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Trine

Brief History

It's a world where humans live in a civilization of advanced technology, and city-based governments. There is even a populated space colony orbiting the planet. The Giga-corporation "Kylix" holds the most power, whose products are the majority of the world techs and medical research, including genetic engineering and cyborg technology. They do not interfere with the local governments. There hasn't been a war in over a century, and the majority of the population thank Kylix Corp.

28 years ago -A strange meteor enters the atmosphere and completely disintegrates in the sky before impact. The molecules spread through the planet exposing all life. A percentage of the human population is randomly infected by the unknown particles, and undergo neurological mutations and obtain a variety of telekinetic powers. (basically the elemental powers.)

A number of the people with these mutations are overwhelmed with there situations. Kylix offered help to these people, offering free medical examinations. The corporation call these mutants, “Alterphrenics”

19 years ago - Years past and many of the atlerphrenics never returned home. The Corporation had many meetings and announcements of how many had to be quarantined while others died from there condition. This was rather skeptical since nothing had ever happened to the alterphrenics who never went to the Kylix examinations.

In secret Klyix orp. was actually conducting secret experiments and military training. Kylix tried to clone the mutant genes but to no success. Another oddity which seemed rather ironic was that the genetic code of each individual alterphrenic was extremely stable, so it was impossible to genetically engineer an alterphrenic.

Baven, an alterphrenic (heating and fire powers), who had been in military training with the corporation form the beginning went berserk. He, with a large group of trained alterphrenics rebelled and escaped the corporation. They went on destroying the city they were in and managed to use their powers to blow up the entire city.

Today - Kyliz Corp. has abandoned it’s previous secret experiments and now focus on subjects much more specific. Meanwhile, there has been a lasting war.

One side is the New Age Faction, lead by Lord Baven, who has a complete hatred against humans without the "gift."

The Salvation Federation, lead by Supreme General Harrison is made up of an army with the opposite hatred. (Anyone with the "mutation" is a dysfunction to humanity.)

The New Age Fac. secretly go into cities to recruit members of there army. Alterphrenics have the "gift," and the New Age Faction can help express it. While the Salv. Fed. advertise prejudice of how alterphrenics will doom society.

The Kylix corporation has managed to keep the majority of cities out of the war with an army of robots, cyborg soldiers, and genetically enhanced superhumans (non-atlerphrenics with super-senses like super hearing, super sight, super strength and reflex.) They try to keep the peace and prevent prejudice within the cities.

However, corporation officials have a sinister operation that the public, militaries, and most employees don’t know. Unfortunately there is one employee, Milo Collins, who learned too much about the operation, titled "Trine," and is now on the run for his life. With the corporation after him, his safest hiding places are within the war-ridden zones unprotected by the corporation.

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The Three Standing Powers on the Planet


The New Age Faction, lead by Lord Baven, who fuels complete hatred against humans without the "gift," considering them as failed creatures of evolution and the new era. The army consists entirely of alterphrenics. The New Age Faction secretly go into cities to recruit members of there army. Alterphrenics have the "gift," and the New Age Faction can help express it.

The Salvation Federation, lead by Supreme General Harrison is made up of an army with the opposite hatred. (Anyone with the "mutation" is a dysfunction to humanity and must be eliminated) Most of the people in the army join out of pure revenge for what the New Age Faction had done. They are also against genetically engineered superhumans. They do not believe the human genome should be tampered with. They also have touchy views on cyborgs and believe such surgeries should only be performed if it is to save an individual's life. The Salvation Federation advertise prejudice and preach how alterphrenics will doom society.

The Kylix corporation, the third standing power, has managed to keep the majority of the cities out of the war, with their army of robots, mercenaries, cyborg soldiers, and genetically-enhanced “superhumans” They try to keep the peace and prevent prejudice within the cities.
(Though the secretly the Corporation officials have a sinister operation that the public, their military, nor very few employees know.)

Now keep in mind not everyone has a specific hatred to one side or the other. The Most cities don’t even have much of a racial/prejudice issue between humans and alterphrenics. Well over half of the human population do not want anything to do with the war. Kylix Corporation publicly insists on being neutral. It is the New Age Faction and the Salvation Federation that are the existing extremists.

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Type

Human: Not much to say here. A human is neither genetically mutanted nor engineered. At 70% of the world population are humans.
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Superhuman: Genetically enhanced humans.All superhumans have or had some form of affiliation with the Kylix Corp, whether military or scientific. Any superhuman children or adolescents have parents or guardians who work for the Kylix corporation. Superhumans normally have their DNA modifed before birth, or have been exposed to a benign virus as an embryo.

Class N: This type has a genetically enhanced, nervous system. An individuals nerves are generally thicker and much more efficient. This allows for having very keen senses of sight, hearing, touch, and smell. Unfortunately this makes them sensitive to crowded urban areas, anywhere with lots of noise, blind flashing lights, etc. Their enhanced nervous system gives them quick reflexes, speed, and astounding motor coordination. Most individuals have a higher than average IQ.

