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 Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 7:18 am
All profiles for the villan group Black Gate go here.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 3:57 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ MERCUTIO MARTINO
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxxStranger 10
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Merc, Marty, Commander
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x The Broker
» AGE x/ x 43
» GENDER x/ x Male
» SEXUALITY x/ x Straight
» BIRTHDAY x/ x Jun 8th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x United States, San Diego
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x United States, New Brockton
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'9"
» WEIGHT x/ x 167lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Blue
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Light Gray
» BUILD x/ x Average
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x He old
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Black naval officer's coat with all insignia removed and custom silver embroidery on the chest and sleeves, dark suit trousers, dress shoes.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x None
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic Evil
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Stranger 10
» POWERS
Hallucinations
You are able to create powerful lifelike hallucinations that can mask the surrounding environment, manipulate the senses to perceive things which are not present, and otherwise produce non real images, sounds, and physical feelings. Your illusions only effect the five senses but without extra senses or outside assistance others will not be able to discern the falseness of your illusions on their own. If an afflicted person manages to find you their hallucinations will cease so long as they are able to track you. You are unable to hide your self via your power. Specifically this means that you can't erase your own existence from their perceptions via hallucinations, or hide behind what is not real.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xSocial ⇣ x2.xCalloused ⇣ x3.xProfessional ⇣ x4.xDriven ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Describing Mercutio varies on who is he talking to and in what capacity. On the one hand, a weekend in a casino getting black-out drunk is not uncommon. On the other, calmly stating an ultimatum to a government official as if he is reading a bedtime story is also true. He is very much a "social chameleon," reflecting whatever personality he feels his audience wants to see from him. He has his own morals and guidelines when he interacts with his and other agents and holds them to a certain standard. When interacting with comrades in other sub-organizations or branches, he tends to display an air of absolute authority. With his enemies, his superiority complex is absolute, as if his word is law. His image for the Black Gate is the image he most commonly carries in public, which of the consummate and lethal professional. He is not above self-depreciating humor and partying, but there is a time and place for them.
» LIKES
↳ Fancy meats & cheeses, Science fiction, Unusual pistols
» PASSIONS
↳ Transhumanism, Sangria, Tradecraft
» DISLIKES
↳ Laziness, Steamed Vegetables, Small dogs
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Unprofessional actions, Tarnishing of the Black Gate, Heavily artificial drugs
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $1,180.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Black Gate
» POSITION x / x Hired Gun
» RESIDENCE x / x Loft
» INFAMY x / x 75
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Decorations include Meritorious Service Medal, Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal w/ Gold Star & Combat V, and Navy Expeditionary Medal
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Personal Smart Phone (Pocket)
█ »x Burner Flip Phone (Pocket)
█ »x First Aid Kit (Belt)
█ »x Stiletto Knife (Sleeve)
█ »x Telescoping Baton (Calf)
█ »x Taser, Hand Held (Sleeve)
█ »x Taser, Gun (Belt)
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
 Who he was and where he came from is of little importance. From a large port town, there was never a question that he'd join the service. The question was what he'd do in the service. It was a passion he had for reading and certain video games that introduced him to the concept of espionage and Naval Intelligence. Taking a chance that the career was just like in fiction (it wasn't) Mercutio joined the navy as an intelligence officer.
Over the years he'd go from doing menial investigations into backgrounds and residences, and getting his feet wet with political influence, psychological operations, and economic warfare. While being on the ground in boots was a fascinating rush, during one mission he was captured and tortured along with the rest of his team, leaving a bad taste in his mouth for direct intervention, but a nifty parahuman ability at the same time. He was rotated a higher command upon his rescue and promotion, relegated to managing more than direct influence. With a few easy years until his retirement, Mercutio began to dwell on what he'd do. The problem was, unless he continued to work for the government for beans, what he was able to do with his skill set was illegal.
But crime pays oh so well.
He began to alter certain documents, mostly those of deceased detainees or fallen operatives, making mention of certain connections that weren't there, always using the same alias. That was who The Broker truly was from the start: a collection of ideas and dead leads, a long established alias to use once he was retired from the Navy to cover his actions, and a way to insulate himself from his own crimes. He had heard of the Black Gate during a few briefings from domestic organizations, and kept tabs on them until he was free to be hired. Now staying in New Brockton to take on a more active role after being hired, he begins his plans of reshaping his villainous organization into his ideal operation.
