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Rafael Jose Alihambra

"I am a F**k Mothering Assassin, and I demand to be respected as such"

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a character in “SCION”, as played by Booker_Dewit47

Description

Full Name: Rafael Jose Alihambra

Nicknames/Aliases: No Known, but due to his age, most would assume him a Vampire.

Age: 850+? Estimated DOB: 1160s, First known appearance was in 1898 during the Spanish American war.

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Sorcerer

Eye color: Shifts between Red, black, and yellow, no known reason as too why. Will stay Yellow most of the time

Post/Rank: He has held the rank of Captain in the Spanish Army,
Hauptsturmfuhrer in the SS, and 1st LT in the US Army.
His Current Rank with in S.C.I.O.N is classified.


Description: Rafael stands at 5'11, with eyes the change color and Black hair.
He wears a 40s era gentleman coat and tie as well as trousers with a set
of black loafers and a Brown, wide brimmed hat with a wight band.
The color of the set varies, but it will usually be light brown.
He wears a Catholic Crucifix around his neck as well
as a Irish four leaf clover charm and a single Dog tag.


Personality: Rafael is Dark, cold, sarcastic, and really just a bad person
cross. Now, when he is among those he can call friends, he can warm up
but will usually retain his sarcastic attitude.

Skills: Rafael, dispute being a devout man of god, is a master of Galdr,
or Norse Rune magic. Being able to cast multiple low-mid level runes at will
with out needing to recite them (due to his tattoos, which act as the runes
them selves. He can use this skill to help his friends and harm his enemies,
how ever, as with most magic, it comes at a price: He is quasi immortal.
This, to most, would appear to be a god send, however Rafael is tired of
living and wishes to join his departed friends and family in heaven but
cant. The only known way for him to die, or even be injured, is to do so
in combat. He cant die of natural causes, and cant kill himself.

Brief History: Other then being born in Spain in...well, no exact or even estimated date can be said. He has never gone in to detail about his birth and no known historical record can account for him. He could be over miliniea old for all the world knows. Serving with
the Spanish army (and later Cuban rebels), the Waffen SS as a Hauptsturmfuhrer,
and as a 1st LT in the US Army's "Deadhead" unit, not much is known as he does
not like to talk about his past and his mood will darken if asked about it.

Weapons: His tattoos act as the source of his powers. All he simply has to
do is put his power hand out and think of a certain Rune and it will be casted.

One (1) SCAR-H 7.62x5.2mm Assault rifle.
^ this is due to his need for a conventional ranged weapon with ammo that is common
He favors this over the M16, M4, and AK47/74 he was offered due to its
longer range and better power. He will usually have it hidden around him
but allways with in reach.

One (1) Luger PO-8 chambered in modern 9x19mm Ammo.
^this was born out of his need for a compact, easily hidden personal weapon
supposedly obtained from his time in the SS.

Commonly used runes:
NOTE: these are authentic Norse runes and are pronounced in ancient Norse.

Uruz
"ooo-rooze"
Ur is useful for using primal power to release creativity and create sudden
change. It can be used to release or tame power. In all cases there is a
certain danger to the action, since it will be the rune caster's personal
skill and power which will control that which is unleashed.
In conjunction with other runes, ur is useful in the vocation of various natural powers.
it helps areas of risk and beginning an adventure, even that of starting
a business or any other area in which you are putting something at risk.
In the eighteen runes of which Odin speaks, the sixteenth is one that wins
the heart of a woman.

What this does for Rafael: It can be used as a way to tame powerful
natural forces such as the wind and rain. It can also be used to tame....the
heart of strong a willed women.

Thurisaz
"thoor-ee-saws"
Thorn (Thurisaz) is useful for attack and sometimes for tests. It makes people careless at the wrong moment;
it makes people sicken; it drives people insane.
It is particularly suitable for increasing the fear of people already afraid.
Of Odin's list of eighteen runes, the sixth turns an enemy's spells against
them.

What this does for Rafael: Its a standard combat rune usually bound to his
hands and used as both a weapon to injure his foes, but a shield to block
other spells. Not effective at stopping bullets.


Raidho
"rye-though"
This rune symbolizes the journey to a place of power, the realms of the dead.
Thus it can be used to gain knowledge from the dead through necromancy,
seance, and divination.

