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Mal Patricks

The Guy with a Wicked Smile

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a character in “Our Lord Protectors”, as played by LostRiver




・Appears About・



Omega Team Member


Mal is a strong, silent guy at times, but most of the time he is joking around with his team or attempting to pick up girls. People have said that he has one of those smiles that you know you shouldn't trust, but with such charisma, many people trust Mal to the fullest. It's not that Mal is a bad guy. He just looks like someone that you shouldn't be hanging around. His eyes often carry a sparkle of mischief and a hint of malice. He likes to goof off and will often get in trouble for it, but his immense intellect means that not many people argue with him. Despite protests and whining when he has to work, Mal knows when to shut up and follow orders -most of the time. His intelligence and eidetic memory put Mal a bit on the vain, stubborn side as well. Since he remembers everything and anything, he is nearly never wrong. And if it ever turns out that he is wrong, he is far too stubborn to admit it.

- Chess
- Exercising
- Swimming
- Martial arts


+ Smoking
+ Using his abilities
+ Joking around
+ His team
+ Toying with people
+ Reading
+ Intellectual games (chess, puzzles, etc.)

- Being serious
- Working
- Small spaces
- Crowds
- Heights
- Headaches


- Accelerated Probability - He is able to see all variables and possible event in any given situation and that predict the probability of every outcome. He can also see the probability of what could have happened. However, his calculations will only be 100 percent accurate if everything is still in the same place. If something has moved or been removed, he can still calculate the probability very well and rather accurately, but there is a larger chance in him being wrong.
- Illusion Manipulation - He can create illusions from the thoughts, emotions, and dreams of a person and then control those illusions. He can do this to a group of people, but it takes far more skill than just one person. In addition, when the person is inside one of his illusions, they can feel, hear, or smell things from the outside world to different degrees depending on how strong the illusion is.
- Eidetic Memory - He can remember literally everything he sees, hears, feels, etc. down to the most minuscule, insignificant detail. Although he often tells people that he can turn this ability off (so they won't bug him when he pretends not to remember something) he really can never turn this off.

・Side Effects・
- With his accelerated probability, there really is no bad side except that he cannot actually change the probability of anything -meaning that if he sees that scoring a touchdown would win the game, he can only make this happen if he has the physical ability to score the touchdown.
- When using his illusion manipulation, there is a great amount of concentration needed. Although he can show illusions to large groups of people at once, this takes extreme concentration. This concentration is exhausting, but is constantly needed throughout the illusion in order to keep the illusion up.
- With his eidetic memory, he is physically unable to forget his memories. This also causes him to get major migraines and he prone to sickness because these migraine can lower his immune system. He is also susceptible to insomnia as well as shaking and jittering when he remembers particularly bad memories.

- He has been working on his focus lately, but still has trouble in getting distracted. This may break illusion and, if they do not break, he will often mess up the illusion, causing the person behind it to realize the trick.
- His occasional insomnia may make him prone to injuries and illness.
- Despite his love of picking up girls, he has a problem with seeing love between two other people and will often have to turn away from public displays of affection.

・Feelings About The Team・
・Damien Rodgers [Leader] - Mal does not like working. That much is obvious. However, he and his team leader both share a cocky, stubborn attitude. Mal may not like working, but he'd rather have Damian as a leader than many other people.

・Relations With Other Teams・

So begins...

Mal Patricks's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Derek Pierce Character Portrait: Damien Rodgers Character Portrait: Liliah Rae Character Portrait: Freya 'Fire' Mackenzie Character Portrait: Iska Alexandra Sverzhenskii Character Portrait: Danielle Pierce Character Portrait: Riley McCormick Character Portrait: Mal Patricks Character Portrait: Billy Smith Character Portrait: Jason John McCarthy
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"Alpha, Delta, Omega. You are on call today. I repeat you are on call."

Damien sighed when he had heard Orgia on the intercom. Orgia was a robotic trainer the scientists had created to get the teams together most of their days. But, today wasn't most of their days. Today was the last stand. Him and his team had a lot to do, and this might even be the last mission they'll every have before the shutdown. Shutdown meaning that once the mission was over, all of the teams would be shutdown until they are needed again. Which wasn't in his interest at the moment. He actually enjoyed living in this crappy world, he didn't ant to die -or get shutdown- again.

