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Gotham. That is what we used to call this once great city. Now, I'd use less than pleasant terms to describe the cesspool we currently operate from. It has been roughly a year by my estimate since what has been locally dubbed 'Arkham Armageddon'. To this day, I'm still unsure how the chain of events was orchestrated, much less how they came to fruition however, I do have a name. Through whispers and echos, the same individual keeps coming back to us- Abaddon. Sometimes referred to as Typhus- a fitting name, as he/she is a plague that brought pestilence and suffering upon us.

You wish to know more of 'Arkham Armageddon'. Little is known how it was done, but Gotham's reckoning came when the doors to Arkham Asylum were flung open, all cells unlocked and the filth that inhabited that place were free to go with reckless abandon. What made it worse was that all of the known villains were successfully imprisoned there. With them all free at once, they were all but unstoppable at achieving what happened next. The worse thing: Upon their release, the criminals merely waltzed out, no resistance, no struggling and no guards to stop them.

GCPD have been cast asunder, walls erected around the perimeter of the city and law enforcement all but extinguished. Of course, no one villian would follow the leadership of another so rather than establish a vindictive hierarchy under one leader, each of the main figure heads set apart their own way. Each claimed land for themselves and set up their own provinces- which would lead to neighbouring clans fighting for territory but let's not concern ourselves with the infighting of cretins. After Gotham City Police Department lost their struggle against the outbreak, many people flocked under the banners of which ever villain appealed to them. Not all of them were criminals and gang members, some were ordinary citizens and even some ex-police officers. I can't hold it against them, they're just looking out for their loved ones. It would be uncouth of me to describe what happened -and still happens- to those who resist.

Speaking of those who resist, good ol' James Gordon set up a small resistance group, even after the fall of GCPD. Lives were lost, but they remained a thorn in the crooks side, even captured some of the lower ranked goons and scored info. That is until he was recently captured himself. We're unsure who has him, let alone if he's alive. Down the grape vine, we've heard that he's with The Penguin.

Of course, when everything went to s**t, Wayne Manor was one of the first targets. Immolated and razed to the ground, it remained a shell of what it once was. That is until the Clown and his cronies came along and made it their HQ. Of course many tried to take it from them. I mean if I was a villain, the charred remains of Wayne Manor would be a fitting trophy.

This disaster is too big of a problem for Batman to deal with alone, even with his comrades it proved way over them. That is why he is taking it upon himself to raise a new type of hero, one that can redeem us. You may be thinking, 'Why did no one else help?' 'What of Superman or the Green Lantern?' Well, you see this event wasn't just contained to Gotham. A chain of events occurred that saw this event -in one way or another- take place in every major city on the planet but at varying scales: Metropolis is being plagued by the likes of Doomsday and Luthor.

Our lives... are in ruins. The world is at war. It's cities under siege. Chaos spreads and threatens to consume us all.

Here we will make our final stand

Here there will be...


...Retribution...

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I- Magmabloodaclhemist and I are the top dogs of this RP- not in an iron-fisted dictator sort of way but for the purposes of disputes and rules, our word is final!

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I'm the hero Gotham deserves. What am I not?


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Gaia Name: Apocolyps85

Name: Andrew Jericho Swain –Referred to as both ‘Andrew/Andy’ and Jericho.

Alias: The Jackal

Age: 24

Alignment: Currently Good

Sexuality: Straight


Personality/Bio:
A caring and passionate individual, Andrew Jericho Swain is a young man who graduated his education early and worked as a Doctor and Psychiatrist -his life dream after his father left his family and turned to a life of crime and his mother passed away- until the events of Arkham Armageddon- at which point, he had been Bruce Wayne’s ward for 5 years. When he was young, Jericho’s Father Daniel Swain left his family for a life of crime, abandoning his ailing Wife and family.

Bullied all throughout his compulsory education due to his fat stature and being somewhat of a loner due his mother’s over protectiveness. He didn’t resent her for this, he was actually somewhat grateful. This extended to his Sister reluctantly being his exploratory base and protector. The bullying became somewhat more physical and inappropriate, until one event in which his childhood bully –and his older sister’s boyfriend at the time- attempted to sexually abuse Jericho. He pleaded to his Sister for help, the one who was supposed to look after him. It was her however that had orchestrated this. Her boyfriend had begun developing this perversion for younger partners, underage partners and Aliseph believed he just needed to ‘let it out’ and get over it and she had always resented having to mother him. Despite all the struggling, no actual intercourse was able to take place.

