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Zackary Hannibal Kane

"Some men just want to watch the world burn."

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a character in “Gravemakers n' Gunslingers”, as played by Seraph

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(M)Hannibal, (F)Zackary, (L)Kane


"Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral, to make sure that I stay dead. Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral, to make sure that I stay dead. You can't take this from me--forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell. You can't take this from me--forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell."




::Age:: 32

::Job Description:: What? You mean there's more to being completely fucking crazy? Alright then. Cain's "job" is simple, well, no not really. He goes into mutant,zombie infested regions and looks for artifacts of value to the companies that provide him with his gear. They pick a spot for him to investigate to look for goods and items, preferably one crawling with all sorts of nasty things and they tell him real kindly like (With a gun to his head, but he's nuts to begin with so its pointless), to go there and salvage anything of worth for them.

::Nicknames:: He prefers to be called Cain/Kane, however, if are to spell it out you had best make damn sure you spell it "Cain". If not, he will cut your fingers off and make you eat them like chicken fingers. This is from his liking the Bible, and the character Cain--the first man to commit murder.

::Height::6ft 4in

::Weight:: 207 lbs.

    ::Hair Color::White

  • ::Facial Hair:: White

::Eye Color:: Red

::General Description:: Most don't get a good of look at Cain before he puts a bullet in them. But those fortunate enough, are disturbed to see that his skin is almost sickly pallid, his complexion a smooth, pale color like the dead. And yet, his eyes like a true albino are startling red like the color of fresh blood running, but more so the lighter shade than the deeper black cherry kind. Its true, he was born with a defect of melanin production that results in little or no color (pigment) in the skin, and hair.

Some say its because that whatever God existed at the time, knew the monster he wold later come to be and cursed him from the light of day. At least until he found his way into an armored suit and then, hell hath no fury like him. He is toned and limber, not bulky with muscle. Though, equivalent to a triathlon athlete due to the sheer weight of the armor he has used and grown accustomed to, its unsurprising, just how surprisingly strong and resilient he has come to be. While he would win no Mr. Universe contest even there was one, he can tote nearly two-hundred pounds around with seemingly no problem. That is not to say he will never tire, but a feat in and of itself.

Those that have seen him stripped of his heavy armored plating, have seen the shocking mutilations done to him. Scars that, are elongated across one part of his body or another. These are due to several reasons, most of which are damage he's sustained of the duration of his eye-opening longevity in such a hostile environment. The others are a combined effort of his own psychological addiction to pain, rather physically manifested, emotionally transferred or mentally projected. This means he is plain as day fucking crazy. Nevertheless, he is truly and extraordinarily competent at what he does: Kill things.

::Tendencies:: As stated prior, he has psychological manifestations of psychosis. This can evolve into anything; from carving a line into his own arm, torturing another human being to the extent that their own mind in turn breaks or they die from severe trauma--not necessarily from bleeding either. In recorded instances, where, a man aggravated his psychotic tendencies that he impaled the man's hand to the table, broke the man's other arm and then proceeded to castrate him on the spot without the use of pain medications even as crude as alcohol.

::Habits:: Cain has an ancient pocket watch. While its value in gold alone makes it a prized commodity its use as a watch, has been in question. While he uses it to tell time, no on is for sure what time he is referring to, and the fact that know one knows if the hands of the clock are actually moving. No one knows where he received this trinket from, just that he won't let any one touch it and vary rarely lets anyone see it.

Another, and very amazing fact is--that he can read. Occasionally, he partakes in this lost art form in reading a particularly profound work called the "Holy Bible" which he can recite lines from, and often does right before killing someone. Though, the Bible has not been the only book he has ever read.

::Belongings:: Holy Bible (NKJV), Pocket-watch (gold)

::Personality:: There's a lot more to Cain than simply killing things. But sadly, or perhaps graciously--no one has lived long enough around him to see that other side. What is seen is blatantly evident. A propensity of violence that will have even the toughest looking man begging for o'l ma to come on home. He's not friendly, though if you try to laugh with him, or worse yet laugh AT him anyone but the poor soul that's done gone and wronged him, can see that , that moment of brevity where he smiles and nods his head--is the hands of a clock ticking away the man's life.

Cain is a lot like that thunderstorm, you remember those right? That moment that tense seems to last for ages, before the world is split in to two halves. The dark and the light. Well, he is the lighting bolt that if it hits you, you'll know it. Because once it does, your world and everything in it will be burning down because you'll be dead. He is a force of nature, many do not understand until he sets them on the right path--straight into grave if that. Most think the stores own you, maybe they do. But the recompense for Cain is only your life he won't settle for less. He can't be bought, can't be reconciled with.

However, if you have business to conduct and you don't mind the idea of having to watch your back around him--then he's your man. He acts more like an animal than a human being, but he's plenty smart, smarter than most will ever take him for. Most folks think he's a brute, a savage. Aye, he can be both of those things. But he's said plenty of times. "There's crazy, and there's stupid, then there's stupidly crazy. Guess which on you are?"

