The Catalysts

The Catalysts

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A recent scientific breakthrough found the ability to give certain people astonishing powers. The use of these powers have been either to heal or destroy, which will you be?

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Introduction

Brief Overview(Only use to gauge your interest, if interested, be sure to read the rest).

The Horizon Foundation is one of the world's leaders in genealogical research. And this became evident upon discovery of "The Catalyst Gene", which gave each person who had it the ability to perform amazing feats, and wield unbelievable powers. The powers were unique, and varied person to person, but, the cost of activating these powers is tremendous, and has the potential to kill possible "Catalysts". In Emperia city, the 'homeplace' of the Catalyst gene, several groups of interest began to emerge from the shadows.

The Horizon Foundation:
The secretive 'creators' of the Catalyst Gene. What they plan to do with Catalysts is unknown, but they've begun amassing a private army within the confines of Emperia city, either for protection, training, or a hostile takeover, is unknown.

The Chaos Insurgency
The splinter-cell group formed by a former Horizon Foundation member. What their true motives are is unknown, but they seem to counter the Horizon Foundation at every turn, stealing their research, and 'liberating' their test subjects.

The Manna Charitable Foundation
A interfaith humanist act, set upon destroying the Catalysts in it's own 'crusade', while mass producing Horizon Technology, and giving the tech and designs to third-world countries. While acting as an interfaith charity foundation, they seem to have their own agenda and are capable to act upon it with ease.

The Freelance Initiative
A group of escaped Catalysts, each pledging to use their gifts for good, often acting as 'heroes' for the city. They try and not attack the Horizon Foundation, The Chaos Insurgency, or the MCF, save for when threatened, and pressed.

The Devil's Hand
The renegade group from The Freelance Initiative. Formed to keep themselves separate from the 'idealist' group that refuses to accept their true place in life. They use their power to take what they want, and they fight anyone who opposes them.

The Hunter Blacklist
A small handful of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and hackers, they excel in finding and eliminating targets for excessively high profit. With the recent power struggle in Emperia, they moved to keep their ties with anyone who can pay the most.

For more information on each of these groups, check the OOC topic pages. For the sake of simplicity, if you join a group, go to the group OOC page and say "Joined- (Character's name).

Limitations

Virtually none. (Check the OOC Announcements page). You can play as a Catalyst, a Chaos Insurgent, both, neither, or a spy for one or the other. Really, I haven't any qualms with creativity. Give it your best shot.

Requirements

Now, since there is so much stuff, I'd like to have a certain number of things filled before we actually begin the RP, so that is has a nice strong start. I'll post the roles needed here. You aren't required to fill them, but they must be filled for the RP to start.

At least one
Horizon Foundation Personnel - Filled
Chaos Insurgent Personnel - Filled
Freelance Initiative 'leader' - Filled
Devil's Hand 'ruler' - Filled

Also, since I want to see fair balancing, (no 10 Foundation to 1 Chaos Insurgent), I'll post the number of active people in each group here. Keep this in mind when making a character, joining an over-popped group may cause your character to be rejected.

Total Characters: 19
Horizon Foundation Members: 3
Chaos Insurgency Members: 2
Manna Charitable Foundation Members: 2
Freelance Initiative Members: 3
Devil's Hand Members: 3
Blacklist Hunters Members: 3
Unaligned: 3

Also, because I like polls, here's some more.
Males: 8
Females: 11

Catalysts: 16
Non-Catalysts: 3

Character Creation

All of the information below is required for you to create a character. You can present it in any form you want, but I'll provide a template here just in case. But, before you create a character, I suggest you read through the groups, and places pages first. After character creation, make sure you're up to date with whatever happened last in the RP. (If you want to really impress me read through the pre-existing characters).

Name:

Nickname: (Optional)

Gender:

Allegiance: (Not required for pre-existing characters) - (This is who your character is loyal to)

Appearance:

Skills/Abilities:

General Information: (Something we NEED to know about your character.)

History:

Toggle Rules

  1. No Godmodding.
  2. RESPECT OTHER WRITERS AND THEIR ABILITIES. They wouldn't have gotten in if I didn't want them here, and thought they could benefit the RP, so please. Just leave problems like that to me. If it bugs you enough, PM me.
  3. Anyone can die, just be sure the person who is dying is okay with it, but also don't be unrealistic. If you get crushed beneath a bus, you better not come out like, "Yo, what's up? I'm chill." You better have a serious reason for pulling a stunt of extreme survivability like that.
  4. Also, no luck. Well, some luck, but not too much.
  5. Swearing is permitted okay? If you have a problem with it, perhaps move on.
  6. Be fair about your characters abilities. Make them too good to be true, and I'll kick you. No questions asked.
  7. You don't have to reply to EVERY POST.
  8. Try and post consistently.
  9. Romantic situations are fine, just let's not go into too much detail about it, 'kay?
  10. Try and uphold a certain quality of writing. I'm not too strict, but please know basic english and grammar rules first.
  11. At the moment, you can have as many characters as you want, so long as you're effectively able to keep up with it.
  12. Be sure you're familiar with the RP's recent events before joining.
  13. No copying powers, unless you actually planned it TOGETHER, otherwise, try and be different from the rest.
  14. If you have any questions, tell me in the OOC page, or PM me. PM-ing is probably faster, but the OOC is also frequented by other people than me. (I hope)
  15. If you want to reserve a specific role in the RP, do it in the OOC, so as to be sure everyone else can see it. I'll keep the Intro fairly-updated, but still, check the OOC before making a character.
  16. Every Power has a cost, what's yours? (Don't make a Mary Sue).
  17. No, (or very limited), RC-ing
  18. Don't be an asshole. Well, your characters can be assholes, just not YOU.

Browse All » 12 Settings to roleplay in

Warehouse 42

Warehouse 42 by Mr. Inkwell

The front for storing all of The Foundation's supplies and soldiers.

Emperia City

Emperia City by Mr. Inkwell

A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.

The Crown

The Crown by Mr. Inkwell

The larger-than-life central of Emperia.

The Fifth Ward

The Fifth Ward by Mr. Inkwell

The bustling, always busy, industrial section.

The Ramblings

The Ramblings by Mr. Inkwell

The tight, maze-like residential section of the city.

The Alleyway

The Alleyway by Mr. Inkwell

Home of the Freelance Initiative.

Horizon Labs

Horizon Labs by Mr. Inkwell

The home of Catalyst testing.

Ascension Parish

Ascension Parish by Mr. Inkwell

The regal, old-world residential area.

The Shattered Home

The Shattered Home by Mr. Inkwell

Lost home of the Freelance Initiative

The Outskirts

The Outskirts by Mr. Inkwell

The black-hearted back country of Emperia city.

The Black Cove

The Black Cove by Mr. Inkwell

The hidden home of the Devil's hand.

Entropy Inc.

Entropy Inc. by Mr. Inkwell

A relatively large investment firm. Holds more than just accountants and workers.

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Character Portrait: News Lady

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Thanks Diane. Moving onto other news, police were called into Horizon Labs this morning after several reports of gunshots in the area. When police arrived on the scene, they were locked out of the building, and asked to leave by on-site personnel. When pressed further, they quickly issued a warrant, and moved onto the premises within a few hours.

Once inside, police were surprised to find obvious signs of struggle, but no wounded staff or patients. When inquired, Horizon staff said that a fight never occurred. Yet, they seemingly couldn't explain the blood and shell casings found throughout the building. Police were then forced to leave when several Horizon lawyers showed up to the scene, and claimed that the warrant, was a fake.

Exactly what happened at the lab today is unknown, but the public's concern in these issues is increasingly rising.

Some of you may remember that only a few months ago, The Horizon Foundation came forward with unbelievable claims. They said they found a gene in the human genome that, when activated, can give people extraordinary powers. Not everyone has this gene however, and the extent and properties of the powers seems to be completely random. These claims have as of yet to be proven, due to the lack of documented evidence on these "Catalysts" as they've been called by Horizon researchers.

Even so, several rumors have begun spreading of a girl that can conjure flames from her hands, a boy with the ability to manipulate sound, and a woman that can fly. Images of these "Catalysts" have begun popping up all over the internet, most of which seem to originate from Emperia city.

Here with us today, to talk about this outstanding breakthrough in science, is Professor Ozpin, the researcher who...

The setting changes from Emperia City to The Alleyway

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele

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"There. That should be all." Devon said as he put the finishing touches on his latest creation. He grabbed a cloth towel to wipe the excess grease of the winch and his hands. "Another day, another raid it seems." He said after the news article has passed to the second half of the story. He then packed the winch neatly into a suitcase containing a small assortment of goods. After a quick change out of his greasy, fire marked working clothes into something more suitable for someone running around with a suitcase, he grabbed the suitcase and left his house. The streets were as crowded as usual for this area, making it easy to blend in and go by unnoticed. While he doubted Horizon was still actively searching for him, it certainly wasn't desirable for them to spot him this close to his hideout. But to go to the effort of hiding his appearance every time he went outside felt like it would be a bit too paranoid. He swiftly made his way to the Initiatives hideout.

