Name: Alan White
Nickname: Shadow knight
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero
Power: The ability to transform into a knight, raven and wolf. He also has the weapon the knights use (Sword/shield, or bow/quiver)
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Hunger: 100/100
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Description: 5"4, lean, 140, brown, bluish-green, Caucasian skin
Bio: Alan was a normal teen-age boy who found him self in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was living in Washington state at the time before he got his ability to transform. He was walking home from his old job at McDonald's when he was grabbed by the military. He was gagged and blinded-folded and throw into the back of the military hummer, where they drove to a undisclosed location. They inject the anti-body into him and put him in a cell, to wait for the effects to activate. When the effect to hold they came back and saw a wolf in the cell, they were about to call him a fail when a doctor said he changed again. They went back to the cell and saw a raven in the there. After that they decided to wait to see what else he would do an he did his third transformation, where they saw a knight in black and silver armor in the cell. But this form had weapons which were us to escape. Now he is living New York, hoping to forget what had happened to him.
Personality: Kind, smart, honorable, hate those you endanger the defenseless.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Black shirt, Black jeans, running shoes.
Weapons: Pocket knife (for use when he is not in any of his forms)
Equipment: Flash light, black leather wallet, a watch.
Aid: None
Other: Car keys, DS
The man laughs again. "Well, Alan, I've come here to try and save you and everyone else like you. And you should know what I mean when I say 'like you.' Government's hunting us down, and we need to stand up to the sick people that work with it. So how's that for an offer?"
Name: Blue Wing
Nickname: Blue
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Animal communication
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 85/100
Hunger: 90/100
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Description: Short, skinny, light, long black hair, Black eyes.
Bio: he was always nice and friendly but somehow also different. didnt have a good relationship with his family and was considered the black sheep. hopes to find some friends he can love and trust.
Personality: Gentle, shy, quiet, calm, likes animals and nature. Different from most people and even though he's friendly, he bonds better with animals.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: T-shirt, jeans
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
"This place is...a haven, for people with...well, special abilities and skills. Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough. Just come with me." You follow the man, and he leads you to a room in the back of the 'lounge' that has it's doorway wide open. He leads you inside, and the gets out of the room and closes the door behind him. Looking around the room you have been lead to, you see that you are alone with another man in a suit that is sitting behind a desk currently in front of you. There is a chair on your side of the desk to, and the man gestures for you to take a seat there. "Blue, you're finally here. It took us a while to find you."
Name: Vladimir
Nickname: N/A
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Blood Manipulation
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Hunger: 100/100
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Description: 6"3, Muscular
Bio: Vladimir was an usual mercenary, fighting in wars just for the pay and the fun of it. He rose thru the ranks and started to lead his own mercenary group, the Crimson Military. After a mission went wrong and his transport (a helicopter) got shot down, he awoke among the dead bodies of some of his men, inside a huge temple. He explored the depths of the temple, until he reached a huge altar made of blood itself. Vladimir was drawn in by the blood and entered the altar. The altar altered the very liquid of his life: his blood. When he returned, his mercenary group was destroyed by paid Death Squads. He was captured by them.
Personality: Chaotic Neutral, very selfish and paranoid
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Gas mask with red goggles, black trenchcoat, military boots, black military cap.
Weapons: Katana
Equipment: Flashlight, Lighter
Aid: None
Other: None
((Of course ^^ Just note that I did take out a part of your equipment.))
You wake up realizing that you are tied to a chair unable to move. There is a single light hanging from the room's ceiling, and right under it is a table with the gas mask and katana that you would usually have in your possession. You sit there in front of the table for a few seconds before you hear footsteps, before watching a door open from the other side of the room. A man comes in wearing rather casual clothing, and he approaches the table. "Hello, Vladimir. How are you today?"
Name: Charlie Hewitt
Nickname: None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero
Power: Biological structure manipulation
Health: 92/100
Stamina: 90/100
Hunger: 95/100
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Description: 6'1, scrawny, black hair, blue eyes, pale skin
Bio: Charlie was originally a US Marine, straight out of Germantown, Pennsylvania. However, half of his unit was killed during a surprise attack. A suicide bomber had exploded on the gate killing four men. A large group of hostiles had entered through the gate, causing a large fire-fight. Afterwards, Charlie was nearly killed, and injected with the antibody to save his life.