::History:: A lot of Cain's history is concealed in doubt and in rumors. One might say its idle men's chatter to pass the time but one thing is for certain--Not much is known as to what hole he might have crawled out of. Just simply, that is vastly different than most folk. Most just steer clear of him, regardless of rather they can see his obvious 'exceptions' or not. He just has air about him that puts most people on edge. Like they come prepared for him to do something, in which case, he most usually does. Some lingering legends say, that he's the illegitimate offspring of one of the more well off people in these parts. That's what some would say. Then again, others, and a strong few would disagree. These people say he's the rotten bastard child of a nameless gal and a mutant that raped her. He's quiet. He's violent, and he's bloodthirsty. I think most are starting to believe it themselves that he's one of them strange folk. You can see it in them red eyes of his without his saying a word, you can see him scheming on killing someone else.


::Equipment::


::Head::
Zanzabarbarian Outfitters-

    ::Ballistic MICH Helmet-::
  • Construction: Plain weave aramid in a high tensile elongation resin
  • Coating: Epoxy and polyurethane shell coatings
  • Weight: 2.7 lbs

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    ::Neoprene Face Mask - Skull::
  • Wind & water resistant neoprene
  • Adjustable hook & loop closure
  • Ideal for use under helmets & goggles
  • Reversible to solid black

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DESERT LOCUST Goggles-Black
  • High-impact protection. Widest field-of-view and optically correct goggle lens provide unprecedented visual clarity.
  • High performance OcuMax™ coating provides superior protection against fogging and scratching.
  • Top and lateral forced air vents provide constant airflow while filtration media prevents small particle entry.
  • Interchangeable lenses for various light conditions - Clear and Smoke
  • Polycarbonate lenses offer 100% protection from UV-A, UV-B and UV-C rays.
  • Pliable frame material and strapping system seals to face comfortably.
  • Low profile design ensures compatibility with helmet, weapon sights, binoculars and night-vision systems.

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[*]::Shemaghs-Self-made::
Made of soft 100% cotton, these lightweight Middle Eastern desert headwraps are ideal for keeping sun, wind, and sand out of eyes and face. Shemaghs have been worn for centuries. He and others have found, they have other field advantages too. Not only is it a headdress, but it is a comfy sweat mop, dust wiper and field towel when needed. Measures approximately 44" x 44".

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    ::Body::
    Zanzabarbarian Outfitters-

    ::Vests:: The cut-away vest that Cain uses was formally called a Blackhawk Cut-away-vest level IIIA. It also has a groin protector, and a ballistic collar both are also IIIA. That's right, he's a walking tank that's fucking crazy!

    • Same basic concept of Zanzabarbarian armories; heavy to lift, heavy to carry but damn near stops just about anything. Upgraded with MOLLE webbing system. 12" Ceramic plating 'bulks' up the appearance while Cain has done away with all the 'spikes' and other protrusions.
    • Interior Lined 3-D Mesh for cool comfortable positive air flow
    • Non Slip HawkTex Material on shoulders for butt-stock stability
    • Secure release strap has a round handle that is secured inside a protective band of nylon on the front panel shoulder
    • Adjustable waist and shoulder system for girth and torso length for tailored fit
    • Full outer vest area usage for any MOLLE pouch configurations
    • Rifle Plate Pockets Front & Back
    • Heavy Duty Drag Handle
    • Easily add our Side Rifle Plate Pockets on the inside of the side cummerbund for a very streamlined rig.
    • He also ingeniously integrated a hands-free hydration system with a 3.1L OMEGA Water Beast reservoir with HydroGuard, low profile insulated hydration delivery tube, hydration valve with gas mask compatible Hydrolink adapter and reinforced rescue drag handle attached to the back panel . 9.74 lbs (full reservoir). This means he can stay out in arid areas much longer than most operators can normally.

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      ::Hands::
      ::Gloves::
    • Faded yellow and tan
    • Made of Goatskin Leather
    • Nomex throughout finger and back of hand for flame/flash protection
    • Double-layer of reinforcement leather on palm and knuckle
    • Padded palm and back of fingers
    • Hard shell knuckle protection
    • Adjustable cuff for secure fit

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    ::Survival Bracelet-Self made::
      Another ingenious example of Caine's adaptability is constructed and woven from paracord, the lines from parachutes that were deployed whenever infantry or airborne units were deployed to slow their decent. Made mostly with 550lbs of pull force, these bands could prove life saving in dire situations when unbound to a knowledgeable survival expert like Caine. Some of the things that a paracord bracelet can do are help set up your shelter in the badlands, bind a perceived threat, use it as fishing line and even something simple as use it as a boot string if yours was to become damaged.
    • 9" long, 3/4" width, constructed of military grade 550 cord (paracord), 3/8" Black side release buckle