To the untrained eye the door to the Initiatives hideout seemed unguarded, But Devon could feel and see the stares from the dark corners around him, at least two overlooking the street connected to the entrance from the windows of the houses. He wasn't quite certain what use those prying eyes would be when Horizon or the Insurgency would come knocking, that alley would still be a death trap to all inside. But with Ella around he was pretty certain they'd have a plan B, if that'd happen. At the very least Devon knew what he'd do in such a situation, make a new exit.

He opened the door and entered the alleyway. There was more hustle and bustle than he expected, perhaps they'd been expecting his delivery, perhaps there was something going to go down quite soon, or maybe they were just discussing and voicing concerns with the recent increase in images of Catalysts floating around. Honestly it wasn't his business, he was just here to drop off his products, that however never stopped him from sticking his nose in their business and bringing himself up to speed. He put his suitcase down on the table and opened the case revealing it's contents. It didn't take long for people to take notice and walk over to Devon. Aside from the couple of special order items the case mostly contained what he'd call his working stock, small stuff like bugs, smoke bombs, stun batons, infrared and night-vision camera's, replacement batteries and some more small gadgetry and non-lethal weaponry.

The setting changes from The Alleyway to Emperia City

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Character Portrait: Eve Winders Character Portrait: James Goldsworth

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It was a relatively peaceful night in Emperia City, the sounds of busy people still roaming the streets, cars and other vehicles driving past, a very boring and generic setting for this kind of story. It's not even a story, more like a documentation, a tale, thing, whatever-you-want-to-call-it about a couple of people attempting to survive in a complicated alien-like world, forced to live like this because of human ignorance, or was it fear? Depends... Anyway;

A thud of a fairly large human falling to the ground could be heard from the abandoned alleyways of the city, a man dressed formally, kind of like a businessman. However, he was in pain. Blood drained out of his body through a large, deep cut across his abdomen. He tried and tried to scream out for help, but for some reason no sound would leave his mouth, as if it was being held inside, or perhaps silenced into something too quiet for human ears to pick up. He stared forward, his eyes widened with fear as the two assailants stepped closer to him. It wasn't just the fear of death which was branded into the man's brain, it was also the sight of what the two were wearing;
One, obviously male, stood with his hands stuffed into his black trousers, wearing a black waistcoat, white shirt and blue tie. The other, female, wore a fashionable blue and white dress, sweeping low to about halfway down the lower leg. The male had longish brown hair and wore a white mask, showing a stitched up mouth. The female and much longer blue hair and also wore a mask, but this mask was the one which would drive nightmares into one's brain once you see it paired up with her personality. A large smile, that's all, a mask with a massive smile as if there was some kind of enjoyment in what they were doing. She was also holding a sword, casually standing as the blood still dripped from the tip of the blade. A small giggle, slightly muffled by the mask sounded from the girl, quickly to be interrupted with a bored, monotone voice of the other,
"You didn't cut deep enough,"
The girl quickly turned her head to face her companion, raising her hand to her mask to press a single finger against the mouth area, "I guess a miscalculated, teehee~" she replied, her voice was full of enjoyment and seemed a little childish,
"That's not like you, how can you miscalculate killing someone?"
"I'm only human! Everyone makes mistakes,"
"Yeah. Just not you."
The conversation quickly stopped as the masked male quickly turned his glance towards the victim who was attempting to escape by dragging his slowly dying body away from the scene.
"Don't even bother." The masked man spoke out as he wedged his foot underneath the victim and rolled him over to his back, "Sometimes I feel like you 'miscalculated' on purpose."
As he spoke his words, the masked man pulled his hand out of his pocket and crouched down. Quickly and effectively, he hovered one hand over the victim's chest, about one centimeter above. Without any more words, the room fell silent for what seemed minutes, but in reality was milliseconds. Suddenly, a small, pulse like sound was made as a sudden high frequency sound pulse was pushed into the victim's chest. The pulse was strong enough to interrupt the timing of the heartbeats, effectively causing a heart attack as the poor organ tried it's best to get back into rhythm. Only to give up.

The masked man stood back up and placed his hands back into his pockets, "You just wanted to see me use my ability again, didn't you, Eve?" he spoke as he removed his mask, revealing his face. It seemed a bit young with a couple scars on one cheek. His eyes were heterochromic where the left was green and the right was grey.
The girl, Eve, followed the man's actions and removed her mask. Revealing her own older looking face, she wore black mascara and light foundation, not really that much of an effort for most females of our modern age. "I have no idea what you mean, James," she replied, stuttering a little as her light blue eyes drifted to the side.
"Yes you do," James sighed, "You know how volatile my abilities can be, it's a large risk."
"But you kept calm! You're doing well at controlling yourself."
"Whatever, let's get going. I just need to take a picture." he continued speaking as he pulled a small camera from his pocket and took a picture of the crime scene, "We finished this job pretty early, right?"
Eve raised her finger to her bottom lip, pressing against it as she looked upwards, "We need to meet the client in two days to show the proof and receive the second half of our payment." She looked back to James as she placed her sword back into it's sheathe, then moving her hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly, "That means we can go out around the city! It's been a while!"
"What do you mean? We've been going around the city a lot."
"I mean, like, without searching and watching our targets... I wanna find some more cute dresses and maybe we can have some lunch somewhere!" Eve smiled a smile of excitement as James started to walk the journey back to the apartment on the other side of the city, only for her to follow on her hands still behind her back as she was slightly skipping beside him.
"Yeah... I don't see why not." James replied, not really seeming as excited as Eve.

The setting changes from Emperia City to Horizon Labs

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Character Portrait: Pandora

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P A N D O R A

It was a rare occasion that Pandora was seen on the streets of Emperia, something just told her in her gut that she needed to get out of the Insurgency and roam the town. She wasn't disappointed when she heard police sirens and gun shots in the distance. This peaked her curiosity, and she did not hesitate to move in that direction. It didn't take her long to notice that the commotion was coming from that areas Horizon facility. As much as she'd love to just walk in the main entrance and kill every Horizon bastard in her way, that wouldn't be ethical. Plus she didn't need her face plastered on every monitor in the city, that'd just make errands a bitch.

To avoid being seen, Pandora walked an extra block out of her way so that she could come around to the back of the facility from an old alleyway that was seldom traveled. Once there, she walked down the cracked stone road looking for a vantage point of enter. She nearly passed it up, and had to do a double take when she saw a lower level window hidden behind a large dumpster. "Yahtzee!" She whispers to herself as she stepped towards the dumpster. Pandora placed her palms on the side of the container and braced her feet, but then she waited. She tilted her head much like a curious dog listening to the pattern of the police sirens. And when she knew they were at there loudest, she gave the dumpster a good shove, revealing the small window. When the sirens were loud again, she kicked out the window and shimmied through it.

Luckily for Pandora, the window was to an unused storage room, so she didn't have to worry about killing the unlucky bastard that happened to be in the room when she entered. She left out of the storage room, and took the closest staircase down towards the underground levels of the building. Every floor she stopped to glance through the small window pain towards that level, each one so far seeming to be in normal condition, that was until she reached level 5. There would bodies strewn out the entire floor, laying across tables, in tipped over chairs, you name it. Obviously this was the floor that everything went down on, the one floor where if she put anything out of place, no one would notice.

As Pandora walked throughout the level 5 labs, she reached down to grab one of her pistols in her right hand, just in case. As much as she was curious to know what went on down here, she knew she didn't have much time. As she continued to search the floor she found the room labeled "Classified", exactly what she was looking for. She pointed her gun towards the lock, hesitating a moment wondering if the shot would draw attention... Sure there were shots earlier, but it's been silent for awhile. She shrugged her shoulders, fuck it, she thought as pulled the trigger, blasting open the lock. With a kick, the door swung open revealing a small room... barely a closet. In the middle was a small metal desk with an older computer sitting on it's surface. "Well I wasn't expecting that."Pandora set the gun on the desk next to the keep board as she took a seat. She reached her hand down the collar of her exo suit, pulling out a basic chain with a memory stick on it. Giving it a gentle tug, she removed the drive, then inserted it into the computer. Quickly, her nimble fingers tapped along the keys opening the drive, running the program on it. She then sat back in the chair, kicking up her feet on the desk as the decoder did it's magic in breaking down the fire walls, and unlocking all the contents on the computer. She didn't expect to get much from this ancient computer, but it was better than leaving empty handed. It was a few minutes before the program was done running, she was then able to quickly transfer all the documents, then eject the drive.

Pandora returned the drive around her neck, shoving it down the collar of her suit while grabbing her pistol with her left hand and hastened out of the room. She hadn't noticed that while she was in the small room, the cops had left and she began to hear the Horizon members re-entering the facility. Knowing she didn't have much time, Pandora ran towards the nearest staircase. She darted up the stairs taking them 4 or 5 steps at a time until she reached the 1st level of the underground portion. She busted through the door that lead out into the main floor, her eyes quickly scanning for an exit. She didn't see a single window in site but noticed the old storage room that she entered through on the other end of the level. She inhaled deeply before full on sprinting towards the room. Hearing the members on the floor above her, she could only imagine they'd be down on this level in a matter of moments.