Realising he was all alone and feeling the most vulnerable he’d ever been, he summoned every ounce of strength he could muster and threw his attacker off of him. Taking this reprieve, he did the only thing his adrenal system would allow-neutralise the threat before it could end him. Pinning his assailant, he relentlessly pounded his enemy’s skull and throat, completely destroying his Larynx rendering him forever mute. Caving his teeth in, Jericho desperately reached for a knife he saw in his foes pocket, no doubt to be used should Jericho have attempted to run.

To ensure that this monster couldn't ever attempt this to another person, Jericho dismembered the man’s phallus and inserted it into the man’s throat, leaving him to suffer the agony and humiliation.

Ascending to his feet with a red mist in his eyes, he became shocked at what he had done. His sister who had caused all of this, planned for the assault, looked at him and called him “Monster!!” With that, Jericho unintentionally and violently backhanded Aliseph, knocking her to the ground. Looking at her brother, she growled “I shall wear it like a badge of honour!”
Glaring with fury, Jericho replied “Well, wear it in silence or I will ‘honour’ you again!”

This day, two things never happened again. The man never assaulted anyone again, nor was he able to urinate by himself again. Jericho was aghast, ashamed and disgusted at what he’d done that day. This gave birth to his biggest fear and hatred- himself, and what he could do to someone. He even went so far as to blame himself for the assault, believing that he deserved it for not being strong enough. This set his resolve in stone, he would abide by a code of honour and he would get stronger, to protect himself and those he loves.

The following day, Aliseph moved out of the family home, leaving a 15 year old, Jericho to nurse his ailing mother. Working to achieve his dream of becoming a Doctor, his passion was further fuelled by his want to help people –which the aforementioned event didn't rob from him- and to attempt to save his Mother or at the very least ease her pain. Jericho despite using his middle name most of his life, began to go by his real name- Andrew- which his Mother preferred. Eventually, his mother passed after she held on to see her son become a qualified Doctor and Psychologist at the astounding age of 19. It was some comfort to know that in her final moments, she was so immensely proud at the man he'd become and his amazing achievements. With that, Andrew ensured that his Mother never knew what he had endured or what her Daughter had done.

A strong sense of justice and a disdain for those who target the weak, he will go out of his way to bring down the hammer upon those individuals with vindictive indifference.

After his Mother's passing, Andrew volunteered at his medical school for a medical trail to assess the safety of males donating at an increased frequency. Signing a legal waver, he noticed a clause that upon the event that individuals required resuscitation allowed them to use experimental measures if deemed necessary.

During the procedure, his blood was being donated as normal however the machine doing the procedure had been tampered with and instead of stopping at the usual level, it kept draining. Despite raising concerns with staff, they assured him his symptoms were part of the process, unaware of the mistake. Upon being almost completely exsanguinated, Andrew fell into a coma. Due to the small amount of his own blood left, donor blood couldn’t be given back to him as it would result in a host-donor attack in his body, killing him. With failed attempts at resuscitating him and fear the lack of oxygen to his brain would leave him brain dead, an experimental procedure designed to stimulate and enhance cardiovascular system and adrenal glands was implemented successfully resuscitating him and allowing him to take small amounts on blood, while he generated his own. This happened extremely quickly and resulted in greater reflexes, strength, durability, speed, general physical efficacy and increase mental capacity and healing that resulted in decelerated ageing.

Power: NOTE: The following abilities aren't this potent from the beginning, this is what they will finally become after years of training.

Unique Physiology: Due to a medical enhancement procedure, Andrew's physiology was changed permanently. First, the procedure crippled his mind and body. Then, the experiment rebuilt his physical and mental faculties further than a human could process or build. These enhancements make The Jackal an enhanced human, not superhuman but afford him the enhancements.

Enhanced Intellect: Able to think 9 times faster and utilize that much more of his mind than your average human for information processing and sorting, Jericho’s mind is virtually a computer built for strategy and problem-solving, one that works at optimal ability even when under stress and fatigue. He is also ingenious in devising solutions against superior aspects of opponents, can observe and exploit, and can calculate distance, speed, and time at lightning speeds; his sense of timing is superb, bordering on perfection. He is still trying to improve his detective and interrogation skills.

Due to his background as a Doctor, psychologist and mentalist/cold reader, he is able to easily read a person’s thoughts and emotions, enabling him to determine if a person is lying or not. Furthermore, he is more capable of deceiving others and less susceptible to deceit.
With full knowledge of the human body and its mechanics, he is able to use this to multiple ends e.g. saving someone, in combat and interrogation etc.
Enhanced Reflexes: Andrew possesses enhanced reflexes. The speed at which he reacts allows him to dodge fast-moving projectiles such as arrows. Later, through experience and training he will be able to do the same with bullets. He can usually out-react even the fastest humans, no matter how well-trained.