Personality: Good-natured, talkative, easily-angered, (gotta love those Germans) and he doesn't like snobs or brats.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 2
Fame: 2
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Money: $500
Clothing: Black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes.
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
The man stares at you for a second, not quite sure what to make of that. "Uhuh...right... And...why, exactly, did he want to kill you and take down a whole building while doing so?" The man on your shoulder starts moving slightly, he's waking up.
Name: Jericho Williams
Nickname: Drago
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Heightened stamina, senses, strength and agility.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 95/100
Hunger: 90/100
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Description: Normal stature, muscular, black hair, shaved.
Bio: Found in the desert by an ex soldier at the age of two, Drago grew up in the Arena, a trading post and a place where most mercenaries, or men looking to flee from justice, rest and occasionally battle in brutal pit fights for money. He, thanks to the training of his adoptive father Dante, became one of the best fighters and mercenaries of the city. He got his powers after a revolution against the former governor, due to being the test subject of an experimental serum.
Personality: Always joking and taking things in a non-serious manner. He's the type of guy that would punch Death just to laugh at it's face.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $487
Clothing: Sunglasses, black leather jacket with a blue shirt under. Jeans and boots.
Weapons: Betty [A modified revolver capable of shooting 10 .308 rounds per magazine at a quick rate](10/10)
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
((XP Someone's going to make a great government hacker one day.))
The man informs you that the only things that you can eeally buy without a license or semi-automatic pistols, hunting rifles, and tranquilizer rifles and pistols.
Name: Zinnaora Pendragon
Nickname: Dark Lady Wolf (Heroic title) or Zin(by friends and family)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Hero
Power: Shadow/darkness manipulation
Health: 85/100
Stamina: 70/100
Hunger: 75/100
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Description: She is of average height and weight for a 23 year old. She is built like a man when it comes to the muscles and shoulders. She has black hair that is wavy and kept short. Her eyes are a midnight blue and her skin has the color of someone who loves to be outdoors.
Bio: Zinnaora's mom is a human, and her dad comes from a long line of knights. Neither parent expected their daughter to be born with powers. This made growing up hard for not only was Zinnaora teased for obvious things but also for her powers. This drove her to be the hero that she is now. Zinnaora has been fighting evil for the last six years under the name of Dark Lady Wolf.
Personality: Loyal, easy to anger, playful, quiet, smart
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $175
Clothing: Tan hiking boots, camouflaged shirt and pants (w/ a simple leather belt), a necklace that has the fang of a wolf on it and a cross
Weapons: Antique samurai sword, pepper spray, pocket knife, switchblade
Equipment: 5 ft. of rope
Aid: None
Other: None
A few medium-sized groups approach you, still looking tense, but they do not attack, though look as if their quite ready to.
Name: Justin Erwin
Nickname: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Electromagnetism
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Hunger: 100/100
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Description: 6ft. 2in., Brown Hair, White Skin, Electric Blue Eyes, 220 lbs.
Bio: Justin was walking down main street with his girlfriend Sarah Curtis when an odd chain of events happened. Some Aurora Lights that were way down south from the North Pole combined with a lightning strike and hit Justin square in the chest. Sarah was unaffected but Justin was unconscious...he should have been dead.
Personality: Kind, caring, hopeful, determined.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Mountain Dew Shirt (with sweatshirt when it's cold), Blue Jeans (cold weather) Cargo Shorts (warm weather), Hiking Boot-Tennis Shoe mix.
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: Pack of Five Orbit Gum
Other: None
He looks at you for a second more before turning away and looking around the restaurant. "Now, it's time to get you back to work." He gets up from the chair he was in and heads towards the men's restroom, going inside with you and the two men from earlier following at his command. He goes up to the far sink in the bathroom relative to the door, and presses his finger on the faucet there. "You'd be surprised how much is happening right under the civilians' noses, Justin." There is a short beep, and the wall next to the sink opens up to reveal an elevator from the looks of it. The man goes inside, and you follow, with the two other men staying behind at the door. The man presses a button, and the elevator starts heading downwards.