Class M: This type has an enhanced muscular system. An individuals muscle fibers are very dense and compact while still having the volume of a pro-athlete. These individuals have the strength of a bull elephant; the most impressive feat the strongest of these individuals could accomplish is flip over an armored tank. Such individuals have to spend much extra practive with their fine motor skills as they have the tendency to easily break small, sensitive equipment, "not knowing their own strength."

Class I: This type has an enhanced immune system and internal chemical defense. These individuals are immume to practically all known diseases. They can ingest and breakdown many poisonous substances that would be normally fatal. They also have speedy healing and regeneration. (They don't regenerate entire limbs, but can recover from severe wounds over night). There are some disadvanges of having hyperactive healing. For instance, if one was to break a bone, the injury must be immediately attended to or else the bone could heal in an improper shape or have medical complications.

There has never been an individual of mixed or two classes. All attempts have lead to very unstable genomes, leading to very cancerous and fatal results.

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Android: Humanoid robots. They can either have exact features of a human or have their robotic surface exposed. They can seem to be more robot than human or vice versa in terms of voice, to having self-awareness or emotions or not. They can have an assortment of equipment. (Can either use separate weapons/tools, like humans, or have a weapon/tool attachment from the body.) All androids are under Kylix Corp's orders.

Cyborg: A human that has any part of the body robotic. Any robotic transplant replacing muscle, such as an entire arm, would give them improved strength. Replaced sensory organs, such as ears and eyes could be enhanced or modified. (For example an ear that can see infrared). Individuals with a proshtetic brain could link themselves into the internet, and upload information. Cyborg tech is widespread; though the Kylix Corp provide the most advanced and custom products, all standard hospitals come equipped with basic prosthetics.

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Alterphrenic: A human with a neurological mutation. Their magnified brainwaves resonate with specifics forms of matter or energy which allow them to sense or telekinetically control. Individual alterphrenics untrained of their power could pose a hazard as emotions can ignite their abilites spontaneously. Since the emergence of Alterphrenics, the Kylix corp as provided training facilities and boarding schools for alterphrenics. Today there are also a number of private schools and companies for alterphrenic training, military affiliations not required. The New Age factor also happily take in any alterphrenics so long as they support their cause. List below is all the discovered forms alterphrenic abilites.

Telepathy - ability to read the thoughts and memories of others, even different animals. "Untrained" telepaths seek areas of isolation as they are easily overwhelmed by the thoughts they hear from an entire crowd. Publically telepaths have been given a bad reputation for taking advantage of people, blackmailing them of revealing people's deepest secrets.

Thermokinesis - ability to condense heat energy. A trained individual could increase the local temperature by condensing the heat energy in an area. Some have trained themselves to condense heat energy to the point of combustion, and controling fire, giving these individuals the title of "pyrokinetics."

Hydrokinesis - ability to manipulate water in any state (ice/liquid/vapor). They could also change the state of the water.

Electrokinesis - can manipulate electricity and store an ample amount in their bodies.

Terrakinesis - this is actually a general term of two types:

Type 1: manipulate materials based on the following elements: carbon, silicon, germanium, tin, and lead. (They are chemically related in the same group, based on the periodic table of elements). Any one of this type can manipulate almost any type of earth that makes of the planet's crust, from stone to sand. They can also manipulate items such as glass, electronic hardware, etc.

Type 2: manipulate the following metals: iron, colbalt and nickel.

Aerokinesis - can manipulate the air, primarily the two molecular gases of oxygen and nitrogen. There is evidence that there are other "types" of areokinetics.

Cryokinesis - ability to disperse heat energy. A trained individual cound decrease the local temperature by dispersing the heat energy in the area. They could cool areas and objects to the point of freezing.

Photokinesis - can manipulate the direction visible light. Trained individuals can bend light and create optical illusions such as invisibility. They can also condense light into beams and flashes.

Biokinesis - can transfer their own energy into the body of another organism to stimulate cellular growth. In other words they can greatly speed the healing process of an injury and can also stimulate the growth of specific organisms as a whole (for instance stimulate spontaneous growth on plants). But cannot cure diseases.


***Keep in mind that alterphrenics are no more physically vulnerable than the average human. There have been many many cases in which an alterphrenic’s own power backfired or is activated unconsciously and end up killing themselves as well as any bystanders. Alterphrenics have to have had substantial training before they could use their powers productively. Also, alterphrenics cannot directly manipulate any matter or energy within a LIVING organism - for instance a hydrokinetic CANNOT manipulate the water inside the person's body. Scientists are still baffled by what it is that protects living organisms to be manipulated as if they had a nature barrier. Some argue that this "barrier" is related to the possible existence of a spirit or soul.

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Character sheet: You choose which of the three sides your on (or maybe your not even part of any army) and that would determine what you can be.

