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  1. Dreyse Chauchat [WIP]

    πŸ…πŸ…£πŸ…£πŸ…‘πŸ…˜πŸ…‘πŸ…€πŸ…£πŸ…”πŸ…’XXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ [Name] - Dreyse(Dry-Sea) Chauchat(Show-Sha) [Alias] - None [Age] - 53 [Race] - Half-Elf (Drow) [Place of Birth] - Hell's Gate, Terrenus [Height] - 5'9" [Weight] - 174lbs [Eye Color] - Blue [Hair Color] - Silver/Gray [Reputation] - CEO of Chauchat Magitech Engineering [Alignment] - Chaotic Neutral πŸ…ŸπŸ…”πŸ…‘πŸ…’πŸ…žπŸ…πŸ…πŸ…›πŸ…˜πŸ…£πŸ…¨XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Dreyse is an inquisitive, calm and analytical man. As a middle aged man with no significant relationships or friendships it is not hard to imagine many consider him 'distant', some going as far as to say 'self absorbed'; none however doubt his brilliance or dedication to his craft. A man rooted to his passions Dreyse embodies the concept of loving what one does - perhaps a bit too much. πŸ…‘πŸ…˜πŸ…žπŸ…–πŸ…‘πŸ…πŸ…ŸπŸ…—πŸ…¨XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Born to a drow father and human mother, Dreyse lived the early days of his youth in the Elven slums of Hell's Gate - an outcast twice fold for his half breed heritage and worse still, a dark elf one at that. Realizing their son would have little hope of a pleasant childhood in the dangerous scum Dreyse's mother reluctantly suggested he live with her mother in Weland. Dreyse put up little resistance in the sudden move, and soon he was enrolled in the famed education system of Weland - a place young Dreyse deeply struggled in. His teachers frequently sent home reports of his failing grades, and oft recommended him for remedial courses in hopes of bringing up to pace with the rest of the students. Despite this his grandmother refused, tutoring the young Dreyse herself and allowing him to pass, if ever narrowly in all his subjects. As Dreyse grew older his constant studying effort and serious demeanor garnered him the trust of his fellow students and he was named Student President throughout every year of Middle School. As time for High School approached Dreyse aimed high, hoping for Jade Lake University in their burgeoning Magitech Engineering classes deeply interesting him, this new - at least at the time, technology something Dreyse felt an odd magnetic pull toward. Unfortunately three attempts at their entrance test proved a failure, and so reluctantly Dreyse chose to enroll in Kanayama Trade, learning to be a metallurgist. After his graduation Dreyse was hired by a deep sea mining and forging company known as Kraken Metals, a small but effective company which employed hundreds of workers on their deep sea mining rig - a massive man made island of metal which gathered ore from the floor of the ocean. Dreyse served as a simple forger for five years before being promoted to Forge Foreman at twenty three, a position he held for seven years before Kraken Metals ceased mining operations and transitioned into manufacture - that of Magitech train cars known as 'Lightning Rails'. Dreyse was made project lead on the contract, and under his supervision the project flourished - while Kraken Metals was not the only company producing Lighting Rails and their various parts, they were by far the largest. After the completion of the three year project Dreyse was asked what it was he'd like to do next in the company, and after some negotiating he convinced Kraken Metals to allow him to head a R&D department in Magitech. Many patents came out of Dreyse's office in the ten years he lead the division, most sold to engineering or invention companies for a royalties rather then being designed to their completion - things like Mana Case Ammunition for Magitech Firearms and many more can be directly attributed to patents originally filed under the name Dreyse Chauchat before being sold and rebranded to other companies. With a life spent in their service Kraken Metals was shocked when Dreyse chose to retire from the company at forty three years of age. Sighting a desire to see the world Dreyse left Terrenus, traveling throughout Tellus Mater and Genesaris as a tourist for the next nine years. Upon his return to Terrenus Dreyse took the money he had been saving his entire life and opened Chauchat Magitech Engineering, a one man operation with a lofty goal - revolutionize the world.
  2. Chaos breeds opportunity. [Semi-Open]