» TRIGGER EVENT
He didn't ever think water could burn until it was flying up his nose. It wasn't a sensation he was a virgin too; learning to ditch sinking helicopters meant having to be upside down. Much like drowning, he had no control over the men holding him down by the shoulders, pressing the cloth against his face, keeping his mouth open as they water boarded him. It had only been, by his best estimates, less than a day since he and his team had been ambushed and taken. There was no salvaging the operation they had been sent to do, and they were all being split apart and tortured to ascertain who exactly they were and why they were here. Breaking was a certainly. The unknown was time and who wold break first. They'd say whatever they thought their captors wanted to hear, at first, but they'd get what they wanted eventually/ If they ever were rescued, whoever talked was going to have their career destroyed at least, or be imprisoned for eternity at worst. Death was acceptable in his mind. It'd be over. Having to live with letting down his team here, and those back at home, was worse in his mind. Being beaten to death would suck, but he would die not betraying his cause. So imagine his surprise was the water stopped, the restraints removed, and the black bag taken off his head when, after he stopped gagging, he could see another member of his collection team bound to a chair across the room from him. Without saying a word to either of them, they tore off his blouse, others throwing off a tarp covering a car battery, some jumper cables, and steel wool. So, they'd made his team mate watch this whole time, and now it was his turn. Hooking up the cables, they calmly approached his partner, who bored holes with his eyes at him to not utter a sound. With their captor's methods ramping up, one of them was going to have to watch the other die. The question now was loyalty to the country, cause, or comrades the right choice? All of the answers seemed terrible, and without thinking, before the electrified bits of wire could touch his teammate's bare flesh, he shouted something, anything, having lost that first battle, and said something his captors wanted to hear.
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xxxxxxxxx> INDEFATIGABLE INTERLOPER
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2017 6:57 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Sarah Collins
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Shaker 9
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Madhouse
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Grograman
» AGE x/ x 23
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Heterosexual, Homocapable.
» BIRTHDAY x/ x June 1st.
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x America, Brockton
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x America Brockton
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5ft 6.
» WEIGHT x/ x 130
» EYE COLOR x/ x Green
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Brown
» BUILD x/ x Slender with Muscle.
» OUTSTANDING FEATURES x/ x MASSIVE smile.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Demin Jeans, A light olive top with a black jacket. Black gloves, Black Combat Boots. Loose brown belt.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x N/A
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» Alignment x/ Neutral leaning towards Evil.x
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Shaker 9
» POWERS
Hellfire(PyroKinesis)
You have the ability to create fire within 5 ft of your body and guide the spread of fire within 30ft of your body. In addition to this you are fireproof yourself and thus can not be burned. These flames can burn atop any surface but still bear the same weaknesses as normal fire. You may not ignite other people. Things burned by your flames will catch fire rapidly and soon the flames will spread if not carefully controlled
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xGreedy ⇣ x2.xSpunky ⇣ x3.xDriven ⇣ x4.xOpen Minded ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Sarah was always a touch greedy, even as a child. When she was 3 she stole 300 dollars from her Father's wallet and buried it in a tin in the back yard. When she was 10, she exhumed the Tin and used the money to buy a cellphone. When her Dad asked where the money came from she said she found it in the back yard while digging around in the garden. He didn't believe her at first. She was a normal girl for the most part, taking a liking to cats and enjoying there company as she blazed through school, he sticky fingers and keen child intellect pushing her forward. She coasted on her moderate talents, and didn't really develop as a person until after the incident. She spent several years in a mental hospital. Where from stories of other patients she learned some interesting bits of ancient history, and found herself rather enthralled with Stories of ancient warriors or at least a crazy persons approximation of them.
» LIKES
↳Fire, Glowy Things, Shiny Things, Cats, Cookings, Running, and stuff
» PASSIONS
↳ Fighting, Money, Passion.