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    Zanzabarbarian Outfitters-
    ::MOLLE(Modular Lightweight Load-carrying Equipment) Triple Kangaroo Mag Pouch 2x (Strapped across his chest)::
    • Holds three M4/M16 mag pouch.
    • Holds three pistol mag pouch in the front, with adjustable Hook & Loop flap.
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      ::MOLLE Drop Leg Rig(Either leg)::
    • Fits any MOLLE Pouch
    • Tactical Cordura
    • Adjustable leg straps
    • MOLLE attachment system
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        ::Desert Boots::

      • Vibram Multisport oil resistant TC4+ compound outsole has large, open lugs for traversing debris and provides excellent traction on irregular surfaces
      • Long-wearing, water-friendly PU midsole
      • Steel shank for unsurpassed support especially when under the load of a full pack
      • Ortholite Custom Molded Footbed
      • Washable, Anti-Microbial
      • Unique open cell structure enables air to travel through and around the insole creating a cooler environment inside the shoe.
      • OrthoLite foams offer up to 95-100% breathability for maximum ventilation in and around the foot
      • Dri-Lex inner lining wicks away moisture and dries quickly for maximum comfort
        Cordura and high-abrasion suede upper for rugged durability. Cordura panels breathe for comfort and help to reduce weight
      • 2" ankle support webbing enhances stability
      • Durable, rubberized toe and heel reinforcements provide unsurpassed abrasion and scuff resistance, especially when in a prone position or kicking objects
      • Fully gusseted tongue prevents debris from entering boot
      • Smooth pulling tunnel eyelets for an even draw when tightening laces


      ::MOLLE (Pistol) Ambidextrous Holster:: The Ambidextrous Holster has a modular design for left or right hand use. It has a retention system with a secondary elastic cord to secure the pistol. It comes with two removable MOLLE straps and one single pistol mag pouch.

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      ::MOLLE Shotgun Scabbard:: The Shotgun Scabbard is fully padded to protect your shotgun and features MOLLE webbing on both sides for attachments or ambidextrous use.

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    • Designed for shoulder carry or modular mounting
    • Webbing on both sides with detachable attachment straps for ambidextrous usage
    • Four D-ring locations for attaching the shoulder sling to accommodate users' preference
    • Removable retention strap with side-release buckle
    • Padding around the whole scabbard to protect your shotgun
    • Grommet for drainage
    • Can hold Remington 870’s, Benelli or Mossberg 590. 29" overall length. Weighs .34 lbs.

::Weapons::


Rifles, barrels, magazines and ammunition are from Commando Capcacity.
Attachments and explosives are from Zanzabarbarian Artillery.
All miscellaneous items are found items that have no value to the stores.

::XM8::

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Specifications


Variants Compact PDW (personal defense weapon) with a 9.5-inch (241 mm) barrel, a carbine with a 12.5-inch (318 mm) barrel, a sniper and automatic rifle variant, both with 20-inch (508 mm) barrels. Cain carries all three barrels around on him, one in the gun and two his persons.
Weight 7.5 lb (3.4 kg)
Length 33 in (838 mm)
Barrel length 12.5 inches (318 mm)
Cartridge 5.56x45mm NATO
Action Gas-operated, rotating bolt
Rate of fire 750 rounds/min
Muzzle velocity approx. 900 m/s, Automatic Rifle / Designated Marksmen: heavy 20 in (508 mm) barrel, integrated folding bipod; muzzle velocity 916 m/s (3,005 ft/s)s
Feed system 30-round detachable box magazine, AR/ DMR: 100-round C-Mag drum magazine
Sights Unmagnified reflex sight (4x for DMR variant)

The materials used to build the XM8 are almost entirely composites — with the notable exception of the cold hammer forged steel barrel. Preliminary tests in desert and Arctic conditions have shown XM8 to be a rugged weapon, though some complaints arose. It is reported to be capable of firing 15,000 rounds without cleaning or lubrication and up to 20,000 rounds before barrel replacement. In contrast, the M16A2 needs to be cleaned often, and has a barrel life of approximately 7,000–8,000 rounds.

The XM8 is a selective fire 5.56mm assault rifle, firing from a closed rotary bolt. Its design and functioning is similar to that of the Heckler & Koch G36 assault rifle, of which it is a derivative. The XM8 was also more reliable. Unlike the existing M4 and M16, the XM8 did not introduce propellant gases and the associated carbon fouling back into the weapon's receiver during firing. This greatly increased the reliability of the XM8, and it reduced cleaning time by as much as 70 percent.

This improved reliability could be credited to differences in the XM8's operating system from the one in the M16. For instance, a thin gas tube runs almost the entire length of the barrel in all of the M16 variants. When the weapon is fired, the gases travel back down the tube into the chamber and push the bolt back to eject the shell casing and chamber a new round. The XM8's gas system instead is connected to a mechanical operating rod, which pushes back the bolt to eject the casing and chamber the new round each time the weapon is fired. As a result there is no carbon residue constantly being blown back into the chamber, reducing the time needed to clean the weapon up to 70 percent and an overall reduction in how often the weapon had to be cleaned. With the piston system one would not get gases blowing back into the chamber that have contaminates in them. The XM8 also has a much tighter seal between the bolt and the ejection port, which would cut down on the amount of debris that can blow into the weapon when the ejection port's dust cover is open.