**Name:**

**Gender:**

**Age:**

**Current Affiliation? Ex: New Age Faction/Salvation Federation/Kylix/neither)**

**Classification:** (Human/Superhuman/Android/Cyborg/Alterphrenic. If you're a superhuman, which type? If you're an alterphrenic, what kind? If you're a cyborg, explain, which aspects of the character's body is prosthetic/robotic)

**Appearance/Description:** (can include a detailed worded description or a picture)

**Personality:**

**Brief history** (Character's Background)

**Name:** - Milo Collins

**Gender:** - Male

**Age:** - 25

**Current Affiliation*** - Formerly an employee of Kylix Corp. Is now one of the most wanted men of the corporation.

**Classification:** - Class N Superhuman.

**Occupation** - Formerly a bio-technician at a Medical institute.

**Appearance/Description** - Stands 6ft tall and is on the lean side of 150lbs with a tone physique. He has dark brown hair with a buzzed cut with stubbles (hasn't had any time to shave). He's naturally tanned and he has dark brown eyes. He's currently wearing a dark green hoodie, sunglasses, headphones, blue jeans, and work boots.

**Personality** - Under normal circumstances when he's not being hunted down by the world's most powerful corporation, he can be very social individual. Growing up among a diverse community he doesn't hold any prejudice against alterphrenics or cyborgs and sees the war as a sad moment in history. When he's not socializing he can be very productive of his "me-time" as a book worm. To sum it up, being a Class N superhuman, Milo is a genius, most particularly in the science department. Majoring in biology, Milo knows much about the physiology of superhumans and alterphrenics. He is also a quick leaner of skills. He is very observant and is pretty cool under most situations, but when he does become stressed he'll talk an extremely fast pace. Being a Class N superhuman, he is very agile, not to mention he regularly excercises. At the moment though Milo is very cautious with anyone he speaks with, and handing his trust out on a silver platter as he normally did.

**Brief history** - Milo is the son of two Class N superhumans, part of the first few generations to be naturally conceived as a superhuman. Both of his parents had a military affliation with the Kylix Corp. His parents did not want to seclude Milo strictly into a military lifestyle and boast the stereotype of superhumans as drones of the Corporation. Living alongside a community of Kylix employees, Milo received the best education and had a happy childhood. As a teenage he moved into a boarding school in the Metropolis of Ralens where he eventually went for college. Afer graduating, he got a job at the East Ralen's Medical Institue as a bio-technician, researching and aiding the recovery of disease patients of alterphrenics.

One day, on what supposed to be a simple presentation with the board of directors of the institute turned to the worse day of his life. What is told by the media is that Milo is wanted to hacking into Corporation computers and stealing top secret information. The media informed the public that he was attempting to sell the information to either the New Age Faction or Salvation Federation, to further fuel the brutal war. In the underground, the corporation has put a bounty on his head. Unfortuately for Milo the story is entirely false. The truth is that Milo has the potential to reveal an powerful secret of the corporation. Running for almost three months, Milo relies entirely on his intellect and physical abilities as a superhuman to keep himself alive.

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IC

"Check Please." A young man raised his hand up to the passing waitress.

"Be right with you in a minute, hon." She said with a nod while carrying a tray of dirty dishes into the back kitchen. He huffed a sigh, impatiently. Normally Milo wasn't one to rush, but he had places to go...safe places. Sitting nonchantly alone at the table, he lifted the green hood off of his head, revealing his large headphones, and scratched his head. He wasn't listening to any music on his headphones, but it did help muffle some of the background noise around him from the static of the TV, chatty customers, and the loud AC. Being a Class N superhuman, his ears were sensitive. And although he normally could numb off loud background noise, he was a bit edgy at the moment.

Milo had to catch a bus within the next half hour. Hopefully it'll be the last bus he'll take, leaving Kylix territory. It was three whole months he was stuck in the country. Most of the time he was evading trouble, running from authorities. And just when he thought he would be home free, they would stop him at the last minute. But not this time. Hopefully not this time Milo thought to himself. Through his sunglasses, he glanced around the small diner. Most of the people there seemed rather normal...which bothered him. It was usually the "normal people" would attempted to jump or even shoot him. But this time if such a case happened again, he could strike back.

Hidden under his hoodie, Milo was armed with a handgun. Never in his life did Milo held let alone use a gun. But three weeks back, he was able to make connections. He got the gun plenty of practice in basement shooting ranges. It only took him a few days before he attained the skilled accuracy of a sharpshooter. But he hasn't yet tried to shoot out "in the field."

He tapped his fingers on the table. She's sure taking her sweet time Milo grumbled in thought about the waitress. He could just walk out of the diner. What difference did it make? He was already labeled a cyber-terrorist to the world. But he shrugged off the idea. He couldn't risk getting even the smallest of unwanted attention. Not when it has been going smoothly the past few days.