Enhanced Speed: Ability to run at speeds of up to 30mph and long distances far out-performing any Olympic athlete.

Enhanced Stamina: Andrew can exert himself at peak capacity greater than most humans could.

Enhanced Strength: His entire muscular system was hardened and strengthened making Andrew many times stronger than an average human to the point of tearing off an airplane door and twisting steel with his bare hands.

Enhanced Senses: Jericho’s senses have been augmented to higher levels of ability. He can perceive things better than a normal human. This includes, but is not limited to:
Enhanced Hearing
Enhanced Sense of Smell
Enhanced Vision

Regenerative Healing Factor: With an enhanced ability to heal damaged tissue, the rate at which Andrew's body recovers from injury and capable of being repaired before death as long as his brain is intact. As such, Andrew's body can take a tremendous amount of punishment before succumbing to death. Simple gunshot and stab wounds, cuts, and broken bones can heal faster than normal. He was once impaled clean through his chest, and it did nothing but slow him down and cause great pain.

Enhanced Immunity: Andrew's regenerative abilities have some effect on his body's ability to process through harmful, foreign substances and he has become naturally immune to deadly poisons and illnesses.

Retarded/decelerated Ageing: An important aspect to note is that while Andrew is apparently ageing, he does so very slowly, appearing younger than he actually is.
Pain resilience: Due to the procedure performed upon him, activities that stimulate his adrenal glands e.g. combat allow him resistance to pain.

Tactical Analysis: Andrew is a great strategist and tactician. Always calculating his opponent’s moves beforehand. He has been compared to Batman –by Batman- in terms of tactical methods. Even against meta-humans he has proven more than a match for them all at once with time to prepare. Using his superior problem-solving skills, Jericho can work out a battle ahead of time for many possibilities and predict enemy movements and tactics after the battle has engaged by recalling and utilizing memorized mannerisms acquired through past experience on a moment's notice.

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced): Andrew trained in hand-to-hand combat and when he was taken under Bruce’s metaphorical wing, picking up skills taught to him quickly. Later he received martial arts training in various styles. After mastering these martial arts he furthered his studies when he sought an assassin known as Dolby to train him in the ways of Ninja and had studied assassination techniques. He has however, never defeated Batman in hand to hand combat.
Boxing
Jujitsu
Karate
Ninjitsu
Muay Thai
Bear style

Swordsmanship: Andrew is a highly trained swordsman; he is able to dual-wield a pair of katanas and to use them with deadly accuracy and an almost-superhuman speed.

Other: It should be noted that Andrew's key weakness is that he refuses to hit a woman. User Image
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Gaia Name: SphereUK

Name: Unknown

Alias: Edge

Age: Unknown

Alignment: Evil freelance

Sexuality: Straight as a mfern arrow

Personality: Driven by coin and notoriety, prefers to work alone as he doesnt play well with others. Easy to draw on people and can quite easily be rubbed the wrong way.

Bio: Edge was blinded by mobsters as age 6 after his father gambled his eyesight in a game of texas hold em. They then butchered his father in front of him and although he could'nt see, he could hear his fathers blood curdling screams which eventually subsided into nothing, and the smell of burnt flesh.

The mobsters put him to work, medial tasks at first, delivery of drugs in exchange for money/food/drink. He was taught many mobster traits and made many acquaintences in the underground. He still hated them though, but the thought of revenge kept him going.

At the age of 12 that day came, he was on a small task of minding the bar as the usual guy got pinched the night before. Under the bar was a machete, slowly, quietly, Edge went through the rooms cutting through each, and every one of the mobsters that he recognized, and there were a lot. How he did such a feat without getting overpowered, shot, stabbed, no wounds at all, is a mystery, but that night... Edge was born again.

Edge was changed for the worse, sent to prison after beating a guy within an inch of his life for saying a bad word about his father. Prison moulded Edge into the man he is today, refusing to obide to "prison rules", Edge had to look over his shoulder every minute, and soon his small 6 month sentence was stretched to life for multiple murders and maimings.

Not many convicts said a word to him after the first year, they knew how volatile he was.

Then one day, he just up and vanished, armed police were called in to search the grounds, private investigators were called, but no-one would ever see Edge's face again.

Noone knows how he got his powers, but after he dissapeared from that Prison... he changed.