    Ana raised her left thumb to her mouth, biting hard blood began to pool into her mouth - the copper flavor coating her tongue and making her briefly muse if she would enjoy being a vampire sometime in the future; a thought for another time. Placing her bleeding thumb against the wall of the small room she quickly drew a crude magical symbol, it looked a bit like a horned circle with crude, quickly drawn runes occupying all the 'blank space'. As she drew she channeled her mana into her blood, infusing the substance with Negative Energy. Once finished Ana took a step back as the blood began to boil, evaporating into the air and leaving no trace of the trap she had just placed - the trigger a simple thought. Next she approached the interior door of the small room, her eyes scanning beyond but spotting no signs of life anywhere nearby - her vision could pierce walls but it was not omnipotent, anyone skilled at hiding their presence, especially thick walls or great distant defeated her Negative Energy infused vision. The door was secured tight, the hinges on the opposite side and the thick metal beyond what she could hope to pierce without great effort and noise. However Ana had a bit of a trump card, turning and hauling the shriveled corpse toward the door she infused the remains with her mana and as she did it began to twitch, as if returning to life - for in a manner of speaking it was. She could raise undead far quicker, but she needed this one to retain some intelligence from its past life and so she slowly poured her Negative Energy into it, restructuring its 'soul' to follow her commands without being completely wiped. Soon it was standing on its own, her hands cupping its horrible shriveled face she focused the last final touches. Like a man who had been rescued from drowning the corpse suddenly gasped, its intelligence returned to it at a basic level. "Open the door." Ana commanded, releasing her grip on the creature and placing herself behind it, using it a shield with here revolver at the ready - her stance was trained, a light crouch, both hands on the pistol held tight to her chest with the muzzle downward and her finger off the trigger - the grip angle was all sorts of wrong, but that was a consequence of the weapon over her technique. The horrific corpse complied without answer, standing tall and grabbing the key from the light fixture hanging overhead - Ana almost scoffed at how simple that had proven to be, but a semi-intelligent minion to watch her back was worth the effort either way. The door swung outward into the hall beyond, the corpse 'walking' ahead of Ana and scanning the area with its new Negative Energy vision. Its linked mind to Ana's transferred the information wordlessly and so Ana stepped into the poorly lit hall with confidence it was empty. Her stance did not break however and she stepped an eerily silent foot fall in her heavy boots - not an effect of a spell but her actual skill; the pair weaved through the complex interior of what Ana originally assumed was an office building with the corpse leading the way, its mind remembering the weaving and winding path perfectly. This place was more maze then building, the thin walls roughly built by sufficient to keep intruders very confused and busy or very loud if they chose to simply destroy the walls. It took a full ten minutes for the corpse to get the next door, a simple wooden door - it looked more like a front door then an interior but perhaps that was the implication; this was the true entrance to the drug production outfit. The corpse did not hesitate, opening the door and strolling into the room like it had a hundred times before in life. The screams from inside told Ana all she needed to know, for they were the angry shouts of men - certainly guards. The tell tale rattle of automatic fire tore the corpse into pieces, her link to it abruptly ending and causing her to shake her head slightly to clear the sensation. It had done what she needed, she knew how many enemies, what they were equipped with and their last known position. Three guards, all armed with submachine guns - their training was poor, wild hip firing and angry shouts their tactics. Ana stepped into the room confidently, outstretching her arms and squeezing off a single round as she cleared the boundary of the rooms. The kick of the 'Sword' was monstrous, its recoil shaking Ana's arms to the core - its awkward grip angle channeling every ounce of force in all the wrong directions. But her shot stayed true, and as the snub nose weapon spit a ball of fire and roared into the small room filling with a deafening echo one elf lay dead, his chest torn open - almost before he fell he began to rise again, his movement mechanical, like a puppet on strings it charged into the nearest guard who had began spraying wildly at Ana. He never saw the hastily raised and mindless undead coming as it tore him to shreds, leaving only a single target. All the while Ana had been moving, transitioning into cover behind a nearby pillar and using her Negative Energy enhanced vision to watch her target from the safety of her position. He was attempting to flank to her left, and so Ana simply waited until he believed he had the jump on her and fired as he rose, killing him instantly. Soon he too was mindless horror, sent shambling up the stairs in the center of the room - the smell of blood and fear filled the room as Ana looked at the corpse her creation had torn to shreds; too far gone to make a useful soldier but perhaps it could have another use. Ana snatched the lingering spirit in her grip, her Negative Energy pouring out in waves so powerful the very color in the room began to fade - the effect was simple, to corrupt the spirit and turn it into a wight by exposing it Negative Energy; a massive enough amount would make the transformation instant. The redish white spirit soon became pitch black, its form a horrifying amalgamation of limbs and ethereal mouths. With little effort she dominated the wight, her sheer force cowing it into submission and her masterful Necromancy forming a link between her senses and its own. Like a drone that could pass through walls the wight descended upward, its form invisible to the naked eye if it so chose it 'marked' each living person upstairs with horrifying accuracy - literally outlining them in energy only Ana could see. Six men, fourteen women. The men were armed to the teeth, each set at strategic points around the stairs save one who remained in a room alone. Ana commanded the wight to kill him and then pushed the shared sensations to the back of her mind, focusing on the task at hand. The women were all chemists and baggers, the ones who actually made the drugs - naked to prevent theft they were as from a threat as any living thing could get, but not completely without danger depending on their loyalty to the gang. Ana preferred not take chances and so Ana left the room, finding the appropriate angle to be directly under the room with which the women were still working despite the potential battle about to take place. Ana knew the wight and undead would distract long enough to buy her this time, and so once more she bit her thumb and began to draw on the ceiling. This drawing was much simpler, and with a quick snap of her fingers the horrible trap went off - huge waves of Negative Energy poured into the room above, a blast of raw Negative Power so great those without sufficient magical resistance or will to live would simply die on the spot, those that lived so weakened as to be useless. Luckily for Ana all fourteen died instantly, their bodies dropping like bags of flour into the hard floor below. Suddenly Ana was kneeling, eyes closed and mind focused - it was difficult to raise dead without vision, but not impossible and so Ana began; raising the corpses as mindless minions a single at a time. Soon they were all finished, and Ana's coy smile played across her stern features told the story greater then any cry of triumph. Fourteen undead would pour from that room like wildfire, tearing into the living above like a murder of crows.
  3. Chaos breeds opportunity. [Semi-Open]

