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Cicatrix

"Torture and Espionage are my team's specialty."

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

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A group of highly specialized foot soldiers who's sole purpose is to complete the objective. They are not restricted by rules or regulations, and are simply given the order to 'Fetch'. They will complete their mission objectives by any means necessary.

Description

Icarus Fargo

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Him in the TCA-224:
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Nickname - Iggy, Icky, Trix

Codename - Cicatrix which is Latin for 'Scar' All people on his team carry a Latin Code name.

Title/Role - The Leader

Age - 25

Gender - Male

Height - 5'11"

Weight - 140lbs

Race - Caucasian

Ethnicity - Alagasan

Species - Human

Hair color - Black

Style - cropped emo?

Eye color - Genetically altered golden

Skin color - fair

Alignment - The Crucible

Occupation - Special Forces Operative

Outfit - When not in the TCA-224 he's often seen wearing a white tank top, black over coat, either jeans or black slacks and a pair of converse sneakers.

Tattoos - None Operatives are not allowed to have tattoos

Piercings - One. Every Operative is allowed to have One piercing.

Scars - None. He's really good at what he does.

Personality

Some might say that Icarus is not a pleasant individual at all... He's usually the strictly business type of guy, never one to get close to any one, unless it's part of a mission. Even then he keeps himself hidden from those he's supposed to get close to. He doesn't like to talk about himself or others and any time some one tries to talk to him he simply tunes them out... again... he's not a very pleasant individual. He prefers confrontation over conversation any day.

Sexual Preference - Pansexual

Equipment

Gear

- The Tactical Combat Armor Version 224 (TCA - 224) :: Medium combat armor with intergrated Heads Up Display, within helmet. Shows vital signs of self, team members and also shows distance between the individual, his team mates, and the Objective. The armor itself can prevent up to 60% melee damage and 78% bullet/ laser damage. Addidionally, the suit has a built in EMP shield that protects it from any electro magnetic pulses that would deactivate visuals and other operation systems within the suit itself. The suit also carries an Emergency Revival Unit, or ERU, that shocks the controller back into reality or pumps them full of adreneline of their heart rate falls below a certain number.

- Tactical Assault Rifle Version 101 (TAR - 101):: A switch rate Assault rifle with single shot, 3 round burst, and full auto settings. On the side there is a small number displaying how many rounds are left in the mag. There are 50 rounds in each magazine. There is an Underbarrel Grenade launcher which can hold flash bangs or shrapnel grenades. Along with this attachment, two more attachments can also be added. 1 barrel attachment and 1 sight attachment.

- Ares Predator Pistol version 4 (APP - 4):: A switch rate pistol with single shot or 3 round burst settings and armor piercing ammo.

- Grenades

- Tactical knife

Abilities

- Enhanced Strength :: He has additional strength than the average soldier.

- Enhanced Perception :: He can see, hear, and react quicker than most other perople.

- Enhanced Toughness :: He can endure much more pain than the average human.

Disabilities

- Mortal :: Granted he is stronger, and tougher than the average human/soldier, he is still human and can still be killed.

History

War, violence, pain, and suffering seem to be the only things that Icarus understands. He grew up in a small war torn country named Alagasa where war was essentially a way of life. When he was 10 he was drafted into the Alagasan Cadet Training program and trained to two things and two things only: To fight and win. When he was 16 he was made a private in the Alagasan marines and put onto the front lines as a field nurse. One day as he was helping the Lieutennant Surgeon with an operation their base, Base 213, had been attacked and the Surgeon killed. He and along with several other 'freshies' took up arms and did what he could to run off the enemy birds, and ground forces. They lost alot of kids, however Icarus and his new team had come out victorious.

Months after the Base 213 incident, Icarus and several others were commended and given medals for their heroism. They were also selected to join a special forces unit called 'The Crucible', which was made up of the most badass and hardened soldiers in the Alagasan military. As the years progressed and Icarus and his team soared through the ranks of The Crucible.

When he was 19, the Alagasan Empire was bombed and it was no more. The Crucible was not but a shell of what it once was. Now, the Remnants of the Crucible, lead by Icarus himself, are nothing more than a simple band of Mercs.

So begins...