::Accessories::


::Rail system:: Due to the nature of the weapon, the XM8 abandons the standard MIL-STD-1913, for attachment of weapon accessories, in favor of a new standard referred to as PCAP (Picatinny Combat Attachment Points), small oval holes on the forward grip.PCAP is not backwards compatible with currently fielded attachments that use MIL-STD-1913 rails without using an adapter. The benefit of PCAP, however, is the precision of the accessory's connection with the body of the weapon; accessories utilizing MIL-STD-1913 rails often need adjustment if they are removed and reattached. Additionally, most standard accessory functionality is built-in to the XM8. Where functionality was missing.

The M4 carbine barrel is 14.5 inches (368 mm) and the XM8 barrel is 12.5 inches (318 mm) but the rifles have the same overall length. Although a shorter barrel generally results in lower muzzle velocity, Polygonal rifling partially compensates from the loss of velocity from a shorter barrel. An electronic round counter was proposed for the XM8. The system would have tracked the number of rounds fired and the date and time of each shot. Other features included completely ambidextrous controls and an integrated red dot/3x optical zoom scope (can be changed to a red dot/1x sight). However the designated marksman configuration used a 3.5x magnification scope.

::M320::It has a single shot, 40mm M320 grenade launcher under-mounted. The M320 was developed from but was not identical to the Heckler & Koch AG36, a key distinguishing feature being the addition of a folding fore-grip ahead of the trigger for use when the weapon was in stand-alone configuration, a feature the AG36 lacked.

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::Remington 870 MCS (Modular Combat Shotgun)::

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Specifications


Weight 7.0 lb (3.2 kg) to 8.0 lb (3.6 kg)
Length 37.25 in (946 mm) to 50.5 in (1,280 mm)
Barrel length 18 in (460 mm) to 30 in (760 mm)
Cartridge 12 gauge, 16 gauge, 20 gauge, 28 gauge, or .410 bore
Action Pump-action
Feed system 3- to 8-round internal tube magazine
Sights Bead, twin bead, adjustable open sights, or ghost ring (all iron sights). Also cantilever and receiver-mounts for scopes

* When just kicking the door in just isn't enough, you have to blow that sumbitch down!

The Model 870 Police Breacher System is designed to meet the needs tactical entry personnel. Based on the durable Model 870, it is designed to fire any 12 gauge 2 ¾” and 3” load, including standard shotshell, buckshot and breaching rounds. This complete system includes a Parkerized finish, 11.5” barrel and a stand-off with rebar grooves. For efficient transition between loads, a Velcro side saddle is provided, as well as a retention holster and button sling attachment.

::Glock 21 SF:: Features .45ACP semi-automatic action, with 13-rounds per capacity. His chosen side arm, until he finds one better.

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::Close Quarters Combat Tomahawk:: Rather than have a knife, Cain has an axe. Go figure. In times where his guns just aren't doing the the job, or getting the message across he turns to this brutal but effective utensil of damaging proportions. Provided by Commando Capacity.

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  • ::Magpul:: When installed on the base of a rifle or subgun magazine, the Magpul provides unsurpassed speed and controllability during high stress, tactical magazine changes. Made with a durable thermoplastic loop and recessed rough gripping surface for quick and easy installation and removal.

    Installs on the base of a rifle or sub-gun magazine provides unsurpassed speed and controllability during high stress, tactical magazine changes made with a durable thermoplastic loop and recessed rough gripping surface quick and easy installation and removal.

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  • ::Lights: Rescue Light:: While featuring a powerful, tough, durable and fully waterproof design intended for harsh outdoor conditions and operating on two CR123A Lithium batteries or one 18650 Li-Ion battery, the multilevel dimmer function makes a perfect combination of extreme brightness and ultra long run-time. Despite these measures, he uses this light sparingly as the batteries are extremely difficult to find.

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  • ::Knee & Elbow Pads:: feature a hardened black rubber cap that allows the user to grip the surface without sliding. This cap also protects your knees during long movements with heavy loads and during Close Quarter Battle. It is secured to the body with subdued brass grommets. The body of the pad is made with DuPont Cordura Nylon for toughness.

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  • ::Shotgun Shell Sling:: Fully adjustable sling can carry up to 15 shotgun shells. Attaches to standard swivel sling mounts.

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  • :: SureShell Carrier For Remington 870:: Solid steel brackets that wrap around the top of the shotgun receiver. The factory trigger pins are replaced by internally thread steel pins, to which both sides of the saddle rail are securely bolted. It has an eight-shot shotshell carrier yoke on the left side of the receiver.

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So begins...