    It did not take Ana long to find the 'hideout' of the Forests Cry - no more then an abandoned two story office building, its windows were boarded up with a menacing shade of spray painted black screaming 'bad guys live here' to anyone stupid enough to be on this street. It was hardly subtle, but then subtly was unnecessary with HGPD rarely ventured into the demi-human slums - or so the spirits memories had told her, whether that was opinion or fact was always up to interpretation. At a glance there was no security, but her Negative Energy enhanced sight did pick up the tell tale shimmer of life stationed at key points all around the building - all standing just inside the structure, likely guarding doors. A quick focus on her thoughts brought forward a simple password used, one for members and one for junkies looking for a fix - it seemed the Forests Cry were a lazy bunch, forcing their customers to them likely due to a combination of fear of being robbed and simple convenience. It offered Ana an easy opportunity, for while she didn't look like an elf with a bit of effort she could look like a junkie. Sliding into an alley Ana simply doused herself in the filth laying about, making her look a bit disheveled and dirty without going so far as to make her appear homeless - a desperate human out for a fix in a dangerous demi-human neighborhood. The issue was of course Ana's eyes, their menacing black and red enough to often make people wilt with a stare. It wasn't hard to keep her eyes out of focus, though and so she strolled up to one of the side doors furthest from the rest and thus having the most isolated guard. A soft rap on the steel door caused the guard to slide a small hatch open and peer out. What he would see was a short haired human, eyes down cast and body language nervous and shifty - as if looking for someone following her. Her black and red dress was very Cyber Goth, but not so uncommon as to draw suspicion - though Ana couldn't wait to be rid of the damn thing. "What can I get ya, skirt?" Ana nearly cringed at his tone, a sort of off putting combination of cocky and flirty - she liked less the slang, 'skirt' was apparently an Elven derogatory term for a woman who would trade sexual favors for drugs. Ana kept her cool though, and with a flash of her fingers in front of the slot in the door the guard slid it open - the password was clever, a gesture over a word. Ana stepped into the room, observing it carefully before her cover was blown by the guard noticing her eyes. The area she was in a small room, another metal door between her and the main building - a sort of interior guard post fit with a toilet, shower and even a bed; these guards were on duty 24/7; worse still it was clear by the chest at the foot of the bed that this was also where the drugs were handed out. Past the guard room was likely the production facility - this place wasn't subtle because these punks weren't cocky, it was because they were smart and well prepared. Sadly for the fool slinking in behind Ana with his hands outstretched for hers hips, not smart enough. She turned on him with a quickness he clearly didn't expect as he still took another step before he realized her hand was around his throat - suddenly the room was deadly silent, as if all air had been sucked from the room the guard roared mouth wide without effect; for Ana had cast a spell of silence the moment she turned. The look of pure dread on his face made Ana shiver as she drove forward, her shocking amount of physical strength causing the guard to retreat in her grip by reflex. He clawed at her outstretched hand with his right hand as he fished for the revolver in his waist band, it was an old piece of Magitech, probably first gen but clearly well made - but all fight left him when she she stared deep into his eyes, mere centimeters between this noses as she did. His mouth formed words of pleading, his will sapped with his life force as Ana slowly drained him like a glass. The pure life energy flowed from her finger tips and down her arms into her chest, sending the chilling, tingling sensation her body so deeply craved - like the junkie she was pretending to be she exhaled slow as her eyes washed out in the red of her pupils, the pleasure even greater then that of absorbing a soul. The guard was soon no more then shriveled skin and lifeless, marble like eyes staring back at her. Ana scoffed, hating herself for how easy she gave into the pleasures of her powers - but at the same time shaking as the sensation faded and the Negative Energy that was her very essence overwhelmed that of the life energy she devoured. Dropping the dry corpse she fished through his clothing with trained speed, stripping the corpse down bare and stripping herself down in turn, soon she was wearing the dark black jeans, gray tshirt and black jacket the guard himself wore - the only different the short platform boots of her old attire, the male elf's feet a bit too large for her. She had the revolver in her right hand, going over its functions as if it was something she had done hundreds of times. A Sword Industries Cavalier, street slang for it was 'Sword' for its sword like hilt texture and angle, causing the user to have to bend their wrist unnaturally to aim it well - of course the original had a much longer barrel and a bayonet permanently affixed to the end, an early design when the confidence in Magitech projectile weaponry wasn't trusted as much as the blade. At some point in its life this particular model had its bayonet chopped off and barrel shortened to a snub nose, but it was no hack job. A professional had modified and cared for this gun, and while a few years in the hands of a ganger had worn it down some it still worked - Ana imagined the shriveled thug at her feet probably took it from some old warriors corpse. It was a direct impingement type, meaning it didn't use mana cased ammunition but instead required each cylinder to be manually loaded with mana and then that mana infused the large caliber, slow moving projectile and fired it using a Magitech spell amplified by the runes on the hammer. It was an old style, long since abandoned for mana cased ammunition which allowed even those with mana to use them and relying more on mechanical tech then raw magical power - but it would still kill an elf.
  4. Chaos breeds opportunity. [Semi-Open]