Cicatrix's Story

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Icarus walked into the bar, cigarette, or what one would assume to be a cigarette, between his lips and a rather bored and disinterested look upon his face. He had just arrived in Wing City and was looking into places to set as his headquarters. However upon looking he had grown rather thirsty and hungry and found himself entering into the infamous Gambit's Bar. He looked around the place, his genetically altered golden eyes scanned the bar and saw nothing but a little girl, another female: older than the other one, and a male. From the smell of it he was smoking some sort of Narcotic. A most punishable offense in Wing City. However, that was none of Icarus' business so he simply proceeded over to the bar counter and planted himself in a stool as he ordered one of the strongest drinks on the menu along with a sandwich and some soda to get the after taste of alchohol out of his mouth when he needed to. As he awaited his order he glanced around the bar once more and then cleared his throat rather nonchalantly. "Bloody Terrans." he mumbled under his breath as he pulled a datapad from his coat pocket and began going over reports from previous missions he had submitted into the Crucible Main Computer. Reminiscing as it were.

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It seemed that a female proceeded over to him and spoke to him, fluttering her rather interestingly colored hues. However, being the hardened soldier that was Icarus he merely sniffed and looked at her with his own eyes, momentarily setting down the datapad face down so prying eyes would be unable to see what was on it. "Can I help you?" He inclined toward her and raised his eyebrow further. He wasn't really one to engage in active conversation. He was more the antisocial type, to sit in the corner and brood. However today he sat at the counter, partly because it was the closest distance between there and the bathroom just incase the food was terrible. He had that happen to him quite often. However as the girl glanced around infront of him he cleared his throat. "Can. I. Help. You?" he asked her a little more sternly.

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"Whatever." he said and rolled his eyes. Not long after, his drink and food had been brought to him. He picked up his Datapad and resumed reading it after the female had hissed at him. It seemed that he didn't really care about her having fangs. Infact there weren't many things that Icarus did care about, other than violence, gunfights. However when he still noticed that the girl was still near him he looked to her and moved his hand in a fashion that essentially told her to leave. "If you're done talking. Leave go bug some one else kid." he said and took a drag from his cig, a bite of his sandwich, and then a swig of his alchohol. Upon the sound of the... er.. whatever language that was, Icarus was already an angry individual so it wouldn't have really effected him. However he knew how to control his anger and use it as a weapon rather than just lash out at who ever was near him. Though the metallic groaning did hurt his ears a bit... To which he groaned and cleaned his ears a bit. It seemed that Gambit's lived up to it's reputation for the decadent and well.. annoying.

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It seemed that some one had stood up and went to punch Icarus. However not seconds before the punch would have connected Icarus slowly turned his head and leaned back ever so slightly to dodge said punch. "That, was stupid on your part." He said and spun around in the barstool, pulling his Tactical knife from it's place on the small of his back and move to stab the person in the ribs. Oh yes... He made a retaliation attempt, if it would have landed he would have twisted the blade then pulled it out.. "One rule. Don't Fuck with me... And you broke it." he muttered and stood from the stool. It was true... All Icarus wanted was to be left alone to go over older mission specs and this.... weirdass had to fuck that up. "However... I'm not going to fight... Due to the rules of the bar, and the police will be crawling all over this place if it continues. So... I suggest we either take this elsewhere or... conclude it here. Either way. I'm not fighting in here." He said and them oved away from the man and sat back down in a booth rather far away from the oddball of a man.

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"If you don't want to bug anyone else. I guess I'll have to oblige your request." he said with a sigh and finished his soda, alchohol, and food. He then placed a couple of credits onto the table to pay for it and moved toward the door of the bar, looking back to... whatever it was taht wanted to fight him. "You coming or not, asshole?" he asked him and then walked out, heading toward The Arena.

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It seemed that as Icarus proceeded into the arena he sighed and scratched the back of his head, gods he hated it when people picked fights with him. It was bad enough he had his team to worry about. Now he's got this asshole on his back too? Anyway as he proceeded further into the Arena, he turned around to face this... whatever he was and sniffed. "Alright, fuckface. What do you want from the likes of me? I didn't do shit to you." he said and removed his coat and tossed onto the ground.