OOC:

**Name:** Torobu

**Gender:** Male

**Age:** 29

**Current Affiliation?** Ex-Kylix Corp. mech engineer

**Classification:** Cyborg

**Appearance/Description:** Torobu stands 6 feet 3 inches, weighs 234 pounds(only because of mechanical parts), has black hair and silver eyes. He usually wears black, skinny denim jeans and a black T-shirt. Torobu has a necklace from his dead lover around his neck. His facial features are hardened and dark, but he's really friendly and peaceful most of the time.

**Personality:** Torobu absolutely hates fighting. He's usually a peaceful man, but he hasn't got many friends as result of his cold voice. Many people don't like him.

**Brief history** Torobu was injured by a Kylix Corp employee after his lover, and so he decides to leave, taking his knowledge of machinery with him. He hopes to find some way to stop the fighting, and intends to help anyone with the same cause.

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IC:

"Come on!" Torobu yelled, throwing his wrench down.

"Torobu...calm down..." His younger sister tried to comfort him. "It's just a mech..."

"Just a mech? Just a mech!?" He yelled. "I'm trying to stop the fighting!"

"...I have faith in you..."

"Thanks, sis...please leave me alone, now..."

"Alright. Good luck, Torobu..."

Torobu picked up his blow torch and started welding some parts together. The mech was one of the best, and hardest, he'd ever built. It was also the hardest, by far. It stood at 10 feet and its beautiful black and red finish made it the pride of his work. He was just finishing the battle visor, the last piece before testing. Sure, it looked like a Kylix mech, but it was required for camouflage.

"Done..." He breathed, and wiped a grease smugde from his face, wiping his hands on a rag. He climbed down the small, 5 foot ladder he was using and put it away. A small button on the mech required pushing to open he pushed the button and the cockpit opened with a comforting sound of gliding machinery. "Music to my ears," he thought.

Finally! Milo watched the waitress exit through the kitchen doors, heading to the cash register to total up his check - I’m assuming, he thought on the side. Out of force of habit, his eyes strayed to continue surveying the scene. He also kept watch of what was happening out on the street through the window: noting the faces of pedestrians walking down the sidewalk, watching any cars parking on the street in view all while listening to everything in the diner. He heard the waitress walking toward him with her klunky styled stilettos. Continually scanning, he put a few extra seconds of attention of a grey sedan that parked across the street almost 7 minutes ago during which no one had yet to walk out of the car.

Milo looked up at the waitress. “Here’s your check, sir,” she said, handing him the receipt.

“Thank you,” Milo said with a smile. He looked back at the sedan.

**Name:** Alithoram Undescarido (Alith for short)

**Gender:** Male

**Age:** 27

**Current Affiliation?** Former Salvation Fed, currently Private Investigator.

**Classification:** Mostly human but his right hand and wrist is robotic

**Appearance/Description:** short scruffy brown hair and dark blue eyes, he wears blue jeans and a black t-shirt, when he goes out he wears a black trench coat. His robotic hand and wrist is covered by spray on skin. He carries glock and is a crackshot with it, he also managed to hold onto a P90 which he keeps under his mattress, ammo is no problem, it's easier to obtain then a gun so he keeps a few briefcases full of it in his closet

**Personality:** Sarcastic and short tempered, he doesn't have a particular hate, or like, for any side but will help those in need, even New Age Faction. But get in his way and he'll make sure you know about it.

**Brief history** He was with the Salvation Fed for a bit but never really hated the NAF, nor did he have a reason to leave. During a battle he was wounded, so the nearby hospital gave him a robotic hand and wrist. He stayed with the Salvation Fed but when a general saw him spraying the skin on his robotic hand and wrist he was shunned. So he quit and came to the city where he has acted as a PI since.
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IC:

Alith was tired,
He had been on the trail of a Class N Superhuman all day, he had had enough. Alith walked into the nearby Coffee shop and took a seat in the nearest corner, he rubbed his head with his hands
"How can I help you?" a waitress said with an all too fake smile
"Just get me some strong coffee" he replied, head still in hands
He looked up and pulled out the wanted poster
"Milo Collins where are you?" He muttered to himself
He observed the guests, mostly bored individuals, but then there was one guy sitting in the corner, looking out the window, he had earphones on and a green hoodie but he seemed familier
Alith looked at the wanted poster again, it was the same guy he was staring at 5 seconds ago.
He got up and made his way towards the so called 'Milo Collins', 'what kind of name is Milo anyway?' Alith thought
A waiter stepped in his way, he looked like he was from the country
"please return to ya table, we don't want no trouble round here" the waiter said with a not so nice smile, it was obvious he and the waitress had graduatted from 2 totally diffrent fake smile schools.
Alith pulled out his glock discreatly and pushed in again the waiter's stomach
"You know what this is right?" Alith asked
the waiter's head slowly bobbed up and down
"And you know what happens if I pull the triger right?"
the waiters head didn't move, but he wet himself insted
"Now get out of my way before I make sure your pee isn't the only thing on the floor"
the waiter sort of walked and ran at the same time, he fell over twice on the way back to the kitchen
Alith continued on to either the man he was after, or a look-a-likes table
"Are you Milo Collins?"