    Ana strolled confidently down the deserted street, black and red eyes casually scanning the impressive city scape with mild interest. For a city of industry the local populace certainly seemed passive at a glance, but the lingering spirits and feelings that permeated the streets told a story the empty streets could not. One such spirit drew the attention of Ana like a moth to a magitech lamp, her low platform boots 'clicking' on the concrete as she increased her pace. To Ana's Negative Energy infused eyes the spirit of this recently deceased looked like a ball of energy, fraying and warping at its edges like sparks dancing - it was the color of deep red, a sign of a death by the hand of another. Ana rose her gloved right hand to the globe of raw emotion, her fingers gently caressing it like one would the face of a lover - as she did Negative Energy oozed from her hand, drilling into the spirit with such force it caused the ball to spasm, rapidly shifting forms wildly in every direction as if in severe agony. "Mhmmm." Ana murmured, her eyes seeming to glow a brighter shade of red as she suddenly released her touch on the spirit - all it once it took shape, its formless shape taking the form it held in life. An elf in his early years formed, his eyes darting and wild he began to understand what had happened to him - his limbs were twisted and wrong, their angles unnatural, his face was half crushed and his chest was caved in, death by fall. Ana did not speak to the spirit as it began to stammer at her, pleading for answers as to how or why it remained in the mortal realm - instead she embraced it. The spirit did not resist, and soon its energy poured into her like water into a cup - her red pupils widening like saucers as the sensation overwhelmed her with endorphins the likes of which no drug could ever hope to replicate. Like a slide show the spirits last moments played across Ana's mind, his pleading with another elf man holding a gun, the telltale feeling of falling as he was kicked off the edge and the sickening crunch as his life left him. It was this last sensation that nearly caused Ana to fall, her body letting out a soft shake as the spirit left her. Her lips quivered as the heat returned to her limbs, the shivering subsiding and the pleasure of it all with it - her mind lay still for a moment as it 'rebooted' from the powerful sensation. "Ythwal, you have something I need." She mused, the image of the armed man pushing the other off burned in her mind, his face and name, his relationship with the deceased as supplier and dealer all she needed to know. With purpose Ana left the lingering spirit, her stroll predatory as she stalked toward the slum district just three blocks ahead. Ythwal Jerrick, drug supplier, arms dealer and leader of the Elf gang the Forests Cry was a middle tier gang boss in Hell's Gate - the recent economic worries and social tensions raising him up and as he did purging some of his less 'desirable' employees as his business expanded - because when everyone was hopeless, drugs became a popular escape. His role as Elf Boss had expanded, his gang selling and employing any race that would prove beneficial - a power play to own the soon to be economically devastated Hell's Gate. The kind of man who would have access to the kind of things she needed, the sort of weapons one of her skill set craved - and at the low low price of his and his little crew of wannabes blood. Ana's stern features flashed a smile, she was going to enjoy this. [If you'd like to join me, all I ask is you PM me first so we can discuss it.]
  5. Superheroes in a fantasy setting

    Hero Killer Stain was a bit 'Vigilante' in his type, if not twisted to the absolute extreme. They just called him villain, outside the law means you are such. MHA plays black and whites inside a gray world, interestingly. It tends to show a black and white good and evil while having many of the characters fit more into a gray category. Hero Killer Stain, the 'burned' kid who hasn't shown up much in anime yet, Bakugo, the number 2 hero Endeavor being not so subtly hinted at abusing his wife, etc etc etc. I believe that is intentional - the laws are rigid and unmoving, those who don't fit into that mold are villains no matter their intention. I imagine if superpowers were real that would likely be true of reality, you either play the game or your a target for heroes - even if your cause is noble, trying to route out some perceived or real corruption. This means a number of characters in other media who would be more traditional anti-hero, coloring outside the lines and skirting the laws instead are simply 'heroes'. Characters like Bakugo, Burn Boy, Endeavor and even to some extent Hero Killer Stain would be popular, 'brooding' anti-heroes in shows like Naruto or Dragonball, bad guys with good intentions. Because the laws are loose, and they can make morally questionable choices without punishment. In MHA they MUST follow the law, so you get this interesting situation where a traditionally 'Vegeta' type character in Bakugo is more a comedic foil then a legitimate anti-hero because he can't take liberties - he can't take a different path then Midoriya or he becomes a villain. Sort of irrelevant to the conversation, but I tend to do that.
  6. Anastasie d'AubignΓ© [Complete!]

    πŸ…•πŸ…‘πŸ…˜πŸ…”πŸ…πŸ…“πŸ…’ XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ None πŸ…”πŸ…πŸ…”πŸ…œπŸ…˜πŸ…”πŸ…’ XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Renovatio Ana is unwelcome in Renovatio, her former employers 'burning' her as her tactics and calling card became more and more controversial amongst the intelligence community. Ana holds no resentment toward them, but it is reasonable to assume if her services fell into the hands of a foreign Government or dangerous organization they might send assassins or other attempt to eliminate her. πŸ…‘πŸ…žπŸ…›πŸ…”πŸ…ŸπŸ…›πŸ…πŸ…¨ πŸ…£πŸ…—πŸ…”πŸ…πŸ…“πŸ…’ XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ None
  7. Anastasie d'AubignΓ© [Complete!]