» DISLIKES
↳ Dishonesty, Cowardice, Knife Hobos, Salads without meat, Dead Languages, The Common Cold, and stuff
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Betrayal, Idiocy on the Battlefield, Tinker Altered Animals especially Mr.Fluffles the Asylum nurses Adopted pet, Non-functioning sprinkler Sytems, People who don't have basic fire safety knowledge.
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Black Gate
» POSITION x / x Temp
» RESIDENCE x / x N/A
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Survival of a Parahuman Attack, one of roughly 40 survivors.
- Cleared from Mental Hospital
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x inventory
█ »x Truck, Two Seats, Flat Bed
█ »x Single Shot Nerf Gun, 20 Shots.
█ »x George Foreman Grill, 2 quarts of Vegetable Oil.
█ »x Simurgh Necklace
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Sarah Collins childhood was barley a memory. She lived a normal life with Loving parents that she still loves, but after her encounter with a psychotic Cape she had drifted from them. She spent several years in a mental hospital where she met interesting people who shared interesting stories. She hid her power from the staff, after an incident where it almost went completely out of control she decided it was best to use it sparingly. After 3 years of therapy she was cleared for release and went back into the big wide world. Needing money and wanting some action she searched for a group by the name of Black Gate. A paramilitary organization she had heard about inside the Asylum. She thought it might have been a rumor or just the ramblings of a crazy old witch who stole birds from the window sill to sacrifice to the Simurgh. As she investigated them she found false trails and leads that made her doubts waver, until one faithful night she entered a trashed bar sitting at the edge of the warehouse district, empty save for a man sitting at the bar, a thick envelop under his left palm.
» TRIGGER EVENT
A red light dimly flashed from behind her eye lids and Sarah drifted awake. She had come to the offices of Walt and Tyler for a job interview. As her eyes opened the young woman winced in pain. She put her hand up to her head, feeling a small bloody cut. She vaguely remembered missing the elevator and rushing into the stairwell behind an employee. As she tried to climb to the 27th floor of the office building, she couldn't remember. She stood to her feet before wiping the dirt off her suit skirt. Sarah slowly stumbled up the stairs, unable to get her balance she rested on guardrail taking step after step towards the door on the floor above her.
The smell of smoke hit her nose as she came close to the door. She faltered for a moment before reaching her hand up to the door. The handle was warm, but not hot enough to burn her hand. As she turned the door handle smoke slowly filtered into the stairwell as well as a rancid smell. She almost vomited but managed to retain her composure. She pulled the door open. It opened into a small lobby, she heard screams in the distance and the smell of burning flesh was all too palpable. Sarah felt sick inside. She didn't know what was wrong, but she felt it plain as the summer sun.
She slowly walked through the office building, the screams echoing from far away yet all around her. It occurred to her that she should go back down the stairwell and leave the building but something was pushing her forward. After a few turns and hallways she clearly knew she was lost. She approached the an office at the Northeast of the floor. As she stood at the door, she felt a terrible fear grip her heart as she turned turned the handle. She could hear crying coming from the dark room as the door swung open. A smell of overwhelming death flooded the hallway as she gasped and spit. Sarah peered into the darkness, he hand over her mouth as she saw a small figure slowly approach her from deep in the dark.
Her scream died in her throat as the dim light slowly revealed the advancing figure. It, the only thing she could call them, was covered in burnt flesh, she couldn't tell if the shredded mounds belonged to it or to the people of this office. Tears welled up in her eyes as it got closer, the smell of burning death growing stronger with each step. Her mind went blank with paralyzing terror as it came closer, the fear seemingly eating her up like a devouring presence as she tried to breathe but couldn't. As it finally drew near she could see its full horror, not even knowing if It was human or not, but she naturally assumed it wasn't. Sarah blacked out from terror, nearly having a heart attack.
Sarah was one of 39 survivors pulled from the burning building. Of the 39 she was of the 12 that were admitted to the Mental Hospital for further evaluation.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 6:12 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Name: Jake Price
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification: Blaster / Thinker xxx
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Cleric
» AGE x/ x 17
» GENDER x/ x Male
» SEXUALITY x/ x Heterosexual
» BIRTHDAY
x/ x Aug. 26th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x United States, Montgomery
» Current Location x/x tbd
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5’10”
» WEIGHT x/ x 170 lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Blue
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Brown
» BUILD x/ x Athletic, well rounded.