All this, with a blindfold.

Power: Telekenisis, the ability to control inanimate objects with the mind. Master of hand to hand combat.Master of Blade combat. Superhuman Agility, Strength and Intelligence.

Other: Has a strong knowledge of all types of weapons but only mastered the close combat sort. Will ally with anyone for the right price, but alliances, are fragile.

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Gaia Name: Tapper92
Name: Alexandr Kovalenko,
Alias: Ghost Walker
Age: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotically Neutral
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Bitter, twisted fair sense of honor and loyalty

Bio: Born during the cold war in Soviet controlled Pripyat Alex was a kind and gentle young man until the reactor at Chernobyl wiped out his family and everything he held dear. After moving to America courtesy of Dr Thomas Wayne, Alex offered to be an volunteer for the good Doctors superhuman experiment. After receiving vigorous training Alex cryogenically frozen as the plug was pulled on the experiment. Alex remained that way until some years after when a young Andrew Swain stumbled upon him, and unleashed him to the world.
Power: Superhuman strength, Improved Vision, Master of most modern martial arts, Improved Intelligence, Superb Acrobatic skills, Master of Weapons in all shapes and forms and Alex has the ability to see what should, what is and what could be within the world and he will act accordingly

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Gaia Name: Zero Blake

Name: Unknown

Alias: Zero

Age: 458

Alignment: Neutral

Sexuality: Straight

Personality/Bio:

An ancient and wise being from a planet at the farthest reaches of the universe. A being whose race communicates telepathically primarily through emotion rather than language granting him the abilities to sense the emotion of others and even reflect his current emotion in others. Reaching adulthood at the age 120 he acquired a yellow lantern ring from a dying lantern and was enlisted by Sinestro soon after.

Spending the next 200 years perfecting his control over the ring now in his possession, he became one of Sinestros most valued weapons. His ability to detect emotional response made it easy to instil fear into the lesser races of the universe and therefore increase the power of the Corps exponentially.

Recently however the core has detected an unusual power surge in Sector 2814 and more specifically, a planet called Earth. With Zero being the closest Lantern to this strange planet he was sent to personally investigate this anomaly.

Power:

Yellow Lantern: Due to being imbued with a yellow ring Zero has the ability to fly and create constructs made of light. These constructs are only limited by his imagination but vary in strength as he draws power from the fear of everyone around him.

Telepathy: The ancient alien race that he belongs to communicate primarily through telepathy and therefore Zero has the ability to read the minds of others as well as communicate with them over immense distances. He also has the ability to sense emotions within others and project his own raw emotion into others. For example making other people happy when he is happy or making people feel fear when he is afraid.

Alien Intellect: Have a more evolved brain function than the human race he is able to think much faster than any human can. This higher brain function also makes him more intelligent than most humans on the planet.
Alien Physique: The advanced intellect as mentioned before combined with an enhanced nervous system and muscle control causes Zero to possess lightning fast reflexes.

Master of Blades: His super-fast reflexes combined with many years of training has caused Zero to become a master in using swords and daggers.

Other:

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Gaia Name: magmabloodalchemist
Name: Jebediah Crane
Nicknames: Jed/ Crane
Alias: Nightmare
Know aliases include the smiling man/ who face/ the dream master
Age: 25
Alignment: Evil
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: A twisted and warped individual who uses fear as his weapon. Emotionally unstable and quick to anger when it comes to his family. Violent and prone to outbursts of rage.


