gender - Male
Class - Rogue(Archer)
Appearance -

Appearance

Curriculum Vitae

Specializations - Shadow, Archery, Specialist

Notable Traits:

Humanlike - Karras indeed does have the dark blood coursing within his being, but somehow has retained his human like form rather then a malformed grotesque hurlock with warped skin and exposed blackened teeth. He has also the capability of speaking instead of mere grunts, growls, roars, or screams... though because of the taint within he mainly grunts in approval or disapproval due to his voice now sounding somewhat bestial.

Lock-Jaw - Karras keeps his mouth shut mainly due to the fact of his black tinted teeth standing out to that akin of rivaling a dragonling. Though that doesn't mean he keeps it shut twenty-four seven, on several accounts he's used them against those that desired to get up close and personal or had actually managed to corner him... the taste does linger for a while though, which disturbingly isn't quite half bad to him.

Deadman Walking - Given his appearance when first laided eyes upon, you'd think you've spotted a ghost, walking!? His once smooth brown skin has now become a ghastly pale coloration of white mixed in with a dull expression of gray.

Hawk's Eye - Though his eye may look void of life with the whites of his eyes tinted to near gray themselves and his pupils nearly completely crystal white, he still has sharp eye that spot can spot movements nearly two miles out without the need of any enhancement of glass.

Flaws:

Brood Mother's Calling - Karras isn't fully cut off from the link between himself and the darkspawn taint that now runs deep within him. He's still able to hear their thoughts of the hived spawn especially of the voice from the darkspawn Broodmother that had turned him in the first place.

Enemy Neutrality - Even with him being away from the main cluster of his corruption Karras has crossed paths with Darkspawn without having to attack, but there have also been a few times when the calling has ailed his mind black, then back to were he's standing over those that were combating his tainted brethren.

Flesh Craving - Darkspawn don't relatively need to rely on the constant need of sustaining food, but when they do they take entire throngs of live prey, reported mostly the male counterparts, and devour the red warm flesh raw and screaming. Karras hasn't necessarily done such acts, on purpose, other than to save his own life. Gurgut meat does have a limit though, once or twice people who were bad tended to have gone missing

Skills:

Full Draw
Long Shot
Speed
Lighting Speed
Pinpoint Precision
Strafing Shots

Backstory

Biography - Karras once had an actual life filled with lively hood, fellowship and living for the thrill of the hunt. Since nothing within Avvarian culture was truly permanet other than their lifetime of cultural tradiotions and oaths, his former clan, The Dragonmaw Clan, constanly moved throughout the lands of Fereldan. The Dragonmaw were the most known Avvar clan that were truly more open then other Avvarian clans.

Growing up in the life of staying for a few years then moving on to new lands seeking new trade and their forests fruitful with plenty of wild game to hunt letting the previous area were they hunted repopulate itself for a time until it was thriving with enough game again.
Karras was an excellent huntsman within his clan. Karras's skill with a bow was highly praised and reconsided amonng his Avvar kinsmen, even the thane claimed that he was a force to be reckoned with from a distance, but that didn't mean he wasn't useless in close combat either. From bringing down Gurguts to managing to survive an encounter of Giants in heat... Truly it isn't a pretty sight. Something not even lowlanders should witness...

Though during the transition of moving from the hinterlands, the thane decided that taking a path through the mountains to Orzammar rather then take the long route around them... that was the day the avvar of the DragonMaw Clan died... the day Karras was no longer himself, but something... darker.

It was a a full moon and pitch black as tar as the DragonMaw clan took refuge inside a rather large old dwarven cavern that appeared with one way out as it seemed safe enough for them to stay for the night and continue onward when they arose, but it was folly as they didn't suspect the the night-gangers, darkspawn, to burst through the cavern from beneath them. They came in with a reckoning force of sheer terror. Even as the bulk of the DragonMaw forces were slaughtered in their sleep or trying to defend themselves, the rest of the DragonMaw clan, Karras included with the remaining alive fought back with equal strength. As they fought within they sought to send the young and those that couldn't out of the cavern to safety, but their own way out was cut off by darkspawn Ogres... they had walked right on into a trap unknowningly. None were safe. Elders, men, woman, and even children weren't spared.

After he quick and brutal onslaught, the Karras and what remained of the DragonMaw stood only twenty strong, the thane not included, to a throng of night-gangers. They were all brought down quickly, with minimal resistance. Those few that were hanging by a thread were either tainted themselves turning them into Darkspawn monsters or dragged deep under the mountains, into the Deeps Roads to be feasted upon. Karras was one of the few that were turned into a blighted creature known as an ghoul.

At first he was part of the hive minded killers. Obeying and slaughtering those that stood against them just like any other hurlock. His mind was blank, no emotion, no compassion, no remorse for those that he killed, but slowly years after being tainted, corrupted with dark blood, Karras had manged to retain part of his on will and sanity. Pieces of memories, names, places came back to him over time.

He questioned himself on the matter of who he truly was and seeing that he was able to be self aware of what he was and of this were truly as they seemed. He managed to find a way out of a part of the Deep Roads near Orzammar, not without having to fight his way out first which wasn't easy task. He sustained near death injuries escaping from them, but he pressed on and on moving through places he didn't recognize, having to fight others wanting to kill him just for the spite of it. Then one day seeing that he was backed against the wall by grey men with horns, injured badly when another group came into the fray and saved him.
He found himself indebted to the group, the only group, of people that had saved him that very day and sought to repay them by joining them.

Personality and/or Motivation - Karras... he isn't much of a talker per say, mainly due to the fact that he wanted to avoid any suspicion, though he already stuck out like a sore thumb because of his appearance already. He also tends to stare... Alot, Karras sometimes doesn't even know why he does it, he just knows that he does.

Player’s long term goals - Karras wishes to regain the entirety of his memories to find out what happened to him in the past and be free of the taint the runs within him.

Relations - Other then going out on jobs with the main group, he still doesn't truly know everyone within the group, though he has received a lot of suspicion from others as well.

Secrets - Karras can still hear the calling of the hived darkspawn and sometimes willing or not, his mind gives in and he turns into a mindless killer out for blood. Only a few people within the group have seen what happens when his mind does give in thus why he remains secluded from mainly everyone.

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@Saarebas@CAS1006 Yeah, it was a tad bit confusing on how the process actually worked when I was reading up on it since the whole explanation is ever so said here and there. As @Genni stated, yes that is one way they'd infect a person, mainly their female counter part, but I thought up of a way for it to workout for Karras. As @Genni stated, yes that is the way they'd infect a female counter part.

Probably should've put this up earlier as well, but I took the liberty of taking the concept from the series of Starcraft as to the way Terrans get infected by Brood Mothers or Queens to which they then turn them into Infected Terran.

But if this concept doesn't doesn't work, I can simply rework it out with no problem.