» OUTSTANDING FEATURES x/ x None, accent may stand out in certain portions of the country.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Dresses in regular clothing, boots, and a jacket. Conceals a knife in the boot, and handguns in his jacket.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x Wears a leather coat to carry magazines, boots, and black pants. Has a dainty white mask that conceals his face. He wears a white or black hat depending on time of day.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Lawful Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Blaster 8, Thinker 1
» POWERS
Accurate Shots
You have the ability to create bullets for your gun of choice out of thin air and once fired, exert a measure of control over their accuracy. What this means is that your shots will be able deviate from their original trajectory to attempt a course correct towards your desired target. This does not mean that they can make rapid changes. It's more effective over longer distances as it provides more time for the bullet to alter course.
Gun Info
Your power will inform you of what type of ammo the gun you're using uses and allow you to know how to maintain the weapon.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xPrecise ⇣ x2.xCalculated ⇣ x3.xDetermined ⇣ x4.xNaive ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Cleric has had to work for everything in his life, often finding that his hard work only leads to him having to work harder. He’s lived his past two years worrying, taking care of his sister, and now that she’s gone, he feels like he doesn’t have a purpose in life. This has led him to pursue life as a cape. Cleric has always viewed the cape organizations as flawed, and prefers to work alone.
Cleric is strong willed, independent, and ruthless, but not merciless. He won’t hinder hero operations, but won’t let them get in the way of his whims. Cleric has never planned things out, and finds rules and step by step strategies to be suffocating. He acts on his whims, and what he thinks is right, however naive this may be.
» LIKES
↳Guns, Ammo, Cocaine, cold weather, adrenaline.
» PASSIONS
↳Simplicity, Transparency, Good will.
» DISLIKES
↳ Rules, bureaucracy, Waste
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Passiveness, Undue Privilege, Dishonesty.
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $2,100.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Black Gate
» POSITION x / x Hitman / Hired Gun
» RESIDENCE x / x None
» INFAMY x / x 75
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here
- Was a hired gun thug for gang in Montgomery
- Has killed before, responsible for many deaths
- Lead a hit squad on rival gang members in Montgomery
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x inventory
█ »x Cell Phone
█ »x 1 gram, cocaine
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Cleric is no stranger to hard times. He was born to a poor, single mother in Montgomery, and had drop out of school at 14 to support his mother, and now then 7 year old sister. Finding honest work in Montgomery was hard. The jobs he did get weren’t sustainable, so Jake began working for less savory characters. He found a local gang that would take him, and pay enough to keep his family afloat. They put him to work as a gunman, and taught him how to fight. Jake, over the next two years, became their best non-powered fighter.
While working for the gang, Jake developed a nasty cocaine habit that began draining his funds, and to pay for his addiction, he had to take more dangerous work. He’d killed people before, lots of em, but never a cape. His boss presented him with a deal, if he could take a hit squad to a rival hideout, and clear it out, people, drugs and all, there’d be 15 thousand waiting for him back home. Jake killed his first cape that night, at the age of 16, he killed Bonfire, a pyrokinetic Blaster 3. He came home that day, 15k richer, and set aside 12k for his family. The rest he’d save for cocaine, whenever he’d need it.
Jake’s mother died a few months later in a tragic car accident on the way home from work. He and his sister sold the house, and moved into a 2 room apartment in the city. Jake kept her in school, and worked for the local gang as a gun thug until his trigger event.
» TRIGGER EVENT
The gang Jake worked for, unfortunately, wasn’t in the cocaine business, and his stash was running dangerously low. He could’ve sworn there was more before he’d left for work, but he must’ve been wrong. He’d have to go out and buy more tonight, couldn’t risk running out, the withdrawals were killer.
His usual suppliers had been chased outta town by a new group, he didn’t trust these guys, but they were all he had. He knew where their supply house was, and had heard that they were doing business outta it. He packed his gun, and headed out into the night. It was a little past midnight, Katey would be asleep by now, so she wouldn’t be asking questions the next morning.
