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[escaped lurker]

"Well... not saying that you are wrong per se - not that I would know better, and it sounds plausible enough. Still, I am quite sure that some of us are already proving old einsteins most famous theory wrong, inadequate, or to be at least even more complicated than he though. So, what I am getting at is - You might want to pick another smart guy to quote."
He shrugged slightly.
"Quote is still true though."

[Dwarmin]

"I was thinking more along the lines of futuristic and biological weaponry."

Aeon glares at him, wondering if he's being dense on purpose. Then she turns away.

"A place out in the countryside huh? Hah... Sounds nice, but these guys don't even treat their heroes that well. Seems like a fantasy to expect them to treat their monsters so nicely. Even if we survive the meatgrinder they are going to be throwing us into we ain't coming back to anything but the barrel of a gun."

Aeon seems to return to herself a second of dead silence.

"Of course. We all have our delusions, though, don't we?" She said, wishing she had a pill-now, right now, to make the voices go quiet...

"All I know is they gave me a cause to fight for, and I probably won't go hungry as long as I do my job. What comes after, I try not dwell on it."

He shrugged slightly.
"Quote is still true though."

For a moment, a flush of warmth.

"Humm, what about 'He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster?'

You think old Nietzsche had people like us in mind when he thought of that?" She says, a crooked smile on her face.

[escaped lurker]

"Hmm.. nah, probably not. Truth be told, I only read one of his books, over 10 years ago - And thus speaks Zarathustra, I think? Either way, he seemed real gung-ho about the capabilities of humans, their potential. Or rather, he seemed to mostly be on the case about the inadequate effort that goes into that potential?"
He shrugs anew.

[kj1225]

"I prefer that quote from the bible. You know, about shadows and valleys?"
Kyle says jokingly.

[Pencil_Art]

Darev stops talking, but continues to toss the knife because he has nothing better to do.

[escaped lurker]

"Hmm-no. Not sure what you are getting at. Never read more of that one than what we were forced to read in elementary school."
Bjarke smirks slightly.
"Needless to say, even that is a good while back. Feel free to enlighten me, unless it is too preachy."

[Pencil_Art]

"I wasn't trying to be dense on purpose, sorry, and no, I can't read your mind."

[kj1225]

Kyle sighs.
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."

[Pencil_Art]

"I feel like I am obliged to say that that was a good quote."

[sjm9876]

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

In future, can actions that require GM input be bolded
Makes it much easier for me to keep up.
having said that, I may have missed a few actions from this round.

I would also heavily appreciate if people could put a quick repost of their sheets, with updated inventories, spoilered in their next post.

Weaponry is gathered, and inspected. Whilst most are simple, some are more unusual.
Possibly the least familiar is the minigun. It has no clear magazine, and instead appears to be fed from a chain. The end of the chain is squared off neatly, and fits in one of the reloader's slots, presumably providing a continuous stream of ammunition.
The grenade launcher is also somewhat unlike the others in that it has conventional ammunition. 6 rounds can be loaded simultaneously into a revolving cylinder. Whilst it should allow grenades to travel much further, they still have an arming time, and a missed shot can cause somewhat more collateral damage.
The warhammers and shortswords are also something of a surprise. They appear to have seen use before, which certainly raises some questions.


Shortly, further instructions come through the tannoy.
"In front of you there should be an exit from the current yard. Beyond this you will find a practice area, which has been set out to allow you to fully demonstrate your abilities in a range of tactical situations. It is monitored as thoroughly as this area.
Once you enter the area, you will pass into an open space. Please wait here and await further instruction."

[Shadestyle]

Daniel Stands still for about a minute, before seemingly registering the voice and entering the practice area.

Spoiler: Edit (click to show/hide)

Name: Daniel Stonley
Country of origin: Amarica
Monster ancestor: Bahamut

Potentials
You have 500 points of potential to distribute. Nice multiples of ten are appreciated.

