Dark Hounds

Aliases/Nickname:
Actual Name: Vincent Lance
Age/Date of Birth: 36
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Human, Caucausian
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 87 kg
Build: Medium
Language(s) spoken: English, Quechan
Job: Leader, Planner, Initiator

Humans are terribly ingenious creatures, walking on two legs and capable of adapting rapidly to a situation using tools they have developed for problem solving. They are capable of wielding magic and can go anywhere from extremely strong to light and agile. Humans are versatile and have often matched the characteristics of many other races in all fields. Many humans are devoted to a religion of which they dedicate their life to.

Aliases/Nickname:
Actual Name: Thomas Chess
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Quechan
Height: 1.9m
Weight: 89kg
Build: Light
Language(s) spoken: English, Quechan
Job: Recon, Scouting, Recovery

Quechans are racially gifted with enhanced sights. Their pupils can adjust rapidly to different sensory purposes, including infrared and low levels of x-ray. Like humans they have shown the ability to be ingenious and skilled in many fields, though most of them grow taller and thinner. Quechans are known for their special skills in firearms and cooking. Their accent is often similar to Italian. Every Quechan is born with some basic level of magical skills, most often in senses.

Aliases/Nickname: Razzy
Actual Name:
Age: 48 years
Gender: Genderless
Race/Ethnicity: Alacharian
Height: 1.5m (main form)
Weight: 58kg (main form)
Build: Incredibly light, thin wirey
Language(s) spoken: Alacharian (Though it is not a language), English
Job: Infiltrator, Initiator

Alacharians are mass organisms formed into a cognitive thinking blob that essentially acts as a brain. Physically they are shapeshifters and require the blue prints, genetic or otherwise, of other creatures or objects to simulate them. Many Alacharians have been known to adopt the form of seemingly innanimate objects for the purpose of blending in. They need only to maintain the surface area of an object and can easily compact themselves into a more dense form. Due to their nature, they are not only aethiests but also are incapable of magic.

Aliases/Nickname:
Actual Name: Raikov
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Orc, Brown
Height: 2.4m
Weight: 146kg
Build: Very Heavy
Language(s) spoken: Orc, English
Job: Demolitions

Orcs are strong bipedal creatures. Known for their great natural height and bulk, orcs are often considered for manual labour over other species. They possess reasonable intelligence, allowing some of them to become engineers. Also capable of magic, the creatures are not ones to misjudge.

Aliases/Nickname:
Actual Name: Ziek
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Falla-Tan
Height: 1.6m
Weight: 65kg
Build: Very Little
Language(s) spoken: All
Job: Coordination, Technology

The Falla-Tan are a race of technologically advanced species. They have an innate connection to machinary, technology, electronics and computing. Their race has developed neural hookups for their brains to speed up the rate of which they work and manage. Most are bipedal and short comparitively to humans, with no thumbs on either hand. Their technologically associated powers are innate and allow them to quickly manage a network environment mentally. They have an unusually short lifespan of around thirty years.

Personality

Vincent is a friendly individual on the surface, displaying organisation skills and leadership qualities. He is a very calm individual and capable of arranging plans. He is dedicated and dangerously clever.

Thomas is likewise friendly, though less so than Vincent. He is incredibly patient, though he can get fired up quite badly if his buttons are pushed.

Razzy is a very energetic and excitable individual. She tends to talk a lot when she's given the chance, but she knows her boundries. Naturally, she is an extrovert.

Raikov is a generally reserved and unfriendly individual. He prefers to chase people off with glares, snorts and growls. He is notorious for his temper and gruffness.

Ziek is actually rather outspoken when with friends considering his nature when out in public. He is very subconscious about failure but otherwise is excellent when it comes to technology and innovation.

Equipment

Vincent
Katana
Dual Revolvers
Magical Trails, Tacks, Tracking, Pulses (Very subtle and weak forms of magic that are difficult to see by normal magical senses, due to their lack of any real function other than existing)

Thomas
Sniper Rifle
Binoculars
Magical Vision (Allows him to see heat through walls, detect metal/gems through solid ground, see through a layer of walls no thicker than 6 inches)
Combat Knife

Razzy
All of Razzy's equipment is made from her own body.

