Lugh SonkenStill posed over the fallen grunt's body, you lift your heel upwards, leg straight, and drop it down on the pile of guns at your feet, snapping them to pieces.
Alright boys, I'm feeling charitable.. Tell me who this Dio fellow is and why he wants my head on a wall, and I'll let you go. One guy throws himself on the ground before you.
H-he sent us after you! To get those! He points at your hands, and the cestus. You look at them, then ask him quickly.
Why? He shakes his head.
He told us to kill you, then get the fists. That's all! He was very clear! B-but we don't need the money, right guys?!! The others nod quickly. He looks back at you, smiling nervously.
I don't, uh, I don't know if it's important but.. That symbol.. He trails off.
Eric MortlockThe two of you stand up, and the young man waits for you to head for the door before following very closely. As soon as you open the door and step into the darkened street he grabs you by the shoulder and throws you to one side, kicking the door shut behind him. You roll over as he throws open the front of his coat, revealing a compact single barrel shotgun held in his right hand. He kicks you hard.
Get up. The streets of the tiny desert ville are deserted at this time of night. He stares steadily at you while removing something from his pocket with his free hand and gesturing towards the alley with his shotgun.
In there. Hands open, away from your body, stay facing me. You obey, walking backwards towards the alley while keeping your arms outstretched.
Stop. You're both standing just out of arm's reach, facing one another in the middle of the pitch black alleyway. He takes the thing he removed from his pocket and drops it on the sand at your feet.
Pick it up. He raises the shotgun slightly.
Cavendish "Boss the Cavalier" WalesRoger that, boss! Most of the men calmly man their stations, a few continue the dice game unabashed. The intercom squawks.
All loaded up, boss. We're ready to go! You nod and step towards the center of the bridge.
Right! Start her up! The pilot, a skinny, dark-skinned young man smeared with oil grease, grins widely beneath his too large cap and goggles, flicking a few switches on his control panel before easing the output levers forward. The Earl rumbles and there's a sensation of weightlessness as the air cushions power up.
Launch!! Aye boss, launching!The Earl eases forward, and you take your seat at the captain's throne, letting your tea boil in the cup.
The Cavaliers travel out of the heart of the Ymr towards the desert proper, where the dunes were less wild and the terrain was much flatter. After a few minutes your sensor guys have a report. The lead engineer leans back in his chair and calls out.
It's definitely a fixed-wing aircraft. Sonar's picking up two, maybe three props. It's pretty small for having so many engines. This profile is abnormal and it's moving slow for being so small. They've got some kinda payload onboard. They're heading lateral to us, but we could catch up to them easy.Kyle JohnsonYou stow your binoculars and pull the glove back on, then slide down the declining dune. You come out of the slide in a lupine bound, gliding towards the camp so low to the ground your chest grazes the sand. No one sees you. Within seconds you're inside the camp, pressed up against one of the tents. You crouch near the lip of the wall, and with your extremely sensitive hearing you detect low breathing coming from the interior.
Name: Lugh Sonken
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Appearance: Well fed. Keeps a shaved head and beard. He sports a ratty collared leather jacket with an image of a snake emerging from turtles shell on the back and a grimy pair of shades.
Ambition: HE'S going to be the man to conquer the world. Not those fucking Nazi pricks
Circumstances: He was born into a family of criminals and he spent his youth raiding and extorting various businesses within the slums of some coastal cities. People called them the "Land Locked Raiders" and they terrorized a certain costal city. Eventually a joint effort of vigilantes, bounty hunters, and rival criminals sought to snuff out the Sonken family once and for all.
All he has to his name is his leather Jacket, shades, and his trusty pair of cestus emblazoned with a steel and jeweled Sonken family emblem, a sun with a X made of two great spears. His great grandfather used to tell him that the Sonken family emblem represented some sort of artifact his ancestors apparently stole from an angry Sun God that swore revenge, and that its visage had some sort of mystical property. Ever since Lugh got his spark, he feels...closer to the gloves for some reason.
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HoomanAlright!Stuff -
Ratty Emblematic Leather Jacket, Old Jeans, Grimy Shades, Family CestusReddish Spice [valuable hallucinogenic powder; handful]
Martial PyrosFlaming Fists
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Name: Eric Mortlock
Gender: Male
Age: Mid 30's
Appearance: Wears black full body armor(up to neck), a quarter elf who has slightly elongated ears, and slight elven body structure, has ice blue eyes, and long brown hair. Armor is made out of thickish Kevlar.
Ambition: He recently escaped from the hell that was the Siegliech Empire. They abducted him and forced him into the military when he was a young man. He seriously disliked them for their torturing methods to keep him fighting in said godforsaken military. So he decided he was going to take them out. He realized he didn't stand a chance, so he became an alcoholic and drank away his problems.
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Sub ElfLookin' Good!Stuff -
Kevlar Body ArmorBig Slugs [5x]
Repeater Slugs [20x]
Power? ? ?
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Name: Cavendish "Cavalier" Wales
Gender: Male
Age: 83
Race: Squishy hooman of course!! But with Metal reinforcements through most of their body.
Appearance: Smokin', naturally! But leaning on the side of wiry...
Ambition: What drives you to develop this strange new power?! Trained their entire life to be the best, and not going to let anything stop them now!
Circumstances: A veteran of countless battles, they have crossed the world to prove that they can save the noble natives.
Cav personally possesses a deceptively-light but dense-looking form which conceals various structural augmentations using a mysterious material that was installed early in their life when they volunteered as a test subject for an experimental program. Some unusual property of the material seems to retard the aging process, but sadly the site was apparently destroyed shortly after the procedure took place, and Cavalier was never informed as to precisely what the material was.
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HoomanA-Okay!Reinforced SkeletonNo Wrinkles!Cavalier BossStuff -
Cavalier Bossman Long Coat, Cavalier Bossman Kepi Cavalier Bossman Proton Cutlass
The Grey Earl -
Range:Infinite Load:Massive[5x] 200MJ A/G Automated Defence Lasers
[1x] 5,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000MJ
The Backdown Proto Destructor Beam
Dated Laser Rifle [∞]
Dated Laser Pistol [∞]
Carboxyde Cartridges [∞]
Scrap Alloy [∞]
Buddies1000 Cavalier Cav Desert Militants [battle tested]
PowerHot Touch
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Name: Kyle Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Half Hellhound
Appearance: The misguided, antisocial male half-Hellhound herbologist with unexpected depths. His hair and eyes are red. He appears as an 'humanized' version of his non-human parent, but it is an attractive, not monstrous appearance.
Ambition: Hehe, BURN THOSE FUCKING NAZIS THAT KILLED MY PARENTS. The world will be purified with flames.
Circumstances: On the coast near a small encampment of Seigs staking out the location for a raid.
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Bastard HellhoundMade of Lava!Stuff -
Heatproof Combat Webbing, Heatproof GlovesGLINT Spot/Motion Binoculars
Precision Shoulder Laser [1000/1000]
Carboxyde Superheavy Cartridges [1x]
Hi-Ex Self-Propelled Disc [5x; thrown]
PowerHot Touch
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