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John Clarke "The Captain"

"Evil men only win when good men do nothing."

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a character in “A Pledge for Justice”, as played by Bromander Shepard


The Captain



General Information



The Captain, "Cap", The American, The Big Blue Patriot, Uncle Sam. The last two are usually only used by criminals speaking disrespectfully of The Captain.


Face Claim
Steve Rogers/Captain America


6 ft. 2 in.

240 lbs.

Peak Physical Condition

Hair Color

Eye Color

No tattoos, a few scars from his time serving overseas.

John has a charming, yet proud appearance in and out of The Captain armor. Whether he's punching out criminals or taking the bus to work he usually seems pretty approachable. Handsome yet bold he tends to make people feel safer with just his mere presence.

Normal Clothing
John is not a flashy guy. He prefers simple blue jeans and a tee shirt on his off hours, maybe he'll throw on a button up every once in a while but his wardrobe is very uncomplicated.

Armor & Weapons
The Captain armor is pieced together from equipment John used during his time serving in the U.S Army Rangers. It has all been modified and colored to turn away from a military uniform and transform into a symbol of truth, justice and the defense of freedom. Titanium dipped kevlar tri-weave fibers make up the bulk of the material used in the under layer of the suit. Where in the place of knee pads and a helmet are specially designed kevalr plates, both modified. The iconic badge shaped shield The Captain uses is made out of tank armor looted from battle back in Afghanistan. Created originally as a trophy by his unit after he single handedly destroyed a hijacked M1 Abrams tank. The resulting scrap metal was picked up and turned into the star spangled shield that The Captain now uses in his war on crime. Beyond his shield that serves both as armor and a weapon The Captain often carries a side arm, a Colt 1911. He has a few grenades on him as well, assorted incendiary, fragmentation, gas and flash-bangs. He also carries a field med kit, extra ammunition, a combat dagger, and a Hershey bar.


Despite being only 30 years of age John is often thought of as an old soul. Like something out of the annals of history this guy is old fashioned. He believes whole heartedly in doing things the right way, being honest and standing up to bullies, no matter the cost. This golden ideal of how to address things often times makes it difficult for people to deal with John, sometimes seeing his way of thinking is out dated. Another thing he is often looked at for being is odd is the propaganda posters he hangs up all over town (seen throughout my character sheet). These posters are John's way of winning hearts and minds along with his actions. He hopes they will help like the old war posters helped back in the day of getting people to see that someone is out there fighting for them and maybe giving people a little hope.

The Captain is a masterful combatant having received some of the highest and most rigorous training the United States military has to offer. Serving both in the Army infantry and then later as a special forces U.S Army Ranger his levels of weapons training and unarmed combat training is of the highest caliber. Beyond his substantial physical abilities The Captain is a gifted leader both in battlefield tactics and as a commander. He has the uncanny ability to inspire those around him and get them to follow him into hell itself should he ask.

Taking his little brother to baseball games, apple pie, hamburgers and hot dogs, American football, fireworks, old cars, WW2 movies, America, people in general, dogs, Christmas.

Bullies, cowards, liars, criminals, anti-American sentiment, crooked cops

His time in the middle east has not left The Captain without a few mental scars. He still gets jumpy around odd, seemingly out of place objects that could be disguised I.E.D's. Suspicious individuals that, again, seem out of place make his blood run cold for fear they may be enemy terrorists or suicide bombers.

The only real way to get to The Captain is through his younger brother Benjamin. The 16 year old Ben suffers from lung cancer and lives in a nursing home like facility due to the severity of his condition. Despite never having smoked a day in his young life Ben caught the disease when he was just 13 years old. It was later discovered that the boys mothers chain smoking habit was the primary cause of it.

He suffers from mild to moderate PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder).


[center]♦ Under the Mask

Image taken form a family Christmas party the year John returned home. John and his long time best friend Anthony "Tony"

Real Name
John Clarke

Both The Captain and John Clarke are all-around patriots, believing in all of the things that make America great. He is a very dedicated friend, and has a set group of ideals. He is strictly opposed to any form of oppression and will fight valiantly to uphold the ideals he believes in. Truth be told there is very little difference between The Captain and John aside form the mask. Courageous, bold, honest, loyal and self sacrificing are all words to describe his heroic personality.

Lt. David Clarke- Father- KIA
Nancy Clarke- Mother- Alive, living in a one room apartment to support her drug habit
Benjamin Clarke- brother- Alive, living in a specialized hospital for cancer patients

John Clarke was born and raised in Cormick City but knew his future lied elsewhere. He had a need to serve, a need to fight for his country just like his father did. Following in his old man's footsteps John enlisted in the United States Army right out of high school. He did two tours as an Army infantryman before going to Ranger school. There he really shined and began making a name for himself in special forces. His unit had been sent all over the world but did a lot of work in the middle east. As a Army Ranger John got a reputation as a leader, a hero, a man willing to lay down his life for any of his men without hesitation. His men looked up to him, loved him, admired him. He was and still is a hero to them. He left the military when he learned that his mother had abandoned his younger brother to further her drug habit. Finishing out his latest tour he returned home to find his home town a much different place than he remembered. Cormick was filthy, crime filled and dark. It made him sick just to look at the place. Unable to just sit by and watch the rampant injustice in his home John applied for the police department and found himself in a uniform rather quickly, no doubt a result of his military experience. This however proved to be an ill pairing as John learned that police who were supposed to uphold the law were often times more dangerous than the criminals. During his first month as a rookie John witnessed his partner brutally assaulting a suspect. John intervened but was reprimanded harshly after the incident. John tried to go through the proper channels to get his then partner reprimanded for his actions but instead found himself without a job. It was when he returned to his brother that he got the idea of becoming The Captain. His brother was reading a comic book about some hero flying around with a cape. When John asked about it his brother told him that the super hero was a symbol to the people that things would be ok because someone was there to fight for them and protect them, a hero gave them hope. Then Ben confided in him that John was a hero to him all those years fighting overseas. That night John went home and fashioned his iconic armor from his old Ranger gear. So as John Clarke earns a living working at scrap yard he doubles as The Captain, the patriotic hero fighting for truth, justice and the American way seeking to rid Cormick City of crime and corruption one day at a time.

I'll take Corn Maze for 500 Alex.


John spends what little free time he has doing volunteer work.

So begins...

John Clarke "The Captain"'s Story


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The golden sun shown brightly on the city as the day slowly marked its end. Cormick seemed to shine around this hour, a little past five thirty and the whole city, crime ridden or not, seemed to be made of pure gold. Down below in one of the seedier sections of the city a young girl stared into the face of evil.

"Your bitch mother thought she could steal from us and just walk away?"

The man's voice growled, his slurred speech was evidence enough he was drunk, or high, or both. The young girl in front of him was no older than fifteen. She stood frozen with fear as tears ran down her cheeks. He was one of the men her mother bought drugs off of. Recently she had taken out something of a line of credit with her drug dealers, not a wise decision, but then again drug addicts aren't well known for their brilliant decision making. Naturally the young girl's mother found herself in a hole rather quickly, a hole to the tune of three thousand dollars and a pound of meth. Once the dealers started looking for her she took off, leaving her only child alone in the apartment to pay for the sins of her mother.

The man stepped towards her menacingly, easily outweighing her by a hundred pounds, with a scraggly, unkept beard and covered in tattoos. He had a large spider tattoo on the side of his head only adding to his dangerous appearance in the eyes of the young girl. His cruel eyes drifted over the girls lithe frame as he licked his lips like a lion sizing up a gazelle.

"But ya know... cute thing like you... I'm sure you can earn our paper back quick. Cant ya sweet thing?"

He asked, his voice still raspy and gritty but with an air of malicious seduction to it. The young woman backed up in fear slowly, her shaking body struggled to obey her minds commands. She wanted to run, hide, just die before he touched her. His filthy hand reached out to her and slid along her cheek before wrapping around the back of her small neck and with scary strength he pulled her towards him all the while looking down at her with wicked intent.

"Thing is baby girl... I never sell anything without out first tasting the merch, you understand."