Rolling over for a second or two before deciding to get up, he really enjoyed being a leader; even if it was for a limited time. Everyone stayed in the same place, they were basically family in the lab. Though there has been drama somewhat Damien could still say, he is living a normal life. Despite the fact that he can lift things and speak to people in his head. Hopefully, he could get through the call without saying anything smart to any of the scientists. He actually wanted to hurt the scientists because, he knew that they were the ones to start all of this. Damien can't remember a thing of the past because, of them. All he knows is that he has to stop the machines from making more hybrids or the world would end without any doubt.

"Good morning, Damien."

Looking up at the intercom system as he began walking down the hallway. "Good morning, Orgia." He looked forward once again and turned a corner. Walking into the meeting room, there was one small table for the leaders, and in the center of the room was a larger table, where the rest of the teams members sat. The scientist will be working on the progress of them all, they wanted to concentrate on the glitches and the faults. Damien -being so full of himself- didn't think he had any faults but it always turns out that he did, and that really bothered the leader.

Seeing that some of the scientist have already been there quite some time, he decided to get himself situated. Damien was quite surprised that he was one of the ones to be early he would usually procrastinate until after the meeting had started and then come. Though, Orgia might keep pestering him until he actually had gotten up and went. But, other than being early, Damien was very excited to start the meeting, even if it was his last.


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Character Portrait: Derek Pierce Character Portrait: Damien Rodgers Character Portrait: Liliah Rae Character Portrait: Freya 'Fire' Mackenzie Character Portrait: Iska Alexandra Sverzhenskii Character Portrait: Danielle Pierce Character Portrait: Riley McCormick Character Portrait: Mal Patricks Character Portrait: Billy Smith Character Portrait: Jason John McCarthy Character Portrait: Meti Arist
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#, as written by tigerz


"Alpha, Delta, Omega. You are on call today. I repeat you are on call."

Alex made no hesitation getting out of bed. It was very uncommon for Alex to ever really get any sleep so she had no real reason for staying in bed. As soon as Alex's bare feet hit the cold floor, she began her daily routine. She searched through the few amount of clothes she had before deciding on an outfit and left it out on her bed as she grabbed her wide toothed comb and ran it through her dark hair. Alex preferred using a comb over a brush because it damaged her hair less and made it have less static. Once she finished brushing, her dark brown hair fell into curls at the end.

Alex brushed her teeth and washed her face in the near by bathroom before returning to her room to change. She din't really mind the lab or the rooms they were given. They were much better than the apartment she lived in with her family in Russia. Alex shook her head trying to forget her past before she threw on the outfit for today. It consisted of Memphis May Fire tee shirt with the sleeves cut off, a red flannel shirt a size too big, and loose fitting jeans with holes on the knees that had to be held up with a belt. Alex then went to a small box that she kept under bed and opened it. Inside were various Swiss army knives, a small leatherman multi-tool, and parts for different contraptions she was working on. Alex couldn't decide on which knife to bring and decided to grab the biggest one she owned, the Victorinox SwissChamp as well as the remaining parts in her box. She stuffed them all in her deep pockets before leaving her room for the progress meeting.

"Good morning, Iska."

Alex stopped in her tracks and clenched her fists. As she was doing so, the lights began to flicker viciously. "I told you never to call me that, Orgia."There was a slight Russian accent in her voice, much better than the thick one she had at the beginning of their training. Alex hated being called by her first. She never really explained entirely why, just that it reminded her of her horrible past. Alex could hear Orgia try to speak but most of it came out as static noise. Alex took a deep breath as the lights returned to their normal state and Orgia gave her an apology. Alex knew this would be one of the flaws brought up during today's meeting. Alex knew all of her glitches and flaws already. She always made a mental note of them after her training exercises.

Alex was not surprised to find she was one of the first to arrive with two other scientists. She sat at her respective seat at the large table in the center and sprawled the parts for her new contraption all over her desk area before grabbing her Swiss army knife. For ten minutes Alex sat their intensively creating a small cart with a simple motor on it. All the motor needed to start was a small shock. Alex placed her finger close to the motor and sent a small electrical shock to it. Just as she had wanted, it started and the cart began riding along the table.

Alex looked around the room to find that more team members and leaders were arriving and was surprised to see that Damien Rodgers had arrived early. She was so used to him coming in late after the meetings had started. "Hello, Damien." She nodded at him before returning her gaze to the cart for a couple more minutes. Eventually Alex grew bored and decided to watch the door way to see who else would walk through.


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"Alpha, Delta, Omega. You are on call today. I repeat you are on call."

Riley awoke with a jolt at the sound of the intercom and sat straight up in bed. Her hypersensitive ears and eyes took a moment to adjust as Riley took her time waking up. She was by no meanings looking forward to today's meeting, but as the leader of the Deltas, she would put on a brave face and walk into that room with as much power as she could muster.

