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James Goldsworth

"This job is starting to get annoying"

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a character in “Myths of the Forgotten”, as played by Weilacca

Description

James Goldsworth

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"Sometimes I wonder: Are humans in danger?"



Nickname
Tank

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Age
23

Appearance
Eye colour: Green
Hair colour: Black
Weight: 70kg
Height: 6 feet
Other: Scar across nose, holes in back.

Occupation
H.O.N. Corporal

Personality
James is a very violent and impatient person. He will always resort to violence using both his tools and his rank as a way to put those against him in their place. He is the first to spring into action with great speed and efficiency, but also seems to play with his victims before finishing them off. Testing the limits of both his tools and his body. James has never been a group kind of person, preferring to fight alone where no one can judge or dictate his actions for his work. However, being forced to work in groups, James simply needs to put up with it. Being cold and insulting to anyone he doesn't like the look of.

Skills and flaws
+ Realistic Thinking
+ Observant
+ Persistent

- Ruthless
- Impatient
- God Complex

Weapons
Combat Armour
James holds one of the most complicated Combat Armours in H.O.N. Designed to enhance the body while also automatically defending the user, but, it also has a higher limiting threshold programmed into it. Allowing a wider range of usage, but giving much more damage to the user. Being a very stable type of tool, the only risks the Armour holds is biological damage to the user, with the risk of complete paralysis and death. Being connected to the central nervous system directly via the spinal cord (unlike other tools), the armour has little to no risk of shut down or accidental errors in programming. However, some synthetic magic errors is possible.

The look of the Armour, dubbed the 'MechAr', seems to be very skin tight and complete metallic grey. With a gas mask automatically included to measure biological damage. A helmet can be worn which covers the whole head (connecting to the gas mask) with internal holograms to allow sight. The armour holds three layers of metal plates, designed to replace the above plates which have collected too much damage. The back, down the spine, glows blue as the power source works to keep the armour working.

The synthetic magic types possible with this armour includes: Fire, Air and Earth.


History
Being an orphan from Italy, James was taken into the H.O.N. juvenile training system in order to quickly recruit and train members for their goal. He had always shown high abilities and potential during training and was soon nicknamed 'Tank' after the amount of blows he can take during any training duels between trainees.
After becoming a fully fledged member, James was quickly thrown into the action in Mexico and the Amazon, given only conventional weaponry in order to assess his combat technique and ability before building his own Tool.
After his great success in Mexico, being reported to wipe out a whole settlement of mythical creatures alone, James was recalled back to the headquarters in Rome where he was gifted with his Tool, the MechAr and set out once again to train and gain a knack for his new weapon.
After rising up the ranks towards 'Corporal', James' career seemed to reach a halt. He was never promoted to any leading ranks no matter how much work he managed to complete. Demanding answers, he was soon met with the cold understanding. James is not fit for leadership, and was stuck in this rank for the rest of his career until he proved himself worthy. Reluctantly, he accepted his fate, venting his anger against many personnel to the point where he was placed under the constant watch of the H.O.N. leader, L.

So begins...

James Goldsworth's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zollamairi Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: Shena Savel Character Portrait: Mantra Character Portrait: Mahalet Mahzun Character Portrait: Mila Di Santo Character Portrait: James Goldsworth Character Portrait: Adry Laetho Character Portrait: Alice Byaku Character Portrait: Shane Duggan
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H.O.N.

October. Early morning. H.O.N office at Crambvoyak. Phone ringing demanding someone to answer.

As soon as the phone was lifted the person in the other end started to talk. ”It's L. I have a new client. Your shopping list is following. Two Cerberus tails. Minced and dried tiefling horns. And one Valkyrie. Alive.” That's all the voice said before hanging up.

The phone was put back down and a member of H.O.N. wrote the ”shopping list” on paper. He then walked downstairs to living quarters. It was a simple space with couple of couches and a tv. In corner was a small kitchen with tables, sink, and stove to cook food. The most luxurious part was that each member was allowed to have their own bedrooms for personal space but each two bedrooms shared same bathroom. He knocked on three doors to wake up one of the teams. ”James, Shane, Mila! Time to get work!” The man shouted a slided the piece of paper under the door to James' room.