He bent down bringing his lips to hers as she weakly recoiled, her face wet with tears. His breath stank of booze and ash. As the whiskers of his beard brushed her face his hand began to slide down her thigh. The young girl panicked, terror taking her. She lashed out wildly, her fingernails digging into the mans face drawing blood. The man cursed and pulled back in pain and shock as the the girl scrambled away. She had nowhere to go but the opposite corner of the dank, dirty one room apartment. She curled up into a fetal position as she wept uncontrollably all the while the man on the other side of the room let loose every curse word known to man.

"You little bitch! I'm gunna kill you, you fucking slut!"

The man roared whipping around, the fresh claw marks dripped red blood down his face from the four scratch marks running across his face. He stomped toward her with murderous intent.

"Look what you did to my face! LOOK AT MY FACE!"

His roar was full of rage and fury. He was going to kill her, she knew it as a fact. In this city, in Cormick, there was no hope. No point in holding out for a savior that would never come. These were her last moments. She forced herself to look up, at the very least she would see her last moments coming.

It was then that the sound of the window smashing filled the room and through the broken shards of glass came a man, draped in red, white and blue. Using a shield of stars and stripes he came bursting through the window and charged the man. The drug dealer turned in shock just in time to see the fist coming for his jaw. The blow sent him flying back, slamming into the wall with such force the young girl thought he was going to go right through it. The man in red, white and blue wasn't finished and quickly slammed his shield into the man's chest, pinning him to the wall. The hero leaned in applying tremendous force on the man's rib cage. The man groaned in pain as he struggled to breathe.

"Big man beating on a little girl like that, why don't you try that on me."

The hero said, his voice bold and proud. The man gritted his teeth in pain but managed to force out two words.

"F-Fuck... you!"

Immediately the man was rewarded for his reply with a second punch to the face, the blow broke his nose causing blood to spew fourth from the ruined remnants of what was once a perfectly functioning nasal passage. The man cried out in pain just as the shield bearer stepped back letting him drop to his feet before he punched him in the gut. The drug dealer lost what little wind he had left and fell to the ground unconscious.

The little girl stared wide eyed in awe at the heroic figure before her. Fearless and strong it was like he stepped out of a dream. He turned to her, a warm smile on his face and he walked over and knelt before her.

"Are you hurt?"

He asked, his voice was kind and heartfelt. The girl didn't speak, her face was still wet with tears but they had stopped flowing. She just stared at him as if she wasn't believing what she was seeing. He reached out a hand and reassuringly put it on her shoulder.

"It's alright, I'm here to help. I'm The Captain."

His words seemed to calm her, soothe her and she nodded slowly.

"T-Thank you... He..."

"Won't come after you again."

He finished for her with a self assured nod. The girl shook her head in concern.

"N-no there's more of them. He was just one of the dealers. M-My mom... she told me there was some big drug thing going down at the docks at midnight. They'll all be there."

"Then so will I."

He said boldly as he got to his feet. He looked out of the window he'd just come through, the golden city seemed to shine on his face. After a brief moment he turned around and glanced at the drooling, bloody drug dealer laying on the floor. The Captain walked over and took a firm grip on the unconscious man's collar.

"After I take out the trash that is."

He said with a charming smile. The girl managed a weak giggle in return as The Captain dragged the dealer out of her apartment. He had a meeting to go to, hell if he'd be late for that. While John Clarke aka The Captain left the apartment having saved a life he had unknowingly also inspired one. The little girl stood a little taller after that day, a little prouder, all thanks to the man in red, white and blue, all thanks to The Captain.


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The roar of John's Harley-Davidson WLA Liberator seemed to soothe the military man. As he raced through the city streets with still more than a few hours to kill before midnight and the big showdown at the docks the history of the bike he was driving was not lost on him. Originally manufactured off a civilian model in the forties for the US Army for use in World War 2 it seemed fitting that The Captain drove one during his war against the corrupting and rampant criminality of Cormick City. The only thing John regretted in using the vehicle during his exploits as The Captain was that he was no longer able to use it during his civilian life. To do so would arouse too much suspicion.

So as The Captain rode down the streets of Cormick City he kept his eyes peeled for trouble and his ears open for the police scanner he'd installed in his bike. In a city as bad as this it normally didn't take long to find some kind of criminal activity, even if that criminal activity was vigilantism. John had seen the news reports, read the papers with the few and far between blurry pictures of some of the faceless "heroes" that prowled the city for signs of criminality like John did. He had yet to meet any of these individuals but truly wished to do so some day. Like minded individuals like that could be invaluable allies in the war on crime yet until he met these fellow justice seekers they couldn't count on each other.

John's experience in military told him that men and women worked better in teams, when they could stand shoulder to shoulder with others like themselves and take on the enemy. These other people, should they learn to all work together, could find out how powerful they were together. United there may not be anything they couldn't handle. Right now however they were all fractured, divided and solitary crime fighters. Even Cap was little more than a solo hero at the moment. John hoped to change that as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He couldn't imagine he would go that much longer without running into one of these remarkable individuals seeing as how they were essentially doing the same job. Granted they all seemed to have a different approach to it.

Take this Nightengale character for instance. While The Captain sought to inspire the people of Cormick, The Nightengale from what John had gathered, had little interest in what others thought of him. He had a job to do and that job was killing anyone and everyone who thought they could commit crime in Cormick and get away with it. Cap admired the man, or woman for that matter, for their grit but was concerned how far this individual was willing to go. How long would this "ends justifies the means" mentality hold up before they turned around and found themselves no better than the people they were fighting against?

John shelved the thoughts for now as they served him little use until if and when he ever met the infamous Nightengale. For now The Captain was forced to trust that The Nightengale, whoever they were, was strong enough to resist the dark rode the walked the line of.


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And now The Captain stood ever so valiantly alongside his fellow soldiers behind the red, white, blue background of America, sporting Hitler 'staches and crudely drawn dicks on their cheeks.

"There we go, Captain Asshole." Isaiah thought to himself as he put the cap back on the permanent marker, appreciating the work of art that is ruined propaganda, for a moment before turning round, skating alongside the sidewalk. After having played a good game of soccer, he was heading home to do two things: catch up on homework from his first year of high school and to plan something, anything, to pay the rent.

The streets were too fucking dangerous at night to work with. Especially the lunatics with gimp suits and a moral high-horse suddenly come on by everyone's business and end up slicing, smashing, or god-forbid, shooting people just trying to get by, alongside with all the unsavory monsters.

Isaiah had heard of most all the freaks except the ones that may spring up that very night and there was an emotion, not something that he could place, a mixture of anger, ridicule or fear that sprang up whenever he thought of them. Slugger always made sure to stay clear of them, to hide from their presence when they were there, and run from them when they came to screw up his plans with only a fleeting glance. The newest addition, "Silver Assassin" otherwise known as Monster was the one he wanted to avoid like the plague for the plain simple fact she carries an assault rifle and keeps a very high kill count. It almost matched up to the other masked freak, Nightingale, who might as well be called Killy Mckilliton for all the "good" he did.

By far, however, the one that both Slugger and Isaiah hated the most was no doubt Captain Asshole.

It's hard to put into words, a hate that could skin demons, from such a figure. Where it came from, Isaiah doesn't know for sure if it's his image, the way he represents himself, those stupid posters he somehow hangs every block or so despite the fact that Slugger keeps defacing them and pulling them down, or maybe his arrogance.
The Captain's insistence that everything can be neatly sorted into good and evil, that he is good and everyone against him, including Isaiah were bad. There was something truly wrong when some random stranger has to come along, make himself something to be looked up to, and say, nay, live something so idiotic.

The one that Slugger would have to say he hates the least would be Razor, or Blade, or whatever the hell he/(she)? calls himself. Of course saying he was the least hated was much like saying he was the shiniest of all the turds, sure, the shiniest, but a turd none the less.

The kid shook his head to clear the thoughts, the cool air of the weather hitting his face, glad he took the time to wear a long-sleeved shirt with his hands down the pocket of his jeans. They were going to need him and the boys tonight if that deal on the docks were true and it'll pay well if everything goes according to plan.

Isaiah could hear the ever too familiar sound of a certain Harley-Davidson pull up on the road and as he looked, there was, the motherfucking Captain himself.
"Just don't look at him. Keep going till you reach home." He mentally told himself as he was to do exactly that.