Looking out the window. Milo pulled out a roll of dollar bills to pay or the check. He glanced one last time on the sedan, which became difficult as the road became more busy with passing cars; it was nearing the peak of rush hour. The door of the car finally opened revealing a woman occupied on her cell phone with a coffee in her hand. Milo sighed. It’s all good. Maybe I’m actually getting too paranoid.

Looking back at the table his gaze then shifted to a shaky waiter standing just a little too close to a gentleman in front of him who was wearing a dark coat. Maybe…not paranoid enough. The waiter suddenly scurried off away from the gentleman, in a black tripping his way into the kitchen in a panic. What the hell was that all about. Milo wished he could have heard what that was all about. Wearing the earphones muffles his hearing down to average sensitivity. Milo looked back at the man in a trench coat. He was walking right to him. Milo unrolled the bills and started counting - all in effort to look busy. Meanwhile the gentleman came up to him and asked, “Are you Milo Collins?”

Shit-shit-SHIT! Milo’s mind was panicked, but he looked up to the man nonchalantly. He put the money on the table and tapped his fingers. A desperate idea came into mind. Milo calmly looked up at the man to answer his question but first repeated the question to reassure he heard the question right - and to stall for time. “Am I Milo Collins,” he chuckled lightly. He quietly dragged his foot around the base of the table. Not bolted! He put the rest of the money into his pocket. “Well, yes…yes I am.”

In a split second Milo took the hand he put in his pocket and flipped the table between him and the man. He then stood up from his chair while grabbing it. Within the next second Milo hurled the chair into the window. The chair crashed through the glass. Milo threw himself out of the diner through the broken window and rolled onto the sidewalk with a lack of grace. People in and outside the diner were already screaming in surprise. Milo retained his orientation from the fall and dashed to the other side of the road, incoming cars from both ways honking their horns.

**Name:** Desarir

**Gender:** Male

**Age:** ~20

**Current Affiliation?** Loose Kylix

**Classification:** Class N Superhuman

**Appearance/Description:** Desarir has long straight grey hair and wears a long bandana around his head to cover up his adaptive noise cancelling ear plugs. He has darker skin that is more desauturated than a normal human. He had an unshaven goatee. He wars a tee shirt with a long coat over it, and somewhat baggy pants. He stands about 5" 5' and is a slender build.

**Personality:** Desarir prefers to keep to himself. He has nothing to hide, except that he is the kylix corporation's dog. When asked about the war, he would say he is neutral, although in reality he is with the kylix corporation. He is impatient.

**Brief history** Desarir is one of the few living Class N Superhumans that survived desipite large complications. His rare condition caused serveral discrepancies in his memory. He didnt begin recording memory until he was 10 years old, leaving him unsure of how old he is and who his parents are. He assumes that he was born in a petry dish, as he has never had parents.

His condition leads to his getting very pent up. His hands are always shaking, and his heart beats 130-150 times a minute, making wounds twice as severe.

He fears that his body is going to burn out at the rate it is going. He goes back to the Kylix corporation 6 times a year to get an injection that will keep him alive longer. This means that he is on a leash and both him and the corporation knows it. Although he doesnt work for the corporation, he is required to perform small tasks for them. Normally he wouldnt, but his current condition makes his dependent on them.

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Desarir sighed loudly. He had recived his latest booster just a week and a half ago, but he was already feeling on edge again. He walked amongst the crowd, his head dipped down to keep the bright sun out of his eyes. He swept the long hair out of his eyes. Music was playing somewhere, and he winced as the high notes pierced the air. His ear plugs were in his backpack. He wove through the crowd, his headache already starting.

He adjusted his sunglasses with a shaking hand. His breath came in bursts. He tried to relax. He took another sip from the beer bottle in his hand, the only thing that seemed to calm his nerves. The beer bottle shook in his grasp. His hands were never steady. The corporation probably only gave him half the dosage he should get, so he would stay their dog. They, of course, told him that their treatment was the only thing that could help him.

I am going to die soon anyway, He thought. His body couldnt keep working like this. The furious pace that his heart beat at.. it was going to burn out.

He shifted his coat, and continued onward, passing by a coffee shop. He looked inside briefly, but decided against it. The place was relativly empty. He took another sip from the bottle, watching it wobble in his uneven grasp. That unsteadyness didnt affect his use of firearms. He didnt even have a gun on him. Suddenly, the window behind him exploded. He staggered sideways, crashing into a newpaper vendor. His vision blurred from the sound. He panted loudly, noticing he dropped his beer. He looked up, his hand fumbling in his backpack for his ear plugs. His heart raced at its irregular beat.

He panted, then looked back, shoving the plugs into his ears. He saw a figure run across the street. He steadied himself, reaching for his phone.