Raikov
Micro-Explosive Charges
Minigun
Grenade Launcher
Bayonet
HE Grenades

Ziek
Babelfish
Van
Neural Links
Tinytrackers

History

Dark Hounds's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 04:56:58, as written by Patcharoo

Into the bar came two people. Count em. Two.

Razzy came in, wearing casual clothing, a loose tee and sandals. She had short-ish hair, a sandy brown colour at that and looked like a real casual girl. With her was Vincent, the sort of guy who looked like he knew what he was doing. Under his arm was a folder. For a moment he paused, opening his mouth to call out;

"Hey, if anyone would like to make donations to try to stop the government from taking down the Hidden Glen, we're a nature group working towards that goal." The folder was opened and out came both a receipt book and several pamphlets talking about their cause. Nature warriors, or something. Apparently Hidden Glen was going to be demolished for construction of a new amusement park.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:02:49, as written by Patcharoo

Razzy nudged Vincent, nodding towards the kid. Vince shook his head. No way. Nuh uh. She could handle this one.

Razzy headed over to Cleo, kneeling down to look at the girl. "Hey, you okay there?" she asked in a nervously high voice. "You look upset. Are your parents around?"

Vince calmly lingered back to take care of any donations.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:07:38, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent looked over at the robot, reaching out to pick them up, if he could. They didn't actually have a donation basket. Or a tin. Those things were outdoubted. They gave out receit and put cash into a locked safety deposit box that they had in Gambit's. No risk of the money getting stolen.

Razzy nodded. "Aw, hey, c'mon," she said, trying to wipe away the tears. "I'll get you a drink. Come with me," she said, reaching out to take Cleo's hand and guide her to the counter.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:10:59, as written by Patcharoo

Razzy went to the bar, grabbing a glass to fill with water. She offered to help Cleo up to a stool so she could drink. "C'mon kid, you okay?"

Vincent stared. "Hey, we don't do that sort of charity, Raz."

"Yeah? Not gonna leave a kid. Besides, she can help us. Who could say no to a face like hers?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:15:41, as written by Patcharoo

Razzy raised her head, thinking she heard a question directed towards her. For a moment she looked at Layla, before shrugging. "Well, what's your name kid," she asked Cleo. "Do you know your dads phone number?" She raised her head to Layla once more. "It's okay, I got it."

Vincent dropped Wheelie. Not his damn problem. "Sorry, was just trying to help."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:20:55, as written by Patcharoo

Razzy folded her arms. "Hey, now tha-" she mutters unhappily. Right, not going to go bother Izzie. Someone else could deal with that. Likewise Layla.

Vincent looked between all the women. What was he going to do. Walking over to Layla he reached out to tap her on the shoulder. "Hey, we appreciate the help, Raz is just an independent sorta' girl. She doesn't like help."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:26:22, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent shrugged, caught between the robot and the woman. He chose to ignore the robot. "She's probably just looking for help. Got lost or something."

Razzy let out a sigh. "Alrighty, we're looking for your papa. Do you know where he might be?" she asked.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:30:18, as written by Patcharoo

"Your dads a dragon?" Razzy asked with a raised eyebrow. Alright, well that didn't sound too hard to find. Surely.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:33:21, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent gave a shrug, eading towards Izzie. Alright, leave them all to bug the kid, or whatever. It wasn't his job. "Hey," he said with a small wave. "Do you have a minute?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:39:22, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent adopted a casual appearance. "Yeah, we, me and Raz," he said, indicating over his shoulder, "Are a part of a nature group that are currently trying to save the Hidden Glen. There are plans by the government to have it demolished in favour of a theme park. Hidden Glen's an important natural land mark for the Wing City area, so we're looking for those who might be interested in donating to a good cause."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:48:27, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent shrugged. "Hey, whatever you like," he said, "No minimum donation. I'll even write you a receipt." He raised up his pen and receipt book. "And hey, if you'd rather see the forests chopped down, no ones judging you."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-13 05:53:29, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent counted out the bills, staring at the note patiently. "Hey, thanks," he said, leaning down to write up the receipt. "Your generous offer is really appreciated by nature."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-07-18 01:04:07, as written by Patcharoo