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The sun was beginning to drop over the horizon, the canopy of concrete and steel began to obscure that golden orb in the sky and bring the first of nights shadows across the city. As the cities inhabitants seeked the refuge and relative safety of their homes the beasts came out to play. The thugs and killers, rapists and psychos impatiently watched their hunting ground darken for they knew the time for their wicked game was about to begin. The husband and wife, brother and sister, friend and lover knew to fear the night. It was with night that came all the evils of man. With night came all the dangers that the darkness brought. The knife in the shadow, the gun in the strangers pocket, the men following you on your walk home.

Times were changing however, despite how much those fiends wished thing would stay the same because the people of this great city were beginning to gain a weapon more powerful than anything those beasts could ever imagine. That weapon was hope, pure and simple. Hope born from the deeds of remarkable individuals. Born from brave men and women who sacrificed of themselves for others. People, heroes who put their own lives on the line without a second thought to protect the weak. Among them was none more self sacrificing, none more courageous or bold than the man who shined the light of liberty in the darkness. As he moved throughout the city the familiar sound of his motorcycle reached the ears of the citizens of Cormick. Those who looked on him, young and old, man and woman all smiled as the hope he brought touched their heart for they knew they were just a little bit safer because he was there. The Captain was there and he would always be there as long as they needed him.

The Captain pulled up to a traffic light, his Harley rumbling in the failing light of the sun and as he looked up at the sun as it retired for the evening he knew that his work was just beginning. He tensed his jaw and revved the engine as he prepared to take off down the street and head for the docks but something caught his eye. A young man, a child no more than twelve or thirteen walking alone down the sidewalk. The boy was wearing a long sleeve shirt and a baseball cap with his hands sullenly in his jean pockets. John arched an eyebrow as he looked at the boy.

"Hey.... Better run along home, son. It's getting late."

With that The Captain sped off down the street heading for the docks. He needed to get into position before the drug dealers showed. He'd need to recon the area and assess the battlefield effectiveness of a showdown at the docks before he engaged the enemy. He'd need to get eyes on target and see just how many people he'd have to take down tonight. First he'd need to park the bike far enough from the docks where the roar of the engine wouldn't be heard and then go on from foot.


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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger" Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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Just over fifty men in total. This was the armed force for the evening. Snipers posted on the roof provided cover for the ground team. The bulk of the guards were sporting shotguns, automatic small arms and pistols, your standard load out for well supplied criminal enterprises. Recon of the area noted several speed boats nearby, no doubt intended for a hasty getaway should that be required. It didn't take long for The Captain to sneak down to the pier and disable the two guards near the boats silently before he jerry rigged the boats with a few grenades. With the detonator in his pocket he could detonate them at any time.

So he moved back to surveillance, he caught sight of a few kids skating around on roller blades. For a brief second he mistook them for playful children out too late but he'd heard of this gang before. Hardly able to call them that, more like kids with a bad streak in them. John felt bad for the kids, for whatever reason drove them to crime to ruin their lives so early when they have their whole lives ahead of them was a shame. Regardless he had a job to do and if they tried to intervene tonight would be the night they would learn what crime got them.

The Captain was almost ready to move in, he was going to sneak in through the roof and start with the snipers when he caught something he did not expect. Two individuals arrive don the scene, stopping on one of the nearby rooftops overlooking the docks. One he recognized as the masked vigilante The Nightengale, the other was a complete mystery to him. A woman with long silver hair with a large sniper rifle, the make and model of which Cap couldn't identify at this range. He watched as the two spoke for a brief moment before The Nightengale leapt off the rood effortlessly and the woman got into position, taking careful aim at the snipers on the roof. John added this new development into his tactical appraisal before altering his plan of attack.

He no longer need to start on the roof and deal with the snipers nest since there was already a counter sniper in place. From what little he knew of how Nightngale worked he was a shadow fighter, not a stand up soldier. Fortunately that served The Captain perfectly. He could operate as The Nightengale's equal and opposite. One fighting from the shadows with lightning fast attacks, the other shooting right down the line and bringing the fight to the enemy. Between the two of them drug dealers muscle stood little chance. Especially with the safety net of a sniper posted just outside.

Satisfied with his current plan The Captain moved in. Carefully sneaking around the back via the rooftops of the surrounding structures he scouted for the best entry point. An unused fire escape and accompanying window would work well. Cap judged the gap he would have to jump with a readying breath. These aerial leaps were not necessarily his forte but the supreme condition of his body did allow him to be surprisingly agile for a man his size. He sprinted forward, shield strapped to his back and leapt out into the night air. His gloved hand reached out and found cold metal. He gripped the last rung of the fire escape landing and pulled himself up.

Once on top of the metal set of stairs he looked down at the drop he almost took with a shake of the head. At least four stories, that would've ended his night early. Cap turned back to the mission and began to ascend the fire escape, carefully not to go stomping up the metal ladder and alert any guards. He reached the window in under a minute and slipped in, dropping to the floor quietly. He could hear voices in the distance, the thugs causally talking amongst themselves from all over the warehouse.

Cap did a quick scan of his immediate surroundings as he took cover behind some crates and readied his shield. He had no idea where Nightegale was but he didn't want to spoil the vigilante's element of surprise so he held position and waited. He'd let the shadow fighter strike first before he moved in. The heroes would pin the enemy between the dagger and shield, leaving them nowhere to run.


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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Oliver James "Maestro" Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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As the event came closer on his watch and the area nearer as well, Maestro slowed to a walk rather than a jog as he had been. He first spotted a few uniformed men afar off but near Cormount Bay. Welcoming party? Maestro took a closer look at everything around them; windows, cars, rooftops, and of course who was in the very center. From this distance (and with only one eye) he could tell much but one gunman above a nearby building and a few men on the ground floor of the site. Up we go. The tall villain quietly climbed the fire escape and peeked his head out at the top, seeing the sniper keeping intent watch on the ground. Maestro readied his tape and dagger in hand, placing his red cane at the side of this rooftop. He quietly crawled to the man in uniform, careful not to make any noise - being that he was so tall it would be hard to hide on the same roof. When the painter was only a foot or so away he lunged his hand at the man's mouth and slapped the tape on his face while simultaneously jabbing the dagger in the back of the man's neck and slicing it to the other side. The muffled death was as quiet as Oliver's laughter at it.

Maestro positioned the corpse beside him as he was only a few seconds ago, though off a bit to the side so that Maestro could see through his scope himself. He quickly scanned the ground and rooftops for a count of henchmen. It was quick, so he estimated twenty on the ground and twenty up above. Much more interesting to him he spotted - more stealthily placed - a woman with silver hair and a rather large rifle. Shit, I'm in range! Better make this quick. The villain quickly and carefully looked at the buildings more closer to her, seeing if there may be any unique people lurking. Indeed there was, as he saw a very muscular man with a shield strapped to his back jump between a window and fire escape. Maestro pulled the dead man next to him closer to his own rifle making him look as if he had never been bothered and rolled off the scene to his cane and exit point.

Well, hopefully that woman didn't see anything up here. Better be on the safe side now anyways. Two vigilantes running around, and one of me. Hmm. How to go about this? Maestro focused more on silence rather than speed as going down the fire escape. The black and dark red of Maestro's clothing shadowed him well enough to those far off, though his height gave him away once closer. Taking that into account he decided to stick to the shadows and buildings, just hoping not to run into that big, blue-outfitted man. Oliver took his time to distance himself from the other two, being that it seemed they would be taking out these men as well as Maestro. Might as well use that to his advantage. He entered a building that was beside the body of water and made sure to best stay away from any windows as he scouted out the interior. Empty, good. Oliver grabbed a chair and placed it just out of the way of a window and sat down, now racking his brain for a good plan to execute. Midnight was only so far off now.


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Annie held onto the vigilante and shivered as she felt like he was a bit too mysterious for her. She felt something on her shoulders and looked down and saw his jacket around her body. She felt the warmth that the coat contained from being on his person and it felt nice and cozy. It was rather large on her small person as he had stated to her calmly, but it did its job of keeping he warm just fine.