"Oh come on! I don't have time for this!" Alith yelled, he opened the door, he would never catch him like this, but maybe he didn't have to.
Alith started sprinting, pulling his glock out and trying to take aim,
to many civillians Alith thought only one way to fix that
Alith fired a bullet into the air and everyone scattered
Perfect
he kept running, there he was, just infront!
Alith aimed while running
Oh this is going to be accurate Alith thought sarcasticly as he popped off 8 bullets, all aimed for Collin's legs.
Alith kept running

Milo was fast; no average person would be able to catch up with him. Unfortunately speed alone didn’t matter for him as he squeezed his way through a tight crowd fleeing from the scene with him. Milo heard a gun shot fired from behind. More people screamed.

He grit his teeth as he tried to make it down the street. The sidewalk finally cleared enough for him to finally get distance quick. More gun shots were fired. He heard several bullets whizzing passed him and ricocheting off the jump. He jumped in reflex. In panic Milo swerved into an alley. More gun shots were fired. “Yee-ow!!!” Suddenly there was a sharp thud and intense pain on his right calf making Milo topple to the ground. His earphones fell off his head.

On his back he held up his leg. The bullet went right through the jeans but was attached to the leg guard beneath. At least he knew the pads were a good investment after all. Milo got to his feet but his leg was unbearably sore. He continued down the ally, limping. Making his way to a door at the end he pulled out his gun and looked back. Still clear for the next second! He reached the door and toggled the knob. Just my luck! He grunted in frustration shaking the knob harder for it to open. He then looked to his gun and than aimed at the knob. He fired a shot; the bang echoed in alley. He hissed from the loud sound; his sensitive hearing was fragile in without his earphones. Milo then started hearing sirens out in the distance. Still locked. Milo fired two more shots ignoring the sting of his ears. The lock finally gave.

Flinging the door open he hastened inside. He scanned the perimeter; Milo was in a large garage and nobody seemed to be home from what he could tell. He shuffled his way to nearest hiding spot between several stacked crates of used metallic parts. He tried to quiet his breathing and hoped for the ringing in his ears to die down soon.

**Name:**kera thogan

**Gender:**male

**Age:**21

**Current Affiliation Kylix (part of the new technology research team) (mechcanical

**Classification:** Cyborg heavily moded one arm and the other arms hand one eye half of his brain and both of his legs.

**Appearance/Description:** he is about 6'0 and muscled. short black hair and one soft blue eye (the other being a dark blue) wears a t shirt with a pair of pants (none of his prostitics seem any diffrent from his real limbs.)

**Personality:**happy go lucky

**Brief history** will add later

Cars honked as the man fled the scene. Desarir started towards the coffee shop, to check inside and see what happened. The door to the coffee shop banged open, and an armed man ran outside. Desarir quickly hid behind a stack of newspapers. He put two and two together.

He didnt need this. He hadn't asked for this. The man started in the direction of the one who left moments ealier, stopping to shoot into the air. The sound didnt even phaze Deasrir. Not with his ear plugs in. Everyone panicked, probably what the suit wanted. People screamed. Cars swerved in the street. It was chaos.

"J-Jesus christ.." he muttered. He pulled out the phone, and dialed. It was hard to hit the right keys with his hands rocking around, but that was always true. The phone rang. He waited for someone to answer. More gunshots sounded, not as close. He heard screams coming from down the street. Desarir peeked over the top of his newspaper in time to see the man in the hoodie run into an alleyway, the suit chasing after him.

Desarir lived only a block away from where the gunshots were coming from. He had left just 10 minutes ago. Further gunshots boomed, echoing off the buildings. Shit. He looked back over his shoulder, at everyone: the people on the street. Everyone was hiding behind something.

His call got through. He just gave them a location and hung up. He didnt have time to waste. He got up and sprinted down the street, doging several cars untill he reached the other side. His breath came unevenly as he jumped the curbe. He didnt know who that man was, but he was going to help him.

Name: Random 108

Gender: Male construct

Age: 4

Current Affiliation: Unallied

Classification: Android, built for infiltrations and assassinations

Appearance/Description: Random 108 has a neutral, baseline appearance. 'He' appears to be a male of average height, with sandy brown hair, and hazel eyes. He has an average build, although his actual strength is that of a machine, so this often gives a surprising effect to those unaware of Random 108's true nature.

Personality: Random 108's personality programming is currently in infiltration mode. This means he is more or less social, and friendly.

Brief history: Much of Random 108's history is classified. He was originally a Kylix Corp assassin droid, but he was reprogrammed while on assignment to infiltrate and eliminate a New Age cell.

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"Dr. Collins," Random said as he stepped out of the shadows, "I will delay your adversary. Please meet me this evening at the following address."

Random held out a folded note and two extra magazines of ammunition.

"I believe that these should be the correct rounds for your gun. Please hurry. I can hear footsteps approaching. I will hold them off as best I can."

