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Everything seemed to slowly get better around New Haven. It's been a long time since we've had an attack of any kind. Especially from the Goblins, It was quite strange seeing them on the offence. Usually they stuck to their hills or mountains to stay out of the way from Lycans, Orcs, Ogres, and other creatures that were much more gruesome and ugly than they were. What caused them to go out of their way knowing that they would rather die or.... face something much worse. He'd have to go out tonight and check the surrounding area.

"I was thinking the exact same thing. I may be a trained killer, but I at least like to look decent outside of work. Besides red doesn't look good on me." He smirked and jestered to his clothes. From there he saw the pod coming down from over the wall that carried the clean up crew. He counted fifteen men on the Pod. With that many men, they should have this placed cleaned up in no time at all. He gave a little bow towards her, and said, "After you, Mi Lady."

They walked together over to the Pod, and got on. Once he sat down he clicked the communicator and said, "This is Agent Reaver, can you dispatch a security detail to protect the diployed clean up crew. I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about it. Reaver Out." He turns his attention to Aria. "Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary at the training center, where you've been helping?" It might of been just insticts, but something started to change in the atmosphere, and he didn't like it.
Reavers head went tilt as she walked away. What a sight indeed, if there was anything called luck, he had it. A girl who looked like that always withtin spittin' distance. If the world was normal as it was all those years ago, he often wondered what he'd be like. What kind of woman he would of married, had kids with, what job he had. Well, too late now.

Shrugging off the thoughts he walks over to the Goblins that recieved his knifes. Taking out the well lodged knifes from their chests, wiping them down with his rag and placing them back in their sheath. One thing about Reaver, he was never wasteful. Only had what he needed and never splurged and got what he didn't.

From there he grabbed the foot of a couple Goblins lying close and started throwing them on top of eachother, making a mound of Goblins. He did this to count his kills, status reports are always fun when it came to these sorts of missions. They always want to know what the kill count is on how bad we dinged the enemy. He looked back up and saw all the bodies that he had torn through, not really noticing it before, but the ground was like an army grave site, littered with their green bodies. "This is going to take forever... Screw it, they woke me up, they can clean it up." Reaver clicks the communicator in his ear, hearing someone on the communications line pick up, he says, "This is Agent Reaver of the 75th Branch, I need a clean up crew for the emergency this morning. They need a strong stomach and someone who can count past my Branch number. Make sure their specific instructions include searching the bodies for anything useful to the Colony." After he repeated the order back to him, they disconnected.

Reaver looked down at his clothes, they were gross and starting to dry on his suit, which was going to be hard to clean. He shrugged and started to walk towards Aria, who was now a bit of a distance from him. "So is that a no on breakfast?"
He chuckled to himself seeing the sight of a military man being degraded by a Woman. She always made him laugh one way or another when they around 'other' people. There was the Warrior program, and then regular human military. Arias was drafted from the regular military as a kid because she had excellent potential, never really took to the other Warriors that she hadn't gotten the injection. He was proud of her for how far she's come, and even more so when she got on the battle field with him. As a Warrior, we are taught to overcome fear, embrace it, not to be fearless. It made a better Warrior. He felt safe with her watching his back, he couldn't say that about his last partner, the moron refused to listen to orders while over the wall and got ripped in half by an Ogre.. Not saying he deserved that, but he was kind of a dick.

Reaver started to slow his pace until he was about thirty feet above them. He placed his blades at his side clip to hold them in place. He wrapped the rope around his arm, undid the note that tied him to it; faced the wall and pushed off. He did this a few times until he got plenty of air, while as far as he knew it could go, he let go of the rope and launched forward into the middle of their ranks. Like fluid he reached started throwing his knives with where he knew he was going to land. He was a great shot, just not the best. He left that to Aria. Each knife met it's mark and just as he landed he pulled his blades from his clip. Looked around him at the shocked Goblins and said, "You shouldn't have left the forest, and now I'm taking as many of you out as possible until you understand not to screw with our City!" From there it was a blood bath. His actions smooth and flawless as he cut down many Goblins with one stroke. Any time a Goblin got terribly close to him, he saw an arrow where he knew it would be.