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When the male walked passed him he seemed to incline a brow and follow. He didn't really mind the smell of death or decay. After all he had grown up in a country filled with war and death. "My name is Icarus but I am not the Icarus from greek legend. If that's what you mean. I'm Icarus Fargo, Commander of The Crucible." He said and sniffed, scratching his nose. "Now answer me. What do you want with the likes of me?" he asked him growing increasingly more annoyed. He hated it when people were vague with him and ignored his questions.

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It seemed that as the being split into two seperate ones, Icarus could only raise a brow and think of one word... "Mutant". However as the other being seemed to speak, he listened patiently and rather intently to the male and sigh. "I don't take requests. Why don't you take your puppet and go back to whatever laboratory you crawled out of? I have no business with Mutants. The Crucible only deals with Human Affairs." He said and turned, starting to walk away from the man not wanting to hear more. Not that Icarus believed in gods... but he felt this was a sort of 'deal with the devil' thing going on and he didn't want any part of it. "Find another thrall to do your bidding. I'm out of here."

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As the fire surrounded the arena it seemed that Icarus sighed and turned around. he looked to Rhemora and listened then back to Sanguine and listened to him aswell. "I have no interest in making a deal with the devil. If he knows me then that means he's obviously seen me in the past. If you're trying to suggest that he's some sort of demon or deity, then I will fall short. I believe in no such notions." He spoke and then it seemed when he was called a child a fire seemed to burn within his eyes. "Very well... I'm listening. Go on speaking about this... whatever it is you want from me." He said and crossed his arms leaning his head back to look at the stars a moment before falling back down to stare at the two.

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"The Crucible is a Humans Only organization. No Muties, immortals or weirdies. Only humans." he said and shook his head. "Besides. I'm the only senior officer in the organization. Everyone else is on equal grounds. So. If you want your little toy here to join The Crucible. You're gonna have to make him human... and mortal. Otherwise. No deal." he said and shook his head. However at the mentioning of an event that was 'sure to rock all of terra'. He continued to object. "I need this guy as much as I need another hole in my apartment. If you'll excuse me..." he said and picked up his coat and opened the datapad once more and went to reading it, practically ignoring the man right there. If it was one thing Icarus had... it was guts. He might not have been the smartest guy. But he had a lot of guts.

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"I missed the part where that's my problem. I don't really care if the planet itself is dying. If it is, me and my team is getting off of this rock and heading to the nearest garden planet. We don't do anything for anyone. Atleast not for free." he said and did his hand in the universal hand movement meaning money. He sighed and watched the vid and shrugged his shoulders. "Big fucking deal. More than one planet in the universe. I'm only here to look out for me and mine. Everyone else? Fuck 'em." He commented and then seemed to glance over to Rhemora. "This guy always like this?" He asked and then looked back to the other one. "Anyway... What makes me so special? Why not choose the Invictus? Or better yet the Terran Planetary Defense Force, or whatever it's called? They've surely gotten alot more numbers and firepower than my small 11 person team." He commented and put the datapad away.

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"What makes me so important? Other than i don't give two shits about the people or inhabitants of this rock, I mean. Why are those... whatever they are, after me? Hmm? Is it because I'm filled with so much hate and anger? Has my 'sin' affected the world so bad that hell itself is coming out? or however you want to put it?" he Inclined and went back to crossing his arms. He then looked at his watch rather impatiently and started to tap his foot lightly. "Don't tell me those dragon things are after me because of my rugged good looks either. How exactly am I going to start all of this? I haven't taken a job in almost four months.. On top of that. I just got into the country. So... There's that. Immigration issues and all of that crap." he said waving his hand and so forth rather disinterested in what either of them had to say. "My answer is... I'll think about it, now answer my questions."

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As Icarus listened to him he nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Fine... However... With... There's gonna be a couple of rules. I don't normally do rules but you? You're not human so. You get rules." he said and held up his hand holding a single finger up. "Rule one... Don't fuck with me." he started and held fingers up in sequential order as he spoke. "Rule two: You do what I say, when I say. Rule three: No Magical bullshit unless i say you can use it. Other than that... If you can handle a gun, you can do anything else you want." he said and then started to walk out of the arena. "I'm still looking for an HQ, so for now we'll have our meetings at Gambit's." He explained and then pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and lit one up.