With nearly perfect timing, Pandora slid into the storage room, pulling the door closed behind her, just before the door leading to the stair case had opened. She reattached the pistol to the harness on her thigh before jumping up and grabbing some pipes over head with her hands. Then in a swift gymnastic type motion she threw her legs towards the small window, releasing the pipes when at the ideal angle. Feet first she slid through the window, and out into the alley. She quickly jumped up and was about to turn and run off, but had quickly remembered about the dumpster. With an inaudible curse, she pivoted on her heels and moved to the opposite side of the dumpster. She pressed her back against the metal side, then using her feet she pushed it back to its home location. Once everything was in place, Pandora sighed a breath of relief before running off down the alley way.

The setting changes from Horizon Labs to Ascension Parish

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Character Portrait: Vanessa "Aphrodite" Eris

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All people have desires, most people want benefit, some people create change, a few people brings movement, but only one is needed to truly create a revolution.

That is what is on the mind of a Catalyst, the plans of a rouge seeking to bring an everlasting presence, to be loved, hated, and in between. This Catalyst, this woman, wanted to bring forth an ideal world, a world she truly wanted to be. A world where children laughed and played with no fear of harm, where women were realized as the natural intellectual leaders, and where men were peaceful and didn't have the volatility that so many have. But her mind lacked ethics, she only wanted to regard her actions as right. This lack of ethics in question, is one brought up by the curse that the Catalyst Gene brought with its incredible gift. This woman possesses the extraordinary psychic power of chaetokinesis, hair manipulation. This woman can extend her hair to lengths unimaginable to us mere non-Catalysts, she can use it as an appendage, to carry delicate tasks, or to capture, kidnap, or kill with terrifying, serpent-like power, in addition, she can also change its color. But with all gifts, come a curse. This curse came as mental illness, her mind wrapped to be sadistic, neurotic, and undoubtedly cruel. Her clever mind, along with all its deviousness, caused her to create a lifetime of plans.

In an old-world home in the Ascension Perish of Emperia City, the plans are scattered in a private and secret room, on notes, pictures, and various digital monitors. Plans that are intricate and complex. She knows the goings-on, but for now, she needed allies, connections. Standing up, the woman exits the secret room, which was concealed by a statue of a fairy, and dresses into a black shirt and a long black skirt and purple overgarments that gave her a very regal appearance. She let's her flowing hair free to tumble to her ankles, colored blue, whether it be from psychic alteration, or artificial means. This woman is Vanessa Eris, but she'll forge several names.

Now, she exits for the inner Emperia City...

The setting changes from Ascension Parish to Horizon Labs

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Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox

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#, as written by Jorxio
"...For the most part? Yeah, we're all good over here. The nerds are on body cleanup, and the E.C.P.D apparantly don't have anything solid. We're golden over here, no thanks to you."

"..."

"I kept my head down, trust me."

"..."

"Not yet, no. They said they're looking into it. Retracing guns, equipment, all that good stuff. By the looks of it, we'll have our culprits if everything works out.

"Oh, and from all the technical talk I heard, it sounds like it wasn't just an attack. It was a raid!"

"..."

"No...No, I don't know the difference. Something about being covert. By the looks of the stains on the wall, they're not that great at it."

"..."

"I never said there wasn't a mess! I said we were on body cleanup!"

"..."

"I told you! I didn't make a peep. I let the other guys handle it, just like you wanted. Didn't get invovled. Take my word for it."

"..."

"My word is worth more than anything in this building! ...Alright, alright. If anything pops up, I'll be sure that one of the eggheads send the word."

"..."

"...I promise. I won't make any moves unless you guys tell me to. Tru-."


"Get...off!"

Shush! The narks are on the line! ... Nothing! Look, I've got one last casuality to take care of. Maddox, out!

Jericho tapped his ear-piece, before wrestling it from his ear. It skipped across the ground as he tossed it across the pristine tile floors of the Horizon Lab's second floor. Held up within one of the labaratory rooms, Jericho was (honestly) in charge of cleanup duty from the morning's commotion. It fell somewhere in the rules of, 'you make the mess, you clean it.' And boy, did Jericho make a mess. It was shaping up to be a rather drull, pain in the ass. A waste of perfectly good talent. That was until a bit of 'interest' began to crawl across the floor with a gold ball sized hole in its leg. His cleaning was interupted by a call from the 'higher'ups' of the Horizon Foundation, which he believes was handled rather well. That aside...it was back to cleaning.

His gazed dropped downward, staring at the floor. Under Jericho's heel was one of the invaders from the raid, cloaked in black kevlar, stained red from the waist down. He squirmed and writhed, obviously not having much strength left, but still, Jericho lashed downward with a stomp into the man's leg, coaxing out a sharp yelp of pain. The kind that, even thought his face was masked, you had to guess was accompanied by tears. The intruder bit back the pained yells to a seething groan as he groped down at Jericho's boot. All the while, Mr. Jericho Maddox was staring down, his face the same as a person who was scolding their young. One that said, 'I told you so.'

"Okay, I'm going to ask again. Why were you and you buddies here? What were you after?"

"Gah! Don't,,,Ack! A raid! I said...a raid, Horizon's tech!"

"That's old news. I want you to be specific! Why were you here, damnit? Think about your next answer."

[b] "...I can't...They'd know. They'd kill me, I know it!"

"...Fine...I'll just save them the trouble, I guess. "


As Jericho spoke, his hand began to lower down to his hip, flickers of bright orange energy beginning to slowly course. The flickers began to grow in frequency, moving like electricity surging through a circuit. It flowed, and it sparked, and the color grew deeper and deeper, until it was a crimson red. Bit by bit, the energy began to take shape, moving repetatively until it took a solid form; a glock, glowing like neon in Jericho's hand. The intruder stared with fear in his eyes, but before even the slightest thing, beyond stammering out a plea of mercy, the artificial firearm exploded with a blaze from its muzzle. The bright energy exploded, taking a fine bit of the man's head along with it. The bullet wound was a sizzling, burned out hole through his skull, and a new mess on the floor to be cleaned.

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With the new, limp body slung over his shoulder, Jericho stepped down into the first floor of Horizon Labs. By the looks of it, everything was finally all clear. What was once a mess of blood and bulletholes in the expensive walls, was quickly back to looking like normal. However, the staff was still buzzing about, trying to get things back in order. There were reports to make, new files to create, people to contact, and research to be done. So, what better way to contribute to it all than staying out of the way? Jericho laid the body onto a stretcher, leaving it to be dealt with. All the rest of the corpses were rushed down to the basment, along with the rest of the secrets that the Horizon Foundation wouldn't let Jericho see just yet. Perhaps it was because of rank, or perhaps it was because of parinoia. All Jericho knew was that he wasn't allowed down there, and apparantly an assault on the building wasn't about to change that fact. Instead, Maddox was laying in wait with his ears open, waiting for a target. Waiting for a move that he could.

The setting changes from Horizon Labs to Emperia City

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Character Portrait: Hunter Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox

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Hunter awoke to the sound of gunfire. He opened his eyes to the smell of blood. Fresh blood.

By the time his door opened, he was already dressed and armed. The door opened to a familiar face.

"Ozpin, what happened out there? And, more importantly," Hunter stepped towards the researcher, "why wasn't I notified?"

"Calm down Mr. Thorn. You'll be briefed upon that in a moment. But, until then, we have more serious issues we need to discuss."

Hunter followed Ozpin down throughout the facility, dodging between workers and avoiding stains. Reaching a small room in the back, Ozpin keyed into the Horizon's security feed. "This is after the raid, just after law enforcement arrived." Ozpin fell silent, letting the footage play out.

It showed an girl, perhaps middle-aged or younger, breaking through a window and breaching a classified door. Several minutes passed, and soon the woman reappeared, tucking away a flash-drive into her collar, before leaving out the window.

"Was she connected to the attack?"

"Unkown at the moment, but sources suggest against it."

"And whoever it was, they knew who we are, and knew how to get through several security measurements."

"Counter measure systems were deactivated at this time."

"What for?"

"A Trojan."

Hunter nodded, understanding. "False data?"

"Exactly. Hopefully it will lead us to whoever that is, or whoever tried to attack us. And, before you ask," Ozpin cut Hunter off, "Mr. Maddox will be debriefing you. He should be on the main floor. I'll wait here for incoming data."

"Understood." Hunter stepped out of the room, into the main level where he saw a familiar face loading a body onto a cart. Things were starting to heat up around here.