Bio: Jebediah is the love child of Dr Jonathan Crane born out of wedlock to a heavily religious and alcoholic mother. His father left after a night of passion and never even knew he had a son, his mother a highly religious catholic saw Jebediah as a mistake and punished him anytime anything went wrong. Growing up in constant fear of his own mother who viewed him as a punishment from god for all the mistakes in her life leading to a physically, mentally and emotionally abusive relationship. This was also emulated by his peers throughout his education. He grew up with no friends and no one to reach out to and his own loneliness drove him insane. As a child he became plagued with terrible nightmares of a ghoulish creature that would come to kill him. Night after night he would wake up in a pool of sweat screaming and often wake his mother up which would result in a violent beating.
As a teenager he found out that who is father was he attended Gotham University on a field trip, it was there that he acquired a taste for psychology in an attempt to follow in his father’s footsteps and subsequently earn the love of his father unfortunately the trip had to leave before he had a chance to speak to his father. Jebediah spent his early teens reading every book he could get his hands on about psychology and the human mind, he became obsessed with the human mind and the effect of various emotions have on the human mind particularly fear . In his late teens he had become a master of his fears and was incredibly perceptive of the emotions of others he was even able to read them and predict their moves. Using this new found skill on the last day of college he confronted his childhood bully and got into a fight, during the fight his head got smashed against a set of lockers and Jebediah lost control, he discovered a new side to himself a darker, more malicious side. Using his skill of reading people he was able to counter most of the bully’s attacks after a few counter blows Jebediah put the bully’s head in a locker and smashed the door into his head multiple times fracturing the bully’s skull and putting him into a coma. Returning home and on the run from the police Jebediah’s mother tried to lock him in the house thinking that prison would be the perfect solution for her ‘devil child’ unfortunately Jebediah’s dark side took over and he murdered his own mother after torturing her for 3 long hours.
On the run at age 20 Jebediah quickly learned the meanness of the streets and found himself coerced into working with a gang of a villain named Two Face. Little did Two Face know it was Jebediah’s plan to come to Gotham and take his own gang to have the city that once mocked him bow at his feet unfortunately he misjudged Two Faces scarred psyche and when he went in for the kill Two face shot him in the shoulder which caused Jebediah to run away disgraced.

Alone and injured Jebediah wondered the streets in a constant battle with his own mind, he finally cracked and his dark side permanently took over unfortunately due to his wound which he’d not been able to patch up he was slowly bleeding out and dying. One night he became weak and collapsed in a gutter and blacked out.
When he woke up he was in a makeshift operating room and a man with a bandaged face was standing in the corner of the room, Jebediah grabbed the nearest sharp object and attempted to attack the bandaged man but due to the anaesthetic he was unable to run at him and was quickly overpowered the man explained who we was after he had time to rest Jebediah and Hush had become acquaintances and Hush performed one final surgery for Jebediah turning his face into a copy of his childhood fear ‘the ghoulish creature’.

Donning a midnight blue suit and a white mask sporting nothing but a mouth in a wide grin he hit the streets with new information on his father’s whereabouts. After navigating his way through the sewers he finally found his father’s secret base. Upon seeing his father making a fresh batch of his fear inducing powder he decided to reveal his presence Scarecrow took this the wrong way and attacked Jebediah after a brief battle Jebediah revealed that he was Crane’s son but Crane refused to accept him and attempted to kill him. This was the final thing that pushed Jebediah over the edge and he left swearing to his father that he would make him proud one day!

After finding a location to establish a base he started cooking a batch of his father’s fear dust using the recipe he had noticed scattered all over the work bench in his father’s lair. After he cooked his first batch he noticed how it could be modified and changed to formula in order to make the drug activate only when the victim fell asleep causing them to have a nightmare they would then wake up and still be under the effects of the drug so they’d believe they were in their nightmare then nightmare would toy with his victims and eventually kill them.

After a year of killing Gotham’s biggest names and celebrities Nightmare had worked up a name for himself and even collected his own band of thugs from various other gangs, despite how much people knew his name no one knew his true identity because no one ever saw his distorted face and lived. After 3 years he had become a master of using fear even surpassing his own father and had many run-ins with the Batman.
During one killing one night he noticed a strange yellow light traveling towards him so he shot his target and turned to see a yellow ring floating in mid-air. All of a sudden a voice rung out and told him he’d been accepted into the Sinestro Corps after putting the ring on he was transported away for his training. Upon his return to Earth he chose to keep his ring on him at all times but only use in certain situations, however due to his new training he was now the ultimate master of fear and Gotham woud soon be his!
Power: Master of fear, Member of the Sinestro Corps, Photographic memory
Other: Completely insane, incredibly stubborn and completely unreadable due to his irrational and random behaviour.

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XanderVader22

Gaia Name: XanderVader22

Name: Mikael D'Artigo
Nickname: Mike

Alias: The Violet Lantern


Age: 25



Alignment: Neutral

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Sexuality: Homosexual


Personality: He is very stubborn, protective and flirtatious.


Bio:
He was raised by two mothers and had somehow escaped the worst of the outbreak in Gotham. When he was 20 he had his first heart break and a member of the Star Sapphire Corps had come to him. She had asked him if he would like to take up the call of their Lantern Corps. When she explained it's importance to him he accepted. He never wanted another person to handle the loss of love in their life. Now he travels with the Star Sapphire Corps spreading love and working to balance the chaos and hate.


Power:
Violet Lantern Corps ring: Able to make constructs out of thin air and able to fly.

Other:
He is one of the only men to be accepted into the Star Sapphire Corps.