What this does for Rafael: Two things. 1. Faster then light travel through
the use of shadows around him and there fore is mainly effective at night.
2. Can act as a counter to Necromancy in the sense of a shield.


Kenaz
"cane-awze"
Ken is useful for spiritual understanding, initiation, the harnessing of power, and guardianship.
It can be used to bring strength to an individual, or for the banishment
of dark forces lying in a persons mind.

What this can do for Rafael: Mainly used out side of combat to calm the mind of those under stress,
can also be used to banish daemons from possessed souls (exorcist style, b*tches).
Lastly it can be used to heal a great mental trauma that a person has suffered.

NOTE: to Clariafy, this is not the entirety of his magical powers, more like the Major spells. Rafael will use a variety of common magic such as Pyromancy and necromancy.

Non Norse Runes:

Alle Sehen: a Germanic rune, this gives Rafael the ability to see the life force of others,
even through walls and other obsticals. Has a limited range of 30-50 feet.

Der Schnitter: a Bezerker style rune, this allows Rafael to form a scythe made out of his own magic energy.
NOTE: This is a meta style skill to by only used as a last resort.


Dispite of seeing the rise of the Khans, both world wars, the crusades, and the Inquisition, he can still be compassionate to strangers. Offend trying not to harm innocents ae: women, children and priests.

So begins...

Rafael Jose Alihambra's Story

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Arcturus awoke alone in the warehouse, barely able to see. His head was pounding, and he was thirsty. He got up, but could barely stand. He heard a door open, but his vision was blurred to a point of near blindness. A figure stood in front of him, laughing, and dropped a small bottle at Arcs' feet. It looked to be filled with blood, but strangely, Arc couldn't fight the urge to drink it.

He finished it, and some of his senses returned. His vision became clear, his headache subsided, and his legs were firm. And then he realized. He'd been turned. Arc had been caught up. He left the warehouse, and made his way to the nearest payphone, making a call to the only person he could trust with information this sensitive. Rafaiel.

HIs phone rang twice before he answered.

"Bluebird st warehouse, bring a bloodbag. It's as bad as it sounds."

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Lulu's gaze was well met, and her searching mirrored Montana's own, somewhat younger gaze. Her baby blues were guarded, but intent. Even with the painkillers that ran through her veins her eyes held the focus needed to study who she was talking to. "Not a Wolf, no. My humanity is an issue I only debate with myself." A small joke, but one that held a small amount of truth behind it. Something to set the mood between them. 'Your mind is in good company with mine' Not in the sense that she struggled with the same things, but that one intelligence wouldn't find anything amiss in the other. That implied a lot.

"My associates simply helped you because you needed it, I imagine. I saw a person wounded in a way that didn't exceed my knowledge, so I did the same."


Stifled honesty might be best at work here, in his opinion. Crystal inadvertently said as much when she brought up the murders There was nothing to gain from outright lies. They had taken the woman to their safe house, she had seen their faces and knew the diagram of their blood. She could be a well placed spy of the White Rose, or even the Cult they were looking for. The options, were endless. One of those options was that she was a wounded vampire that meant them no ill intent, and was attacked for reasons native to herself. If they needed to wipe her mind, Derrick had his well polished loafers on ground. A memory wipe was that mans bread and butter.

"Our help has no strings attached, but if you could tell us who attacked you, it could shed some light on our situation." Our was the word he used in particular, for very good reason. Our meant, we have involved ourselves in an attempted slaying, or warning of some kind, and I'd appreciate knowing a little of what we've gotten ourselves into. He didn't expect her life story, or what she might have done before that influenced the situation. Just a what. The rest would come later.

"I can go into that in detail in a short while." He replied to Stride. "It's a bit of a long story." Loosely translated, I'd rather not talk about it in front of the vampire in case she's not receptive to who we might be.

He'd send out the message now, and quickly, pocket texting as he always did. One message. "Advise caution. Arcturus, followed White Rose member alone" He set it on a minute timer, to all standing SCION operatives.

