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Arbiter

"It's all just shameless vengeance."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The Afterman

Description

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Name: Abigail Hendrix
Age: Twenty-four
Sex: Female
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Race: Hafirjan/North Aslundian human
Height: 5'8" (6'1" as Arbiter)
Weight: 150 lbs. (200 lbs. as Arbiter)
Appearance: Abigail is a rather physically impressive woman; possessing a toned figure from years of training to hone her skills, adorned with a silky, light brown skin color. She keeps her black hair cut short and choppy, her bangs usually covering her hazel eyes. She is typically found wearing clothes that would describe her as "goth" or "punk": Leather jackets, frayed jeans, and black combat boots. She also likes to experiment with different colors in her hair.
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Abilities & Equipment

Martial Arts - Over the years, Abigail has been training in the ways of various martial arts, having mastered Kickboxing, CQB, Krav Maga, Silat, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Ninjitsu, and Muay Thai. She is also skilled in the use of many melee weapons, including bo staffs, rapiers, tomahawks, knives, and whips. She is extremely formidable with both her hands and with weaponry.
Firearms Training - On top of her martial prowess, Abigail is also an accomplished marksman with the ability to handle most any firearm. Handguns are her specialty, but she also holds a special place in her heart for rifles.
Scientific Knowledge - Abigail has spent years amassing knowledge within a broad range of scientific subjects, with a particular interest in biology, engineering and mechanics. This knowledge helps her design and build many of her tools, as well as aiding her in investigations as Arbiter.
Gunsmith - Abigail, being enthusiastic about firearms, is quite adept at building and customizing her own personal weaponry, having developed most all of her own firearms.
Gadgetry - Abigail also possesses a wide array of personally-devised gadgets, each serving a specific function.
Arbiter Armor - A sturdy, intimidating suit of armor made from a mixture of carbon fibers and titanium plating. The helmet is outfitted with lenses with various functions, including magnification, night and thermal vision. The earpiece is outfitted with a receiver-transmitter, allowing for personal contact with other parties via a heavily-encrypted communications channel. The cape adorning her person serves as concealment, allowing her to access her utility belt without her opponents noticing any obvious movement.



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The Judgemobile

The Judgejet

So begins...

Arbiter's Story

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Abigail made her way down the sidewalk on the unnaturally windy midnight of Wing City. She didn't mind a bit of a wind chill; it hardly affected her in her jacket besides. She was in a rush to get home, as she wanted to do some more patrolling/field testing as Arbiter. Having taken up that duty was quite an exciting adventure, she had to admit. It exposed her to a side of the world she'd have never seen if she hadn't been given the push that drove her to her life of crime-fighting in the first pace.

Thinking that made her dwell on her brother's murder; some nameless thugs with loaded guns and junkie bloodstreams, lit out of their damn minds, demanding that Gabe fork over his cash lest he become just another statistic and another cadaver for the police to gawk at while they feverishly tried to pin the blame on someone; usually the wrong person.

Of course, Gabe had done what the muggers had asked, doing the smart thing to save his own skin. But, addicts usually had twitchy trigger fingers, and were prone to fits of paranoia. It was in one of those fits that one of the junkies had squeezed, thrice, on his pistol's trigger, hitting Gabe in the lungs twice, and the neck once.

Abigail had watched her brother die as the gang of addicts fled the scene; but not before knocking her over the head with a lead pipe, attempting to knock her unconscious. She had been fifteen at the time; entirely too young to know that kind of pain. But it had guided her: forged in the fires of hatred, she was molded into something more than just a scared girl in a scary world. She had been evolved into something much more...menacing.

However, she broke that train of thought. Her apartment was nearby, and so she headed in to get ready for the night's endeavors.

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Arbiter looked out over the city from the rooftops. It was noisy in the main parts of town, traffic along the highways was still very much alive. However, the vigilante's focus was not upon the bustling commotion of cars and transfer trucks; it was on the alleyways. It was trained on the darkened silence that existed between the buildings and down the back ways of the city. Arbiter was ready to head out.

She just needed a target.

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There.

Walking down the street like a normal guy. Among the others. Just like the sociopathic coward he was. There was no reason to dump on him when he was surrounded by other people. This had to be quiet and quick. Stealthy. If it wasn't, he endangered everyone around him. He would forsake the purpose of catching him in the act.