The setting changes from Emperia City to The Alleyway

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele Character Portrait: Ariail Lovel Trephus

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Ella was checking the CC TV's and making sure all the cameras were working properly. She had to be sure everything was right or else her calculations would be off and if their were an attack lives would be lost. Ella was not about to take that chance.
They all seem fine... And no reports of people outside... Good. She thought as she pulled on her boots and laced them tightly. She glanced up at the screens now and then and suddenly a figure caught her attention.
Hmmph! Isn't he a bit early? Quickly Ella checked her watch just to find that the battery was dead! Cursing herself loudly Ella bolted from the security room almost knocking over the next person that was heading in to watch the cameras. "SORRY!" She called back as she ran.
It only took her a few minutes to get to where Devon was selling his gadgets. Ella let out a low annoyed sigh as she slowed to a walk and came to a stand still in front of the table. She looked at what he had and then up at Devon.
Scowling Ella waved her hand in the air, as if swatting away a fly. "Yes, yes I know I'm late! But it couldn't be helped!" She tapped her watch and held her wrist up to her ear,
Definitely dead..
She thought as she lowered her hand to her side a flustered look on her face. "What have you got for us today?" She asked, a glint of excitement crossing her face. Ella would be lying if she said she didn't look forward to seeing what new toys Devon had managed to think up. She loved adding new variables to her equations, and with his weapons the outcomes were always.... Interesting, to say the least.

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Character Portrait: Eve Winders Character Portrait: James Goldsworth

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Mid-day, the not-very-specific time of day in which city life becomes the busiest. People are on their lunch breaks and wondering their all to familiar paths from their workplaces to the shops they frequent at because of convenience or money saving. Not only that, but some people don't have their lunch breaks, mainly because they work in cafes or fast food restaurants which of course has become quite busy.

Eve skips forward through the large group of people which flood the streets of The Crown, her hands held behind her back while wearing a flashy bright blue and black dress which seems to merge perfectly with her long blue hair. As she completes her skipping cycle, she spins around on one foot to face behind her, bowing forward slightly with a large smile on her face as she speaks out,
"Isn't it great to be out and about the city freely?" a small giggle was given off as the target of her words catches up,
"I guess so..." James replied, wearing his usual black waistcoat, white shirt, blue tie and black trousers. He was also carrying a long, tubular bag over one shoulder, holding it in place by keeping a grip on the single strap with one hand. "...Why do I have to carry your damn gear?"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Eve quickly replied as she tapped James on the nose with one finger, then holding the finger up in James' sight and waving it side to side, "The man is the one who carries the woman's belongings, especially on a date like this~"
James quickly looked to the side, his face slightly reddened as he did so, "It's not a date. We're just having some time off."
Eve's smile increased in sincerity as she turned around and continued walking on, placing her hands behind her back as usual; "Whatever you want to call it. Where she we get some lunch then?"
James noticed Eve continuing her walking and quickly got back in place next to her, "I don't care, wherever you want."

With a large smile Eve presented James with a small restaurant, it looked slightly high class and was placed in a very calm and quiet area of The Crown. A bit strange as the area was still flooded with people, it's as if there was some kind of anti-sound spell going on, it certainly wasn't James who, without a word, accepted Eve's suggestion and proceeded to enter only for the two to be greeted by the MAITRE D’. It was automatically assumed to be a table for two, with the two mercenaries being led over to a table placed in the middle of the restaurant, not good but not bad either. James had already declined the offer to have his bag being taken away, obviously.

After a few minutes of waiting around, the waiter appeared with his notebook, taking the orders from the two customers only to disappear off again to relay the order to the kitchen, returning again to bring James' order of a pint of beer and Eve's order of a glass of wine.

"So, James." Eve spoke out to catch James' attention before continuing, "It's been a few months since we started out new job, you enjoying it?"
"I wouldn't say I'd enjoy it, but I guess it's a good thing to get known and make some money." James replied, taking a swig of his drink as he did so,
"Well some of our work has been broadcast on the news, right?"
"Yeah, but it's still unknown to be us..."
"I know it should be, but still... Didn't you want to get well known and gain some followers?"
"Not as a murderer."
Eve simply giggled at James' last reply as the food they had ordered arrived. Allowing the two to dig in quietly, respecting the manners of the restaurant.

Once the two had finished, Eve gave off a small sigh of happiness, she had enjoyed her meal and had already finished off half a bottle of wine. James, on the other hand, had just finished the first pint he started with and spent some time looking around the room before breaking the silence between the two;
"I wonder if everyone around here see us as a couple..." he looked directly at Eve as he spoke this, poking at her with his words in some form of mental messing around. If James had a different personality, he would already be giggling to himself, but instead he was only laughing inside with his face still emotionless.
Eve replied with a small jolt back, her pale face turned red with embarrassment as her words stuttered, "W-what to you mean James? People couldn't h-honestly think that..." she looked down as the concept came into her head, forcing her to realize that the two actually did look like a couple.
"Right." James stood up, picking up the large bag from the floor as he did so, "Let's pay and get going."




Once the two had payed and left the restaurant, they returned to the slightly less busy city they were at before. Wondering around the streets once again.
"So. What now?" James questioned with a small sigh, getting a little bored with the aimless wondering.
"I guess we can go home, I'm happy now anyway." Eve replied with a smile, showing a little disappointment in her expression.
James quickly noticed the disappointment, and blew some air through his nose, "Let's take the long way then."

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele Character Portrait: Ariail Lovel Trephus

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Sales were good today too, to the point where Devon had actually bought a new and larger suitcase twice in the last week, to be able to cram enough stuff in it to ensure a higher supply than demand. After all you shouldn't let those vigilantes run out on the street being undergeared if not needed. As he'd come to get accustomed with there were the same customers as ever complaining about his prices, but as always he pointed out that he hardly asked more than the price of the materials. While a lot more costly to ensure both sides secrecy, dealing with the hunter blacklist was a lot more profitable, and they hardly ever fussed about prices.

From the corner of his eye he spots a familiar figure running towards him, Ella excused herself for being late and appeared to be checking a dead watch to confirm it was in fact dead. As always she seemed quite eager to see what he brought today. "Well, for starters how about a nice little lithium ion button cell for that watch, on the house of course."He said digging up a small button cell from the suitcases innards.

He then pulled a canister from the suitcase, aside from the letters PAVA plastered on the side in bright orange it looked like the average tear gas canister. "These tear gas canisters are filled with capsaicin, Nonivamide to be precise. They work just the same as any other tear gas grenade, pull the pin and throw it, but the smoke that forms will carry the capsaicin through the air, into the eyes, nose and respiratory system of anyone unfortunate enough to be in that cloud. And trust me this stuff is nasty, one can of this stuff spread through the alleyway would still be strong enough to feel like someone is spraying pepper spray in your face constantly. So forgive me if I won't give a demonstration this time, and when using it be sure to avoid the fine orange mist like the plague." He said holding his hand squarely on the safety pin ensuring nobody would be so stupid to test it out anyways. They had been quite the challenge to make, looking back on it he now knew why the research on it he found was discontinued, getting the smoke particles just the right size, shape and chemical composition as to carry the capsaicin and dissipate over time was quite a bit harder than expected, but the result was quite satisfactory.

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele Character Portrait: Ariail Lovel Trephus Character Portrait: Vanessa "Aphrodite" Eris

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Vanessa arrives at the Alleyway through the lone door that separated it and the rest of Emperia City. She looks around, with her royal appearance, she could easily draw attention, which she wanted. She had heard rumors of Catalysts meeting here in secret and acting as a group of Good Samaritans.

She accounted to herself of confirming rumors outside of Horizon Foundation and the Chaos Insurgency. She knew for sure that the insurgency existed, she has both evidence and plans for them.

So Vanessa wanders the Alleyway, looking for whatever clues could suggest the existence of these Catalysts. However, she is also ready for an encounter in case if someone meets her, Vanessa decided to focus, imagine, then command her flowing hair to turn to a bright, snowy white!

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Lucielle Thorn watched as the television's screen slowly distorted and melted, as it ran into a thick black puddle at her feet. The news was boring, with it's happy people, fake conversations, and lack of interest in where the true power lie. The public was ignorant to the existence of catalysts. Soon their ignorance would prove to be their downfall as they scurried in fear from Lucielle's name. Fear would soon reign over Emperia, and Lucielle was ready to harness and wield that fear like a sword.

The air was calm, the sun was shining, and people were smiling as they wandered the streets. Lucielle drifted between all of them, blending in with the rest of the street crawlers and hungover juveniles. She set down the path, leaving the alley and brushing against a boy.

She stopped.

She sensed something. The boy had power.

"Let's take the long way then."

Looking back, she saw the boy and a blue haired girl set down the street, oblivious to the warm ash brushed against his arm. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Lucielle went down her own path, checking to be sure she wasn't followed. Her task wasn't going to wait for some odd couple exchanging evening plans.

Finding the bridge, Lucielle crossed over to the Fifth Ward, invisible amongst the trash and litter on the street. Just beyond the bridge, an oddly out of place park stood. Foreign against the refineries and factories that littered the area. Scanning the park, Lucielle made her way to the back, sitting in a dilapidated old bench under a dying fir tree. Perfect for the bored catalyst.

Taking a seat, she slouched in the shadows while mothers and wives from workers in the foundry waited for their husbands to be let off work. The women seated there kept watchful eyes on the children, often glancing down at a neglected book. In short, it was boring.

Lucielle waited, taking her eyes off kids, and instead began torching flowers as the sun began to drift lower in the sky.