She slowly started to stop shivering and felt more comfortable as he escorted her back to her home. Annie glanced a few times up at the man, then quickly away blushing. She wanted to know why his voice sounded so deep and raspy at times. She thought that it seemed odd for a man to have a voice like that all the time as their natural sounding voice. She didnt want to ask and knew he say something like it was natural.

As they neared her home, or what she called home she felt tired and knew tht she would definitely need some rest before she went out to the deal going down at the bay at midnight. She yawned and felt lucky that she ha let him escort her home, since the sun was nearly down and the streets were dark now. Annie saw some of the younger boys and girls in the windows watching the orphan and hero approach the stairs as if they knew each other. She giggled quietly and blushed as they pressed themselves on the glass.

Annie took a step onto the stoop of the orphanage and she turned around to see the Nightengale kneeling before her and gently carressing her face. She blushed and smiled shyly as she looked at the eyes of the mask, wishing to look into his real eyes, wondering what color they really were. Annie then felt her hands in his and held them back lightly. He told her to be careful and be good for me, to stay away from the alleys and that he had to go now. Annie simply nodded at all his requests and he said, "thats my girl." suddenly he shot a grapling gun and attached it to a building stood and shot off and disappeared over a building. Annie watched him till he was out of sight and she smiled giggling as she went inside the orphanage.


later that night, annie awoken from a long nap and rushed to get into her hero dress. Se pulled out of the pocket of her coat a red and black masquerade mask and tied it around her head and onto her face. She crawled out if the window and onto the fire escape. She touched the side of the dress and made sure that she had he inhaler in it and felt it in the pocket. She continued to run through the streets and she hitched a ride on the backs of some cars and within a few minutes, she arrived at the docks, on the back of a UPS truck. Jumping off it she ran to a pile of crates that were against the side of a building. She quickly jumped on them and lifted herself up and onto the top of the warehouse and hid behind a a big AC unit. She peeked out from behind it and noticed a man with a rifle in his hands pacing the roof as a sort of look out.

Annabeth sighed and reached into her pocket for her inhaler and took a small dosage quickly. She looked around the other roofs of the other buildings. However when she looked over at one rather far away from her, she noticed that there was a black figure that was different looking from the guards...Annie wondered if it could she shook her head and looked back at the guard on the roof with her. She quickly went on the ground and found a small pebble and tossed it lightly to her left. The man lifted his head up and walked over holding the gun more firmly. She crouched down and waited for his back to be to her. When he walked by her and didnt noticed her she pounced and pinched hard on a vein in his neck holding her hand over his mouth. She couldnt hold the man up so he sorta just fell out of her hands and onto the roof. Annie sighed panting and took his gun and find it behind the AC unit. Across the way She saw the Nightengale, she was sure it was him, swoop down and into the darkness below in a loading dock. She then saw the silver lady who'd stolen the paper from before get into a position on the roof to attack the snipers. Annie didnt have any grapling hooks and the sniper in her area was taken care of, so she slowly jumped back down and into the pile of crates and boxes. She was behind the warehouse now and saw a man coming her way. She became silent and still and as he walked past she pounced again on him and held her hand over his mouth. Unfortunately he was much larger and stronger...mustve been why he had not had a gun with him. Instead he had a knife and he swung the knife at her. She glared at him and he punched her arm rather hard making her yelp softly. The man yelled once saying, "Guards!" then Annie managed to pinch the vein and instantly knocked him out then took the knife and slit the throat letting him bleed out. She hard someone running towards her and she ran into a warehouse. 


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Cap turned when he heard the shout. Crouching in cover behind some shipping containers, his shield in his hand the call for guards rang out and was quickly silenced. Cut short by, no doubt, Nightengale or perhaps his sniper friend posted outside. Before he could consider the possibilities further a door in the back of the warehouse was thrown open and in ran a young woman. Tiny, no, petite would be a great way to describe her. Her frame seemed fragile and delicate like a frozen lily. She ran with shining blonde hair cascading behind her in her sprint. He thin, short frame was draped in what looked like a warrior angels armor. A new hero if Cap had to put money on it. A new hero running for her life as five men chased after her, their boots stamping out like a heard of angry buffalo.

The girl was racing right towards him but she hadn't spotted him yet, neither had the guards but that wouldn't last long regardless. John never did favor stealth missions.

"So much for the covert portion of this op."

Cap said aloud, more to himself than anyone else as he got to his feet and raced towards her. He prayed he'd be able to get to her before she was tagged by an enemy round. They hadn't started shooting yet which was a miracle. These sorts normally weren't the type to pick their shots. From Johns experience these thugs in the city were worse than the insurgents he fought overseas when it came to weapons training. They often just sprayed the general area and hoped they hit something. More often what they ended up doing was wasting ammo and giving away their position.

The Captain had his shield up in a defensive charge as he rushed the group coming towards him. They spotted him now and changed targets from the girl running from them, and to the star spangled man coming right at them.

"Oh shit! That's The Captain! Take him down!"

They opened fire and the rounds pinged harmlessly off Cap's shield as he closed the distance quickly. He wanted to draw his gun, he wanted to return fire but he couldn't risk the girl getting clipped in the exchange. He had to get to her, he had to reach her. Once she was safe he could concentrate on taking down the thugs.

The Captain and the mystery girl, dressed like an angel reached each other and Cap skidded to a stop behind her, standing protectively between her and the goons charging them.

"Stay behind me!"

The Captain said boldly as he drew his Colt 1911 and took aim. Now with his shield and his own body providing cover for the young girl he could deal with these thugs. The rounds were still coming, bouncing off his shield. Perhaps it was nerves or perhaps their aim was really just this bad but the only thing they managed to hit was the floor and the shield. Cap on the other hand was a much better shot. Years of training and fighting in some of the worst conditions known to man had taught him two things, pick your shots and make each round count.

John squeezed the trigger, popping off three shots. With each round that left the chamber a body dropped. Each slug caught it's intended target right in heart. Perfect shots. The remaining two guards stopped firing and exchanged nervous glances before looking back at the man in red, white and blue before them.

Cap cracked a half smile, a knowing smile as if to tell them he knew what was going through their mind at that very moment.

"There's only one way out of this gentlemen..."

The two men stared at The Captain wide eyed for a moment, obviously unsure of whether to accept the man's offer of their surrender, make a run for it or fight. They chose the latter. Raising their guns for one final, hail Mary attempt they both were dropped before bringing their weapons to bear. They both received two rounds in their chests for their trouble and dropped to the ground dead.

"That wasn't it."

Cap said grimly, sincerely wishing they hand't made him shoot them. Despite being a soldier, despite fighting for all those years John Clarke was not a killer. He didn't like killing, it was not something he had ever wanted to do. Yet, unfortunately it was something he had been forced to do time and time again in the line of duty. Now as then John was forced to take a life when he had no other alternative but he never took killing lightly. As far as he was concerned the minute taking someones life was easy, you needed to find a different profession.

Holstering his gun The Captain turned around to the young woman behind him and was now fully aware of just how small she was. Probably not even five feet tall and couldn't even weigh a hundred pounds she was dwarfed by Johns own hulking frame in comparison. John gave her a warm smile and a nod.

"Are you alright miss?"

He asked in concern.


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Lilith crouched down on a rooftop near the meeting place of the drug deal. No one had arrived yet, as the sky had just started to dim, signaling the coming night. Making sure she wasn't seen, she stood up and gazed at the intended meeting spot. From her vantage point, she could see the entire place in front of her, and a couple warehouses. She could tell where safe spots were immediately, in case this got ugly and needed cover from bullets. She quickly mapped out possibly escape routes in her mind, in case she needed a quick getaway.

She checked the small digital watch on her wrist. The deal wouldn't be happening for a couple hours. For now she had time to kill. She familiarized herself with the location further, which took about a half hour. After that, she settled down against a natal column on the rooftop, leaning against it and closing her eyes. Resting would be a smart thing to do for the oncoming scrimmage. She drifted off to sleep -- if that's what you could call it. She would still be on alert, and even the slightest sound could awaken her.