    πŸ…’πŸ…šπŸ…˜πŸ…›πŸ…›πŸ…’XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Ghost Ana is a master at controlling the sound she produces on the move, constantly aware of any material changes or obstructions in her path that might cause her to make an auditory trigger. She can slow her heart rate and breathing to such a level even under stress that she can make almost no sound, and is even capable of lowering her body heat to appear dead or dying to infrared optics or eyesight. Firearms A set of skills focused on Magitech equipment which fires a normally metal projectile at thousands of feet per second, while superficially seeming a simple skill set much of nuance to using firearms is what separates a marksman from a warrior. Ana excels primarily at short to mid range (5-200 Yards), with her Negative Energy enhanced eyes and genetically perfect reaction speed and muscle structure allowing her to almost effortlessly take on multiple other highly trained opponents from other 'operators' to armored knights to mages and anything in between. Ana has a preference to firearms classified into the 'battle' or 'assault' rifle categories though she is effectively trained in long range rifles, sub guns and pistol should the need arise. Unconventional Warfare Sometimes called 'guerrilla warfare', unconventional tactics often focus on indirect engagement of targets of a larger number or superior fighting strength. Improvised explosive devices, traps, ambushes, hostages and in Ana's cause use of undead make up the primary aspects of this war style. Designed to weigh heavily on the mind of her targets this breaks opponents not just physically but mentally, overwhelming them and allowing her to defeat a larger force often single handedly. It is not out of character for Ana to force men to fight the corpses of their greatest friends, watch in horror as half their squad dies to a Negative Energy explosion their skin shriveling or worse. Squad Tactics (Undead) Ana can micromanage her undead while simultaneously fighting, able to effectively control up to 10 undead without any strain on her own concentration. This allows her zombies, skeletons or other horrors to effectively use her skill set for themselves. This means that she could in theory equip a group of undead with firearms and effectively become an elite 11 man squad by herself, each corpse fighting and moving independently using a portion of her brains capacity for itself. A result of her genetic modifications to be exposed to and born from Negative Energy Ana is a truly deadly opponent, her undead far more dangerous then the mindless undead of an amateur Necromancer. Should she need a larger force she can delegate more and more of her brains capacity to them, effectively being able to become a battalion of soldiers if she herself can find a safe place to be completely still and defenseless. Her absolute control limit is 300 hundred undead gaining her skill, her absolute limit for 'mindless' undead is in the thousands. πŸ…œπŸ…πŸ…–πŸ…˜πŸ…’XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Necromancy Ana was genetically perfected for Necromancy, her body capable of siphoning and controlling Negative Energy like that of an ancient Lich or perhaps even greater. However due to her young age her skills are specialized into that of minion creation and control, from zombie to bone golem. She can raise undead without somatic component or word, and is able to dispel or remove lingering souls in or around corpses to allow her complete control of them. Unique to her skill set is her ability to steal control of other undead, literally making her an ideal 'anti'-necromancer, as she can easily rip control of any undead from even powerful lich with little effort. Due to her body functioning absolutely optimally at managing and processing Negative Energy she is also almost completely immune to the draining techniques common amongst Necromancy including but not limited to life drain, mana drain, disease spells and poison, and of course simple negative energy blasts. Traps Ana can create Negative Energy traps, a type of remotely detonated spell. These trap types include life drain, soul siphon, Negative Energy blast, enfeeblement and acid spray - the size and range of the trap depends on the time Ana spends on producing it. The detonation can be set to proximity, remote, pressure or even magical sense depending on target or situation. Silence Perhaps the only 'basic' magic Ana knows she can produce a field of magic about 10x10 which follows her as she moves, making everything inside the circle completely silent. Furthermore she can place this spell on things other then herself, including projectiles. This means she can effectively make her weapon completely silent, and even fire a bullet at a mages shield and have the silence effect block the mages ability to cast if their spells require chanting. Taught to her by the Terric Contractors it is one of the few spells not directly taught to her by the scientist who created her.
  8. Anastasie d'AubignΓ© [Complete!]

    πŸ…”πŸ… πŸ…€πŸ…˜πŸ…ŸπŸ…œπŸ…”πŸ…πŸ…£XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ None, her former employer was to cheap to offer her a severance package. πŸ…¦πŸ…”πŸ…πŸ…ŸπŸ…žπŸ…πŸ…’XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ None, her former employer was to cheap to offer her a severance package. πŸ…πŸ…£πŸ…£πŸ…˜πŸ…‘πŸ…”XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Renovation Dress A dress given to her as a sort of 'gift', more of a jab at her tomboyish nature then an actual gift it was the only clothes given to her after her exile from Renovatio. It is an attractive, if not 'dark' looking dress of reds and blacks with a set of shoulder pads. The legs are cut high, causing her to show more skin that she would be fully comfortable with if not for the black under suit that was part of the design. Likely to be replaced after her first mission for something more practical and less form fitting, though due to her genetic alteration none would call Ana 'shapely', more muscle then curve.
  9. The Lost - Forever [Closed]