Shena Savel

It was early morning, sun barely even risen yet when Shena was flying leisurely through the Alsangi Forest the spear in her hand as usual. In the chilly fall air the mist was floating above the ground as she was doing her usual round around the forest. She was looking for any sights of possible danger. Footprints, fabric from clothes, weird items, anything that might belong to humans. She hadn't had any luck that morning. Which was a good thing for the village but Shena was wishing to see at least something so the patrolling wouldn't be so awfully boring each time.

She arrived to the Verah Pond and landed down glancing to the sky. It was cloudy, might even rain later that day. Shena walked edge of the water kneeling down and took so water in her hands drinking. It was cold just like the air and ground, the winter was clearly coming soon. After drinking she stood up stretching and looked around her. Seeing no one she picked up her spear and starter running further away from the water as she struck the spear on ground swinging herself in the air and kicking the air before landing down. It was one of her morning routines to practice at the Pond when no one was bothering her.

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Shane Duggan


Shane jerked awake moments after hearing the knock on his door. Not necessarily from the knock itself, but from the feeling of falling over his laptop. Shane rubbed his temple as he leaned back against his headboard. He'd fallen asleep working upright in his bed, surrounded by pillows and a discarded blanket. Well working was putting it loosely. He'd been scrounging a social networking website meant specifically for myths that still had a couple of loyal members. He was weeding out which among them were myths and which were misguided teens who thought it was cool to share a myth's burdens. Normally he could fake enthusiasm with them until early morning, but he still hadn't gotten used to these northern European time zones. He swiped his hand across the touchpad and squinted as the screensaver disappeared. Too bright. he thought as his eyes wandered over to the time in the corner of the screen. 8:00! He would have been sleeping.

He considered how long he could wait in bed before someone inevitably came in to check on him. With a sigh, he cut his whining and rolled out of bed. Besides..
"They'd probably think I'd snuck out or something." After a wide yawn, he began stretching. He had a long day of probably more sitting around. He inspected his tail as he walked toward his suitcase and began pulling out clothes.

The thin charcoal striped tail extended for about 5ft behind him. It didn't seem like it had been that long since he'd had it trimmed but the tail had on faint scars from its last amputation. One of these days he'd have to ask if they'd cut it off for good, instead of letting it torture him. Almost as if in complaint he felt a pang of soreness that prompted him to begin stretching the limb while he focused.

Picking out his clothes, a wrinkled button up white shirt (irons are a weapon, they say) and some slacks, he walked into the bathroom and began washing up. He used cold water in the shower only partially out of courtesy to James. It would be great if he interpreted it that way, but truly it was merely more present on his half-abyssal skin. After about 30 minutes, he was ready and held his laptop under his arm as he walked toward the living quarters. If he was earlier than anyone else his space on the coach may be guaranteed. That made him smile slightly. It was the one part of the living area outside his room where it seemed like no one could watch or send suspicious glares. As he walked he stopped and leaned against the side of James'. Typically he was the first to learn what was on the agenda each day. Not that Shane had much intention of following but he'd keep it in mind.

"So Tank, what the plan for today?" He called into the room nonchalantly.

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The sound of an accepting beep echoed through the living quarters of the H.O.N HQ, allowing the main doorway to be pushed open by a slightly damp hand, revealing the hunter which stood beyond. A slightly muscular man, dressed in grey tracksuit bottoms and a dark blue, sweaty T-shirt entered the room. The well known nasal scar and bright green eyes instantly gave off this man's identity as James Goldsworth, corporal of this Northern Europe's H.O.N hunter trio.

As he entered the room, a small smirk was given off towards the half-tiefling which leant next to the door to James' room as he wondered in his general direction. "Doors don't talk Y'know." He stated in a cocky manner, "Good luck getting today's plan from a slab of metal."
Without allowing his team mate to answer, James simply continued on into his room, unlocking the door with the same entrance card used to enter the whole building. A white card showing a bar code, a picture of James, his name and the type of tool he used, 'Combat Armour'.

It was only a few moments spent in the room before James had reappeared from within, carrying the note which was slid underneath his door and a spare change of thin clothing. Without any hesitation, James threw the note into Shane's direction with the words "Here's the plan" before making a beeline to the bathroom, passing Mila's room in the process to allow a few bangs to be made on the metal with his fist. "Wakey wakey, we got some shit to do. Finally." He called out as he walked off into the bathroom, allowing him to shower.