She woke up to the sound of faint voices. By now it was twilight, the sky a mix of colors. Immediately she crouched low and looked over the side of the building. There were men with long black bags being stationed on the surrounding roofs. One such sniper was using the fire escape to climb onto the roof she was on. With her agile reflexes, she ran to the other side of the building and jumped, landing on the adjacent roof. She landed with a roll to cushion the impact. She quickly hid behind a generator. She watched as the sniper carefully took out his gun and assembled it, each piece being attached one by one. Staying in the shadows, she clambered over the gap between the two buildings. It was fortunate the rifleman didn't notice. He was humming a tune as he worked, checking the scope to see if it was functioning.

Shade snuck behind him, her footsteps muffled. Her hands went straight to his head, one gently clasped under his chin, and the other on the tip of his head. By the time he noticed her touch, it was too late. With a quick jerking motion, she twisted his head and broke his neck. She let his body fall with a dull thud. Her eyes scanned for more snipers, and counted 25. She let out a quiet whistle. That was quite a heavy set of firepower for something like a drug deal. She killed four more snipers who she saw as a threat. She would've killed them all, though it doing so would have expended too much energy.

As the fifth sniper fell lifeless to the ground, she heard more voices. Was the deal about to begin? Looking down, she saw two people with masks. One had dark hair and was obviously a male, while the other had long flowing silver hair. For a moment, she wondered how the young woman's hair came to be that color, but quickly dismissed it as another more important thought came to mind. They were heroes. Despite herself, a smile spread on her face. This night was going to be interesting.

She saw a well muscled man run into a warehouse, and soon after that, a young woman with a small stature chased in by guards. In no time, the snipers on the roof were taken care of by the silver haired lady. So many heroes in one place, it was simply outstanding. Was there ever a better time to take them out?

Shade stayed on the roof, sitting cross legged on the rim of the building. From there, she had an unobstructed view of the events that were about to unfold. For now she would wait, either for a perfect moment to catch one of them unawares, or one to come to her. She knew it was crazy to take them on all at one. She might be able to beat two, but anymore than that would be suicide. She wasn't worried at all though, she had many, many tricks up her sleeve.


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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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Behind a stack of boxes, Elliot waited and waited. Though he knew it was only mere moments, the seconds passed like ages. Each tick of the clock felt like years, decades, centuries of waiting. Finally, behind the safety of his cover, Elliot heard the sound of a gunshot. She was starting. "Time to go." Elliot muttered to himself. In order to keep the snipers off of Silver's back, Elliot had to make himself a more tasty target. He pulled the smoke bombs from his belt and chucked them in three separate directions, making big, chalky clouds of dust. The snipers' eyes were drawn to the clouds, as well as the explosion made during their creation. At that, Elliot booked it, he ran from cloud to cloud, keeping the snipers trained on him so they would never see Silver's muzzle flash. Even though Elliot was running as though his life depended on it, some of the armed thugs got in his way. His father had always told him it was better to start early, so Elliot killed them. Some were stabbed in the throat, dying soundlessly in seconds, others had their necks broken, and others still made the mistake of shooting at Elliot. Those last idiots were decapitated. Elliot pulled his bladed chain from its place at his belt. The razor sharp whip found it's way around the necks of those who were unfortunate enough to shoot. All Elliot had to do was pull.

After roughly 20 shots, Silver stopped and all was still. "Must be finished." Elliot smirked to himself. He finished off the rest of the ground troops that were stationed outside with relative ease. All relatively soundlessly. The only ones who made noise, were the ones that Elliot allowed to cry for help. Elliot was no fool. He didn't simply run around killing people uselessly. He used bodies as bait, used the screams of some to attract the others. They never even saw his face. Elliot was in and out like a shadow's worst nightmare. By the time he was finished, his kill count must have been up to the mid twenties. He's stopped counting after nineteen. He stopped behind a stack of boxes near the back of the warehouse. Elliot looked around, checking his in. While the inside was no doubt more heavily forticated, the front door was also bolted shut. There was only one way out, and it would most likely be covered with guards. Time to do something sneaky. Elliot ran over to the outside circuit panel on the south side of the building. He stopped for just a moment. Was he... breathing heavily? It was only twenty something goons. His master would be laughing at him if be saw the state Elliot was in. Time to get serious.

Elliot slapped an explosive charge on the main breaker box and ducked behind something sturdy. He pressed the ignition switch on his belt for both charges. All at once both charges blew, both the homemade explosive on the circuit breakers, and the EMP charge he'd left at his starting position. The electrical systems were flooded with an electromagnetic pulse, and then the power was cut. On the outside, the breaker box wasn't even serviceable. The whole thing would need to be replaced. Inside the warehouse every single lightbulb would burst, every switch would short circuit. Even the emergency back-up generator would need some spare parts before it was up and running again. The inside of the warehouse would be flooded with darkness. Just the way Elliot liked it. Those inside would meet a swift end and he would go home with a clear conscious. Just when he was wondering where his gunnie was, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, and was presented with a sharp something in his face. "Don't freak out its just a short term partner in crime," Silver said. Elliot slapped the hand containing the knife away from his face. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to point?" Elliot asked, his voice disguised in the gravelly rasp of the Nightengale. With the sharp out of his eyes and away from his throat, Elliot felt much more comfortable. He even felt nice enough to be polite. "Pleasantries aside," he began. "Nice work on the roof. With that out of the way, we won't have to worry too much about the get-away once the high priority target is dead. Well done." Elliot said, genuinely complementing her work. "Inside there's most likely more guards protecting a big mob boss, he'll be the fat one wearing the nicest suit there. Kill him and their morale will dig it's own grave. I killed the power inside so if you need those goggles on your hip, I'd suggest strapping them on. I'm going up top to dump all those rifles. We wouldn't want anyone picking one up and picking us off during the escape. Once I'm finished, I'll meet up with you inside. Pop this white smoke if you need me. I'll get you out alive." Elliot said, tossing a pair of smoke bombs at the girl. Since the pins weren't pulled, there would be no explosion in the immediate area. Once he'd finished, Elliot grabbed his grapple gun and made his way up to the warehouse rooftop. Little did he know there was someone waiting for him there.


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Razor Blade

Darkness… Silence… Our Heroes…
One of these don’t seem to belong…
So which will go first?

“Hmmm…” The silent song ended in a slow hum as Everett walked up the stairs to Chris’s apartment building entrance. But the image that was plastered in Everett’s mind was that off the odd man that had stalked past him in the alleyways. He seemed rather out of place…

The sound of a snore made Everett suddenly realized where he was. His golden stare darted around the lobby. Thank God it was empty, well except for the sleeping man behind the desk. It dawned on Everett that he was wearing his Razor Blade outfit still. His eyes widened and he darted up the stairs to Chris’s apartment. He unlocked it with his key. (That’s right. He’s got one.) As soon as he entered, he got right to work.

Analyzing the bad bump on Chris’s head and the groan she man every time she swayed, it seemed she might have a concussion. Everett grabbed some ice, put it into a plastic bag, covered it in paper towels, and rested Chris’s head on it; the ice would reduce the swelling. He sighed and sat next to her, listening to music, waiting for her to wake up.

After about a decent two hours, a loud moan could be heard, resounding throughout the apartment. “Oh Ev… what happened?” She muttered sitting up, and immediately wincing.

“Easy now.” Everett was on his feet in a split second. “You hit your head pretty hard. It looks like a concussion. And not a very good one at that.” Everett told her solemnly.

Chris could only sigh. She loathed the thought of having to go to the hospital. “I’m just glad you took me here…” She muttered.

Everett could only nod. His eyes then narrowed. “What where you doing downtown anyway? You could have been killed. You were lucky I just happened to be there.” His voice was quite stern; something very uncommon for him.

Chris looked up at him with big, brown puppy-dog eyes. Everett’s hard gaze was unrelenting. “I-I was g-going to tell you, Ev, honest! I just… didn’t want you to get hurt.” She stumbled over her words slightly, and lowered her light of sight to the ground. Everett raised an eyebrow. “There’s a huge drug deal going on tonight. That’s what I was investigating. I-I just… couldn’t help myself.”

Everett’s gaze softened and he smiled. “You didn’t have to keep it a secret, Chris. You can tell me anything.” He grinned and sat down.