Zackary Hannibal Kane's Story

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The sun was falling fast. The ominous glow of dusk settled in as Aether's eyes shot open. The first thing that came into view was Alma, curled up next to him. He forced a half smile, patting her side. She shot up defensively. Realizing it had only been him, the large lizard calmed and nudged him with her nose. Nodding, Aether slowly rose to his feet. About halfway up, he winced in pain, his hand shooting to his chest. "Must have some broken ribs," he chuckled. It didn't help with the pain. "Nothing I can do about it right now," he added as he stood the rest of the way up.

Looking around him, he realized how much damage he had just caused. "No wonder I passed out," he said in slight awe of himself. Something felt off to the young man. And he noticed that the glow beneath his eye didn't seem to be as bright as before. "Suppose I should start by working on some armor." He bent low, touching the ground with his hands. Bit's of earth slowly crept up his arms, beneath his thobe. Eventually his body was once again covered by stone armor. His head, hands and feet free. Before he could begin hardening it, he felt a sudden rush of fatigue and dropped to the ground. Alma jumped in response and nudged him once more.

Sighing, Aether came to a realization. "Haester must have been boosting my abilities. Now that I'm an enemy, he stopped." Clenching his fists, Aether rose back to his feet. "Suppose I'll have to improvise for a weapon...just in case." Using the stone that covered his arms and legs, he formed a short blade. Since he had already used this bit of stone before it took considerably less energy to reshape it. He gave the blade a few twirls in his right hand before returning his focus to his chest. The armor began to harden. A few moments later, he let up, not wanting to drain too much energy. It wasn't as hard as he would like and may only be good for stopping a light handgun at close range.

With a shrug, Aether whistled, motioning for Alma to start moving, but Aether almost immediately halted. He thought he felt the ground weakening, almost as if it were hollow beneath him. He shook his head, dismissing the thought. Stabbing his blade into the ground, he pulled up his knapsack, his left arm shooting inside to search for what little food he had. He stopped when his foot hit something. Looking down, he recognized his water skin. "Can't forget that," he said, reaching for it. Placing it in his bag, he retrieved a bit of sandskidder meat. It was only a couple days old, but he had salted it so that it would last just a little longer. Unwrapping it, he smiled. It was one of his favorite things to eat.

Aether devoured the chunk of meat quickly, feeling far better than before. His hand went back into his bag as he began to walk again. He pulled out a metal cigar case. Opening it, he retrieved a blunt cigar. Placing one end in his mouth, he returned the case to his bag and pulled out his flask. He stared at the name scrawled on the front. His family's name. His thoughts went to Haester. Dismissing his thought, he brought a finger to the tip of his cigar. A small flame appeared, igniting the end. He shook his hand as if he had a match or lighter. As he puffed his cigar, his hands opened the flask, and the smell of strong whiskey his Aether's nose. Smiling, he removed the cigar from his mouth and raised his drink. "To the future death of that bastard, Haester," he said with renewed vigor. Bringing his flask to his lips, he emptied it. Shaking his head he shouted, "Whoo! That's what I'm talkin' about!" Alma stood at his side, motionless the entire time, with quick glances here and there.

Placing the flask back in his bag, Aether threw it over his shoulder and took a drag his cigar. "Alright, Alma. Let's find us a town or something," He said as he began to walk again, pulling his sword from the earth. "Has to be one somewhere around here." Looking up, he spotted a tall building he may be able to use to look for one in the area. "There's our destination, girl." He patted his companion on her side and she bent down, so that Aether could hop aboard. Swinging his leg over the beast, he took another drag as she stood back up. "Let's go," he said lightly kicking her sides. She started at a bit of a trot. A few steps later, and the ground rumbled, bringing Alma to a complete stop. Aether kicked her sides again and she started moving a little faster than before. Almost immediately, the ground beneath her feet gave in.

Aether hit some solid surface. It hadn't been a long fall, but it was enough to hurt his already broken ribs, and so, he let out a cry of pain. "Fuck!" He shouted as the dust settled. He rose to his feet looking up at the hole. Alma lay on the ground a few feet away, covered in dust and some rocks. "That shockwave earlier must have weakened the ground. You would be able to get out of here, ya damn lizard. Can't say the same for me, though." Alma stood back up, shaking the dust off. Shaking his head, Aether continued, "Whatever. Let's try to find a way out of here, girl." To his left, Aether could see his blade, snapped in half. Picking the pieces up, he mended it without using to much energy. Once again the lizard bent down, and once again Aether mounted her.

Aether's cigar seemed to have landed beneath the rubble. "Great. Pretty sure that's a bad sign," he stated. With another kick, Alma began to walk. Once they were too far from the hole to get any light from it, Aether produced a flame in his right hand, using it as a torch. Looking around, he realized that they had fallen into the old sewer system. It had run dry after so many years without being used. The two went on for a while, finding it hard to keep an idea of time. It was most definitely dark by now.