He continued to press his skill to the absolute maximum. At one point there was a bigger Goblin that tried to knock him off his feet with his spiked club. Reaver jumped over him like an acrobat, and plunged his blade through his heart while slicing through another poor victim of his brutality. This went on for over an hour. Some started to retreat as soon as he got there, others started to trickle off, and a majority of them met their end at his blade or by hers. By the end of it, there would be a mountain of bodies to burn. He looked at the carnage that he and his partner had constructed. Covered in blood, he reaches down into one of his compartments on his belt and produced a rag in which he wiped his face of blood. He took a moment to enjoy the twilight, just as the Sun started to show his face over the Ocean to the East. His sweat was being chilled as he walked over to Arias. He didn't like the fact that he was covered in the blood of his enemy. Yes it made it more intimidating, but attractive in any way? He'd have to say no. While he cleaned off his blades and put them back into their holster. He looked up at her when he was closer and said, "So what're we having for breakfast? I'm famished."
As the two met up on the way to the rendezvous, Reaver matched her speed. As a guy, in the Warrior Corps, they would partner you with another guy. This case between him and Aria was quite different, how long has it been since they officially became a special Op team? Couple years at least. She is definitely the better looking than of many that are in the Program, even the Vampiric women that have a aura about them that causes such distractions hardly compare to her; she wouldn't hear that from him though, at least not yet.
They grew up in basic training together, but the girls didn't usually blend with the guys very well until much older. Reaver always thought their training is much more thorough than the guys are. Men can think on tasks easily, and can be consumed by the job at hand. Women have a certain emotionalism to them and with the world they lived in, that had to be broken. To have to change yourself from the one thing you are made to do, made for connection, relationship, and love only a female can give. It seemed to him that the girls are far better trained than the men.... That's probably why he gets along with her so well. He's not a sexist like the other guys are when they see the girls. Always barking at them, being disrespectful, if any of them wanted to, they could kill every guy that did it to them. Such is the training in the Warrior Program.

Bringing his mind to the task at hand, he says to her, "It's a Code Green, any Goblin that gets over the wall is considered Failing the Mission. We are to overcome the threat and kill as many of the green bastards as possible. Any course of action necessary, as long as the Great Separator stays in tact." They came into the last stretch of the corridor, seeing gunman and archers shooting volleys at the attacking force. One of the standing operatives were securing two reinforced ropes that are used for scaling down the wall. As the operative sees the duo coming, he stands at attention, "Commanders on Deck!" A few un-busy gunman saluted and went back to maintaining their objective. Reaver turns to him and says, "What's the status report?" he says to him as he's tying himself down with the rope the operative secured. He answered with, "There are a lot of them, Sir. We're doing what we can, but we're only accurate at a certain reach. It's a hit or miss with how high up we are. That's why we called in for back up. Is it just you whom was called? Or are there more coming? Not to be disrespectful, Sir. I just think that this situation is a little more difficult to handle than you two alone." Reaver smiles. A genuine, knowledgeable smile, and says, "It looks like you will just have to find out, maybe you'll learn why we are sent over the Great Wall, and so few are not." He stared into the eyes of the young warrior, as he climbed up to the edge of the wall, looks over to his partner and says, "Mi Lady, lets go down and greet our fair neighbors." He pulled his elbow blades from their holster. Clicking a button, the blade unfolds and grows three and a half feet tall, which made them end just above his ears from the way he was holding them. "I love this part." He says as he leans back into the oblivion of darkness that is the out side of the Great Separator.
5:16 A.M
Ringing... why is there a ringing? It's not time to wake up yet. Reavers pats around on his bed for his communicator, once he grabs ahold of his device he connects the call. "This is Reaver, what's the mission?" He says, having that freshly woken sound in his voice. "Agent Reaver, we need you and Agent Aria to get down to the southern wall immediately. We have a code green, there is a horde of Goblins that need to be exposed of. Sun light is coming soon, make it quick. Darius out."

Once the connection was broken, he hit a button on his communicator and spoke the command, "Aria." He waited a few moments until he heard her voice on the other line sounding somewhat like English. Then simply said, "It's show time, South Wall, Fifteen minutes. Breakfast on me later. Reaver out." Reaver jumped out of bed and ran over to his uniform. He slipped out of the clothes he slept in, and strapped that skin tight suit on as fast as possible. He then strapped his assortment of knives and weapons to his person. Lastly, tying on his lucky bandanna for good measure. Leaving his warm bed behind, he starts to sprint towards the corridor that leads straight to the South Wall.
Well it seems fun, I'll submit one tonight.
Is this still open for application?
Name: Reaver
Age: 25
Discription: 6'4, Mat Black hair, combed back with bandanna across forehead. Wearing the Warrior uniform, (as seen in photo).
Specialty Weapon: Elbow Blades (As seen in photo), Knifes, fists, and after the Fall, Titanium Stakes.
Personality: Sarcastic, Flirtatious, Strong and Hot headed, calculative, and ruthless in battle.
(@violentviolet and I only RP) (Introduce your Character here, and I'll start the IC Thread. Below is the history of all of this coming about, take a good read. You can post just a basic character sheet if you want to, and I'll do one as well when I get on my laptop.)