“So you’re not going?” She asked hopefully.

“Hell ya I’m going. Why wouldn’t I?” Everett answered in a tone that made it sound like the answer was obvious.

“No Everett! Please don’t!” Chris cried, lurching forwards and wrapping her arms around Everett’s neck.

“I have to Chris…” He muttered, an apologetic look in his eyes.

“Please Everett! Y-you can’t do this, not to me! Please!” She begged. Everett’s eyes widened. He wondered what a third party would think if they heard what Chris was saying…

“I told you, I have to! I don’t mean to sound cliché, but it’s my duty Chris. I’m sorry.” His hand slid upwards and he caressed her face softly. She leaned her cheek into his palm and sighed.

“Just… promise me you’ll come back?” He eyes showed true concern.

Everett smiled. “Razor Blade doesn’t make promises.” With that, he kissed her forehead and simply marched out of the apartment without saying another word.

After throwing some clothes over his newly-washed Razor Blade suit, he marched down to a little place called ‘Kevin’s Repairs’. Everett sauntered in, hands in his pockets, with a lazy look on his face. “Yo, Kev! You in here?!” He shouted, and a gruff response could be heard.

“I’m over here!”

Everett jogged into the garage, and before him was a sight that made a giant grin spread across his face. “So, whadaya think?” Kevin asked, gesturing to Everett’snewly repaired motorcycle.

“Thanks Kev! Wow, I don’t know what to say!” Everett was surprised at how good it looked, his last wreck had been a pretty bad one.

“How about, ‘Here’s your pay.’” Kevin smiled.

“Sure.” With an irremovable grin, Everett paid the man in cold, hard cash, slipping him an extra 100. “Keep the change Kev. If you don’t mind, I’ll be off. Thanks for everything.” With a curl nod, Everett hopped on the bike, slapped on a solid black helmet, and revved off as soon as Kevin managed to open the door.

In a few minutes, Everett was near the docks. About two blocks away, he parked the bike in an alley, hiding it behind a dumpster. He never knows when he might need to make a quick getaway. Shedding his cover-clothes, he restocked all of his weapons to make sure he had everything he needed. He had even brought along his little invention. It was simple, really, and called ‘The Wolverine’ after the famous comic-book hero. Everett would slip it over his wrists, and if he clenched his fists tightly, blades would pop out of the front, looking as if they were coming from his knuckles. It was a simple design, all he really needed was some scrap metal, six springs and six knives; three for each hand. He attached them to his waist for now; he would only use them as a last resort. They were a lot more fragile than Everett wanted them to be, but they were both just prototypes. Hopefully they would get the job done.

Razor Blade skirted around the edges of the warehouse, taking a short recon. It was them something- someone- soared above his head and landed on the roof of another building. So I’m not alone…

From what Everett could hear, there was a bit off commotion inside. But Everett was going to keep up the silent tactic and search for the main boss of the organization, once he found him; he would beat the crap out of him and probably kill him in the process.

After creeping around for a bit more, Everett decided to enter through a high placed window. The walls of the warehouse wouldn’t be too hard to climb. Everett came prepared. Kicking the sides of his feet, a blade popped out of each of the front of his shoes. Grabbing two more blades, Everett ran at the wall, and leapt onto it, the blades piercing the metal and allowing Everett to stay up. With a solid thirty more seconds of climbing, Everett made his way to the window, though his way may not have been the most silent…

Once he got it open, he slipped in silently, his dark outfit blending in with the shadows. He landed on what seemed to be a suspended catwalk which hung above the main area in the warehouse. Or course some people had come to investigate what the sounds were; but they found nothing besides some holes in the wall. Everett slunk across the catwalk, his footsteps silent as he searched for where Mr. Big Boss may be located.


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Tim sat on a crate while the deal was commencing very slowly. He opened his eyes, "and let the games begin." A gun shot rang out. The mobsters looked clearly surprised, but the imfamous Death just cracked a smile. Most of the guards outside would be dead by now. The lights short circuited making the room fall into blackness. Tim was surprised how prepared these 'heroes' were. He excepted the situation as it was. "Men prepare to go nocturnal!" He popped open the crate that he was sitting on inside there was a barrier made especially for this kind of situation. Inside there was ten pairs of night vision goggles he put on his own pair and lead the men to the goggles. He searched the area well aware that only about half of them had goggles. He pulled out his katana and his pistol, it had nine bullets. "Those who can't see are useless now!" He lunged his sword into the eye of the nearest 'blind man'. He cocked the 1911 and unloaded the nine bullets into the faces of those who couldn't see, only of his own men the rest would have to fend for them selves. He shouted out to the invisible 'heroes hiding in the dark'. "Eleven versus the several of you, can you rise to the challenge? Or will you be another to fall by my hand?" He spoke to all heroes and villains alike, for the games had begun.


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#, as written by Deallo
Slugger did his routes around the dock, phone vibrating several times, snippets of information slipping in his eyes and ears from his scouts.

Cap was out in the dockyard, from a couple of boats suspiciously enough, before he ran into a warehouse. A scout saw some freak with a top-hat, either The Painter or some fancy fucker, sneaking in as well.

Then, it was the goddamn Nightingale.

"I don't know, he just put something on the box at the side of the building."

"The box?" Slugger said with the cell by his face, heading turning left and right for any soul in sight. The kid, Jack, must've meant the breaker for the building. Looks like Killy Mckillington was going to blow the lights, though how, it was unsure.
"As soon as he's far enough, try to get the 'something' off, right, Jack?"
"Got it boss. And there's some silver-haired chick with a gas mask..."
"Monster." The newest so-called "Hero" to date. "Stay the fuck away from her as well. You and George follow my orders, alright?"

With a click of the phone, he had continued his route, suddenly hearing the roar of a motorcycle before ducking into the opposite alley to hide in the darkness. The gunshots have been causing him to jump and twitch throughout the night as if he'd been the one getting shot but he managed to stand completely still in the dark for the moment to be stealthy. The engine stalled before the ignition was turned off and a "Hero" emerged from the alley. You could always tell because unless there was a dungeon in Cormick City that advertised half price admission for guests with black jumpsuits and masks it was always a hero.

Now, instead of just catching up to him and smacking him across the face right there, Slugger had a better idea. Ducking into the alley the motorcycle was parked in, finding it behind a dumpster, Isaiah smirked as he pulled the butterfly knife from his pocket and flipped the blade up with a practiced skill.
"What are you doing?" Carlos called from behind in a whisper, watching with intrigue and curiosity. "Are you gonna make it explode? Take it apart and sell it? Key it?"
"Keying? I thought I taught you better then that." He said, almost disappointingly as his knife got to work.
"Besides, I ain't got the tools with me for the other stuff, no siree. I'm just gonna cut the brakes, to see how far our little hero could go before crashin' his dumb-ass all over the pavement." If you really wanted to know how stupidly easy it was to cut the brakes on both wheels for such a fancy new ride, look at the brake pads then follow the brake lines. These things are made of hard rubber and stupidly easy to cut.

Half way between cutting the back brakes, the lights around the whole dock, and a couple of blocks, blacked out.
"Those fucking bastards cut out the lights. Smart. Carlo, call up the others if they're ok." Slugger commanded as he cut the last brake, skating out of the alley and back into the front of the docks, his eyes focused on his gang that for some reason assembled together without his command.
"The fuck are those idiots doing?" Slugger said to no-one in particular as he slowly approached them, only then just realizing the copius amounts of dead bodies and blood lying around the area, carefully avoiding them as his skates were stained with blood of the spaces in between as he got closer.
"Guys, what're you doing?" He said to them once he got closer, realizing that they were frozen in place, and their eyes were fixed on something on the ground, one of the kids raising an arm and pointing to it.
"Jack and George aren't picking up."
"Well then, fucking call again." He said it again before turning to his gang.
"Look, I know this looks bad but as long as we keep our distance from these assholes, we should be-"


"For fuck's sake who's-"
But then he stopped. The ringing wasn't coming off any of them. Slowly, he turned his head, his shoulders feeling as heavy as the fucking world could make it when he saw their bodies. Slugger used his phone as a light, from their rollarblades up. George had blood all over him, covering his every piece of clothing, neck freshly stabbed.
Jack was the exact same thing except by the time they reached his neck, there was no head attached, they only knew it was him by the skates he wore by his feet. Slugger hardly noticed most if not everyone running away behind him as he stood, absolutely dumbstruck, his every thought silenced and his soul blank.
"If you want to go Carlos. Just go." He said ever-so solemnly, still keeping the Slugger voice for the sake of reputation, to that one kid still there.
"What're you going to do?"