Again, this was a quick process as any excess sweat was washed off from James' morning run, he had dried himself thoroughly and dressed in his thin black body-suit which exposed his back. The set of still-healing holes was easily shown from this exposure, showing the parallel lines of holes which trailed down from the top of his neck to the bottom of his spine with two holes per spinal disk. All he had to do now is use all of his strength to carry his Combat Armour out of his room and rest it on the kitchen table, bringing it to the height needed to allow the painful-looking pins to perfectly slot into his holes as he reversed back into the armour.
The instant the pins were connected to his central nervous system, the armour activated. The back lit up a bright blue down the spinal area as the rest of the armour closed around his body, ready to deploy around his limbs and head on command. For something so heavy and powerful, one would think it would be a bulky device, but once worn, it showed to only add a few inches to the width of James' body as the triple layered plates independently moved side to side, up and down and diagonal all around as James moved around. Showing the intense programming thrown into this weapon to allow it to adapt to any kind of movement.

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Mila Di Santo


Mila was still asleep when suddenly woken up by someone banging on her door shouting her name. She groaned, turned around on her stomach pulling a pillow over her head. Just when she thought it was quiet enough to fall back to sleep there was more banging on the door and James shouting. Mila groaned even louder reaching the alarm clock on her desk next to bed. 8:00. ”Oh for fucks sake it's not even noon!” she shouted through the door irritated.

She turned around to face the ceiling staring it. Why she had to be in same group with two men who were assholes and not even doing their job properly? Or one men and one creature they should kill in this case. Despite not being in the group for long she was bitter to whoever had put her with them. For first, they were both supporting roles leaving all the hard work for her. Back in Italy, she had used to do first the tracking, leaving most of the killing to hunters and soldiers, only attacking while truly needed focusing on using her healing arrows more. But now it seemed she had to do the killing as well. What the hell was point in team without any hunters?

Groaning once more she got up from the bed and got herself ready for the day. She walked to kitchen seeing Shane already there muttering ”good morning” and went to make coffee. If she had to be up so early she would refuse to do anything before coffee. She didn't pay any attention to the tiefling behind her nor when James came from bathroom to get his armor on. When the coffee was ready, she poured a cup for herself dropping a piece of sugar and took a long sip. Only then she turned around to face the two men. ”So what's the deal today? Something quick and easy I hope.”

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Shane Duggan


Shane bit back his response as James shoved past him. Another response to the door would only further fuel James' comment.
"Oh I didn't notice, the resemblance between you two is remarkable." He muttered the retort to himself as he folded his arms, tucking the laptop beneath his arm.
He turned his head when he heard the door open shortly after. He caught the list as it was thrown to him, stumbling to try and not drop his laptop at the same time. He was about to start reading before he noticed James once again walking away from him. He glared shoving the note into his pocket. If he read it now, he'd just have to read to the others later. He turned and began walking toward the kitchen, already thinking of how he would waste his time.

By the time he go there he only concluded that he would make enough coffee for the base. He considered how many had already made their own coffee and then how may would actually drink his. Frowning he put about half of the coffee beans back as he decided to only make enough for his team. As soon as he had finished with that he filled a thermos and set down with his laptop. So long as no one was watching he'd use it for more personal means. Searching his old informant name "el revenant" he sat back happily sipping as he watched the seeming panic that name caused among forums. Opening another tab he logged into one of the many websites he was monitoring for work before switching back to the panic. The good old days he thought with another sip.

Mila entered the kitchen with a muttered good morning and Shane gave her a mock salute. A bit to late he gestures to the premade coffee pot as she already began making her own. He rolled his eyes and refilled his cup. James too ignored the pot when he entered levying Shane grumbling in his chair.
"So what's the deal today? Something quick and easy I hope.” Said Mila, leaning against the counter.
Shane pulled the crumpled note from his pocket and began reading in an exaggerated fancy voice, "It's L. I have a new client. Your shopping list is following. Two Cerberus tails. Minced and dried tiefling horns. And one Valkyrie. Alive.” He raised an eyebrow at Mila and asked "Quick and easy?" in a barely sarcastic tone.

He resisted the urge to touch the ridges in his forehead, for once glad he didn't have honks to give. At the same time he was planning his own agenda. No one in the area was particularly technological which led him to believe he may have to be more involved in this mission than he liked.