Strength: 90 - fairly obvious: affects hit chance / damage with melee weapons, and smask=hing stuff.
Constitution: 300 - how much damage you can take, resistance to poison and disease, and endurance.
Dexterity: 10 - Ability to dodge melee attacks, and stealth and stealth related abailities.
Charisma: 90 - Social skills, the ability to charm and manipulate.
Perception: 10 - How sharp your senses are, and how steady your aim with firearms is
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5%
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Beginning trait: Delayed reaction, He does not react to pain or damage quickly, and poisons, while just as effective, also take longer to traverse his bloodstream. This causes his damage to not be marked down until a few turns later in combat, and status effects to have a delayed reaction before beginning.

Description: A Tall and well muscled african American, with major anger issues and a slight mental retardation, which causes him to seemingly lash out at people for no reason, when in reality is it because of things that he remembers people doing or saying, that he at the time was unable to realize. aside from his delayed reaction to verbal and physical provocation he is of average intelligence.

Backstory: After an especially bloody series of murders, attempts were made to subdue and capture him, although causing any immediate harm was difficult, eventually through looking at his medical records, they simply locked him up before he realized that they had attacked. after a long conversation, over several days, he agreed to join this group in an effort to escape a life prison sentence, or even death.

His childhood was full of trauma that he was not able to respond to, the attacks and insults of bullies seemed to wash over him like water off a duck's back, But in reality, he was only "Human" and felt the full pain of their actions and words later, driving him to become a very hateful person, willing to do anything to Retaliate at his Bullies. His thick skinned attitude eventually led them to simple leave him alone, but by then it was too late, he was in the full throes of anger at sleights that to him seems as though they were now happening. Expelled from his school for no less than an outright beatdown without provocation, he took to crime, landing a rather cushy job at punch drunk boxing competitions, but the insulting nature of this sport only drove him further into the depths of slow rage against all the people around him.

Inventory:
Shotgun
Warhammer
Minigun
Grenade
Scope

[kj1225]

Spoiler: Woo! It's a good thing I have seventh sacntum bookmarked! (click to show/hide)

 Name: Kyle 'Vladamir' Johnson
Country of origin:   Ireland, raised in America.
Monster ancestor:  Vampire

Potentials You have 500 points of potential to distribute. Nice multiples of ten are appreciated.

Strength: 100 - fairly obvious: affects hit chance / damage with melee weapons, and smashing stuff.
Constitution: 100 - how much damage you can take, resistance to poison and disease, and endurance.
Dexterity: 100 - Ability to dodge melee attacks, and stealth and stealth related abilities.
Charisma: 100 - Social skills, the ability to charm and manipulate.
Perception: 100 - How sharp your senses are, and how steady your aim with firearms is
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5% -----

Beginning trait: Like Kyle's ancestors Kyle can drink blood to rejuvanate himself. It doesn't have to be blood though, if in a pinch he can suck life force straight from an artery or through an area where the blood vessles are near the surface.

Description:  Kyle is Catholic. He's also incredibly religious. His body is covered in tattoos including the names of fallen friends and family, crosses, and and mythical beasts. His favorite one is a vampire reaching for a bleeding heart on his cheek. Kyle, for what it's worth looks like one of the boondock saints in terms of build and manner of speaking. He also has read eyes and hollow incisors.

Backstory: Kyle may have more similarities with the Boondock Saints than he likes to talk about. For example he used to drink blood from criminals, the worst of the worst, rapers, child abusers, murderers, stuff like that. But, eventually he broke down after a personal event happened that he refuses to talk about. He just turned himself in one day and let them lock him up. That said, he thinks of this as a chance to redeem himself from god.. He also requested that they never let him out of handcuffs unless he's doing work.

X2016 pistol: Small
A knife: Small
And a Long Rifle: Large.

Kyle goes into the next room.

[Dwarmin]

Aeon draws her shotgun, and moves forward in a combat crouch. She expects the worst is to come.

Action: Enter the next area

Spoiler: Aeon, the Hydra (click to show/hide)

Country of origin: Greece
Monster ancestor: Hydra ((http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lernaean_Hydra))

Potentials

Strength: 100
Constitution: 150
Dexterity: 100
Charisma: 100
Perception: 50
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5%
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Beginning trait: Aeon's most simple trait is her ability to rapidly regenerate from wounds and injury-when she's harmed, her flesh heals much faster than a normal person, though not infallibly-enough damage could in theory overwhelm and destroy her entirely. She can even recover from death in a fashion, even from things such as sickness and starvation...not that it means she suffers any less, as this requires her to die and be reborn, over and over-and these effects might "kill" her anyway, allowing a new incarnation to seize control of her mind, erasing her personality. Like her scaly ancestor, her powers are weakened/negated by fire.