    Teivel shuddered, his bones feeling chill for the first time since his life had faded into undeath. The Shepherd was surrounded on all sides by men in the telltale attire of the Church of Gaia, a Gaia Priest stood directly across Druilun his traditional attire a stark contrast to the rags Teivel wore. Flanking him at every angle were four more men, each covered head to toe in an unusual type of armor the likes of which Teivel had never before seen, looking a mixture of Magitech and the more traditional plate - their weapons were hammers and shields, bared from the clips and menacing him from all sides. "Foul undead, both heretic and unnatural!" The priest spit, his eyes wild and rolling around in his skull in a way that made him look almost possessed - for in a likely hood he was. Fate had grown anxious at the touch of Druilun, and for months the Hounds of Fate had been on Teivel's trail, forcing him underground and slowing the outreached hand of Druilun to the Lost. In retrospect what had lead to this situation was clearly a trap, a scene of a Lost close to his hiding spot caused Teivel to leave his hidden place - the opportunity to grow his herd to great a temptation for the exceptionally dedicated undead. What his diving had shown to be a Lost proved to be nothing more then illusion, magic of Fate greater then Teivel's own divining. Lack a spring loaded trap the Men of Gaianism surrounded Teivel, leaving him no opportunity to flee. "I mean no harm, Priest of Gaia. Our paths can be parallel, there is no single road." Teivel pleaded, his voice confident but his mind racing - death was not something Teivel feared - but the loss of his mission was a true tragedy Teivel wished nothing more then to avoid. But avoid it he could not, and without words the Paladins descended upon him with hammer and shield as the Priest began a chant. A chant Teivel deciphered far too late. "NO!" Teivel roared, channeling as much divine energy from Druilun as he could muster, his body shaking and convulsing as its already damaged limbs overloaded with immense power. He was drawing too deep into the cup of divinity, and his destruction was certain - his body like a massive conduit of energy the resulting destruction of him would expel the divine as raw kinetic energy, a glowing skeletal suicide bomb by all accounts. It was an extreme measure, an extreme one without choice - for the Priest was chanting a spell of banishment, these Fate possessed men meaning to separate his soul permanently from Druilin, to force Teivel into a place his infant God could not touch. In a horrifying display of the strength of the Strands of Fate the mind controlled paladins piled on top Teivel, using their very bodies as shields against the growing energy. Teivel's body convulsed one final moment and the threads of his physical form failed, his bones exploding in a bright blue energy so blinding it lit the entire sky for hundreds of miles, but the bodies of those poor men controlled by Fate held, absorbing the worst of the explosion. Any Lost that felt connected to Druilun even in the most basic sense would feel it all at once - the screams of Druilun deafening the Heavens for a brief moment. As the dust cleared only the Priest remained, his form torn and his breath ragged and filled with liquid - death was certain for him, and as his consciousness returned to him he cried out in shock at the scene before him. He fell to the ground in a heap, his eyes staring up to the sky and watching as the last of Teivel's soul sputtered and failed, the banishment spell shattering his divinity and trapping him forever. The priest felt his emotions grow, and for a reason he did not understand tears fell in waves as his life slowly faded from him. Druilun roared, his faceless head slamming into the water of the Grove as he peered directly onto the plane of Valucre. His 'eyes' watched his closet friend, his greatest advocate and a true piece of himself fade - powerless to stop it despite all his power. His very presence touched the dying priest, his body weeping at the gaze of the divine. Druilun briefly considered simply crushing his soul as he watched it leave his body, but The God of the Lost understood how futile it would be to punish a tool of Fate. Retracting his head from the Grove Druilun peered empty into his grove, the trees all around wilting as the peace in Druilun's heart beat its last tune. God of Neutrality, God of the Lost, Shepherds of those Abandoned by Fate no more. All it once the Grove collapsed, the edges of reality spiraling upward into the stars in strands of every color as the Grove became a kaleidoscope of energy, reality warping and shifting as Druilun ascended beyond himself. Neutrality was not the place of the divine, and Fate had saw fit to push Druilun in a single direction. Suddenly the energy became grays and blacks, dull and empty the Grove formed once more, much smaller then before. The once crystal clear lake in the center of the Grove became black as oil, Druilun no longer having any interest in peering into the mortal planes any longer. The trees were colorless, their dead and bare branches stretching into an endless darkness mere feet from the lake, a pitch black so great no sight could go beyond - for there was nothing beyond reality. The great change came to Druilun himself, once a behemoth of man and serpent, featureless but also full of life and gentle energy he was now no larger then a man, his body that of a human but featureless and gray. Where once he had a mouth to speak now there was nothing at all, blank and featureless. Across his body black energy coiled and spiraled, looking almost like hair that coiled around him like serpents, squeezing his limbs and giving him the appearance of constant motion. Druilun sat at the edge of the lake, his legs crossed and his posture hunched as his head peered down at the oil black surface. Druilun, God of the Lost was no more - all that remained was the Nameless God, God of Nothing. For in a last rebellion against Fate Druilun chose to cease rather then succumb to his anger, refusing to fall into a God of Evil as Fate demanded. Better to have never existed at all, then betray the memory of his closet friend. "Goodbye, Teivel." The Grove itself muttered, the Nameless God remaining motionless as he would for eternity. [This likely isn't the end of my infant God, but it is a good way to put him on the back burner as I get back into roleplaying.]
  10. Anastasie d'AubignΓ© [Complete!]