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"I see, wilco...and Arc, dont freak out." He slipped the phone back in to his pocket and walked out the door. Coming down the hall way he was faced with a group of "Bobbys" British police. "Sir I need you to come with us, this area has been declared toxic and we need to decontaminate you." Rafael smiled and spoke "As fun as that sounds, I will haft to decline" putting his hand out and muttering Thurisaz under his breath. The Bobbys all fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

"Oh stop whining, its just stomach ulcers." Stepping over the police, he turned the corner and opend the door....


...Only to walk right back in after seeing the size of the York PD and toxic waste teams waiting on the other side of the door. Grimacing, he walked back to the room they had found the cryptid and took a look down the shoot. "Well...its not the worst hole I have been in....at least the queen of Scotts was clean." He crawled through the opening and slowly inched down. After 15 minuets of slowly crawling down, he found him self at the bottom.

Grunting slightly, he let got and jumped down, landing softly in the piles of....waste. Brushing him self off and using a small flame to burn off any odder attached to his coat, he vaulted over the side of the waste bin and looked around the ally. Lighting a cigar as he walked, he strolled down the ally and around the corner. He came face to face with two gentlemen. One was holding a knife, while the other was looking and multiple directions at once. "Alright gramps, just hand over your wallet and any other shiny shit and we can be on our way." Rafael simply smiled. "As for a wallet, I do not carry one, but I do have something shiny you can see."

Opening his trench coat in a flash and bringing up the SCAR-H to bare on the knife wielders head, he spoke. "I do not think you want any thing shiny that I have, cobron." The twitchy one suddenly snapped his and growled a growl that wasn't human. Rafael grimaced again and puled the trigger just as the knife wielder lunged at him. Dropping his friend as soon as he moved, Mr. Twitchy lunged and knocked Rafael down, making him drop the rifle. Baring his teeth and snarling, he went to bite at Rafael's neck...only to find a vary cold barrel at his chin. "Bad dog." was all Rafael said before pulling the trigger twice and putting two bullets through the Lycans head.

Felling the wolf go limp, he rolled him off and got up. Those shots will have attracted the local police, I must move fast Snapping his finger, a small flame appeared. Willing it to grow, and feeling his power dwindle in return, he let loose two fire balls that engulfed the two bodies. Picking up his rifle and hiding it under his coat, he turned the corner just to hear the group of Police close in and gather around the burning bodies.

"Well, if Oren wasnt going to bitch me out, she will now." He said as he closed to the door on the "Barrowed" Mustang and stated the engine. He gunned the the car and sped off down the street. As he drove, he picked up his phone and dialed Oren. "Oren, I just got a text from Arc, I think hes been turned and is need of a blood bag, move fast...we both know how a new born can be." hanging up before she could answer, he sat back and drove towards the safe house.

"Oh yes, shes definitely bitch me out now."

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Derrick was about done when Raf came out of the building and decided that now was a great time to cast all the magic in the world. Derrick gritted his teeth, Raf was dam luckily that he was here right now to clean up the idiot's messes.

Extruding more power any bystanders around's memories were altered to remove Raf and instead placed a brown colored gas in it's place complete with an unsettling smell.

It was then he spoke to the bystanders, hazmat, and police gathered his tone sounding authoritative with just a hint of panic.

"Get away from there! This is a serious leak, we need to evacuate the area!"

Of course to make his day worse Raf in all his extra brilliance decided to shoot someone then conjure fireballs and run away in a mustang. He was gonna punch that idiot or make sure to figure out a way to bind his powers until he stop acting like a high teenager.

The image of the remains bomb was placed on the bodies and burning with them.

He heard the mummers through the police as they recognized the 'bomb' burning with the bodies.

Derrick made sure to swear loudly before turning to the police chief. "Evacuate the area while I call my boss."

With that he walked away and placed a call to 'his boss' also known as Head Scion Sorcerer Saffiya Elmessiri.

"Yeah looks to be a planned attack, a brown gas was released and smelled raucous."

There was a pause as he made sure to put on a show for those watching.

"Stomach ulcers possible? A gas canister of weaponized Helicobacter pylori you think? Yeah and there was some shots and two bodies burning in a near by ally pretty sure I saw a bomb on the bodies."

Another calculated pause.

"I agree it could be someone making good on threats to the viking festival, some rif /Raf/ possibly. Can't rule out gang activity, either way I recommend reinforcements."

Hanging up the phone Derrick walked back to the police and Emergency mangers now on scene.