After maybe 30 minutes of walking, he finally arrived at his destination. The front door of the warehouse was open, was it an invite to come in? He heard people inside, and music. Eh, best to just go in and find out, people were hesitant to shoot their guns at night; lest they draw the attention of a patrolling cape.
Jake kept his gun close, and walked in the front door. There were maybe 10 guys he could see, once one saw him, they all turned. They stared for a few seconds, and began moving toward him aggressively.
“Oh, I’m sorry, ain’t y’all the new drug dealers in town? I’ve got enough for what, 12 grams on me?”
The guy seemingly in charge spoke up
“You packing?”
“Me? A gun? Nah, not really my style.”
This guy looks familiar Jake thought, not good.
“Then you ain’t gonna mind if we search ya? Gotta protect the products ya know”
“Heh, well, ya know, maybe I’ll just take my business elsewhere.”
Jake turned to leave, and heard the sound of boots sprinting for him. In a swift motion, he turned and pulled the gun in his jacket. The guy running at him stopped dead in his tracks, Jake eyed the room. Nobody was moving, some had reached for guns, but nobody had pulled except him.
“I’m leavin’ now, you’d be best if ya let me, ya hear?”
The boss smiled “You’re ain’t goin’ nowhere”
“Yeah, and who’s gonna st-”
There was a heavy crack, and Jake fell to the floor. A goon with a baseball bat had got behind him. Jake forgot one of the most important rules of entering a room. Check your corners.
He woke up naked, handcuffed to a radiator. A man was sitting in a chair across the room from him.
“Rise’n shine, princess.” the grizzled voice pulled him from his groggy state
“Wh- What happened, where am I”
“Well Jake, you’re in a not so good place”
Jake was acutely aware that he hadn’t had his dose of coke in a long, long, long time.
“You still with me you son’a b***h?”
“I’m afraid I am. You take my wallet? That how you know my name?”
“I’ll be asking the questions here.”
Jake pulled against his cuffs “Guess I’m in no position to argue huh?”
“That’s right.”
After some questioning, it was becoming clear that they knew his history with underground crime organizations. Apparently Jake had killed this guy’s brother and he wasn’t happy about it. Jake couldn’t answer the specific questions, couldn’t name the brother, couldn’t remember the night it happened. Every time a question went unanswered, his interrogator got angrier and angrier. Jake zoned out, his headache growing too much to deal with. The interrogator, in a bight of frustration, stood up and left the room. What he said only registered to Jake after he was gone. Something about revenge for his siblings. His headache grew from a dull roar, to all-encompassing. He blacked out soonafter.
The screaming and yelling pulled him back to consciousness. Katey was there, pulling away from the three or four men. Jake couldn’t focus, how old was she now? Eight? Nine? The men began ripping what was left of her clothes off. They did heinous things. A few times jake went unconscious, but alas, they would stop what they were doing to wake him up, make him watch. When they had all had their turn, they pulled a bag over her head. Jake closed his eyes.
He woke up on his knees as suddenly everything was bright, too bright. He was in the sun, spectacular as it was, he was blinded and it wasn’t helping his head. He noticed he was bound and gagged. His hands tied behind his back in a somewhat loose knot. He looked to his left, then right. Katey was there with him, in the same situation, bound and gagged. There were bruises covering her face and arms. Jake dropped his head and a man behind him pulled it back by his hair. The interrogator goon pulled a gun from his belt and pointed the barrel at Katey. Jake started to yell, kick, scream. As if in reaction, the goon squeezed the trigger.
“You did this to yourself, ain’t nobody to blame but you”
Jake’s screams stopped, his thrashing about has loosened the knot enough he could slip them. The goon stepped up to him, and placed the barrel against Jake’s forehead. It was his gun, Katey was shot by the gun Jake had brought. With his free hand, the goon pulled Jake’s gag. Jake didn’t say anything, just stared into the goon’s eyes.
“Ain’t you gonna beg? Plead for your pathetic f*cking life?”
“You’re gonna kill me with my own gun?”
“Pretty f*cking ironic huh?”
“I’m gonna kill you with that gun you know?”
The goon laughed, and looked around at his buddies. There were four of them.
As soon as the guy looked away, Jake slipped from the knot.