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Gaia Name: sh3pzeraki

Name: Gabriel Kyle

Alias: D, Dark Angel, Blade Cat, One-eyed death

Age: 23

Alignment: Neutral (Self-preservation)/ Cat

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: Meticulous, but curious

Bio: At the age of three, was kidnapped from his Mother’s care by Bane. Raised by Bane and his Thugs to be a brutal killer. As he has grown, he has become increasingly meticulous with everything he does never without a purpose to what he does. Aiming to destroy his captor and reunite with his mother -whom he hopes is still alive- he has served and learned everything that Bane could teach and now aims to learn even more from the other criminal minds plaguing Gotham.

With a deep fascination of the Japanese Samurai subculture, his skills with a blade continue to grow at an alarming rate, even though Bane prefers his men to use his fists. His skill with a blade has not gone unnoticed as he is often dispatched to assassinate targets without ever being seen. Intelligence wise, he has a very scientific mind, often building contraptions many would think impossible. This may well be one of the reasons Bane has kept him around for so long, but now it is time for his story to truly begin…

Power: Unconfirmed Ocular abilities. Precision balance –ability to balance on someone’s fist while they punch for example.

Other:

Equipment: (He doesn’t keep this on him at all times and will eventually acquire this) Kevlar Vest, long black trench coat, pure black mask with one right eye hole. Torn denim jeans. Military Boots.
22 Throwing Knives. Twin Katanas. One Masamune. Twin Automatic Pistols. Silenced 70. Cal Sniper Rifle.
One suit of lightweight bushido titanium armour.
Augmented Heavy Battlesuit (Codename: Shogun)
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I will use my knowledge to save your life...

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Location: Gotham City- Penguin Turf
Mood: Nonchalant
Doing: Surveying
Interacting with: Batman
Thinking: Here we go
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OOC:

Dr. Andrew Jericho Swain


"I see what you mean, the place is teeming with the Cobblepot's cronies" Jericho uttered into his earpiece communicator. Perched upon one of the many skyscrapers that overlooked the shipyard -mimicking the Gargoyle next to him- the Jackal surveyed the area.

"I'm not going to lie, Bruce. I'm barely over the border of Penguin territory and it's swarmed with his goons. God knows, what it's like closer to the center of their turf."

In response, the Dark Knight's voice returned through the intercom. "It isn't surprising, considering the rumours circulating. Everyone thinks the Penguin has Gordon. If he does, he plans to keep him for something, if not he knows everyone will come to see for themselves if the Commissioner is there. Either way, it explains the recent recruitment of the extra muscle.

If you're in position, why don't you slink in there and scope the area out?
"

"If you recall, the last time I waltzed on in to a criminal hideout they redecorated their walls with my innards...then I did likewise."

"Yes, I remember. Maybe, if you used a bit more stealth as opposed to literally waltzing in, things may go more smoothly. As I've said, use whatever methods necessary, just no killing."

Rubbing the back of his short hair, Jericho sighed. "I hear you. Could you get Alfred or Mr Fox to begin work on a helmet. My mask conceals my identity but that will be redundant if a strong blow alters my facial appearance.

Anyway, I'm signing off for a while. I'll update you if anything interesting occurs or more is found out about the 'Artifacts we've been hearing about. You can keep track of my coordinates with the GPS in this Com.
"

"Be careful."

Smiling, Andrew replied with a chuckle in his voice, "What are they going to do? Kill me?"

Standing up, Andrew pulled the hood-mask back over his face- preparing to set to action.

Arms spread wide, he leaned forward- allowing himself to fall off of the building.


...or end it.


The Jackal

Abilities/Techniques:

EDGE - "That little sort-of depressed area next to the neck, behind the collar bone, and in front of the shoulder muscle. The blade goes straight down forward-backward and slightly inward toward the center. I love this little spot, with the right amount of pressure I can kill someone quickly, quietly and with hardly any mess, but hold back for just a few inches and the pain... ohhh the pain is excruciating."


Edge slides the knife back into it's holder on his jacket.

EDGE - "Now, with that in mind... Officer Xue, or would that be Ex-Officer Xue rather... yes, I hear you and your rag tag group of 'policemen' have decided to rebel this whole INJUSTICE that has befallen our beloved Gotham! Hah, what a waste of time... Anyway what was I.. Ah yes with that in mind Xue, Im going to need to know where you're posted, where your base of operations are.. for educational purposes only, of course.."


Xue stares into the cloth that used to be Edge's eyes.

XUE - "I... I... I...."