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P A N D O R A

Once Pandora reached the main street, she abruptly stopped running as she stepped out onto the side walk. Raising her hands up, she slicked back her short brown hair as she strode down the walk way. She wasn't the easiest person to behold, and anyone who knew anything about her generally kept out of her way. It was obvious every time she passed someone who had heard of her on the street because they made damn sure to stay our of her way. Made her life easier, less people to push out of her way... She wasn't the politest of people either. As she made her way across the bridge that connected the Fifth Ward to the Crown, she walked past a woman, pale of skin with dark hair, covered in ash. Once getting a pace or 2 past the girl she froze mid step. She knew that face.

It was obvious the girl was in her own thoughts, not paying much attention to the fact that Pandora just passed by her. Lucielle, she remembered. She knew this one was created in the Insurgency but escaped... They had been tracking this one for so long. Pandora couldn't help but smirk to herself as she allowed her right hand to slowly drop down to the pistol attached to her thigh. Slipping her hand around the handle, hooking her index finger around the trigger, she prepared to end this girls life. It was so simple, she had no better chance then when this girl had her back towards Pandora, life ripe for the taking. But just as she drew her weapon and aimed towards the female's head, she muttered a curse under her breath, "...fuck" She had nearly forgotten the precious cargo that was attached to the chain around her neck. She didn't want that falling into the wrong hands, and she wasn't going to get away with cold blooded murder... in the middle of the city... on a bridge.Pandora reattached the gun to her thigh. She didn't want to be standing there like an idiot if the girl turned around, so without another option she placed her palms on the railing of the bridge before hurdling over it's edge. With a thud, Pandora landed in a crouching position on the concrete under the bridge. Standing up, she brushed off her suit as she continued to make her way towards the city, "Next time..."

It didn't take long for Pandora to come across a tech bar, or whatever you desire to call it, she really didn't care what it was called, she saw computers inside and that was good enough for her. She stepped through the door and made her way towards the long line of monitors. With a sigh, she saw that every computer was taken. Walking down the long line, she stopped at the most secluded monitor, glancing over the users shoulder to see the immature searchings of less than satisfactory porn. She placed her hand on his shoulder, "Alright McLovin, beat it!" Pandora was almost surprised when the young male turned around to look at her, "Bitch, wait your fucking turn!"

Pandora chuckled to herself, a menacing grin soon taking home across her mouth as she rested her hands on her hips, "Oh, I wasn't asking." As she spoke, her right index finger tapped the handle of her pistol, drawing the male's attention towards it. His eyes quickly widened as he scrambled to collect his things. "Why are you still here!?" She reached her right hand down, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, practically lifting him out of the chair. Her other hand tearing his bag off the back of the chair, slamming it into his chest. "Go! Watch your smut on your own time!" And with that the guy practically ran out of the tech bar. She wouldn't have been surprised if there was a puddle trail following him.

Pulling out the chair, Pandora sat down in the seat, exiting out of the porn. "Freak." She then pulled the memory stick out from under the collar of her suit, and plugged it into the monitor. Her diligent fingers doing their magic over the keys, but the more she worked the slower her key strokes became. As she was looking through the files, she began to realize she had seen everything already. "What the fuck is this?" She flipped through file after file, her anger rising as she quickly realized it was false data... or old data. Either way, they knew that someone was going to try and hack them... they tricked her. Pandora let a growl escape her throat as she clenched her right hand, balling it, before sending it flying through the computer monitor. The sparks and crash made everyone in the bar look right at her as she stood up, kicking the chair out of her way. "The fuck are you all looking at?" And with that, she stormed back out onto the busy streets of The Crown.

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"We've got a hit."

Ozpin ducked his head out of the security room searching for Hunter. "We got a hit." He said again, pulling Hunter inside.

Hunter was tense. He expected an action, but not this soon. "Where?"

"Still tracing..." Ospin's fingers flew over the keys, "There." He said triumphantly, " Only a mile or so out, at a small terminal in The Crown."

Hunter exhaled, turning away from the computer. "Should I send a-" Hunter cut him off. "No!"

Whoever it was wasn't a stupid, the false data wouldn't hold them long, and they were going to be lost to the streets soon. "I'll go. The streets are heating up, and Si is too unreliable and the rest are too slow." Hunter quickly walked out the door. "And send Maddox when you find him." The door slammed shut.

Ozpin stood, alone now, staring at the closed door. "How am I supposed to convince him to chase ghosts?" He asked aloud.

Twelve minutes later found Hunter atop a rooftop, overlooking the tech bar. No one entered. No one left. The trail would be cold soon. Time to get to work.

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Once again, the building seemed back to its usual forte; busy work and researching. Neither of which being the concern of Jericho, he simply watched the colony of nerds buzz about in their usual fashion, while he lulled about in his own usual fashion. In honesty, he was laying in wait, waiting for that vital information to drift through the air that he could act upon, but nothing seemed to come up. With every glance over anyone's shoulder, it was nothing but tracing, and researching, and all the other things that Jericho wasn't capable of helping with. It was simply agony, letting the adrenaline in his body slowly fade into boredom. Without a doubt, the longest ten minutes of his life.

Leaning up against the cart that held the fresh corpse, Jericho's glances darted around, until a new sight was closing in towards him. The sight of Hunter, near to fully geared out, was enough to coax Jericho into his usual, razor-sharp grin.

"Did we wake you, motherfucker?" He said as Hunter approached, sending a nod of acknowledgment towards the guy.

Jericho leaned off the cart, taking a small half-step out of the way. He assumed that Hunter would at least be interested in seeing what the enemy had looked like...Of course, he'd just have to imagine the poor fellow without the smoldering hole in his noggin. It was even still warm.

"Man, Hunter, boy. You missed it. These bastards tried to hit us. Guns blazing, police sirens...Just, everything went to shit for a minute."

"By the way, where the hell were you during this whole debacle? You really picked a bad time to catch up on your beauty sleep, you know that?"

"Oh, but look...You're all decked out, ready for that fighting that you missed. You weren't asleep, were you? You were busy matching your body armor to your combat-boots, yeah? Don't bother answering that, I've gotta tell you how it all went down. Hold your questions and comments for a second, you chatter-box. Geez."

"While you were busy getting dressed, we had a bit of an...infestation. Dirty weasels were going in incognito, until this place started going up in alarms. Oh, and then! Then, they had the stones to try muscling their way through the corridors...but, of course, that's when I arrived on the scene, and...Well, you can see for yourself the mess THAT shootout made.
Jericho concluded, patting the kevlar coated corpse for emphasis.

Jericho seemed to rattle on and on, never stopping to take a breath, and cutting of any chance for an interuption in his speaking. If there was anything that the man was good at, it was talking. Of course, like everything Jericho ever said, the story came out sounding more like gloating than an actual recap. Especially with his smile plasted across his face.

"And now...We're here. Just waiting for someone to give me a name, or a target...Oh! Did they tell you who did it yet? Who was it, man? Who was it? Who's got the bollocks big enough to come messing with the Horizon? It was the Insurgency, wasn't it?" He asked, a tad too full of arrogance and fury as he began to loom over Hunter, an angry glare mounting.

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Character Portrait: Eve Winders Character Portrait: James Goldsworth Character Portrait: Craven

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~Craven~




The whole morning in The Crown had been hectic, with the heavy boots of armed men trudging though one office building too the next. Eagerly seeking their quarry, only to find that he was one step ahead of them and on too the next building. This case came to an end after they supposedly cornered him on the roof of the Watercress Hotel, the largest building sitting at the corner of The Crown's square. What ensued was a bloody retelling of nearly every encounter between the Foundations forces and the entity known as Craven for the past eight weeks.

Even if their weapons were not silenced, from this height it would be highly unlikely that someone one the busy street below would even notice. He would tear and rip at their flesh as their weapons discharged, specks of flesh and blood dazzled within the light of brilliant muzzle flashes and one after the other fell before their clip could empty. Though yes, his efforts were met with equal resistance. They would try their toys and new tactics, but as the same before their technology, numbers and attempts could not hold out against his endurance. It did not help their efforts as well that he would take time between their intermittent fights to snack and feast on the gore that remained.

All the time he chased their draining numbers up the stairs and out the roof access door, as he kept them from returning the other way. His cold eyes kept fixated on them as they would square off and fire in their same fashion as before. What started as twelve, ended as five before their time on the roof and soon after that it was three, Huddled together back to back. The watched as Craven quietly walked out from the dark shadows of the roofs confines, a large trail of squirming, switching bodily mass following behind. A writhing, chattering mass of tendrils and claws as its skirted around his body and chased along the floor.

A slow measure of picking out the more experience and their leader alike, Craven yanked the two away from their captain as his shoulder badge spoke so loudly. As Craven advanced slowly and ever closer, the man put his rifle to his chin. Only for the swing of a talon severed enough of his arm to make the attempt mute. His lats ditch effort to spare himself from the indignity of being eaten was a pained leap from the roof, only for his decent to be halted nearly a floor down. A long tendril piercing the flesh of his leg and pulling him back up to meet the monster he had chosen to hunt.