Description: Mental/Aeon's mind is fractured, in every sense of the word...but, not exactly broken. She retains a sort of multiple personality disorder-whenever she undergoes a true brain death, the mind that regrows is almost an entirely new person, retaining some skills and strong memories-every incarnation, another head. She still yet maintains her self, and her name, even as her circumstances force her to change perspective. Aeon has nearly a dozen of them that she knows of.

Her current incarnation is a naive, passive personality-born after she died while being taken of on the marble floor of a Church in Madrid. She is generally kind and empathetic, has stronger memories of her first life, and identifies strongly with the allied cause she believes is right. Her instructors have found her easy to manipulate and control, especially with drugs-Aeon is currently a morphine addict, a sin her contollers allow her to "hide" as long as keeps up her performance. Aeon regrets being captured, but her current mind is more or less consigned to serving in the war, and for the first time hopeful. Given her first view was religious iconography she retains, if not a faithful bent, a deterministic one-that all things matter, that it's all happening for some reason.

She has, up till now, been able to keep her other 'incarnations' under control, with drugs and a version of therapy...unfortunately, not all of them are keen to stay that way-some of them are more or less passive, others brave warriors, deranged killers, feral survivors, or hopeless weepers. Her other minds can break through, affecting her actions, or perhaps controlling her entire. She tries hard to keep them down.

Physical/Aeon is an ordinary looking woman of 18 years, with rich olive skin, very dark brown hair, and wide set, startlingly bright green eyes that often dart about unsettlingly, or even change hues in different light. Her skin is smooth and unblemished-indeed, for anyone who has known her for longer than a year will note she barely seems to age at all. Her body is long and lithe, and she moves quick and supple smooth, almost bonelessly...just so much that one feels uneasily that she is a bit more than human, though one can't place an exact reason why. There is a strong, but not unpleasant, sweetly smell about her at times, one that changes based on her mood-it grows bitter and cloying when she is afraid, or angry.

Backstory: Her mother called her something she can't remember, but when she tries to remember all she can recall is-"Aeon"-life and being, a sense of time. The monster was born in the midst of the evacuation of Athens, as the bombs screamed, and the guns rattled. The child died, of course, as most of them did. Was it a bullet, a bomb, a rifle butt? Or lack of food? COld Weather? Sickness brought on by bad water?

All that matters is that ...the monster lived. Aeon lived. Even as everyone died around her. Her curse was to live.

...

The monster grew in crowded refugee camps and broken cities. She remembered her past, and the sound of clocks, golden light and warm bread. She remembered the men who had broken that, and hated them. She knew they couldn't hurt her. No one could hurt her. Not for long anyway.

She died, over and over. Bombs, bullets, rifle butts. Plagues and starvation.

She learned to be more careful...she learned to be afraid of fire...

The Hydra is reborn.

...

Aeon couldn't truly be killed (easily), but she could be contained. The whispers about the girl who could take bullets, and walk away couldn't be ignored. A perfect soldier. Unstoppable. A monster.

They caught her.

All they had to do was lure her to the camp with the scent of warm bread.

Inventory:
X2016 pump action shotgun, Size M
3xGrenades, Size S
Combat Knife, Size S

[SOLDIER First]

Chiroko enters the practice area with Ven.

[~Neri]

Spoiler: Ven the Kumiho (click to show/hide)

Name: Ven, No known last name.
Country of origin: Korea
Monster ancestor: Kumiho

Potentials
You have 500 points of potential to distribute. Nice multiples of ten are appreciated.