EDGE - "Unnerving right?, yeah don't worry you wouldnt wanna see under it anyway. Now... stay on topic, HQ, where is it? "


XUE - "It's guarded day and night theres no way you'll be able to do anything even If I did tell you! Its impenetrable!"


Edge starts pacing from side to side, he punches Xue in the centre of the chest. Xue drops to the floor in a wheezing screech of pain. Edge drags him up and says...


EDGE - "Alright, come on, get up, come on now, that's it... Now listen, I just punched you in the solar plexus, and it hurt like ********, am I right? A few more of those and your lungs will start to fill up with blood and you'll die choking on your own blood, helluva way to go. And all you'll accomplish is making me do this to one of your buddies... your choice."


Xue looks up to the sky and mouths "forgive me".

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Location: Gotham City- Approaching Penguin's fortress.
Mood: Serious
Doing: Stealthing
Interacting with: Goons/NPCs
Thinking: I like toast
Mood Music:
OOC:

Dr. Andrew Jericho Swain


Free falling through the air, Jericho released a grapple wire from his wrist mounted launcher. Coiling around the Gargoyle's head the hook latched into place. Slowing his descent, Jericho quickly took into account his previous reconnaissance and calculated an itinerary of action.

Upon landing on the ground and returning the grapple to it's launcher with the winch mechanism, the Caped Crusader contacted him. "Please tell me you're not just rushing in, you need a plan of attack."

His expression -not visible under his mask- became serious, evidencing that he wasn't going to be messing around. "I have a plan. Attack."

Keeping to the shadows, he dashed along the sides of shipping containers- staying out of sight of patrolling guards. Keeping a mental track of his progress, he was 300 yards away from his destination- the make shift fortress the Penguin was holed up in.

250.

Jericho wasn't getting through without taking out the guards. Sneaking up on a guard, he placed his gauntleted hand over his targets mouth to muffle screams and wrapped his arm around his throat, cutting off oxygen and causing him to black out. Turning the corner, another guard saw what just happened.

Firing the grapple hook at him, the Jackal yanked the no named goon towards him and slammed his head into the concrete- knocking him out. Dragging both bodies around the corner, he left them there and proceeded onward.

200.

100.

50 yards away and he walked right into the view of a bunch of armed guards, who were all staring at him.


...or end it.


The Jackal

Abilities/Techniques:

Location: Approaching Gotham Dockyard
Mood: Comical
Doing: Barking Orders
Interacting with: Crew/NPC's
Thinking: Pillaging and Looting
Mood Music: Hoist the Colors
OOC:



"Avast me hearties, There be Gotham City land o' Loot and Glory" Ironflint roared to the crew of the Terror of Bilgewater as he patrolled up and down the deck

"Mister Hammerfoot ready the cannons for war"
"Aye Cap'in, HOIST THE MAIN SAIL"


Cannon shot echoed across the bay as all of the Terror of Bilgewater cannons fired straight towards the dark buildings within the harbour

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Location: Gotham City Ship Yard
Mood: Confident
Doing: Fighting
Interacting with: Goons
Thinking: Well, ********!
Mood Music:
OOC:

Dr. Andrew Jericho Swain


With no change to his standard breathing pattern, the Jackal stood there with his fist clenched and unconscious goons scattered around him. Assault Rifles and crowbars littered the ground around him, evidence of Jericho's handy work.

Slamming his back against the next shipping container along his path, he looked over his left shoulder surveying his next objective. Crates were being carried into the makeshift fortress locally dubbed as The Iceburg. Goons flooded from the entrance of the castle, blocking his advance.

'Crap! What the hell am I supposed to do now?' he thought to himself, evaluating his situation. 'I see no way around this. I might as well go balls deep with 'balls out confidence'.'

With that Jericho spun around the corner and assumed a boxing stance. shouting at the top of his lungs, he called "Let's do this ********]"

The goons all turned around and stared at him blankly before bursting into laughter. "Who the ******** are you supposed to be?!" the Foreman called.
A little insulted that he wasn't recognised, Jericho informed them. "I'm the Jackal?"

Ordering his goons to fire upon the hero, the Foreman bellowed an order. "Men, make him swiss!". There was a moment of silence before he had to elaborate his orders. "Cheese man, cheese!"

"Not hungry, boss!" another goon replied.

'I'm up to my tits in morons!' "Get him!!"

Charging at the Jackal, the Foreman's thrall advanced. A loud bellow was overheard by everyone in the vicinity and the majority of the men in front of him were mutilated by cannon fire. Hearing the explosion through his headset, Batman inquired as to what the commotion was. "I'm...not...sure."