Slugger looked at him, his eyes full of sorrow yet void of tears, his brother taught him early on in life to never cry and to never let anyone see you cry. Instead, rage started to fill his veins like lava as he remembered Jack's last phone call. Nightingale and The Monster.

"I'm going to kill those fuckers." For when he turned around, blading towards the docks, this was true. Slugger didn't care about the money now, didn't care about self-preservation or safety, all he wanted to do now was to splatter their brains across the pavement for the murder of his dear friends.

He slipped in the back of the warehouse, staying in the shadows and watching for bodies not to fall over. Slugger got close enough to see the shape and sound everyone's favorite Mad Jester open the case they've been standing on and wearing what Slugger could only believe are night-vision goggles like the movies since he said to "go nocturnal." Just as the kid took cover behind a closer wall, he could hear those nine shots of the gun, and shook every time he heard it go off, hyperventilating near the end as Death Sigil challenged everyone in the room.
Slugger opened a flap in his pocket and took out his home-made flash-bang while keeping the cold metal bat on his face to calm him down for a couple of seconds before he got out of cover and whipped the flashbang at their group, closing his eyes and turning away to protect himself form the flash.

Apparently, while wearing night-vision goggles, flashbangs could really hurt the eyes even more so. It's the only conclusion Slugger could make as Death Sigil's gang were clutching their faces, shouting "Arghh My Eyes!" to the flash their goggles ever so amplified painfully. The kid rollarbladed to the crate, clutching a pair and quickly snapping it to his head, left hand frantically running over the sides until he found the on button. The green vision gave the kid more depth and he skated away, turning the corner and out of their field of vision, speeding through the warehouse at high speeds dodging a spinning fire disk from the window by ducking his head and blocking all bounds of logic from questioning it as he searched for the people responsible for killing his friends. His heart was beating like mad over the maneuver he had just done, partly in disbelief and relief, but he had to forget such things as he spotted both Captain Asshole and some other chick/hero. She didn't much the description of The Monster but if he had simply let them go, they were going to follow him.

In a flash, Slugger passed the two, and a rather sharp click of the pin leaving one of the grenades around the Captain's waist and around the middle finger of Slugger's left hand. If the warhouse wasn't dark and slowly going up in flames, he would have turned around, and flipped the middle finger for good measure but he had a mission.

Then he saw her. The Monster, in her gas mask and all. Slugger sped up as much as he could and just when the distance was right, he dipped the bent metal bat back, gripped it tightly with two hands and swung with both the strength his arms could muster and the speed he traveled, ready to strike a homerun with The Monster's head as the ball.


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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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Silver through on she night goggles and stayed on the side, if anyone needed help she would be there in a flash. But out of the side of her eye she saw a person speeding towards her, metal bat in hand and looking as if he wanted to knock her head off. But Silver was faster. She was always faster. She quickly ducked, dodging the blow and the person voomed right past her, but not before getting a swift kick in the stomach. Using her wire she flung in at the man, if wrapped tightly around his ankles, tying them together. Silver pulled hard making the person trip and smack their head on the ground and she took out her knife. The electrical waves were so strong you could see it bouncing on the blade as she pounced on the body, kicked the bat away and pinned down his legs and arms. She hovered the blade close to his neck but stopped.

"Your only a kid" she whispered more to herself then to the boy. Then Silver glanced at his hands and her eyes widened.
"Fuck!" she growled, seeing the grenade pin.
"Are you stupid or something? get out of here before you get hurt!" Silver snarled leaving the boy. Silver then rushed into action, swiftly running towards the only person she knew would have grenades. The Captain.

She could now she him and some girl but Silver just focused in on Cap's belt.
'There!' she thought once she saw the pulled grenade.
"Excuss me Cap but I'm going to need this" Silver said as she grabbed the grenade from him and ran out of the warehouse. She rushed over to the docks. Throwing the grenade into one of the speed boats Silver was thankful the keys were in it as she started it up and put it into gear. The boat raced off towards the open water and only a few moments later the grenade set off.

"Well if that wasnt movie worthy i dont know what is" Silver giggled to herself. She then rushed back into the warehouse.


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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain"
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Before the young woman could answer the two heroes were bathed in darkness as the power to the warehouse was cut. Cap instinctively turned around, scanning the darkness with eyes not yet adjusted to the absence of light. This wasn't good, whoever had killed the lights obviously was attempting to use the darkness to mask their movements. Night fighting was dangerous in the best of times but with so many highly trained individuals running around it was a recipe for disaster. He stepped closer to the young woman protectively, one hand on her shoulder.

"Stay close to me."

He warned as he tensed his jaw, waiting impatiently for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then the familiar bangs of grenades. The sound and resulting boom's didn't not have the crack that fragmentation grenades did nor the screams of wounded men that always accompanied it. The hissing he heard in the distance tipped the expierenced military man of their nature. "Smoke grenades... interesting" John thought to himself, wondering of the tactical significance of using smoke grenades in an already visually obscured battleground. Smoke grenades typically were used to mask movement through enemy territory or as signal flares when coupled with brightly colored dyes. In an urban setting like this they would serve well to mask someone's movements through enemy ranks but when they were already stumbling around in the darkness the only benefit they would be would be is the irratation they caused to the throat and eyes.

Before The Captain could consider this any further his patience was rewarded and then immediately betrayed. He had wanted light and he got it in the form of wild flame. Someone had tossed lit gasoline into the warehouse followed by a molotov cocktail.

"We have to move, now!"

Cap shouted as the warehouse became even more chaotic. He ushered the woman along with him, all the while using his own body and shield as a protective barrier from any of the dangers in the darkness and flame. The two raced out of the warehouse but were quickly halted as Cap skidded to a stop. He felt a sudden gust of wind and could've sworn someone had touched him. With a clenched fist ready to defend the girl with his life he scanned the maddeneing darkness for the unseen presence. What he found was the silver haired sniper that was supposed to be posted outside. She snatched one of the grenades off his belt and hurled it without pulling the pin. Cap was about to inform her that the grenade pin would need to be pulled before it could be detonated. As if to answer for her the grenade promptly exploded in the speed boat that it landed in. John stared in shock for a moment before reaching down to his belt. That's what he had felt! The bastard had pulled the pin off his grenade. They couldve both died right there.

"Well if that wasnt movie worthy I dont know what is"

The sniper giggled before racing off back into the warehouse. Cap stared after her in awe before voicing his thoughts.

"That woman just saved both of our lives, I'm going to have to shake her hand when this is done."

He spoke proudly with respect and gratitude in his voice. With that Cap turned to the young woman and gave her a firm nod.

"Let's get out of this building before it comes down."

That said Cap lead the young woman safely out of the burning warehouse and out into the night air. Clear of the hazordous smoke and fire Cap happened to catch the makings of a fight on the opposing rooftop. From this distance he was having trouble making out both combatants but one he was deffinately able to identify.


Never taken his eyes off his fellow hero Cap spoke to the young woman beside him.

"You going to be ok here miss? I'm not too keen on letting good men fight alone."

Cap said daringly, ready to take off and ascend the building to help the shadowy vigilante.