Biohazard had been on his tail a while, walking on the other side of the street. In comparison, he was much more shady. A young man with brown hair, swathed in dark clothing, a scarf covering most of his face. The mechanical implant he had secured in his empty eye socket shined red and locked onto the target even as he fell behind other people.

Just another block. He'd be in the alley soon.

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Magnified lenses allowed for a better view of the streets below. They were bereft of activity for the most part; a small group of drunken revelers, a homeless person or two, and some late-night office workers coming home from a long, arduous night of work. She was confident that something would turn up. It always did.

And, like an answered prayer to a dark and malevolent god, she found what she was looking for. Or, at least, she thought she had found it: a young man, dressed in dark clothing, tailing another man on the other side of the road. She had picked up on the man's bodily cues; the occasional glance, the nonchalant, trying-not-to-be-noticed demeanor. They were the telltale signs of a crime about to be perpetrated. To the untrained eye, his movements would seem rather unremarkable.

Unlucky for him, her eyes weren't untrained. From her perch, she sunk down low, as to blend in with the dark and not be noticed. From this position, she would observe, becoming the delayed breath of the wind itself. She made no noise, no sudden moves. She merely watched, ready to spring into action if need be.

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There. Slipping into a long, dark alley behind a department store. There was a club on the other side, and Biohazard knew exactly what he was going to do. Crossing the street, the shady figure made sure he wasn't moving too sharply or too directly. To anyone paying attention, however, it was obvious he was tailing the other man.

Once in the alley, he zoomed in on the man, his footsteps eerily silent. His hand reached out to grab the collar of his target.

Before he knew it, a steel baton- one that had been folded on the inside of his target's jacket- came swinging for his head. Biohazard stumbled back, dazed from the hit. The nanites in his blood had hardened the skin right before the impact, though not quickly enough to defend from the full force of the hit.

His hand shot out again to take the man's collar, swinging him into a wall with little effort.

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It was time.

The other man had apparently been expecting his assailant, as he retaliated in kind when the strange figure reached out to grab him. However, his assault failed to bring his attacker down, and he was immediately thrown against the wall of a nearby building. That was her cue to move.

From her belt, she produced a grapple: a gas-propelled, motorized, pistol-shaped grappling hook used to swing her into action quickly and nimbly. Aiming for a flagpole on one of the taller buildings, Arbiter glided through the air, her armored frame cutting through the midnight oxygen, the wind whipping past her like water off a duck's back.

She landed, hard, on the concrete ground, hands against the asphalt, used to propel her to a standing position. "You!" she said, the voice module within her helmet making her voice sound metallic and masculine, disguising the fact that there was a woman underneath all of her intimidating armor.

"Give up now, or suffer the consequences!" She wasn't sure how tough this guy was going to be, but judging by how effortlessly he tossed his victim, and how ineffective the other man's attack seemed to be, she surmised that she might be in for a hard fight. She was only used to fighting generic thugs and violent junkies.

This guy would certainly be more of a challenge.

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Though his vision hadn't completely cleared up after the blow to the head, which would have left him with a cracked skull without the nanites, he managed to keep focus on the figure before him. The surface of his skin blackened, and the hoodie and baggy pants vanished to reveal the shiny, sparse bits of silver armor beneath.

"Didn't know you had a buddy followin' you," said Biohazard to the unconscious target. His voice was also altered, deeper, though there was a semblance of the young man behind it. "You back down! You're breaking the law and allowing an underground trafficking operation to run down there! You don't know who you're messing with, so leave."

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'Oh goddammit,' she thought, staring the other guy down, who had suddenly become dressed dwn in a more sleek-looking combat skin. If what he was saying were true -and this being Wing City, it probably was- then she had no reason to confront him. Of course, she didn't know who this guy was, or his true intentions. His explanation could very well be a cover for something more sinister. She had no way of knowing.

"A likely story," Arbiter spoke, "But where's the proof to back your claim?" She was still green in regards to this superhero work, so she didn't have her own stable source of information; not a large one, in any case. She didn't have the run-down of every single criminal enterprise within Wing City, so she had to collect what she could as she operated. And, of course, this man that stood before her could be an apparatus of one such enterprise.

"All I see is another sick murderer, unless you care to show me otherwise."

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"A likely sto- why are you trying to pull this on me? No, lemmie guess. There's cops and you're trying to turn this around. I get it, I get it. But it's not going to work today."

The scarf around his mouth vanished, and swirling around him was a black mist that rose above his head, then dispersed to his sides. The red eye clicked and clacked inside his head as he locked onto the woman. "You show me evidence you're not covering up for this sicko!"