As his body was swung right side up, he was set face to face with a virtual monster. Craven looked on at the struggling soldier, even though he too knew that his attempts were fruitless. The piercing sensation in the mans leg should have given him as much an insight, though it did not stop him from putting up a fight. As he looked on, he shouted and spat his proclamation "Go ahead.. do it you bastard.. ...Do It!!!

Craven looked him over a few times, as if studying a fly that one had caught by the wings.

The captain could see what remained of his squad, still draped across much Craven's face and chest. The engorged arm that held him upright by the shoulder, was painfully digging its claws into his skin. "Those men had families.. children.."

Craven broke him off by speaking against him "Jessica.. Anthony.. Patricia.. Need I go on?"

"I even know your name Captain Sampson.. it matters little." The captains eyes wince as he looks back and a grimace run across his lips. "Why am I still alive?" He ask plainly, which was a good question.

"No reason, I merely felt like playing with my food. The answers to all my questions lye in here..." As he says this, Craven runs a clawed finger over the mans face. Slowly giving him the notion of what was to come, but before he could act on this knowledge Craven grips his neck and wrenches the head from its owner. Barely a sound could even escape from the captured solider before the deed was done and his eyes were stuck staring perpetually into space.

Left cradling the head like a newborn as he sneers slightly at the flailing corpse, already having gorged himself on the foolish tonight. He detaches the dead weight from his hooks and chucks it too the streets below.




The streets below were cool and clear, people walking to and fro as they went about their business. But down comes a spinning mass, careening and flailing as it fell. The distance from which it fell must have been high, because the impact it made in the car waiting to turn at the square was impressive. Sinking its hood and buckling its frame, as it nearly disappeared into a red mist on impact.

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The still busy city, the setting sun, the annoying noise which fell more and more silent as the sun reaches the horizon. It was still a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary happening for the public to see. Although, that's only in the public's perspective, there has probably been a few murders, shoot outs and other unsightly things occurring throughout the day, all for no one to notice. Exactly what they want.

The calming 'silence' seemed too good to be true, especially for the two mercenaries as they walked the long way back to their apartment, and it apparently was;
A sudden smashing sound occurred behind the two, followed by the sound to bending and breaking metal as the strange mass collided with a car. For James, the sound was deafening; his ability may allow him to hold an enhanced, over-sensitive hearing, but it doesn't stop loud noises from seeming like an explosion had just occurred right next to his ear. Of course, the two mercenaries jumped in surprise to the sudden noise, followed by James wincing in pain as he covers his ears for a few moments before coming back into reality.

"What the fuck was that?" James questioned, bringing his body back to stand straight with his hands in his pockets,
"Looks like someone was thrown off a building," Eve giggled in reply, slightly amused that the convenience of this small disaster, as if a wish was granted.
James hummed in agreement, his face still blank as he looked up, attempting to search for the culprit. Sadly, his eyesight was the same as a normal human, and the reflection of the setting sun off the glass of the buildings didn't help the search either. "Eve, calculate the trajectory of the victim and lead us to the source." He ordered, taking the bag off of his back to access the two masks and the sword for the two to use.
"It's gonna take a lot of climbing if we're to get there quickly..." Eve answered as she pointed upwards to the source, followed by placing the mask onto her head.
"Fine," James had already equipped his mask and passed the sword to Eve, allowing him to sweep Eve from her feet and into his arms. With his legs slightly bent and facing towards a smaller building, he jumped. Giving off a strong sonic pulse from his feet as extra propulsion, throwing the two upwards in order to reach the skylines of the city.




Once the two had finally reached the building in which the victim had fell from, James placed Eve back down to her feet. They both walked forward towards the calculated area of the drop, James had his hands still in his pockets while Eve kept one hand on the hilt of her sword.

"That was a bit dangerous," James called out.

[If Craven is still here, then cool. If he had already left, then James' call was just to check if anyone's there. Thanks :)]

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~Craven~





The air was stiffening as the sun grew closer to its bedding and what little sting there was to the air, was leaving Cravens senescence. He looked too the sun as it was finally disappearing behind the horizon of the city and lifted his head to catch the fresh air of this new night. His long, tattered, dingy trench coat flapping lightly in the breeze. Its surface a mess from the fresh bile and bullet holes of the predating weeks. He runs a his finger across the brow of the new prize taken this night and smiles too himself, victory had always been so sweet. However tonight, it was more fragrant for him, as if it was a sign on a new beginning and that new possibilities were to follow. His mind had always been occupied with survival, but now it was awash with the thoughts that he should begin to strike back at the Foundation and cripple it, shortly before obliterating it all together.

A pang of sound physically brushes against his face as he looks upon his grizzly trophy.
It was a cacophony of sound rippling up the sides of each building in the plaza, able to shake several of the window panes free from their mounts and crack tiles as it traveled up through the air above the city. It was unknown to him, a sensation that he had never felt before and though it was alien. Its presence was not misunderstood and so Craven withdrew himself, drawing all of himself that lay sprawled upon the rooftop. A feeling akin to laying oneself out on a massive bed sheet and then drawing up into a fetal position, was the best way that he could possibly explain how the action felt.

The creeping feeling that he would not be alone for long shined upon him "That was a bit dangerous." and with those words Craven's smiled widened slightly, stepping from the ledge he looked on as the two new guest came into view. He kept his eyes fixed on the pair as the moved closer at a slow pace, though they were not from the Foundation. He could see that they were not strange to the idea of combat. He simply looked on as he passed the head to his left hand and let it hang "Glory seekers..?"

"Catalyst..?"
The strange appearance was what set them apart from the other meat shields that were thrown at him. Though he could easily two different sexes and if not her hair, the girls scent was what gave her away.

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Character Portrait: Hunter Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox

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After word had passed through about the newest intrusion, and about Ozpin's newest lead, Jericho had declared this a 'mission start' and dispatched himself into the city. In other words, Jericho listened to a good half of what the tracer had to say to him, before he bolted for The Crown.

Among the others of the city, Jericho stuck out a good bit. His powder-white hair aside, his face had made it's fair share of appearances on the news. They were always brief, seeing as Jericho being on the scene was nothing but a headache for the Horizon Foundation. As of now, he's nothing more than a quickly covered-up secret.

As he walked the streets, closing in on what he took as his destination, Jericho figured it was only right to try getting something coordinated. He lifted his fingers to his ear, tapping on the ear-piece that Ozpin had fixed up for him. Before any news was shared, Ozpin made Jericho put it in. Most likely, it was due to the fact that Jericho had a good record of taking off when he had everything he thought necessary.

Quite a smart move, by a smart dude.

"Maddox is on the scene...Hope you're ready for this Horizon sponsored action!"

"Hunter. Can you hear me? You got anything yet, man? I've got nothing down here. Everyone looks suspicious!"

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"Unfortunately," Jericho's voice through the earpiece threw Hunter off. "Where are you? I'm about two blocks east of the targeted area."

Checking a street sign below, he added, "Crossing Hallingway, atop the Maxpoint building."

Hunter stuck to the rooftops whenever possible, as his scarred and bloodied appearance often drew unwanted attention. If Jericho stood out in a crowd, Hunter could be easily identified from space. His stark white hair and black support systems built into his suit made street traversing both unreasonable and often a pain to push people out of the way. His identity was known, as a few photos had found their way into the internet, leaked there by some kids jo doubt. But to the public eye, he was just an oddity of Foundation science, kept alive and mobile with medical devices. He needed it to stay that way.

A second voice cut into the mic. "Maddox, Thorn? We have a problem, a squad leader just activated his mic, here I'll patch you in..."

Ozpin's voice faded, replaced by frantic typing and then silence. Heavy, slow breathing came in.

"-Jessica, Anthony, Patricia. Need I go on?"

The heavy breathing returned for a moment, "I even know your name, Captain Sampson, it matters little."

"Why am I still alive?" The voice came in ragged breaths.

"No reason-"

"Ozpin, where is this?" Hunter cut him off, scanning the rooftops and streets as if an answer would just appear. Luckily, it did.

"Not sure, signal is too weak, we're lucky we can hear them as it is."

The sound of flesh and bone against metal echoed from the square below him. "Jericho, did you see what I just saw? I think we may have something."

Not waiting for a response, Hunter turned from the street searching for a way to the building. From his height, he could barely see something moving away from the edge of the rooftop. He'd need to improvise. Pulling the bone and blood From the severed head in the street, Hunter forged a makeshift pole from bone. He ran to the other end of the rooftop, as a loud series of sonic blasts caused the earpiece to malfunction, producing a high pitched screech.

"Jericho? Ozpin? Come in. Can anyone hear me?"Digging the earpiece out, he flung it to the ground, silently cursing technology.

Turning back to the other rooftop, he ran towards the edge, driving the pole into the ground and leaping towards the other end of the street, as he sailed over the heads of daily pedestrians and onlookers.

He came in much too low. Shattering a window, he cursed himself for his failure. Looking about the room, he saw several men and women in suits and ties around an oval table. All eyes on him.

"Where's the staircase?"

Timidly a man at the end of the room pointed to a door on the left.