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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Everett Rudolph "Razor Blade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins
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Shortly after he had his goggles on, he saw a flash of light and searing pain. He ripped the device off of his face replacing it with his mask once again. It took about a minute for his eyes to fully recover, thankfully he had been wearing his contact lenses. The the green of the lense had absorbed a lot of the light since the light produced by the goggles is mostly green. A mere lucky coincidence he simply wore them because he liked the color green and neon eyes made him look other worldly. He still had a migraine headache so he struggled to regain his bearing all of his men had fainted from the severe pain. Setback after setback, the men who came here on business were huddled in the office of the warehouse. He opened the door and suggested that they should fight should they not wish to die. He didn't have to tell them twice, he tapped into his years of training in the dark. Closing his eyes and focusing on his hearing and sixth sence. He heard some commotion from a building near his current, he reached into a crate and pulled out two moltovs. This outta be fun, guess this will be more challenging than expected. He silently made his way to the un expecting heroes. He saw the man who proclaimed himself a captain and some masked girl who he did only recongnize. Then he heard an explosion and saw a silver haired girl with some mask on, three heroes huh? This would be impossible for anyone else, more of a challenge for Tim. The two moltovs will deal with them nicely, then I can wait for the girl to come to inspect their copses I can decapitate her then. But once again he heard more noises from the roof top this time. So how many have crashed this little party of mine? His matto was that it wasn't a party until at least twenty died, well it wasn't until now. He climbed up on the roof, he observed as the shadow and the birdie, as he called them,locked in fierce combat. "Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale but the shade as well, so glad yo two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl or ace didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first?" He cackled sadisticly drawing his katana glancing at the gleaming steel. He pointed the blade between them, he closed his eyes. "Einnie minne miny mow..."


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Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Silvia Albott
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Annie found herself being protected by a much larger man, whom she thought at first to be a guard and then she saw his uniform and it absolutely did not match the others. It was a red white and blue military looking costume that suited his frame perfectly and looked more like hers, heroic. She held onto him as he led her through the warehouse full of guns and guards. She couldn't fight well and basically was helpless at this man's side, especially since she could not use a gun or fire one well. She was trapped in a fire of ammo when suddenly he took her to a pile of crates and used his patriotic looking shield to cover the two of them from on coming bullets. She closed her eyes and did not like the intensity of being within so many peoples scopes, range, and in this chaos. Annie felt like she might start having an attack, but the man was doing a good job of protecting the two of them. She submissively followed all of his instructions.

Once the man had killed the guards, he asked her something but was cut off before a reply was made, when all the lights went out. The sounds of explosives filled the air around the warehouse and she knew that whereever there was bombs, there was fire. The element in which she hated most because water since she wasn't able to swim either.

She saw light again in the darkness of things, but it was in the form of flames. Captain told her to run and move and she followed him out of the danger zone. When they both were safely behind ta large piles of crates and supplies, he seemed to be distracted about something or someone. She looked up and saw the Nightingale about to fight two villains alone. She sighed and didn't know what she should do. She nodded as the Captain said that he needed to go help Nightingale.

Once the Captain had left she got up and sneakily followed him to the base of the building of which all the villains and heros were on the roof of. She saw a few guards start running to the building to get the hero's and she decided to come out of her stealth mode and start kicking some real ass.

The men shot at her but she managed to distract them long enough to where she was close enough to make them stop firing at her and run at her inside. This is where Annie proceeds to hit some in the back of the neck breaking a certain bone in the body, leaving them paralyzed. She felt a bullet graze her hip and she screamed looking down quickly to analyze the damage. It wasn't bad, but it might hurt and take a few days to heal. She took out her dagger and ran at the last guard who'd taken out a knife himself. She ran at him and him at her then before he could stab her she dropped to the ground and slid through his legs as she lifted up one leg and nailed the man where it truely hurts most. He tripped and landed on his stomach and Annie pounced on him and stabbed him in the spinal cord twisting the knife.

Annie stood up slowly and panted wildly, she went to the wall and managed to regain her breathe. She wondered what was happing on the roof, she just hoped that the Nightingale wouldn't kill her or recognize her...


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Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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The Captain had scaled the building where Nightengale battled alone against an unknown enemy. As the United States Army veteran reached the top of the building and he realized that the shadowy vigilante was not on the roof with one but two dangerous criminals. The new comer looked like something out of a Renaissance Faire complete with an armored face plate. Death Sigil was well known throughout the underground of Cormick City as a madman and a killer with strong connections to the mob. Feared by criminal and civilian alike, Death Sigil was a sadist devoid of morals or scruples and just the kind of man The Captain had no patience for.

As The Captain neared the top of the building he heard the ringing of a sword leaving a scabbard before Death Sigil spoke.

"Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale but the shade as well, so glad yo two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl or ace didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first? Einnie minne miny mow..."

The Captain mantled the roof and landed firmly with his shield up and his eyes locked on the mad man in the armored mask.

"You can stop looking, your opponent is right here Death Sigil."

The Captain said in open challenge to the wicked man brandishing the katana and the murderous glint in his yes. Without taking his eyes off Death Sigil Cap greeted his fellow justice seeker.

"Nightengale, I've heard about the good work you've done, it's an honor. I'm the Captain and I'm your reinforcements for the evening."

Cap risked a cursory glance at Nightengale's opponent to judge how the hero had been fairing in his bout. A curvaceous woman donned all in black with a mask that covered her mouth. Her appearance screamed assassin and those ominous blood red eyes only added to her mystique. She appeared to be unharmed aside from the way she was favoring her wrist, no doubt in her scuffle with Nightengale so far. She was lucky to still be breathing, from Nightengale's reputation he was not one to leave enemies alive for long.

Returning his focus back to Death Sigil he clenched his fist and readied his shield.

"There's only one way to deal with a maniac like you."

With that The Captain charged Death Sigil, his right hand clenched. He barreled right at the armored man, shield up and protecting him in his charge. He closed the gap in seconds and dove at him with a powerful right hand aimed for his jaw. The force of the blow would knock the man senseless should it connect.


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Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: Oliver James "Maestro" Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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Annie was suddenly frightened and startled when a tall slender man in an elegant looking outfit cooed at her creepily. She shuddered and noticed he threw something at her, she screamed and dove to the side doing a somersault and landing on her feet in a crouching position. She quickly got up and ran a few yards out of the flames reach and heard a crash and boom as it burst into flames on impact. Annie looked up at the seemingly insane man and knew he wasnt with the deal that was going down, he was a villain. In fact, annie had overheard rumors on the streets of a madman artist that paired scenes on the walls ground and any surface with the blood of his victims after he has disposed of them properly. She shuddered and glanced up hoping the captain or Nightingale came to help her since if this man was stronger than her then she might be his next art project. He asked her if they could have some fun as well. But all annie replied with was a small and polite, "Ladies do not start fights..." she smirked Shyly. "but they can finish them." she charged at the man and faked him out by going from the left to the right and under his arm to around his back. She jabbed him with the tips of her fingers into the side of his back then in the middle on his spine in the lower back region. She managed to only be able to get to the painful pressure points and not the most effective ones like around the neck and elbow. She let out a yelp however as she felt the man's knife cut her skin on the top of her forearm And near her collarbone as she ran off into the warehouse where it stored large crates that looked to hold furniture. She ran inside and looked up at the ceiling she could see the heros and villains on the roof fighting through the windows and she quickly climbed up on a mountain of crates to the window, where she touched the glass. She waited at the top and shivered panting heavily. She started to hyperventilate and panic a bit when she felt the tightening of her lungs and the constriction of air going into her and out.


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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Everett Rudolph "Razor Blade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger"
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"Shade darling to be a good little girl and go make the captain feel at home, he is so alone you see." He waved of the girl without a second glance, he had a bone to pick with the Nightingale. "I have to say you do like shaking up the pot don't you...and killing. It seems we have a problem my thing is that I'm crazy as fuck and everyone fears me, but it's as if you are trying to outdo me. A man has to ask himself when does justice turn into crime." He randomly swiped at the air with one hand on his sword sloppily and jokingly. He knew to respect his weapon, or at least Tim did. "How about this no guns this rounds, you seem to be knightly enough. Death sigil tossed the English hand-and-a-half sword his way turning his back to his opponent briefly. He collected himself he called upon his knowledge and skill. While Krav Maga is a death art JSA is equally so especially for one who started at age ten. It would be a snap to kill an unarmed opponent but his sensei had ingrained respect into his pupil. He bowed at his opponent, and began an advanced kato from a unique style. Word on the street was that he nightingale knew how to use a sword to so a common kato could be read easily. "Mind if I clip your wings little birdie?" He let loose an insane laugh as the heat rippled the air around them and the warehouse below them began to slowly give way. This would be a great little exercise.