Random opened a rifle case on the table behind him, taking out a .50 calibre sniper rifle. He took position, crouching in the open door. He aligned the scope to his eye. Inside of Random's head, digital information transfers realigned to load up firing patterns and target recognition and acquisition software. His thermal sensors, somewhat defeated by the light of day, began to register the outline of Milo Collins' intended assassin. Not hesitating, Random fired through the corner of the building just before the attacker appeared.

The round of the .50 calibre rifle blazed from Random's weapon with a deafening explosion of power, much greater than Milo's handgun had produced. Random's computer mind hoped it would not be enough to do permanent damage to the doctor's hearing, but it was a calculated risk. The bullet smashed through the corner of the brick building, just inches in front of Collins' pursuer.

A voice out of nowhere, “Dr. Collins”

“Ah!!” Milo jumped from the stranger’s instant appearance. Milo would’ve been aiming his gun at him if he didn’t drop it when he was startled. I didn’t even hear this guy. But before he could make any further reaction the figure continued, “"I will delay your adversary. Please meet me this evening at the following address." The man handed him a note along with two magazines. "I believe that these should be the correct rounds for your gun. “Please hurry. I can hear footsteps approaching. I will hold them off as best I can."

Speechless, Milo accepted the stranger’s token. Blinking repeatedly in thought he then blurt, “What, wait! Who are…” Milo paused when he saw the massive gun the stranger carried, walking out the door that Milo came in. Milo covered his ears in time before the rifle fired as he anticipated. His ears still rung but he put the note and magazines in his pocket and got himself up. He didn’t know what was going on but he was getting away from this mayhem. Milo limped a pathetic jog, looking for another way out of the garage. He would have to look for another way out of the area. I probably will miss the bus by now, damn it.

Opening a door deeper into the building, Milo had a quick afterthought. Did that guy call me “Doctor?” Milo even less at ease with his rescuer. Milo had only received his Doctorate not even 6 hours before he had fled the Med center and become a “convict.” He didn’t get the chance to tell anyone and the media never bothered to mention his degree. The only way someone would know is if they did up-to-date research on his bibliography and only authorities of Kylix would know. This guy’s got ‘some’ connection. He was about to start disputing with himself whether he should meet up with this fellow or not…Later later. Milo got back on focus on escaping the scene.

Alith run up the alleyway only to have the world explode infont of him, he got back up. It seemed Collin's had big gun
"Shit!"
Alith poked his head around the corner to see a huge .50 cal rifle pointed at him
He quickly retracted his head, he needed money for the rent, but to collect that money he needed to have his head attached to his sholders.
"All right, screw this, I'm outta here" Alith said loud enough for the guy with the rifle to hear.
He walked out of the alleyway and quickly ran to the other side of it, he couldn't go through the alley door but maybe he wasn't paying attention to the other door, it was a long way to the other side of the building.
Alith opened the door, gun at the ready and starting slowely advancing into the dark garage.
"This place is bigger then I thought"

Random understood that the attacker would try again, from a new angle. Putting his rifle back in the case, he walked at a hurried pace in the direction Collins had escaped. It was not good; the doctor was bleeding, leaving a red trail for anyone to see. He followed the trail til the exit, followed it until he could see even a few meters between blood spatters.

Hoping it might give the doctor a bit of an advantage, Random took out his knife, and without a sound, pulled it across the skin of his hand, leaving a bright red line, which quickly began to bleed profusely. Squeezing his hand, Random let some of his blood fall to the ground, then began to create a second trail in a new direction. Random hoped there was enough of a gap that any trackers would see this line first and, being in a hurry, follow the trail to Random instead of the doctor. Even if the trackers were not in a rush, they would still have a decision to make, and in that case the doctor's odds were now 50/50 of escaping.

Random began to run in a staggered pattern, simulating a leg injury of a similar type that Collins suffered. He ran to a fire escape and disappeared into an apartment building.

Desarir ran along the buildings, eyes focused on the alleyway. He ran, his heart hammering in his chest. His ear plugs started loosening. He caught one, and was in the process of putting it back when the other one fell out. He barly caught that one. If it had not been for his reflexes, he would not have been able to catch it. He decided to just hang onto them for now.

The corporation had told him to avoid stressful situations because it placed additional strain on his already volitile body. They told his a lot, claiming it was in his best interest. Sweat poured off his body. He was speeding. He must have overdosed.

He was coming up to the enterance of the alleyway. He slowed to a walk so that he would not be heard, then pressed himself against the corner. He didnt breathe. Luckily, that sprint had not elevated his breathing more. Footsteps. They were getting quieter. He put his hand on the corner, and was about to peak around, when he caught a faint glimpse of a bullet. Shortly following the bullet tearing a hole in the wall was the report of a very large rifle. He felt the gunshot in his chest. His ears sounded like they were clipping. The gunshot sounded less like a gunshot to him and more like a generic loud boom, only it crackled in the high notes. The corner of the alleway shattered in a cloud of dust. Desarir quickly moved away from it.