"Just called my boss, upper management wants the site be evacuated of all non essential personal for the moment. Myself included, only bomb squad, emergency management, and people to secure the area should be here. It was also ordered that everyone exposed be checked out by specialized doctors once the source of the gas has been found and treated asap."

With that Derrick turned to walk away following the orders given to him by his boss. Hoping back into the vehicle with tinted windows he drove away.

As he drove away he seethed, using so much magic was always a risk, it attracted attention from the supernatural community that he liked to avoid. Unlike other sorcerers Derrick preferred to keep his magical talent under-wraps.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Oren had hopped into the van and pulled off the stained and bloody lab coat.The vampress was planning to spend the time tidying up the gashes across one side of her face, wounds that had been sluggishly bleeding down her neck and shoulder for some time, when her phone rang.

The researcher's steely expression upon hearing Rafael speak more or less said it all about the woman's opinion on both what had happened, and him attempting to set her this task. Oren was silent for a long moment, before she sent a voicemail straight back.

" Alihambra. You seem to have a few misconceptions about this situation.First of all, do I seem to be in a good position to do that?Do you think as a vampire I just carry bags of blood around with me? Oddly enough most of my kind exercise a level of self control. Something that faszfej Longbow is a complete stranger to. Secondly, since when has this been my problem? I'm a researcher, not the appointed babysitter of all the vampires of SCION. I'd like to assume that I wasn't sent out here for my skills of dealing with field agents' negligent bullshit. Thirdly, you are talking as if you have any authority to tell me what to do. I can assure you, you don't."

She remarked upon all of this whilst watching Toby with the look of distinct suspicion, one perfected by a life of not trusting anybody, not even members of her own organization.

In some cases, especially not those in her own organization.

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The cryptid's neon gaze flickered up toward Christina, staring dully at the sorceress, its expression now more a one of exhausted resignation than active fear, lacking the energy to do much other than go along with it.

It took the creature a few moments to realize what they wanted before it..or possibly she, struggled to comply, reaching the one working arm around the lip of the dumpster and dragging herself up, grimacing and stifling a whimper as she did so, her other arm useless and providing no means to hold the incision on her front closed, prompting spasmodic wretching that nearly pushed her over and ejected more green blood from her mouth onto the dirty concrete.


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"I've completed all my objectives AND I bought you all pizza. They should just hurry up and promote me to a team leader because I'm obviously killing this field agent stuff."

Kora strode in through the front door of the safehouse, several pizza boxes in one hand and a bag full of drinks in the other. (The soft kind, as she very much doubted the senior officers would approve of them drinking whilst technically on duty.)

"If people aren't back I'm eating their food. Not going to suffer through cold pizza because some agent can't get his ass back on time. Cold pizza is bullshit and everyone knows it."

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" Spire, Toby, I'll not ask for your weapons , but I will ask that we keep everything civilized, Please?" He asked before getting out of the Van, which had been parked around the back of the Safe house building in a somewhat hidden spot. Issac went a head and pulled out his multi tool01 heading to the back of the van. He removed the license plate and placed it in the back of the van.
He didn't want some police officer to pass by and notice the stolen car, so he took the plate from his rental car and placed it on the van. His rental car could be explained off simply, the van, not so much. Satisfied with his work he went to the safe-house.

Issac marched in behind Oren, wearing his regular passive yet stern expression, ignoring Oren's complains against him. She didn't provide any leadership and blew his suggestion out of proportion, but she was a doctor and probably hadn't been in a situation were cutting off a dead limb would serve better than hanging onto the hope of keeping it. He didn't hold it against her. Issac gave a wave to Alexander and the others. " We've got guest of our own." Issac said with a nod behind him, then gave Alex a warning expression, just for a split second. Not that it was needed Alex tended to error on the side of caution more than not from what little Issac knew of him. He'd not have to worry about Spire or Toby here. Out numbered and out gunned.

Issac paused for a moment seeing Lulu, an eye brow arced in surprise, then offered a smile and a nod as a greeting before heading into the 'Living' room. The smell of food hit him like a piano dropped from a 5 story building. He darted over and swiped a slice before heading off to find a spot to sit down. He'd have to talk to folks in a bit but currently he just wanted to stay out of the medical groups way, after all he only had extensive training in field medical and with Oren and Lovette here there was no need for his skills.