Finally deciding she had waited long enough, Riley rolled her shoulders back, cracked her neck, and headed to the shower. It did not take long for her to shower, change into presentable clothing, and throw her white blond hair into a braid. Before heading out, Riley did a quick once over of herself in the mirror. She straightened her posture and raised her chin. Despite being the leader, she was the youngest of her team members and the second youngest out of every team. Throughout her entire life, many had looked down upon her for her youth or her stature or her tendency to be respectful and loyal -which was often seen as a weakness. Through so much hard work, she had finally made it so that others would see her as a leader. She was the young, strong head of the Deltas and she loved and was loyal to her team members to her fullest; however, she would never let anyone disrespect her again. Riley nodded courteously to herself and gave a small smile as she left for the meeting. She would face these scientists head on today with no backing down. Not only for herself, but for her team.

"Good morning, Rileen."

Riley gave a sigh at the sound of the robotic voice. "G'morning t' you too, Orgia," she said with only the slightest bit of malice which she could not hide. Riley had never liked the robotic trainer that much. It had always seemed so superficial and unreal to her. As she normally did, Riley shook off the bad feeling that the machine gave her and continued down the corridor.

As Riley walked through the door, she saw the two other team leader and Alex, the only one here younger than she. Alex was not a Delta and as such, Riley did not know her as well as she may have known the Deltas. However, Riley felt an understanding for the girl. She was a bright young girl much like Riley had been and still was. But more than anything, Riley knew that not many took the youngest very seriously and that was where she felt that they were so similar. Riley knew that Alex was incredibly intelligent and that was important no matter what her age was.

Riley nodded politely and gave a grin to the young girl. "G'morning Alex," she said before heading to the team leaders' table. She took a seat beside Freya grinned at the two other team leaders as well. "Who's ready for some fun, eh?" Riley questioned with a joking tone before cracking her neck and turning her attention back to the door, waiting for the rest of the teams to walk through.


"Alpha, Delta, Omega. You are on call today. I repeat you are on call."

Mal was already awake at the time the intercom went off, but he did not immediately get out of bed. The other night he had been plagued by a particularly bad memory from one of his first days in the lab. Mal cursed himself repeatedly for the fact that he could not simply forget it and fall asleep like so many others would do. Instead, he had stayed up for a majority of the night, only finding three or four hours of restless sleep.

However horrible this lack of sleep was, insomnia was no stranger to Mal and he eventually rolled himself out of bed and went straight for the shower. He turned the water as hot as he could get it to go and stood under the scalding water until he was finally able to open his eyes fully. After waking up as much as he could, Mal heaved a heavy sigh of regret and turned the water off. He took only a short time dressing that morning and ran a hand through his wet hair, playing with it a bit until it looked alright.

Mal stared at himself in the mirror and rubbed at his sunken eyes. By now, the team was used to him having dark circles under his eyes and most of them trusted him when he informed them that it was a genetic thing. His parents had given them to him. Perhaps the team didn't believe him and knew that it was his ability causing him to be deprived of sleep, but Mal did his job as well as any of them did and that was what was important. Mal shook his head in frustration and turned on the sink, cupping his hands under the water so as to gather water to drink from. As he did this, Mal noticed his hands begin to shake. He willed himself to stop, but the shaking continued and Mal slowly became more frustrated. He couldn't be like this. Especially not today in front of the scientists. Mal breathed heavily through clenched teeth, trying to calm his anger. However he failed to ease his frustration and, in a sudden burst of rage, he punched the wall beside him. Mal pulled his hands away only to find that he had reopened the small scabs on his knuckles, but nothing major and nothing new. He sighed heavily, shaking off his irritation as best he could and took a moment to wash off his hand which ceased its bleeding quickly. With newfound haste, Mal splashed cold water on his face and told himself to pull it together before leaving for the meeting.

"Good morning, Malcolm."

Mal gave a snort and responded in a whisper to the robot, "Don't know if I'd say that, Orgia." As Mal reached the meeting room, he stopped momentarily and rolled his shoulders back, organizing his expressions. Once composed, Mal put on his normal arrogant grin and strolled leisurely into the room.

Seeing that he was one of the first to attend, Mal chuckled lightheartedly. "Eh, what do ya know? I'm finally 'ere on time." He knew full well the circumstances of this meeting, but that didn't mean that he couldn't attempt to lighten the mood a little. Mal slid into a seat and kicked his feet up onto the table, only hoping that this would not take long.