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"Well... as a Formality I would request that you go to the Gambit's Hotel on the fourth floor, up to room d-12, and grab yourself a set of TCA-224 armor... please.... I'd like my people to match when they're in combat. While you're there grab a pistol or somethin'. If you need me I'll be in the bar. Putting up Recruitment fliers... or... something I don't know. I've never recruited anyone before." he shrugged and left the Arena Heading back toward's Gambit's bar.

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It seemed that Icarus had arrived at his small suite a few moments later and rasied a brow when he proceeded in. "THat was fast." He said and moved to go sit on the couch. "Make yourself at home if you want. I usually spend most of my time down in the bar itself anyway." He commented before he glanced over at all of the weapons and such he had brought with him when he had come into the country. "You need a code name..." He said and thought a moment. "Your code name will be Pravus." he nodded to him and opened a drawer in the coffee table before him and tossed Rhemora an earpiece. "So we can keep tabs on one and other. Call me old fashioned but I prefer hardware rather than psychic ability."

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Icarus descended the steps of gambits and entered into the bar itself. "Guess I should start putting up recruitment fliers or some shit..." He groaned to himself and looked a single flier he had printed up in his apartment and went over to the Gambit's Bulletin board and pinned it up there. "Now Recruiting: The Crucible Mercenary Co. Contact Icarus Fargo in Gambit's Bar." Was what the flier read and after that job being done he went to go sit down at the bar counter and order himself a few rounds of Tequila as he waited for people to walk up to him askign for recruitment. Not that he really cared, but aparently some asshole dude wanted him to recruit people for some sort of Event. And aparently that event payed big time, so why not. More money in his pocket. "Now I play the waiting game." he mumbled to himself as he downed his first shot.

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Icarus was not rediculously dressed at all... infact he was wearing his civilian clothing, a simple coat, with a tank top, jeans and some rather nice shoes. How was that ridiculously dressed? Anyway, as he saw said portal appear near him he raised a brow at the person speaking. "What do you think it is? It's a mercenary company. Crucible was the name of the Special Forces Unit of the Alagasan Empire. However not too long ago, they were destroyed... I'm the remnant of the Crucible. But instead of being special forces... I've been reduced to mercenary work." he said as he looked to, well who ever was asking him such a question. "You wanna join?" He inclined with a raised brow. Though.. she hardly seamed the type to become a mercenary. He was asking her more as a joke than anything else.

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"No. I don't, and I'm not impressed by all of your smoke and mirrors." He spoke to her and downed his second shot of Tequila. Oh yes he was not impressed at all. Not one bit. "If you're talking communication wise, I have two way radios... and damage wise... I have bullets, and getting from point A to point B? I have an APC for that. So... Again. Not really impressed by your little... thing you have going on." He said sniffing and galncing around the bar once more. He noticed that some one had torn down his recruitment flier. Looked like he was gonna have to make another one. "besides. I was just asking you as a joke. You don't seem like the combat type. Beat it." he said flicking a thumb over his shoulder, motioning for her to leave him alone.

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It seemed that some one else had decided to approach him... One who was rather elven to boot... Not every day that Icarus met an elf. As the man seemed to approach him, leaving his weapon behind. Smart move. He turned his head toward this elf and rasied a brow. "You look like you can handle a gun. You looking for a job, mate? Crucible could use a guy like you. I mean... that is if you can handle a gun." he mentioned and looked the man over. He certainly looked like he could handle himself in a fight... however.. Icarus was looking for more... 'modern-ish' soldiers. But again if this guy could be willing to be trained to use a gun, all would be well.

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"I'll think about it. Until I come up with a decision, just tell the Bartender-bots that anything you buy is on me. I'd like to see you in action before I make a decision. Though... not tonight. Maybe tomarrow or something. I've got alot on my mind right now." he said and stretched his arms above his head then went to down his third shot of Tequila and held his hand out to Strahga for a hand shake. "I'll get a rifle from my stock tomarrow and we'll see how you do with it, tomarrow of course. I'd also like to see how you do with that shiny scythe of yours."