Two people entered Gambit's, the first being Vince with his broad shoulders and his sharp sensible looking face. The second was Razzy, who was substantially shorter and really mild and meek. Her shorts brown hair sat evenly on her head and she had very intense blue eyes. The two of them had several pamphlets and information about something happening to the Hidden Glen. Additionally, they had a sign that said, 'Protect Nature, Donate Today'.

"Hey," called out Vincent, "I don't know if anyone aware, but the corporations are looking to tear down Hidden Glen in favour of a theme park. If anyone would like to make a small donation, we're a wildlife group working to preserve the Hidden Glen both as a historic part of the area, but also as a place where many creatures live and many people visit for its scenic beauty."

With that small speech made, he hung around, watching the people to see who was interested.

# Dark Woods, 2011-07-26 03:29:06, as written by Patcharoo

Out in the woods a man walked around, flashing around a torch. It was Vincent, apparently lost, looking around with a dull confusion set about his features. "God dammit," he muttered, until his torch shined in the direction of a picket fence. What was a picket fence doing here? Well hell, if it was abandoned at least he had somewhere he could stay the night. Without much care he walked towards the house, looking for a gate of some sort of which to enter, or climbing over the fence if it was below waist height.

# Dark Woods, 2011-07-26 03:35:47, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent headed up to the front door, knocking on it. "Hey! Is anyone in there?" he called, "I got lost in the woods." This was the polite thing to do before breaking, entering and squatting.

# Dark Woods, 2011-07-26 03:45:18, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent lowered the torch, blinking at the woman. "Uh hey. I got lost in the woods when I was surveying the area and... and... Hey, have we met?" he asked, cocking his head. "Uh, sorry, can I just use your phone to call someone to come pick me up? I'll be out of your hair in twenty minutes, I promise."

# Dark Woods, 2011-07-26 03:53:08, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent entered, flicking off his torch. "Oh hey, that was you? Man, we really appreciate that. The paper roll you gave us must have been two grand. We don't often get people just handing over those sorts of donations. Most people are real tight, y'know?" He seemed in a good mood on recalling her donation. Now in the light it was clearer to see that he was in khaki coloured shorts and a white shirt that was smudged with dirt. His short and messy blond hair, which would have looked right at home on any surfer or hippy, was tied back behind his head.

"So where's your phone?"

# Dark Woods, 2011-07-26 03:58:18, as written by Patcharoo

Vincent accepted the offered phone. "Two grand to a good cause? Man, I wish I had that sort of money to donate," he said with a grin, "But, y'know. Mans gotta live. Nice house by the way. Uh, does it have an address? Or, some easy way to find it? By car, preferably."

# Dark Woods, 2011-07-26 04:05:26, as written by Patcharoo

"Alright thanks," said Vince, poking numbers into the phone. "Yeah hey, I got lost. Yeah I know." He gave off a laugh. "Anyway, this kind lady, the one I told you 'bout. The money roll from the bar. Yeah her. I happened to stumble on her house, and she's leant me her phone to ring you up." His arms folded. "Well mine ran out of a batteries, what do you want me to do?" He told them the directions. "Thanks. I'll see you in a bit." He hung up and handed the phone back. "Thanks."

# Dark Woods, 2011-07-26 04:09:14, as written by Patcharoo

Vince nodded. "Sure," he said calmly. "Man, who got the idea of building a house out here? Is it a family home or did you buy it?" He took a seat and looked around with a smile. It was like he really appreciated the place.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Patcharoo

Last seen at: Main Street

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