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Falon

My hunt will not end until his life does.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheEclips3

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Name: Falon Darkpaw
Alias: Bisin
D.O.B:5/17/2009
D.O.M:1/3/2010
Serial#:1659273
Experiment#:5
Species:Genetically altered Dire Wolf
General: Created to combat Weapon 1

Personality

Inquisitive and decisive. Acts on instinct and without hesitation. Never takes on a target without priority. Still in contact with manufacturing lab.

Equipment

Skeletal structure reinforced with a thin layer of titanium, bones and marrow hardened. 2 blade-like horns jutted from just behind his ears about 6 inches in length. Joints and tendons installed with trigger enhancers, allowing for quicker movement and reaction speed. Tail tipped with a "scorpion" like stinger that secretes a neurotoxin capable of incapacitating even the most hardened of warriors and creatures as large as a small dragon within moments.

History

1659273 was created as a prime directive to eradicate the AWOL experiment. Number #1, "Satanity". Abducted from wild life at a young age as most of the creatures of this experiment, he was 'programmed' to obey direct orders convened through a neurotransmitter installed within his brain. The first experiment without true free will. Givin the name Bisin he was under the order of experiments #2 and #3. Eradicate and Annihilative. His second directive is to hunt a less dangerous, but AWOL as well, experiment, #4, Butane. Nicknamed "The ghost wolf."

So begins...

Falon's Story

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Falon shrugged, which was an odd sight to see a wolf do. "I was following the trail of an AWOL unit, which led me to this place, as well as several blood stains around this place. And this is where it fell cold." His eyes didn't leave hers. "Many patrons of the bar have been uncooperative in offering assistance. So I decided, since his blood was here. He would be back for revenge..."

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Falon tilts his head towards the woman in front of him, that had suddenly grown very silent. Silver eyes peered her over, "Are you alright?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman.

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Falon sighed and shook his head, Go figure, no help. He let loose an audible growl and turned back towards the fireplace. Oversized tail whipped back with a rather soundly crack into the wood of a post. "Thank you for your advice." She spoke calmly. Though his frustration was beginning to show more and more recently. He flattened his ears back, the two blade-like horns on the back of his head becoming visible in this moment. With audits laid against his skull he glared into the fire. Releasing a huffy sigh.

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Falon enters the bar. His nose to the ground. A very, very familiar scent filled his nostrils. He growled softly and looked around the room. He didn't see him anywhere. Not in a dark corner. Not hiding in the shadows waiting to pounce. How can he be so unlucky to follow the stench of this monster and never find his true location. He attempted to follow the scent only to run into a roadblock. The patrons of the bar began to mask the scent. Damn. He ran towards the backdoor and looked into the alley. Blast, nothing.

The one dubbed 'Bisin' released a growl of frustration and headed back towards the front door of the bar. If his target had been here, it appeared he was long gone now.

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Falon came to a stop at the door. Looking down at the ground he caught a scent, what was this? Blood? He lifted his paw and looked at the pads, a dark crimson staining them. He leaned down and sniffed, It was... This was Satanity's blood. Had he been wounded here again and fled? Falon looked back towards the bar, where was that bastard.

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Falon growls softly and stalks back towards the center of the bar. Finding the source of the blood which was no upon his paw. Sniffing at the small pool, and whats this, the blood of another? He growled audibly as he licked the blood from the floor. "Satanity..." His soft voice growled, "Your blood shall be mine. I shall end your reign of tyranny." He said quietly. Looking around the bar for anyone who might seem, interested in his situation. Or anyone who might know where this blade came from.

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Falon laughed softly, "I will be back. In a few hours." He looked towards the door as a howl could be heard from some distance away, somewhere outside the city. He glanced back towards the tender, "Perhaps if you are here when I return. You might be the first to offer me worthwhile assistance." The wolf smiled, again, odd to see a wolf do. He bowed his head politely and turned to head from the bar, into the city, and towards the outskirts. His headquarters had new information concerning this particular case.

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Falon slipped into the bar late night. Unlike many of his kind he didn't enter the establishment with growls. Oh no, he entered it with a purpose. He now had conformation that his target had been in the vicinity. Now he just needed to wait. He knew that bastard would be back at some point. He ruffled his mane, shaggy fur showed off about six blades in total, starting from behind his ears, then going into hiding within his fur at his shoulder blades and the center of his back. His fur was black, not much of a contrast to the bloodstained surface of his target. However his eyes were a bright shining blue tonight.

'Bisin' walked towards the outside edge of the bar and found a hiding place, within the shadows, but not backed into a corner or cubby. He had a purpose. And it was coming to light.

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Falon maneuvered his gaze about the room. There had to be someone.... Bisin walked over to a corner of the room and raised his paw to the side of his head. Anybody close enough would hear an audible beep. But not the wolves words, "You've located the contact number for detective Randin?" He was still and completely silent for a moment. His organization had many connections. "If you can make it work. Send him my description and location. He needs to know he has an ally."

Falon had heard many rumors recently. And they disturbed him greatly.