"Proceed with your meeting." Hunter walked through the room to the stairs, throwing the door open.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora

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P A N D O R A

Pandora made her way through the busy streets of The Crown, and unlike herself she wasn't pushing her way through the crown or making the people move out of her way. She was smarter than that. She had already spent too much time in that tech bar before she realized the data was faked and she knew how the Foundation was... They had that information on their radar and they were just waiting for the fish to bite, and she bite. Pandora had no choice but to play it cool and blend in with the commoners, because she was almost certain that they were probably watching her.

As she continued down the sidewalk, she passed an outdoor cafe. Seeing a hooded coat on the back of a chair, Pandora stealthily reached her right hand out, grabbing the jacket as she walked past. With a swift movement, she slipped the coat on, then pulled the hood over her head which masked a majority of her face aside from her mouth. She knew she couldn't stay in the crown for much longer without being detected. Many people in this city knew who she was or of her, and moving around without being noticed is a difficult task to accomplish for long. The only place she could think to go where she might go unnoticed for a decent amount of time as The Shattered House in the Ascension Perish. Not many dared to go there because the building due to the unsafe status of the collapsing building. This was her best chance.

Slipping her hands into the pocket of the jacket, Pandora weaved through the crowd as she made her way towards the Perish in a stead pace. Pandora never had the best timing, and when she glanced up slightly from under the hood, her dark eyes locked on a male who had his index finger pressed to his ear. She could only assume that he was communicating to others... he looked like a Horizon member. Pandora had to fight every urge she had to come off suspicious, when all she wanted to do was run for an alleyway and disappear underground. Attempting her best to seem like anyone walking down the street, she slowly turned her gaze back in the direction she was walking, keeping her same pace.

The setting changes from The Crown to Emperia City

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Lucielle stood. The sun hung low in the sky, and only a few stragglers remained inside the foundry. Walking to the front doors, she pulled on the handle, finding it locked.

The door didn't last long.

Exploding off its hinges, glass and scorched pieces of metal flew throughout them enterance. Only a large smoldering hole remained. Stepping through, Lucielle saw a secretary sitting behind a desk. Not taking any chances, Lucielle crossed the room in a heartbeat, delivering several searing blows to the woman, leaving a burning corpse on the floor. It didn't take long to find the door she needed.

Another explosion ruptured throughout the foundry, exposing a large metal-working area, full of nothing but machines and scrap metal. Across the room, a door opened, a janitor poking his head out. Seeing the destruction and Lucielle standing in the center, his eyes went wide as he slammed the door shut.

Ash streaked across the room as a bolt of fire incinerated the door, revealing a second room with a metal walkway and several large devices pumping fire and ash into the room. Unfortunately the ventilation systems were in proper working order, pulling it all out of the room. Crossing into the room as quickly as possible, Lucielle melted the ventilation coverings, making them effectively useless. The janitor stood in the corner, cowering behind a matinence panel.

Only cinders remained.

Setting to work, Lucielle concentrated her fire upon the machines, causing them to slowly rupture and distort...

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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams

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"Aaaand there we go. Give em hell, boys."

Jesse's voice spoke to no one in particular as the malicious trojan ran havok over the Foundation's piss-poor security system. Mercs and overzealous warriors stood at the ready, storming Horizon headquarters as soon as it's defences were down, right under the watching eyes of The 9th Whisperer, streaming live footage from a near-by street camera. Really, it was surprising how vulnerable the city security systems were. Whether it was police station records, the Emperian city cameras, the city's power grid, corporate accounts of big-wig billionaires, or the slightly better but not as good Horizon Foundation security.

Their strength was the fact that they knew they sucked. Hence their backup security, isolated networks, old computers, and paper documents. The foundation still held decent documents in their original network but none of the really good stuff. Hence the raid, to take them down and steal said documents.

As Jesse held a cigarette to her lips, she thought they'd make it out after thirty minutes. After three hours and ten cigs later it the MCF merc team didn't leave alive.

Jesse growled under her breath before taking a deep inhale. While she was inside the Manna Charitable Foundation HQ, she made sure to stay at her office, sit at her multi-monitor computer and respond to the higher ups egg-heads around her had no idea existed. She pulled up a front monitor from the direct sight of Horizon HQ to type at a status report with the failure of the original mission.

Of course that wasn't the only plan. Jesse implanted a second trojan as well, a "sleeper". Well-encrypted so it wouldnt be picked up by anti-virus software and non-malicious so it wouldn't crash the system. While they're busy trying to get rid of the Big Bad First Trojan, tracking it through multiple proxies in China, Russia, the Walmart four blocks away where Jesse is nowhere to be seen, The Sleeper Trojan lays low and quietly funnels info through proxies in ten countries before coming in through the MFC's Virtual Private Network where Jesse collects her info under her internet pseudonym.

Granted it's not perfect, sure the Horizon foundation aren't the best but they're not idiots, especially when the first trojan one was so obvious. There's bound to be some false info in there but that's alright. Not like that could ever cause confusion in their own ranks, especially if it's re-uploaded into personal computers and emailed through their boss' computer which someone could could hack into. Eventually, after they falsely track the first trojan to Walmart, they'll get rid of it, start using the network again and the Sleeper would take any info they typed in.

Not bad for someone who's two weeks in their new job at the MFC.

After detailing plans of sabotage and focusing on future successes, she noticed the complete black figure duck into the alley beside the Horizon HQ on the left monitor. It was odd, wearing black from bear head to toe in the middle of the afternoon. Her head cocked to the right monitor, expecting the figure to come out the other hand, all the more confused.
For about five minutes. Nothing. "This is starting to get shady, She thought half-way in until the figure came out of the alley. She was running but then came to a complete halt and started walking. People got out of her way. City camera after city camera followed her step, difficult as it was. Quality wasn't as much a concern and Jesse could swear she was doing her best to stay just at the peripherals of them.

A stop at a bridge as someone brushed past the mysterious black figure. Tall and skinny in blacks and reds. She made sure to screencap it, and went to one of the phones.

"Jason? I'm gonna send you the feed for the city camera #59 at 3:30:29. Trace the black figure on the right as far as you can and screencap anything suspicious."

"Gotcha Jess."

As soon as she hung up, she looked back to find the mystery figure jumping from the bridge, panicked, Jesse started going through multiple cameras to pick up her position. It wasn't until Camera #130 she got a feed of her again. This was a fucking catalyst, right in her sights, right in blurry shitty city camera. No human could have made a drop like that and walk away good as new, at least not without any tech. It could be one of their people. She had to be sure.

The figure ducked into a tech bar at The Crown, and Jesse got to work again. Internet Cafe's and that sort were the easiest to break into, the problem was all the individual terminals.

"Come on, God, Number 8"
The camera light for the Eighth terminal lit up despite no-one using it. and a perpindular view of the event in question, appeared before her eyes in the monitor's camera. With a resolution that didn't make her eyes bleed, she saw the profile of the figure, resembling a woman in black, armed to the teeth with weapons, throwing something at the monitor of terminal #20.

Pandora. Every moment screencapped, face and all. looking through the screencaps until she could find the right one, she realized, it was a red USB.
Her hands flew over the keyboard, and she found herself at the lit-up camera of Terminal #20's monitor. She broke the display and not the camera atop it.

Jess made sure that both streams were being recorded and left.

I'm going to go deal with some trash." Jesse remarked as she left the office with her laptop in tow. "If anything happens, update me on it!" she said before they could object. She was overstepping the bounds of her "official" job description and getting ready for her new duties.

The red four person pickup truck wasn't exactly brand new, the odd ding here and there, about five years of work put into it. She opened the back and saw her normal stash of supplies in the backseat, under a black blanket. Some C4, grenades, various explosives, spare hardware, more blankets and a simple yet elegant disguise.

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She pulled into the spot close to the tech bar, right in The Crown, dressed up in a "TechGeek" T-shirt and matching cap, remnants from her first job doing tech support and fixing people's computers. Wisps of smoke escaped her mouth and twisted in the air as she figure how to give Horizon their little surprise back.

She fished around for an identitcal red USB, (there was always about six inside her car, when her work cell started ringing, holding it to her ear as she took a knife and started to get busy.

"What's going on?"

"You can't just go out like that! Leave it to the professionals and leave now."

A flick of the knife ripped open the copy-cat USB, leaving Jesse to push a white clay like substance inside amidst the hardware the small toothpick sized detonator pushed into the C4.

"Any reason why?"
"We're spotting some Horizon individuals going in the area right now."

"Perfect." She smiled, as she pushed in the plastic red casing for the USB, coming together with a satisfying click and hanging up. The Dummy explosive USB was ready.

Jesse pushed her through the sidewalk right into the scene of the location. Heading right to the cashier, she casually lied, saying the manager called to have her pick up the broken equipment and the fresh-faced guy let her go. They cleaned up a lot of the glass but she could still see the red of the USB, right at the back of the monitor's case. Wrapping the entire thing, in a black blanket to make sure she didn't get cut, she carried it out, expecting to be stopped by some Horizon bastard. Not ambushed, hell, they might have been evil but they weren't idiotic enough to go guns blazing at a simple computer repair person.