Strength: 70 - fairly obvious: affects hit chance / damage with melee weapons, and smask=hing stuff.
Constitution: 80 - how much damage you can take, resistance to poison and disease, and endurance.
Dexterity: 100 - Ability to dodge melee attacks, and stealth and stealth related abailities.
Charisma: 150 - Social skills, the ability to charm and manipulate.
Perception: 100 - How sharp your senses are, and how steady your aim with firearms is
Willpower: 100 (cannot add points)

Attunements all begin at 5%
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Beginning trait: Enchanting Voice. Oftentimes creatures listening to Ven speak lose their sense of reason and occasionally fall under her sway for a period of time, this affects both humans and animals, although it's less likely to affect animals. Those who recover and aren't killed by her have reported that they felt everything appeared normal while under her sway, leading to the belief that the spoken word simply triggers illusions and a pseudotrance. Due to this, she remains gagged when not in her cell or training.

Description: Ven is about 5'6, long straight orangish brown hair down to her butt, bright yellow eyes and fairly lean. If you look closely, there are faint purple ethereal wisps of Something concentrated around her tailbone and upper part of her head. They tend to grow more defined when she talks. She's rather smart and most would call her attractive, although she isn't the strongest. She tends to rely on her wit and voice to get things done. Her mental state could be described as psychopathic. The only loyalty she has is to herself and the very small few she calls friends. She's extremely cautious with trust and has a deep set resentment for pretty much everyone, especially authority, likely aggravated by her extreme fear of abandonment and her treatment by staff during her stay at the orphanage. She may be vulnerable to bullets, but her voice is nothing to mess with.

Backstory: Ven was obviously "different" at birth. For one, she was born with a full set of sharp nasty looking teeth, another oddity was a faint ethereal wisp of.. Something. It was indistinct at the time. Her parents, being the superstitious farmers they were, had her placed in an orphanage, not having it in them to plop her in the woods to starve to death.

As she grew older, the oddities grew more pronounced. The faint ethereal wisp became more noticeable and concentrated near the top of her head and near her tailbone. Her hair, an orangish brown slowly got longer, and her teeth remained just as sharp. She did not enjoy her time at the orphanage, her oddities drew the ire of the staff and fellow orphans alike. She began to act out. The incidents quickly got violent, cumulating with her snapping and tearing the throat out of one of the orphanage staff. She fled the orphanage, the corpse was found an hour later, with a hole in his lower torso. An autopsy showed the liver had been violently torn out. She fled to the streets, hiding from the search teams and the police. She spend the night in an alleyway, inside a mostly empty dumpster and clutching the liver she had taken on impulse, not even sure how she had managed to rip the guy's chest open to get at it. The night wore on and Ven got hungry. The liver smelled good so she took a bite. And another. And another and another and another until naught was left. It filled her up and tasted good. Although it left her with an odd electrical bouncy feeling, concentrated around her tailbone and upper head. This comforted her enough for her to drift off to sleep. Awakening mid afternoon the next day, she felt a slight craving for both the feeling and taste that the liver had brought her. An unlucky homeless man saw fit to accost her in an attempt to steal her few possessions as she explored the nearby area. He gurgled as he died. His throat torn out and his chest torn open. A life lost. A liver gained. Nobody noticed the body buried under loose garbage and cardboard in a dark, dank alleyway and nobody questioned the slowly decreasing homeless population in the area.. The thing about the homeless, is nobody notices when they're there, and nobody notices when they're gone.

A month later, and Ven had moved to a different local, having had an unpleasant encounter with a larger group of homeless seeking their missing friends. After a heated argument, a punch was thrown and a fight broke out. Although Ven wasn't involved. She had made retorts, as well as a number of insults directed at the mothers of the various hobos, but at one point or another, they had started arguing with each other. Completely disregarding the whole reason of them finding her in the first place. Ven was confused, but she took advantage of the situation and snuck off. The cycle began again and escalated over the years.

Fast forward about ten years and she's now nineteen, having fled the country via airplane with a fairly long string of charges, notably an incident where she talked her way into a hospital before stealing a liver that was going to be transplanted. The very same incident that prompted her to flee the country.

She was caught upon arrival, although she escaped enroute to prison, She managed to hijack the vehicle. Mayhem ensued, although now she had a partner. They met in the van and Ven found her interesting, possibly the first interesting person she'd ever met. Cue several additional arrests and in transit escapes before a task force was called in and the two were retrieved.

Inventory:

An X2012 Long Rifle. Large.
A Shortsword. Medium.
An X2016 Semi-Automatic Pistol. Small
And a Scope. Small

Ven enters the practice room with Chiroko.