Eventually, Aether began hearing strange sounds in the distance. Readying his blade Aether and Alma pressed on. The sounds only came every so often, a click here, or a chatter there. After a while, Aether could see starlight in the distance. At this point, he hopped off of his friend and took the lead, sword raised in his right hand. As he got closer, he allowed the flame to dissipate. As he got closer to the hole, he felt the familiar rush of light radiation hitting him. He had only experienced it once on a salvage mission with Haester when he was still young, but the feeling had stuck with him.

When Aether reached the edge, there were two things he took note of. One, he finally found a possible way out. And two, there was deep hole in front of him. Looking back up, he saw some sort of rope that went from the edge of the hole and descended into the darkness below. A moment later, the rope fell, startling Aether. Curiosity overcame him. Producing a head sized ball of flames, he tossed it into the abyss, allowing it to fall slowly, rather than at a normal rate. Some sounds were heard from below. A few clicks and some chitters here and there. As the light lowered, some figures came into view. Some grotesque humanoids could be seen. One form stood out. It looked like a large man. The mutant forms began to shift, seeming irritated. Quickly, Aether snuffed out the flame, hoping that he hadn't just pissed something off.

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#, as written by Seraph
Cain ran and leaped out towards the center of the depository, falling the remaining twenty or so feet down landing with 'thud' that sounded like a jackhammer strike. It was due to the immensity of the armor he bore, and wore around on a day-to-day basis. It was extremely heavy, most could even pick it up let alone wear it everyday like a t-shirt. Two-hundred pounds alone. That was not with all the added equipment attached to it, the guns, the ammunition and the supplies. This was a strong point for the people in Roram to contest that the "Albino" was in-fact a mutant living among them. This brought most disgust, but also a fear. But unlike the simple fear from a man with a gun--Cain provided an added threat. They didn't know what he could do, let alone prove without a doubt he was. But he never yet denied the allegations.

In fact, he was indeed a hybrid. But the mutations were constantly growing. The reason for his extraordinary strength, comparable to a silverback gorilla--enabling him to easily break, squeeze, tear off and move incredibly heavy objects. The cause of this mutation? The hyper condensed muscles in his arms and legs. Nearly four times as hard as a humans would be of a comparable growth. This meant that while he certainly didn't look any bigger or stronger--he was actually both. This highly dense bundle of musculature that has attached to an equally impressive hardened skeletal frame allowed him to be six times the strength of any normal, every day man.

This was a frightening concept to be sure. An entirely overpowering humanoid that could not only shoot a gun--but could literally crush a man's skull terrified the locales. The fact that he could see in the dark--although they were never truly aware of just how well-- it nevertheless, unnerved them to see his feats in complete darkness. Simply his acuity with the senses themselves; on several occasions mobs had tried to essentially ambush Caine, only to find that his animal-like tendencies and natural gifts made him very astute. He could smell them even though they didn't have a particularly pungent aroma--none that a normal human could smell. He also has surround sound hearing, meaning he can flex the small bones in his ears to accurately tune in to hear even a heart beating.

Even his mouth could relay things like temperature differences, sensing from both sides of the head and following trails based on chemical cues is called tropotaxis. His teeth's dentin and enamel had super hardened and even though they looked like a humans teeth s till, there were serrated ridges, like small steak knives even on his molars. This made flesh a prime target over anything else. Human. Animal. Mutant. Flesh was flesh to him. His jaw was unlike a humans as well. It was designed more like a Rottweilers, in the function that it could essentially "lock" into place. But this had a devastating effect to whatever he had a hold of in his mouth. Snapping his jaws shut, he had a bite force enough to snap the femur of a human leg.

He did have several drawbacks. One being a true albino, he could not endure the sunlight on his bare skin, it was why when he was younger he dwelt within the slums of shanty towns like Roram and lived inside the ruins like this city like a ghost. It provided much needed shelter from the sun's UV rays. While not nearly as potent as it formally was due to the nuclear winter from the fallout of the war--to him as an Albino, it was very similar to turning an arc welder loose on human flesh. The effects can speak for themselves. Large, painful blisters that can quickly go from some the size of a dime, to covering his whole backside in several cases that left disfiguring scars.

Another was his mutation itself. While being highly adaptive its progressive effects could be decisively seen all over his body. In the scars that littered it. He would begin to mutate secondary limbs or some other extra appendage and he simply, cut it off. Though make no mistake, he bled heavily, and the pain was excruciating. It was a source of severe contempt and disdain for Cain. Moreover, if he allowed it to progress past the initial stages of growth there was no telling what the effects would be. For Cain, it would feel like he would be lost in a conglomeration of grotesque, abhorrent mutations.

A ball of flame plummeted past him as he fell twenty to the tracks of the subway, once he had landed he slowly rose to an upright standing position. If not for his goggles, Cain would surely be wincing from the flames that were near by. His head drifted up to a ledge where--to his eyes-- he could make out a humanoid shaped figure standing there. When the winged creatures began to react--hissing at the focal point of light--the fire went out.