Issac debated on what to do about Arc. He was relatively alone right now facing who knew what. Like or dislike he was part of the group, and more importantly... He knew a good bit about SCION that didn't need to get out, to anyone. He didn't seem to notice the rookies in the room. His mind was busy.

Issac sighed, taking the three brass casings from his pocket and rattled them like dice in his hands. Was he really going to have to be that asshole who kept loose ends tied...? Issac's guarded expression didn't hold up like it normally did...

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Fel
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“Not discuss, exactly, more like point out.” Christina told the vampire pleasantly enough. “After all, you’ve been around for so many years that some things must have been shoved into those little corners where you never really look… But it’s not just you, I’ll bring it up later.”

She returned Issac’s look with an equal one of her own, but it was his words that she found she could not let go. “Oh, right, how could I forget?” she asked sarcastically, crossing her arms. “Clearly, Madison can study the behaviour of an immobile, inactive, non-living cryptid. It’s not like living creatures are his area, no, I really don’t know why he can’t get more information on the Fallen, with all those bodies we have lying in the infirmary! And maybe Oren studied the building plans before we arrived, like you should have, and I’ll forgive you for being in denial but I could fucking hear the damned thoughts of the biohazard team! No, they weren’t under the chute, they were guarding the main entrance! And what kind of hospital has a ‘body pit’?” she threw up her hands in exasperation. “They have morgues, which which we were already in!” Her eyes were narrowed as she shook her head, the air around her crackling with magical energy as her temper rose. “And maybe, if the field operatives we were with weren’t fucking useless, Oren would not have had to pretend to be one! We have Alihambra, who seems to have been trying to sabotage his own team, then we have Roderic, who flounced off to save our healer from yet another useless member of your department while you, Schofield, the only guard we had left, decide that you want to shoot a thing instead of I don’t know, being somehow helpful?!”

She finished her rant, breathing hard, and that was when she heard him complain about not receiving courtesy. “What courtesy?” she asked lowly. “The courtesy where everything Oren does is treated like the act of Satan? The courtesy where you make me feel substandard just because I can do magic? How about you stop only showing courtesy to those you have a crush on, and I’ll respect you in return!”

Her hand swung through the air in the next second, creating a force field for the express purpose of slapping him across the face while she fled up the stairs. The sound of her door slamming resounded through the house, while inside the room the silencing field went up and the sorceress collapsed on the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest, and tried to fight back her increasingly hysterical response to the day’s events.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni
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Issac fought the urge to step into her swing and land a quick jab at her throat that years of combat had instilled into him. He saw the blow coming, from the way she had set her feet to the hay-maker mile wide swing, he took the hit. He didn't expect the teeth rattling magical force behind the already well placed smack. The sweet-iron taste of blood filled his mouth, but his normal distasteful expression held. He wasn't going to say anything, if her smacking him made her feel better than so be it. Alex reinforced Issac's idea of not doing a damn thing about being hit. " Wasn't planning on it, I let her hit me didn't I?" he spat before answering Stride.

" Desertion of my post, endangering my team, attempted murder of an un-armed cryptic, you know every day things with me. " Issac said with a hint of irritation, it wasn't aimed at Stride but rather the mage who fled upstairs. " According* to her anyhow. Rafael did what ever Rafael does and brought Spire and Toby into the lab. Oren got attacked by the thing, I shot it. , once we were surrounded by the bio-hazard team I simply asked if we needed that thing in the other room alive or not then Oren told me that she wasn't my leader but gave me the option of going my own way, so I did.
Montana left because "of no reason" but if she had payed attentions he made it all to fucking clear he was going after Fel.
Pretty sure that about covers everything. "


Issac turned hearing the door open, an halfway drew his sidearm when Derrick strode in with Arc of all people. " Well looks like we don't have to go fetch him." Issac said letting go of his weapon. Issac had a lot of respect for Derrick, even if he was a mental magic user, but being talked down to like a child had started to grate on his nerves, which all things considered was rather sad. Something really was off about him this whole damn mission. Sighing Issac found a seat and waited for Derrick to poke and prod at the him. This was going to be great fun, two bleeding hearts against his version of what happened. the odds like very much in his favor.