...or end it.


The Jackal

Abilities/Techniques:

Location: Gotham City Ship Yard
Mood: Angry
Doing: Fighting
Interacting with: Goons
Thinking: ATTACK!
Mood Music:
OOC:


Ironflint -"GO GET EM' BOYZ!"

Crew members ascend from the decks of the Terror of Bilgewater and begin the assault on the goons guarding the docks

Ironflint - "Mister Hammerfoot mind the ship while I go aland and lead the charge"

Hammerfoot - " AYE AYE Cap'in

Ironflint leaps from the deck and swings on a rope landing amidst his crew and the goons defending the docks instantly cutting down two goons

Penguin - "What in the blue hell..."

Ironflint - "Lookie here boyz I think we found who's in charge here"

Penguin - "What do you want?"

Ironflint - "Hmm.. i don't know... i'm a Pirate.. so maybe your Weapons, or maybe even i don't know... your money?... oh and before I forget.. that hat will do nicely as well. QUICKLY NOW BEFORE ME AND ME BOYZ STOMP YA' GIT "
Location: Atop the Vincefinkel Bridge
Mood: Intrigued
Doing: A Contract
Interacting with: Alberto "Holiday" Falcone
Thinking: Cha Ching
Mood Music: PotC Theme Music


Edge is currently atop the Vincefinkel bridge staring in the direction of the dockyards, where, just recently a whole commotion had rung through gotham...

Edge - "Hmph... looks like I'm not the only one with big plans tonight"

Edge lept from the bridge, arms out stretched, he caught a large metal pole on the fall and swung mid air through the sidealleys, going from outstretched pole to fire escape to lamppost, anything that could vault him further. Finally he landed on a balcony, inside the closed door Edge could hear everything like he was inside, a rerun of an old football game, England vs Germany 1st of September 2001, England win 5-1. The sound of plates chinking together, the smell of cooked dinner, lasagne.

Edge - "Heh, I love lasagne"


The wood and glass splintered accross the apartment scratching walls, furniture, flesh.
Edge was already sat down next to Alberto Falcone before the man could get a word out.


Edge - "Holiday! Big fan, wow and If I'd have know it was you and your broad I was coming for I'd have mabye had a little remorse on the way over here... a little."

Alberto's eyes widened with shock. He scrambled backwords to the kitchen. Edge didnt move

Holiday - "Cheryl! Cheryl baby!"

Upon opening the kitchen door, Alberto finds his wife shivering in a corner sobbing. Edge enters the room cuts a slice of lasagne and plates it up.

Edge - "Mmm this is good, god do I miss good home cooking, all I get is takeout ya'know? But this, this is special."

Alberto dives to open a draw, but Edge kicks him back down with a great deal of force, and he coughs up some blood and holds his chest.

Edge - "Proberbly 2 cracked ribs, nearly dropped this BEAUTIFUL lasagne too, that'd be a shame. Anyway it's nearly over."

The bleeding from the shattered glass on Alberto's face was becoming more prefuse, mixing with his sweat it was running faster, quickly recoloring his whole visage.

Holiday *splutters* - "Who the ******** are you... what the ******** is this... DO YOU KNOW WHO THE ******** I AM!?"


Edge goes to the draw that Alberto previously went for, and pulls out a Colt pistol

Edge - "This, my friend, is just buisness"

Edge chambers a round

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Location: The Iceberg- Gotham
Mood: Serious
Doing: Rescuing Gordon.
Interacting with: Gordon
Thinking: I need to get out of here.
Mood Music: In da club
OOC: INB4 Ooooooh friend!

Dr. Andrew Jericho Swain


Taking advantage of the distraction provided by the unknown pirate, Jericho slipped through the front entrance of the fortress.

Weaving in and out of corridors and effortlessly dealing with goons who got in his way. Upon entering a room, he realised it was a makeshift prison and in one of the cells was Commissioner Gordon, who was looking a more than worse for wear.

Taking a moving start, Jericho put his entire force and enhanced strength into a heel kick against the lock of the cell door. With a bang and a clatter, the barred door swung open. "Commissioner...Commissioner!" Jericho hoisted Gordon's arm over his shoulder and helped him to his feet.

"Who are you?" Gordon asked, wearily.

"A friend"


Outside, others were taking advantage of the events that occurred. Bane saw this as a golden opportunity to gain more territory and possibly wipe out a competitor once and for all.
...or end it.


The Jackal

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