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Damn; he certainly turned that around fast. However, she had to laugh at his insistence that she was working for the police. However, her desire to laugh at his expense ended when he began showing her what he was capable of: a strange, dark cloud surrounded his person, coming to rest beside him as he stared her down.

If there were a fight about to be had, she supposed there was no talking her way out of it. Even if she did, it's not like he would believe her at this point; nor would she do him the same courtesy. However, she felt it only right to try and avoid a conflict, just in case it spilled over and caused unnecessary damage.

"I can assure you, I don't know who that man is. And even if I did, would I need to feign heroism to protect him if he is what you say?" she asked rather prudently. Awaiting his reaction, she held her ground, her eyes unblinking, and her resolve unwavering.

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"Wing City's filled with a lot of nut jobs. If you've been here long enough, you'd know." He looked the other guy over real well. Armor. Weapons. Mask. This dude was the real deal. An actual other superhero with as much worry disguising his identity as himself. Or was he actually a villain pulling mind tricks?

"I don't have proof. That's... that's why I was following the guy. I was gonna dump everything over to the police and rat them out. Just killing this guy isn't gonna solve anything."

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The two vigilantes would have much more to worry about when a metal door flew off of it's hinges just down the alley, an alarm blaring loudly to warn the people of Wing City that there was a robbery in progress. Several men and women, all dressed in dark clothing and crimson masks, stepped out of the building carrying metal boxes.

Each one was filled with expensive jewelry. They had just broken into a jewelry store, clearly the plan was to escape out the back undetected. Unfortunately for them, two vigilantes stood nearby.

The thieves brought their eyes to the two, seemingly trying to figure out if they'd be problems. They could have just been cosplayers or weirdos, a few conventions of varried weirdness were coming to town soon.

"So..."

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Arbiter looked to the man she had been about to square off against, her eyes portraying her concern if they were able to be seen behind the lenses in her mask. She shifted her focus back to the robbers in an instant afterward, her hands tightening into fists.

Yelling "Stop!" would seem rather ridiculous, as the thieves weren't currently running away. A tense air filled the gap in the silence between the two parties for what seemed like an eternity.

"So..."

Arbiter decided to take the opportunity to make her demands. "Stay where you are!" she said forcefully, being cautious of the robbers' next moves. She cast a glance over at the other man, wondering if he knew anything about them; like if he worked for them. If nothing else, this would be the perfect opportunity for them to prove their innocence to one another.

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Biohazard gave his attention to the group sneaking out of the bank.

"Oh, opportune," he cried, holding his hands up to applaud. "Perfect timing. Shouldn't have expected anything else from this place." He parted his hands slowly, out to his sides.

"Get back in the bank," the man growled, the voice resonating from the black cloud around him. "Put the money back. You're not in a good position to get away with anything."

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"There's only two of you." One of the thieves pointed out, turning to count the number of heads among his group. "And... fifteen of us, plus the sister." He told the vigilantes, "So, no. We aren't giving this back. You can try to make us." He continued.

The men and women with him seemed odd, somewhat psychotic and anxious. It could have been drugs. It wasn't. The truth was that they were members of a cult that worshipped a group of gods that they felt wanted them to worship through anarchy, crime, chaos.

They didn't care if they made it out of there with the money, they wanted to fight the vigilantes or the police, or both, and drag the fight on as long as it would create chaos. Influence looting.

"Here she comes now."

Out of the building stepped a woman. She wore a black hooded cape, a crimson bodysuit with white highlights and a protectice mask that covered only her mouth. She looked she had just stepped out of a comic book or a vampire novel.

But the coldness of her blue eyes as they landed on Biohazard and Arbiter were warnings not to underestimate the woman.

"Make it interesting, okay? We don't have long." The woman said, her barely placeable European accent draped over her words.

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Arbiter smiled at hearing the odds. It hardly seemed fair to them; here they were, some petty bank robbers, facing down two vigilantes -one of them with some crazy ass powers- thinking they'd be getting away with their haul. She cracked her knuckles beneath her gauntlets, ready to start beating the brakes off of these thugs. "You get the ones on the left," she told Biohazard in jest.

However, the arrival of the one they called the "sister" saw her mood change rapidly. Her quickly-gained confidence left just as swiftly as it had come. This woman, mysterious and gloomy, gave off a dangerous vibe that one didn't even need to be an empath to pick up on. Her overall demeanor cast an icy air about them, and Arbiter couldn't help but think that this woman may be the most dangerous foe she had come into contact with.