"It wasn't always peaceful and without things that go bump in the night. In fact it could have been considered the strangest time in History. Vampires, Lycans, Goblins, Witches and Monsters of all kinds and sizes, they all used to be kids stories that Parents told their Kids to make them shut up and go to bed. That is what they thought was true. In this case it wasn't some Underworld crap that was on the TV screens and theater showings, this wasn't that kind of story at all."

"It started out like any other day, Mr. John Doe walking home from work one night and took a wrong turn at the wrong time. A man creeped up behind him and bit him. Not the usual case of mugger in the alley way. Lucky for the man, one good hit in the softies was all it took to take 15 steps right into on going traffic. A passerby that saw the whole thing saw the assailant and put their flashlight on their cellphone and found that the man was paler than their legs after the winter. They were stunned and moments after the initial shock, the assailant was barring his teeth at them. How long they were, how sharp they were, how shiny his glass like eyes were. Then poof, he was gone."

"After that a full out investigation went on and checked everywhere for the guy. They only caught him because he didn't like to leave well enough alone and went after the person that flashlighted him. They tasered him and shot him in the legs, gave him a dosage of tranquilizer to stop an Elephant, as if you know what those were. They interrogated him and had to put him in his own seclusive cell because the Sun was burning him like crazy during the day. Not your typical day in the office I can say that much."

"At night there was a bunch of pale looking fellas that busted up the place, they shot, beat and tazed them as much as they wanted but were all dead by morning. Not your typical day in the office."

"The next thing you know a bunch of reports start popping up every where that these creepy bitey cult start eating the homeless and abducting people left and right. The government didn't know what to do, so they looked to the only people who were successful at killing these pissed of cannibals. The nerds that were holed up in a lab, library or nearest comic book store and finally found out it was Vampires. They started taking precautions and found out they've been living in secret colonies under New York. They started the attack, we were gonna finish it! 'We're New Yorkers and this is America, we aren't gonna let some blood sucking' leeches kill us off.' The proudest people started becoming humbled quick, because this battle went from New York to the rest of the World in a matter of weeks. Outbursts of violence and War started to become the usual day at the office. Years past and all of a sudden shit hit the fan and more mythological things started poppin' out of no where and attacking the Vampires and pushing them back from whence they came. Only problem was, once they got the big guys out of the way first; they turned on us little guys and attacked us too."

"This went on for another decade and we were fighting for our very extinction. Until finally the Vampire King met with the leaders under a truce. That was when things got even more stranger. The World Leaders for the Human kind elected one person to speak on their behalf and made him 'High General' as if he wasn't shaking in his pampered, non-combat boots. They struck a deal to band together and start pushing back these other-otherwordly beasts and when that was all said and done they made a Peace-Pact, which is the dumbest thing a Human can do with an immortal being that wants to eat you for breakfast."

"Then on the remains of New York, where it all started, they started building. A huge wall on the outside territory of New York was built and called it 'The Great Separator' and from there that was when the true rebuilding of the now, 'New Haven' started. Humans and Vampires living in harmony. Some even bred with the Blood suckers and made some weird kids that rather took to the more human side or vice versa. Some were different in many ways, some were so normal you could pass them on the street and think they're some regular human guy. Strange stuff.

"All I know from that point is they started the Warrior program, a type of Super-Human training, genius making program that takes the cells of the King, places it in these babies and makes them stronger, faster and smarter than an average Human being could ever be. Apparently the cells of a Pure Blooded Vampire is super special and
an honor of being forced into your blood system before you even get the chance of being able to speak any kind of words. They would train you in every: Fighting style, Language, Science, Magic and discipline known to all species and make you the protectors of the Great Separator, and ultimately New Haven."

"That all started over a hundred years ago, and around that hundred year mark, was when I was born. I am Reaver. Just Reaver, in the Warrior program you don't get the luxury of a last name. I did at least know my parents. They were the leading scientists in all of New Haven, primary focus, the Injection of the Kings blood into new born babies. I had a few friends that I prefer over the other meat sticks. Such as the Kings only Son, Julius. Yes I know it's strange to hear but just let us finish the story and we'll get to why everything is so much different. Anyways there is one other person that fit my fancy of course my leading lady... Eh, well I've done enough talking, why don't you introduce yourself to the little ones, my Sweet."
Helloooo

I'd be down for the vampire and the zombie apocalypse one!
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