The world grew very quiet. He held his hand up to his ears, although it didnt help at all. He could only hear the muffled sound of his frantic breathing over the deafing ring of his ears. He stumbled away from the alleyway, his mind numbed. He ducked into the shelter under a door and brushed some of the brick dust out of his eye. The bullet had traveled across the street and embedded itself in a parked truck.

Someone was saying something, it was unintelligable over the ringing in his ears. He saw the man equiped with a gun emerge from the alleyway. He didnt seem to notice Desarir. He took off, running away from Desarir.

His senses were slowly returning. He put the ear plugs in his had back in, although even with them out he couldnt hear a thing. He counted really slow to ten, then walked towards the corner again. He peeked around the corner. No one was there. He slowly stepped towards the only open door at the end of the alleyway, a hole in the doorframe where a bullet went.

He reached behind blindly in his backpack. He was looking for the branded leather case of the 12 inch knife that the corporation had handed him for his "Service". He had thought at the time that he would never need it, but still he carried it around. He grabbed it and tossed the kylix insignia case away. Evidence for the feds, I guess. The knife almost glowed in the dim light. That didnt reassure him.

He listened, but his ears were still recovering from the blast moments before. He had absolutely no idea what was in there.

**Name:** Angelo Israfil

**Gender:** Male

**Age:** 25

**Current Affiliation:** New Age Faction

**Classification:** Photokinetic Alterphrenic

**Appearance/Description:** Angelo is incredibly handsome, with boyish features framed by blond locks. Prefers white clothing, armour and weapons. Has the tight muscles of an athlete.

**Personality:** Angelo appears kind enough and helps people in need, but still has deep-seated issues that require intense psychiatric attention or at least a morphine overdose.

**Brief history** Angelo has discovered his purpose. It was God Himself who bestowed upon Angelo the Honour and Duty of becoming the living vessel of Raphael. It was God who guided him to Uriel. With the help of Uriel and the Lord, Angelo will find the other archangels and bring the Divine Judgement upon the world.

That's what Angelo believes, anyway. The truth is somewhat more banal.

Angelo Israfil was one of the many potential alterphrenic troops for Lord Baven's expanding army. It was unfortunate then that he was placed in a boot camp under the command of a sadistic drill sergeant. Never a particularly strong-minded man, Angelo broke down under the torturous training regime and fell back on his strong faith in God.

On one fateful day, Angelo suffered a full mental breakdown and stabbed his drill sergeant fifty times. To Baven's surprise, when he was court-marshalled he simply grovelled a lot and swore alleigance to something he kept calling "the Divine Cause". Seeing the potential uses for a devoted fanatic, Baven played along with Angelo's delusions and had him complete his training.

Angelo serves as a shock trooper for the New Faction. Using his Maglite/shotgun 'Blast of Truth', he is capable of stunning large numbers of targets before bringing them to lead shot judgement. The last thing many people saw was Angelo's silhouette, charging towards them.

Angelo survives as long as Baven finds him useful.

Milo walked down what appeared to be an office area; he made his way through a walkway between several empty cubicles. Everyone must have the day off. It is Sunday. He looked back to make sure that he wasn't being followed. Something then caught his attention on the floor. A trail of red spots. Small but noticable on the white tile floor. He looked at his leg. Crap! How'd I not feel that." Blood oozed over a hole in his pants. Apparantly, a second bullet skimmed him just enough to bleed, but the pain from the direct shot on his leg guard was all he noticed at the time. He wiped the wound over with his pants and hoped it would soak the rest of any blood still dripping.

He continued on his way into another room. He looked around. There were windows to the front of the street. He was in the front lobby of the building. He just had to reach to the door and get out of the building.

Alith walked down the hallway untill he came to a split
"Shit! How the hell am I supposed to know which way to go!" Alith asked himself
It was then he noticed two diffrent trails of blood, one went to the right, one to the left.
One of them seemed like it had just poured out and moved spasticly around, the other was only a couple of drops, but Alith knew that someone was helping him, the bullet had only skimmed collin's leg, there was no way it would bleed that much.
Ok I can either go the obvious way and pray it's not the other guy, or take the less obvious guy and have a chance of getting my rent money
Alith took the path with the least blood, his gun at the ready

**Name:** Desmond Xen

**Gender:** Male

**Age:** 26

**Current Affiliation?** kylix

**Classification:** Superhuman Class N

**Appearance/Description:** http://news.filefront.com/wp-content/up ... type-1.jpg
without the mutated hands.

**Personality:** nothing. but has been showing signs of showing emotion.

**Brief history** His parents worked for Kylix and and at a young age discovered that he was a Class N superhuman. At the age of 15 his senses overloaded and completely wiped his memory and emotion. Kylix used this to there advantage and used him to assassinate targets that were deamed a threat. His first target was Milo Collins.