"So..." she said, waiting for a plan to come together.

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"Punch first, plan later," said Biohazard to Arbiter, zooming in on one of the thugs first. Everyone knew that's what you did: clear up all the minions before you went in for the boss.

His fist flew for the thug's face, knuckles hard as steel, fist heavy. If that hit landed, his face was bone meal. Vince had no doubts about it.

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It was on now. When Vince charged the group of lawbreakers braced themselves for impact. When he hit the first man, he stumbled back and seemed to be on his way down. It took a lot of trying for him not to hit the ground, despite the punching taking even more out of him.

"There we go!" The man shouted, the other cultists dropping the boxes they carried. "No guns!" One of them called out, showing that they had some sort of honor. Or they were insane.

After a few seconds they began to charge, half going for biohazard and the other half for Arbiter. They drew knives, brass knuckles, daggers, and a few even carried batons. They were ready to have a real fight with some real fighters. They hoped Biohazrd and Aribter could deliver.

"Oh my fuck! My face!" The first cultist said, breaking character. "The punch took more out of him than he initially let on. "I'm going to stand back for a second." He told anyone actually paying attention as he walked away.

Sister Ovus stood by for now, letting the melee play out before she would jump in.

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The group rushed her with weapons drawn, and that made her have to play more defensively; or, more brutally, that is. As they began their assault, she initiated her counterattack with more fury than the cultists may have been suspecting. Stomping at kneecaps, stabbing at elbows, and even trying to snap necks, the Arbiter was doing whatever she could to take these guys down.

Biohazard had his own group to deal with, and he was dealing quite effectively, having essentially turned the inside of one guy's face into bone Jell-O. He didn't need her help, even if she could offer it. She had her own safety to worry about in the meantime, trying to avoid damage with back steps away from knife thrusts, blocking strikes from batons with her gauntlets (and retaliating in kind), and catching punches in her hands and squeezing to break bone.

What disturbed her, however, was how the woman continued to stand there, nonchalant and actually rather bored-looking. Her presence here cast a dark shadow over Arbiter's own confidence, but she couldn't afford to betray that feeling.

For now, she'd just have to put down the dregs.

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"Nope," said Biohazard, reaching for the collar of the same man he'd just assaulted. He would be pulling him back for a blow to his temple for a knockout. He did his best to move swiftly between his victims, though he hardly needed to defend. Human fists hardly did anything to harm him. Most of them would be breaking their hands on his armor.

"You'd be better off with your weapons," he grumbled to them. Still, there was that one woman. The one who just stood there. What was her deal?

"Hey, catch!" he cried to Arbiter as a thug came toward him. He grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder at the other vigilante.

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"What?" The first cultist asked as he was pulled to Biohazard, when he was hit he fell straight to the ground. Sprawled out on his back.

The others continued their assault, They were relentless and their attacks much stronger than Biohazard might have expected. There was a certain resilience from the cultists, they seemed to be able to take whatever the two were throwing at them. It was almost as if they didn't actually care about winning as much as they cared about hurting the vigilantes or causing a scene.

They were like rabid dogs, or a swarm of bees, they never really backed down despite what the vigilantes were doing to them. A few moved to flank Arbiter, keeping their distance while she defended herself from the other attackers.

Then they moved in, one trying to grab her from behind in a chokehold. Another moving to pull her legs out from under her, this while yet another lifted a garbage can and went to chuck it at the vigilante's face.

And the Sister walked. She walked slowly, but surely enough she was getting closer to the fighting. She was moving towards Biohazard,

The Sister raised a hand towards the man, then the other, eyes focused solely on him. Then her hands moved, outstretched towards the walls of buildings on both sides.

She clapped her hands together sudddenly, brick and mortar from the buildings flying out towards Biohazard and anyone unlucky enough to be in the way.

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She was getting surrounded; multiple attackers flocked towards her, aiming to deal a significant amount of damage and put her out of commission. Unlucky for them, she wouldn't be done in so easily.

Biohazard had wrangled one of the cultists and flung him her way. "Hey, catch!" he shouted as his victim was hurled towards her general direction. The robber would be met with an armor-clad elbow, aimed for the center of the man's chin. If she were able to land the hit, the cultist would likely lose consciousness, or otherwise wish he weren't around to feel the repercussions of Arbiter's attack.