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xxxxxxxxx> MorrisLmao
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 2:15 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Marcella MacLaren, Esq.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx None
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Marcy, Mack
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x
» AGE x/ x 31
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x "I ******** who I want; is that a thing?"
» BIRTHDAY x/ x Oct 27th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x Scotland, Glasgow
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x United States, New Brockton
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 160cm
» WEIGHT x/ x 7¾ Stone
» EYE COLOR x/ x Cobalt
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Platinum Blonde
» BUILD x/ x Lithe
» OUTSTANDING FEATURES x/ x Booming Voice, Constant Profanity, Scottish Accent
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Black suit coat, trousers, tie, and dress shoes. Dark grey blouse.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x None
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Neutral Evil
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x 0
» POWERS
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xBrazen ⇣ x2.xDemanding ⇣ x3.xRuthless ⇣ x4.xViolent ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Marcella's personality causes her to be infamous and feared among those in Black Gate. Her short temper means she is likely to verbally abuse anyone who has caused her or the faction embarrassment, stress, or irritancy with her hallmark of foul language. Her fierce reputation for verbally abusing people became what some referred to as, "a rite of passage" for Black Gate operatives, to be "MacLaren'd".
In spite of her brash, impulsive and volatile persona, she is more intelligent and adept at long-term thinking than someone of her temperament might suggest; her constant scheming, although borderline "Machiavellian", is paradoxically aimed at a "common good", namely the physical well-being and maintained reputation of non-capes. She is a opportunistic woman of humble origin, a firm believer in autocracy, and a staunch opponent of nepotism and cronyism.
Accordingly, her demeanor towards non-capes or anyone deemed a social inferior is sincerely empathetic, gentlewomanly and devoid of condescension, as opposed to the obnoxious and patronizing behavior displayed by petty bureaucrats, the 1%, or her fellow operatives.
» LIKES
↳ Swearing, Taiwanese Food, Godzilla
» PASSIONS
↳ Metalcore, Blackmail, Litigation
» DISLIKES
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Emotional sex, Veganism/Vegetarianism, Imbeciles
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $2,000.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Black Gate
» POSITION x / x Attorney, Spin Doctor
» RESIDENCE x / x TBD
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Publicly recognizable as a associate at a law firm in New Brockton
- Personally boasts a 68% acquittal rate in court, primarily taking 'unwinnable' cases
- Destroyed the career of a former San Francisco Assistant District Attorney over a grudge
- Married said former San Francisco Assistant District Attorney to a pigeon on live television
- Has literally made an operative three times her size piss their pants from verbal abuse alone
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Personal Smart Phone
█ »x Personal Tablet
█ »x Burner Flip Phone x 2
█ »x Work Blackberry
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
 As if having to grow up being abused by a heroin addicted mother after her father left was not enough, it had to be in Glasgow of all places, where misery was invented. Unable to stand her mother any longer she ran away at thirteen to a convent, studying to become a nun for the next five years. When it came time to take her solemn vows, she choked and ran away again, back home to at least see what had become of her mother, who was now dead. Doubly surprising was, in addition to that, her father sought her out and offered to pay for her higher education, which she took him up on. Marcella would milk it as much as she could by taking high school courses, serving in pubs, moving in with him, and applying to law schools overseas.
A grown woman in San Francisco, she took a job as a county public defender after passing her MBE to make gaining citizenship quicker for her, toiling away during the day while becoming an ordained minister in her spare time, marrying randos for extra cash. It didn't take long to see that the lawyers willing to break the law to win were actually winning and they themselves getting away with it, so she moved to New Brockton after what some would say was a meltdown on her boss, the Assistant District Attorney. It didn't take her long for her make associate, mostly because she had learned well how to destroy the competition and remove obstacles, picking up a few skills in the art of spin the higher profile her clients became. A chance encounter with a repeat felon she'd taken on introduced her to the Black Gate.
Marcella acts as their attorney and crisis manager, using media attacks as a preferred method of engagement for Black Gate, through which her spin doctor services can be rented. She regularly uses rumors, smears, or threats of extreme violence to achieve the contract's ends, which has attracted the attention of The Broker.
» TRIGGER EVENT
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xxxxxxxxx> Indefatigable Interloper
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