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Character Portrait: Eve Winders Character Portrait: James Goldsworth Character Portrait: Hunter Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Craven

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The two mercenaries where both surprised and amazed at the sight that stood before them. A lone man, standing among quite a few mangled corpses, the damage done to them was brutal enough to make the bodies unidentifiable. This must have been the work of a Catalyst, or at least some psychotic killer; but those killers are smart enough not to throw a body off a building, so it's definitely the former.

Eve was already calling out "Wow" as she wondered to the closest body, lowering her hand from her sword but not her guard. "This is such a great masterpiece~" She continued, trying her best not to step on a single drop of blood, not because of the usual 'I'm female and this is disgusting.' But, more like, 'I don't want to ruin the painting.'

James left Eve to do her thing as he continued with his little 'talk' with the murderer. "We don't care about glory, so don't worry about that. In fact, I'm not really in the mood to fight, we just came here because we were dragged here by the amazing curse called curiosity," he continued, "Besides, I ate a lot for lunch. And I'm sure you know the feeling when you eat a lot and feel tired..."
Something caught James' attention, a sound only he could hear at the moment, originating below the three. Footsteps, rushing footsteps at that. Along with the smash of a window. "Look what you've done." James directed his voice towards Craven, "You should know that throwing a corpse off the edge of a building would cause some kind of uproar. Now some people are coming up to join us, and the rattling of their gear shows that they aren't civilians."

James turned to Eve, "Get to the door of the staircase and make sure these guys are friendly. I really can't be bothered to fight."
Without a word, Eve nodded and skipped over to the door, proceeding to open it and stand at the doorway. Her hand placed on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw if needed, along with her legs spaced away enough to ensure a fighting stance.

She saved her words for when the people arrived, "Sorry, this place is off limits for a moment. Please come again later." Of course a small giggle accompanied these words.

The setting changes from The Crown to Emperia City

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Character Portrait: Hunter Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora

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"...I'm down the street from the place, captain-general. Why do you guys always go for the complicated version of details? Saves time-"

At this moment, Ozpin cut in, and faded before Jericho could even yell at him about it. As the sounds of torment and possible murder played in his ear, Jericho surveyed the streets, giving each person he passed their own, personalized glare. No one seemed too free of suspicion, seeing as Jericho didn't trust anyone as far as he could toss them.

The voices went back and forth, and Hunter's voice even resurfaced, but Jericho was slowly losing interest. As his eyes wandered at the passing people, his eyes finally latched onto something. He craned his head as he stared directly into another set of eyes, peering from under a black hood. The rest was veiled, in both fabric, and curiosity. As she seemed notice him, she slipped her look away...and Jericho pressed his harder...but just as he made a move, his ear erupted in the sharp, crackling noise of technology frying.

Jericho growled, in part from the deafening noise, and part from feeling he could be saying 'I told you so,' to Ozpin.

"Son of a bitch! Gah...Ozpin? Hunter?"

"Guys!?"

"...God damnit...Alright, the tech-bar is now a one man job."
He monologued to himself for a moment, just a bit over a mumble, before his attention turned back to the task at hand. Whatever Hunter just went after, would be his problem. Jericho had an intruder to 'speak' with. By the time his sights were reset, the hooded figure was past him, both on the street, and within his own mind. He began his stride again, but it was hesitant. Jericho gave one last glance over his shoulder, before pressing onward.

...Shifty bastards all over.

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Warehouse 42

Warehouse 42 by Mr. Inkwell

The front for storing all of The Foundation's supplies and soldiers.

Emperia City

Emperia City by Mr. Inkwell

A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.

The Crown

The Crown by Mr. Inkwell

The larger-than-life central of Emperia.

The Fifth Ward

The Fifth Ward by Mr. Inkwell

The bustling, always busy, industrial section.

The Ramblings

The Ramblings by Mr. Inkwell

The tight, maze-like residential section of the city.

The Alleyway

The Alleyway by Mr. Inkwell

Home of the Freelance Initiative.

Horizon Labs

Horizon Labs by Mr. Inkwell

The home of Catalyst testing.

Ascension Parish

Ascension Parish by Mr. Inkwell

The regal, old-world residential area.

The Shattered Home

The Shattered Home by Mr. Inkwell

Lost home of the Freelance Initiative

The Outskirts

The Outskirts by Mr. Inkwell

The black-hearted back country of Emperia city.

The Black Cove

The Black Cove by Mr. Inkwell

The hidden home of the Devil's hand.

Entropy Inc.

Entropy Inc. by Mr. Inkwell

A relatively large investment firm. Holds more than just accountants and workers.

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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn
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Character Portrait: Pandora
Character Portrait: Alexandria Blan
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Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams
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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn
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Alias Hatt

"If life is a preformance, be sure to face the curtain with a bow!"

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KILLJOY

"Don't fear, the clean-up crew is here."

Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams
Jessica "Jesse" Williams

"Just your friendly neighborhood christian anarchist."

Character Portrait: Craven
Craven

Oh the sweet and bitter taste of flesh, to realize what monsters we can become.

Character Portrait: Mimi Savi
Mimi Savi

"Death or Glory!"

Character Portrait: Alexandria Blan
Alexandria Blan

"People tell me there are bad people in this world, but I never seen them! And I see many things!"

Character Portrait: Pandora
Pandora

What would you do if I told you... I did this to myself?

Character Portrait: Vanessa "Aphrodite" Eris
Vanessa "Aphrodite" Eris

"Fate? Destiny? The fate of man is to eat off my hands and their destiny is to practically worship me! Not convinced? Then why don't I show you...?"

Character Portrait: Jeremiah Storms
Jeremiah Storms

Knock Knock! Payment Due!

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams
Jessica "Jesse" Williams

"Just your friendly neighborhood christian anarchist."

Character Portrait: Mimi Savi
Mimi Savi

"Death or Glory!"

Character Portrait: Pandora
Pandora

What would you do if I told you... I did this to myself?

Character Portrait: Alexandria Blan
Alexandria Blan

"People tell me there are bad people in this world, but I never seen them! And I see many things!"

Character Portrait: Jeremiah Storms
Jeremiah Storms

Knock Knock! Payment Due!

Character Portrait: KILLJOY
KILLJOY

"Don't fear, the clean-up crew is here."

Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn
Lucielle Thorn

"Hell was meant to be crafted, formed through my will, and sent down upon my enemies. Nothing shall stop me."

Character Portrait: Eve Winders
Eve Winders

A Mercenary who simply wants to have with with life.

Character Portrait: Alias Hatt
Alias Hatt

"If life is a preformance, be sure to face the curtain with a bow!"

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Alias Hatt

"If life is a preformance, be sure to face the curtain with a bow!"

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Craven

Oh the sweet and bitter taste of flesh, to realize what monsters we can become.

Character Portrait: Pandora
Pandora

What would you do if I told you... I did this to myself?

Character Portrait: Hunter Thorn
Hunter Thorn

"I am who I am. Nothing can change that, for better, or worse."

Character Portrait: James Goldsworth
James Goldsworth

A Mercenary with sights on changing the world.

Character Portrait: Si
Si

Hello, Good Bye

Character Portrait: Jeremiah Storms
Jeremiah Storms

Knock Knock! Payment Due!

Character Portrait: Daisy Monsoon
Daisy Monsoon

"Life is still so beautiful."

Character Portrait: Alexandria Blan
Alexandria Blan

"People tell me there are bad people in this world, but I never seen them! And I see many things!"

Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams
Jessica "Jesse" Williams

"Just your friendly neighborhood christian anarchist."


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Warehouse 42

Warehouse 42 by Mr. Inkwell

The front for storing all of The Foundation's supplies and soldiers.

Emperia City

Emperia City by Mr. Inkwell

A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.

The Crown

The Crown by Mr. Inkwell

The larger-than-life central of Emperia.

The Fifth Ward

The Fifth Ward by Mr. Inkwell

The bustling, always busy, industrial section.

The Ramblings

The Ramblings by Mr. Inkwell

The tight, maze-like residential section of the city.

The Alleyway

The Alleyway by Mr. Inkwell

Home of the Freelance Initiative.

Horizon Labs

Horizon Labs by Mr. Inkwell

The home of Catalyst testing.

Ascension Parish

Ascension Parish by Mr. Inkwell

The regal, old-world residential area.

The Shattered Home

The Shattered Home by Mr. Inkwell

Lost home of the Freelance Initiative

The Outskirts

The Outskirts by Mr. Inkwell

The black-hearted back country of Emperia city.

The Black Cove

The Black Cove by Mr. Inkwell

The hidden home of the Devil's hand.

Entropy Inc.

Entropy Inc. by Mr. Inkwell

A relatively large investment firm. Holds more than just accountants and workers.

Emperia City

A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.

Entropy Inc.

A relatively large investment firm. Holds more than just accountants and workers.

The Outskirts

The black-hearted back country of Emperia city.

The Ramblings

The tight, maze-like residential section of the city.

The Fifth Ward

The bustling, always busy, industrial section.

Warehouse 42

The front for storing all of The Foundation's supplies and soldiers.

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