She would have resumed pummeling the others, but her assault was interrupted by one of the thugs locking her in a chokehold from behind. At the same time, one of the other cultists was picking up a trashcan, obviously looking to cave her face in with it. She quickly retaliated with a swift, backwards jerk of her head, trying to smash her attacker's nose.

Suddenly, her feet were pulled out from under her, and she hit the ground face down. Mentally kicking herself for allowing someone to get the drop on her so easily, she attempted to roll out of the way of any stomping or kicking that would come from her attackers. She took solace in the fact that the now-flying trashcan was on a collision course with the cultist who had had her in a chokehold before she hit the ground...

She was able to witness the Sister in action, finally having broken from her trance-like immobility. Her powers were rather menacing for someone like Arbiter; someone merely human. Effortlessly, she tore the very bricks from the surrounding buildings and hurled them towards Biohazard at a frighteningly fast speed, all with her mind (or so Arbiter assumed).

She now had a new reason to feel uneasy about this woman...

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There had been almost no warning. What the woman had done prior to bringing two buildings atop his head was hardly enough to tell Biohazard what would happen.

Luckily, since the thugs didn't seem to be crumpling under his punches as they likely should have, Biohazard had to expend more nanites on armor. Once the debris came down, he was brought off his feet and had to crumple under the rain of bricks. Once it had all fallen, he braced his arms against the ground, trying to push himself up under the pressure.

Biohazard didn't have super strength. He didn't have super speed. He was strong, and he was quick, but the only superhuman thing he had were the nanites. The eye, the boots? Those were gadgets.

The bricks weren't going to crush him or kill him, but they did a damned good job at immobilizing him.

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The fatigue was starting to set in, some of it on the side of the vigilantes. Arbiter didn't seem to be as experienced or trained as her new ally, but the cultists weren't expecting to take so much damage. Biohazard was tough, tougher than they'd hope. Arbiter was unorthodox and the man holding her had the now crushed nose to show it.

He held his nose, then his shin when the garbage can hit his leg.

"Sorry!" The garbage throwing cultist called out, he and the others moving to swarm Arbiter. The Sister would deal with Biohazard, they could handle the weak link. They hoped. She seemed like the kind of character who had tricks up their sleeves. All the cultist had for now was brute force and the walking tank that was Sister Umwa.

Said tank of flesh advanced on Biohazard, some of the cultist he had been fighting putting some distance betweem themselves and the debris. They could use the time to catch their breath, especially now that they could hear sirens. The robbery had triggered an alarm, and who knows who was watching the melee in the alley? Who called the police after they heard bricks being torn from their building?

Or there could have been something more important that warranted the police response. A missing white girl, maybe.

"Stay down. We're done with you. Both of you." Sister Umwa said to Biohazard and Arbiter, "We've got more important things to do than kill you. But, you put up a fight. We'll see you again." She continued.

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The robbers were fleeing, and the echo of sirens reverberated through the night air, spelling sweet relief for the vigilantes. Arbiter would be lying if she were to say she weren't the slightest bit tired; fighting this particular group of thugs had taken more out of her than she even thought they could.

She would likely need to make herself scarce as well, as she wasn't entirely certain how well WCPD would treat a costumed vigilante such as herself. However, letting the cultists escape did not sit well with her at all. As they turned to flee, she found herself gritting her teeth, hard, angry breaths escaping her nose.

There was nothing for it, however; she was unable to continue duking it out in her condition, but she had to do something...

On her person, she kept and array of throwing knives that served multiple purposes, such as disarmament, debilitation, distraction, or dolling out some death. She was able to procure two of them, holding them firmly between her thumbs and index fingers. With a flick of her wrists, she sent them hurtling through the air, aimed at the backs of the group of cultists.

She turned towards Biohazard afterward. "We should leave," she said, "The cops probably won't take too kindly to us, either." With that said, she retrieved the grapple off of her belt and ascended upward to the rooftops, prepared to swing her way back home to get some much-needed rest.

Today didn't feel like a victory, but she definitely learned a lot.

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With a great amount of effort, Biohazard managed to shake off the bricks from his back and stand up in time to see Arbiter depart. He wasn't letting that vigilante get away without some questions answered, though.

The activation of the grav boots took little more than a thought, and soon Biohazard was bounding from one side of the alley to the other until he got to the rooftops as well. He began to sprint toward Arbiter.

"Wait!"

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