Magic users never equaled anything good. This one had alerted the guardians of the nest. These weren't winged creatures, but tall--perhaps seven or eight feet in height. They had two extra limbs, like arms but the didn't have hands on them. No, instead, these limbs ended in long, thick spikes that could perforate steel. Real welcoming guys they were. They were incredibly strong, even stronger than Cain was himself. They could scale walls very quickly using their double-jointed arms and defensive weaponry. Their talon-tipped feet, being heavily contaminated with fecal matter could cause severe sepsis.

But they did something that annoyed Cain. It was sort of a pet peeve. They spat. Their spitting irked him. However, it served a mechanical function. Anything that they digested, came up as a mucous web based mater that was sticky and viscous. It sickened him. He would kill them when he came across them, if for nothing else but because of what they did got under his skin. He stared out seemingly into a void, but he could see them crawling on all fours like beasts of burdening.

He waited for them to come. The residual shock-wave vibrating their 'webbing', the thick coat of mucous that encapsulated this dismal hole in the ground. He took off his XM8, un-slinging it from around his neck and shoulder. It would draw too much attention. He set it down slowly, in the the muck and grime. He would clean it later. Several times. But for now, for the task he had at hand he unsnapped his shotgun and withdrew it. His fingers, in an almost rehearsed manner indexed several--questionable shotgun rounds and cycled them into the slide while remaining on point with the stock pressed firmly against one shoulder.

The rounds he was loading into the barrel so effortlessly, were fléchettes. These dart-shaped tungsten carbide projectiles were thirty in number--per shotgun shell. While it had a charge to propel the projectiles forwards with extreme, the resulting firing would only create a very loud 'crack' and not result with a muzzle flash. The fléchettes themselves were denser than steel. They could punch through soft body armor with ease. They were banned in the past for being "inhumane". He stalked forwards, gripping the forearm of the shotgun while pinning the stock tightly against his shoulder.

Cain moved forwards, walking towards these terrors with a calm dispassion, his eyes looking straight ahead. The blood was pumping heavily through out his body. He was excited. He was exhilarated. He drew the forearm to, cocking the first round into the chamber. Inside of his chest, beneath layers of armored plating, beyond the taut muscle that clothed his skeletal frame--beat the heart of a true killer. A fearless machine with nerves of ice, and determination that was predictably stubborn.

The first in a grouping of three stood upright and threw its arms back, releasing a extraordinarily high-pitched scream that resonated through the chamber. Cain instantly lifted the 12 gauge rifle to point at the broadness of its chest. A perfect target. He squeezed the trigger. A loud 'pop' resounded but hardly any muzzle flash. In that instant, thirty tungsten carbide darts exploded from the barrel. The punctured, not only the monster in front of him, but the spread caught the second in the eye-less facade skull. The dart mangled the connective tissues of its brain. Bouncing around as a frangible like a pin ball, dropping it immediately, and the third in the leg. The chest shot to the first didn't kill it, but did substantial flesh and muscle tissue damage.

The creature lurched forwards with one of its defensive arms striking out, while it leaned forwards exerting pressure. Cain avoided the sharpened claw, side stepping and pivoting around, ducking under the extended arm cocking the rifle again dispelling the cartridge from the guns port and loading the next chambered round. But rather than expend another round of the frangible munition, he slung the rifle behind him and unlatched his tomahawk. The curved and deadly tempered steel bladed was honed. Gripping the axe handle he rushed the creature's face which snapped its jaws at him.

Saliva dripped from its open mouth as it bit at him trying to recover the limb it had embedded in the ground in its haste to quickly kill him. Using the backwards curving hook atop the axe head, pierced the fleshy underside of its jaw in between the bones and before the throat. It whined, and thrashed as it suddenly recognized the severity of the pain. Pressing a boot to the creature's chest, he had gotten an alarming amount of leverage. Gripping the single handed axe with both hands, he twisted and pulled the creature's jaw away from its own structurally sound mechanics. The flesh tore in a gruesome, barbaric display of which Cain was grinning psychotically as he felt the creatures blood flowing and with it--its heart beat.

The lower palette tore away from the remainder of the creature's countenance. The bones began to splinter and break apart. He could feel it in his hands. The power raging trough him. He was addicted to it. It was the truest drug, the only one he'd ever need. He tore the jaw off the axe although it barely needed any further tearing from the amount of devastation he had already caused. He roared himself, though not nearly as loud, it held its own sinister tone and was definitely not human. The blood had gotten to him, he felt himself slipping in a frenzy. That mind numbing belligerence. The sheer acts of violence that came afterwards when he gave into his indecent nature.

He mounted the hemorrhaging creature. If they experienced shock the way that humans had, it was definitely in it by now. But it wasn't enough for Cain. Something in him had broken loose. A primal aspect. A terrible aspect. Before he killed because it was needed. Now, now he killed because he simply wanted to. Again he lifted the axe and brought it down on the creature's skull. The bones splintered yet again, and yet again the flesh was sundered. He drove the axe into the creature's cranium, going deeper and deeper with his psychotic fit of rage until he was covered in blood, brains and shit.