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Falon turned with a hearty sigh towards the bar, lowering his head he walked towards the fireplace. Bright blue eyes glanced around the room at the patrons who currently resided within. Doubtful any of them knew of his target he placed his body upon the floor in front of the fireplace. Taking a deep breath he would smile, laughing inwardly, "This is where that boy usually sits." He would say aloud as he shook his head. "I hope Satanity never targets him..." His words remained audible as he spoke, and very serious. Falon had begun to worry about not only the patrons of this bar but this city as well.

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Falon released a deep breath as he closed his eyes. His fur was not blood stained, in fact it was well kept. And some electronic device seemed to be attached to his right ear, as well as a visible tattooed serial number. The aura and air about this particular canine seemed... almost professional. Bright blue eyes opened to stare within the flame. Sniffing once more at the blood upon his paw that he had stumbled upon on the floor of this establishment just hours prior. It was definitely Satanity's, but apparently when he had arrived Satanity had already vanished.

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Falon went from laying, half curled. To immediately on his feet. The time it seemed it took this creature to respond was but an instant, scorpion like tail hid behind his body. Remaining low to the grown and not moving, so as not to scare a potential source of information, "You have seen him?" Falon moved forwards towards the man, hesitating before he got too close. He didn't want to seem intrusive, "I've only heard from ilk that he has been here, and only spotted his scent and blood but twice. But with a cunning creature like him. It is hard to verify his location, knowing his goal." Falon realized he had jumped into information without finding out what this person knew first. He lowered his head and growled at himself. Shaking his head before turning back towards this 'mage'. "I speak hastily. I have been on this for over a year now so you must forgive my urgency."

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Falon listened with ready ears. "This detective, I've heard his name from some of the city. You can verify that he is Number One's target?" His ears twitched, glancing around the bar, "Would you be able to setting up a meeting between this Randin and I? If Satanity is targeting him, than I fear I am the best ally he can have at this moment." He growled softly, "As for this... Legion you speak of. I shall inform my commander, and let the rest of the ABTF take care of the situation."

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Falon nodded affirmatively, "I thank you patron. It would be best if you see him and I in the same room.. to vacate. For I cannot tell what will happen. I must report to headquarters." He bowed his head in offer of thanks to this mage who had confirmed Satanity's location. "If you ever need anything from me. Do not hesitate to ask."

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Falon slips into the bar, having taken a few nights off from his hunt of his prey, since he had valid conformation of the wolf's presence in the area. Now.. it was a waiting game. But not only that, he had heard from a patron of the bar just who exactly Satanity was after. It would appear there were a pair of officers who had an altercation with his less than lovable 'sibling'. Gray eyes scanned the patrons of the bar. None of them matched the description.

Falon gave a soft huff and stalked towards the fireplace. Finding a warm area to curl up his ears remained alert. Listening to the conversation of the young couple that had just entered the building.

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Falon took in a deep breath. His ears twitching at the conversation between the couple. Sure, most of the patrons of the bar couldn't hear them. Falon could, his gaze shifted towards the man who was talking to the apparent band member. His scent was odd, almost like that of a wolves. The bar was quiet, well, quieter than it had been in the past days when Bisin had made his way to it.

Closing his eyes he remained curled up in front of the fireplace. Exhaling the deep breath that he appeared to have held for quite some time.

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Falon flicked his ears to the side, and then back. Listening to the boy and girl continue to bicker and talk. Though he was probably the only one that could hear the male while using his soft tone. This was an interesting conversation indeed. And should someone decide to attack the pair. They would find themselves facing an unknown adversary. His tail flipped back and fourth a few times. Head remained upon his fore-legs as he took in another deep breath and released what sounded like a canine sigh.

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Falon stalks into the bar, head low, and green eyes scanning each patron. At the sight of Ipecac he simply huffed. Narrowing his gaze, He'd have to keep an eye on that creature. On all fours the massive dire wolf made his way around the outskirts of the bar. Nine foot tail tipped with the needle-like poison engorged weapon was kept low to the ground, so no... accidents happened.

The genetically altered creation found its way to a rather large table, and curled up beneath it. Emerald hues watching the patrons intently. Falon almost appeared to be in a very bad mood.

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Falon laid with his head on his paws. Eyes open and alert. And that was quite obvious by his ears, pointed forwards. Turning this way and that as he listened to each individual patron. 'Level fifteen? What was that woman speaking about?', the thought passed through Falon's mind. He sighed, laying his ears down, the six inch horns on the back of his head, as well as two more just above his shoulder blades became visible.

His eyes remained half open, his tail curled around his front, and almost completely back around to the other side of the massive beast.

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Falon barks loudly to break the silence.

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Falon chuckles and curls back into a ball, listening to the bustle of the bar.

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Falon stood from beneath the table he had laid. As he did he 'accidentally' bumped the table. He kepts his green eyes on the man with the scythe. But made no hostile motions, or actions. Which was obvious because that dangerous tail of his was still held low to the floor, he wandered around the outside edge, towards the fireplace. He chuckled again, looking up at Susan on the ceiling.

Falon[ wasn't going anywhere.

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Falon pounces from the corner towards Susan, issuing a massive roar followed by another loud bark. He was having fun teasing the poor dragon woman.

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Falon growled at the sight of the weapon aimed towards him. But payed it no further mind since it seemed to defuse quickly. He looked with a smile towards Susan, who was now unconscious on the floor. He chuckled and headed back over to the fireplace. Curling up in front of it.