    πŸ…πŸ…£πŸ…£πŸ…‘πŸ…˜πŸ…‘πŸ…€πŸ…£πŸ…”πŸ…’XXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ [Name] - Anastasie d'AubignΓ© [Alias] - Necrocyte [Age] - 26 [Race] - Human (Genetic Modifications) [Place of Birth] - Babylon, Renovatio, Tellus Mater [Height] - 5'6" [Weight] - 126lbs [Eye Color] - Black sclera, red iris [Hair Color] - Black with a red highlight [Reputation] - None [Alignment] - Neutral Evil πŸ…ŸπŸ…”πŸ…‘πŸ…’πŸ…žπŸ…πŸ…πŸ…›πŸ…˜πŸ…£πŸ…¨XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Ana is a calm, calculating and somber woman. Bred and designed for a single purpose she has no attachments to family, friends or even the general concept. Unusual to one raised by such a method she feels no resentment or rebellion toward the geneticists who created her and in a round about sense raised her, instead believing her modifications and upbringing was a gift, separating her from the confines of society. When forced into social situations Ana is polite, if perhaps curt and makes no attempt to make enemies. Her tone is always even, never wavering to her baser emotions even when under scrutiny or argument. Her interests fit primarily outside of casual conversation and so she tends to remain quiet unless specifically addressed or in the rare scenario her area of interest is the focus of the conversation. Those interests include and are limited almost exclusively to Necromancy, Magitech (Especially projectile weaponry, IE firearms), squad level tactics and unconventional warfare. She has a cursory interest in terrorism and psychological warfare, seeing them as crude but effective and worth further investigation. Ana makes little effort to appear 'feminine' or use her 'feminine' wiles as it were, however her genetic modifications due give her a sort of icey beauty despite herself. The only concessions to appearance she plays upon herself is the red stripe through her short, military style haircut - a flair one of the female scientist often added to her in a pointless attempt to nurture a sense of self in the girl and one that Ana has simply maintained as a means of routine. πŸ…‘πŸ…˜πŸ…žπŸ…–πŸ…‘πŸ…πŸ…ŸπŸ…—πŸ…¨XXXXXXXβ–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€β–€ Ana was born 'Test Subject Alpha 3', an early prototype of genetically modifying humans with features that predispose them to certain fields of magic (Negative Energy in Ana's case) while also optimizing their physical capabilities, run by a rogue branch of Renovation Government. As the third of her 'genus' Ana was expected to be a failure, a test run that would likely have some deep flaw as the first two did - one exploding from intaking too much mana and other simply being empty, more corpse then life. To the scientist surprise she proved exceptionally capable, quick to learn and even eager - her modified mind quicker and more effective then even her creators. This increased intelligence resulted in a rapid maturation of her emotional state which allowed the science team to push her limits earlier then one would most children, her mind able to understand what her goal was and focus on it without distraction or desire to 'be a child' as it were. An unexpected side effect of her modifications was the effect the Negative Energy had on her physical appearance, the Necromantic energy paling her skin despite her genes being that of a perfect blend of all human races and therefore naturally 'brown' in tone. More striking was the effect it had on her eyes, the black sclera or whites of the eyes and red iris having some of the science dub her 'demonic' or otherwise 'base' evil - the magical effect on her eyes also changed more then its simple color. Her eyes began to able to 'see' magic, reading someones capacity for magical output at a glance or whether or not a soul of a recently departed lingered - it also granted her true night vision, able to pierce even magical darkness. Once her body had hit puberty she began combat training under supervision, a team of contractors from Terrenus advising her on the use of Magitech Firearms, squad tactics and eventually even live fire exercises to sharpen her skill not just a mage but as a military asset. Her affinity for the trade of Magitech Warfare was unlike her peers, the Terric contractors plying her with constant praise and soon requesting the science team allow her to get true field experience. Only fourteen her creators agreed, but in a twist of fate and perhaps to cover their tracks the mission Ana received was simple - kill her trainers and return to base. The cover mission was a simple one, drop into Alterion from high altitude airship - destroy a border village and return home without raising Alterion alarm. The mission went off without a hitch, the village dying in the dead of night at the hands of silent magitech weapons, but their corpses did not stay resting. As the team gathered in the town square to plan their extraction Ana acted, raising the corpses of the recently slain and using micromanaging them while simultaneously fighting and killing her five teachers. After her victory she then raised them as well, extracting with her new pets back to base. The science team was overjoyed, her progress unlike even her later peers in emotional stability and willingness to follow orders. Another four years passed before Renovatio caught wind of the rogue project, shutting down the lab and executing the science team. In those four years Ana had undertaken a series of solo missions, deep dropping into foreign territory solo and using her victims as weapons alongside her Magitech weaponry. So it was no surprise that when Renovatio assessed her value as a deniable asset her life was spared, assigned to a black ops command unit that had no official connection to Renovatio she spent the eight years running top secret operations, often solo with comm support at best. Almost all her missions were in border of Renovatio, the type of thing the Government wanted no direct involvement with but that benefited them. Killing of dissidents, assassinations of press and foreign dignitaries and even domestic terrorism to bolster defense budgets. Eventually her unit was abolished, citing budget but likely as a way to 'burn' the assets as Ana's calling card - the use of undead, became more and more known amongst the intelligence community. She was politely told to leave Renovatio, and so Ana fled to Terrenus - plying her trade as adventurer. Sadly her life as a convert operative came with little monetary benefit and as a result Ana is woefully under equipped, possessing no Magitech weaponry, armor and wearing only the black and red dress given to her by Renovatio as a 'thank you' for all her service. What future lies ahead of Ana is yet to be seen, but her skill set would make her valuable to any whose morals were negotiable.
  11. Don't call it a comeback.

    This title hurt me physically. Also, after quitting my job, getting another job and then also quitting that and traveling the world I'm back! Hopefully I can get back in the groove of things in the coming days and weeks!
  12. U wan sum Snek?