The third was limping away when Cain took notice of the movement. He twisted and craned his head stepping down the carcass of the first guardian that had been literally minced. The axe in his hand still having gorged bits and chunks of flesh and pulp on it. It was dragging itself because the frangible had torn one of its tendons in its leg. He gripped the axe loosely as he stalked towards the beast and feasted on the confusion in its eyes. It was not human, it didn't comprehend what was going on. Its brain, panicked and it was in flight mode.However it was still dangerous. Nevertheless, Cain mocked it.

"Come on beasty, get to your fucking feet!" He called out to it, waving it towards himself with both hands. He was seething and drooling. Gore and violence had this effect on him.If something was ultra violent, it tapped into his hybrid genetics and brought fully to the surface. It made the world see who was and what he was very capable of doing. It was a side he had to keep under wraps at all times while in a settlement lest he massacre the town. He had done it a time or two when he was younger. Two of the border towns in other sectors seemingly...vanished. When really, he had taken every man, woman, and child and slaughtered them.

Everyone had their coping skills...

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Out of the wastes of the world outside the gates into Roram, a figure on the searing hot face of the landscape emerged. A lone figure appeared. Bulky in appearance, the heat waves rising from the ground reflected the image as it tread towards the small makeshift town like an approaching plague. Its faceless façade was cloaked by a veil of thick cloth, black goggles and a combat helmet. He looked like a walking tank with the armament that tirelessly toted with him; assault rifles clanking against each other, the duffel bag strapped to his armored backside as was his shotgun. However, as he encroached further and further inland--it became clear that weapons were not the only thing he was carrying.

The town of Roram came to life; a whirlwind of voices--whispered concerns, threats to which he acknowledged none, and those that were curious to see this vagabond. To know if he was the one. The Albino Man, supposedly a hybrid that massacred two towns already. What were they to do? He probably had more guns strapped to him, than the whole town itself. And what was that in his right hand? The two guards outside saw what it was first and were taken back and awe struck. They were afraid, they were terrified and he hadn't even had to do anything--yet. Yes, he held the head of one of the town's very own 'elite'. It was clasped tightly in a gloved hand by the scalp. The face was, desiccated from the extreme temperature of the midday sun. The flesh had a leathery texture to its appearance and as one might have the clear notion--was putrefied. The rotten flesh just barely able to cling to the bleached bone beneath. His face had been chewed on but not completely gone. There were some features.

One grabbed his Colt revolver, the hammer cocking back with the assistance of the man's thumb. To the audible 'clicking' action, Cain simply turned his blanketed face towards the man giving him a subtle reminder. You see, his left hand still had the tomahawk out and the skin textured leather gloves he wore--let out a soft squeal of their own as his fingers tightened around the lever-action handle as if to say ' you pull yours, I'll pull mine' without the utterance of a single word between them. The large, round black eyes of Cain's goggles stared emotionless into the face of a panic stricken man who then tried to lift, aim, and fire at Cain.

However, Cain's eyes watched carefully now. In the brevity of the moment the man took to gain his sights, Cain firmly and swiftly came in arc starting from below and traveling upwards at angle until the hatchet burrowed into, and past the man's temple with a sickening 'crack' as bone splintered. The more sickening thing was, was the man was still alive. Lobotomized, but still breathing. There came a harsh, quick yelp from the second sentry as he fumbled for his gun. His hands were shaking, he had backed up quickly to try and put distance between him and Cain.

Cain reeled, pivoting in a 360 degree manner, tearing away the hatchet and sending the body of the man's partner towards him. They both collapsed, backs to stomach. The man's hand still had a hold of his side arm but as soon as he drew it, his wrist bent inwards. There was a second sickening 'pop'. In the micro second that his wrist bent to withdraw, Cain had stomped on the bent compilation of cartilage and bone. The force of which, was an even more grisly sight as the resonating tremors that vibrated through his bone structure from the tour de force blow had, in effect, blown out the bone causing it to crumple and the flesh be perforated in many angles and ways. This man screamed, yet it was on deaf ears when it came to Cain. The city, however, heard this man's wail like a banshee cry.

"But if there is harm, then you shall pay life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, stripe for stripe." Cain uttered, it was from the book of Exodus. Taking his tomahawk, he turned back to the gates, walking away with the man's mangled arm causing considerable an irreconcilable pain. He brought his boot up, he kicked the doors ajar, and readily moved into town. A great many people fled in terror when they saw the rotten, half eaten head of a man they had formally known. Cain, carried it to the arms dealer that employed him to begin with. With a baffled look of why everyone was running and this lone man was simply...walking. It too made them very nervous, but it was only the beginning of their horror. Cain simply lifted his hand carrying the disembodied head of their field agents. One threw up immediately, the other backed away very quickly. Cain dropped the head on the counter, letting the ten pounds of flesh and bone bounce and roll towards them before carrying the gear that he had gotten onto Commando Capacity.