    Fox eyed the pair standing across from him, their cheap suits and even cheaper cologne telling him all he needed to know about his new employer - a portly man standing between the two hired thugs. He had the look of a pig given human form, draped in finery that simply did not suit him. "You come highly praised, Mr. Fox." The little pig man said, rubbing the ring on his right index finger greedily. "I require someone of your, ehm, skillset to handle a probl-" Before the pig could ever hope to continue his train of thought all hell broke loose. Fox reacted almost immediately as the building began to shake horrifically, drawing the muzzle of his slung rifle upward and scanning the shaking room for potential threats. It didn't take long for the building to begin to fail, its wooden walls crashing in on itself as the floor split down the center. Fox charged the nearest window, firing at it as he did before diving through it - what he saw of the outside of Lunaris caused him to pale. It seemed the massive tree the city was built upon was in upheaval, sending it crashing toward the ground below. Fox's sharp eyes assessed the situation as best he could and decided the situation was hopeless, allowing his rifle to fall back to its single point slung position Fox took careful steps toward the edge of the nearest railing. It was at that moment that what appeared to be a winged man burst from above, nose diving fast - trailed by a slow traveling flash of light. "Baise-moi." Fox muttered to himself, realizing that the simple covert job he had taken had just turned into a giant shit show. The Xer-orians were a big enough complication, but this was so far out of his pay grade Fox considered just jumping and visiting Emillia in the afterlife. "Pas aujourd'hui." Fox yelled, turning away from the railing and looking for a strong foothold to ride out the rapid descent of the massive tree. It was at that moment that Fox spotted the pig man and his two guards scurrying toward an alcove in the massive tree. Bringing the muzzle of his slung rifle upward Fox calmly fired two shots, compensating for the shaking surroundings perfectly. The barrel of the black rifle suddenly lit up in stages, starting from the hand guard and up toward the muzzle strange runes flashed and then held, before receding and then starting once more for the second shot. The projectile that loosed from the strange firearm was not unique, a simple pointed metal slug flying at thousands of feet per second. Both men fell hard, and while it was likely none would notice in the chaos the utter silence of the rifle assured no one would notice it was Fox who had killed them. Charging the pig faced man he forced him at gun point to lead the way, and soon the pair were hunkered down in a steel reinforced bunker in a natural alcove of the tree, a sort of concealed panic room. "We ride this out and I'll pay you double for the job." The pig man spit over the screams of the dying and the harsh sound of cracking wood. Fox didn't even respond as he removed a large knife from the holster across the back of his waist - he drove the knife slow into the pig faced criminal, keeping eye contact as he did so. Fox wiped the blood off on the mans expensive clothing, pocketing his rings before bracing the body against the door of the panic room and sliding himself to the far right corner. It was going to be a bumpy ride, and damned if he was going to have to take that ride with a pig. [Fox is a pure human with some magical equipment, so I took some liberties so he would survive the initial tree fall. Hope that is acceptable.]
  13. Callsign "Fox" [WIP]

    Wuxiang, Kenneth Ellis Renovation Babylon, Renovatio, Tellus Mater FULL NAME (Last, First, Middle) NATIONALITY P.O.B Male Blonde Brown 5'7" 4/23/2 AO SEX HAIR EYES HEIGHT D.O.B (Terric Calender) "Fox", James Xian, Katagawa Himura 23 Lao Street, Hell's Gate, Terrenus KNOWN ALIAS LAST KNOWN ADDRESS CRIMINAL RECORD Renovatio; Sealed after enlistment into CUR. Alterion; Nil, no official record of ever visiting. Elendaron; Nil, no official record of ever visiting. Terrenus; Nil, frequent vacation location - assumed current location. Genesaris; Nil, no official record of ever visiting. KNOWN ASSOCIATES Wuxiang, Arthur. (Brother. Civilian, no suspicious activity.) Elempt, Emillia. (Ex-Girlfriend. Terrenus Military Private, assumed deceased. Surveillance of their interactions showed no security leaks.) EVALUATION Fox served admirably in CUR, personally leading two operations and serving well under β– β– β– β– β– β– β–  before that. Initial reports on his vacation time spent in Terrenus sparked questions, further worried by his apparent love affair with Terrenus Military Private, Emillia Elempt. Surveillance of his movements and interactions showed no leaks of classified material and a strong desecration in his loyalties. During his first leading operation, Operation β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β–  he lead well, sacrificing his personal feelings to complete the mission. However he showed a noticeable drop in morale afterwards, he lead one more operation before requesting his discharge from CUR. His request was granted with honors, and he has since left Renovation soil to return to Terrenus. He frequently visits the grave of Private Elempt, also known as β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β– . Recent surveillance shows he has begun to practice his marksmanship once more and seems to be acquiring equipment to return to the fighting life - apparently as a freelance contractor according to Agent β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β–  who has had covert contact. Recommendation is removal of surveillance assets and cleaning of records to prevent a trail leading back to involvement with β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β–  and potential conflicts of interest. KNOWN STRENGTHS [WIP] REFERENCES [WIP] NOTES [WIP] COMPILED BY Special Agent Khali Ispwit, also known as β– β– β– β– β– β– β– β– .
  14. [OOC] An Unintentional Awakening

    I'm about half way done with a post - sorry for the wait!
  15. [OOC] An Unintentional Awakening

    I'll provide a profile once they are done, but basically at the core they are a firearms user. I'll finish the character tonight, I probably won't get to an introduction to Taen post or a first post in the event itself for a day, two at the most.