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Night Dawson

A professional assassin, only works for big name employers who can give him a large paycheck "It's not personal, it's just business"

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

Description

Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Synthetic Human


Height: 6 feet 5 inches
Weight: 201 LBS
Hair: Black
Eyes: Ocean Blue


Clothing:
Mercenary Custom Loadout: Kevlar Vest covering the chest and stomach, outfitted with a collar to protect the neck as well, protective elbow and knee pads made of a synthetic rubber and plastic for protection against the shock of a fall
Black trenchcoat reaching down to the bottom of Night's body, barely revealing his feet
Black leather gloves
Black steel-toe boots

Weapons:
SW50 50. Caliber Sniper Rifle
Smith & Wesson Model 500
Items:
Augmented Reality Sunglasses - Sunglasses providing an AR HUD for the user

Skills:-
Highly trained in Hand to Hand combat,weapons handling, and ballistics

Weaknesses:
His acute and presumptuous nature makes it easy to underestimate his opponent(s)

So begins...

Night Dawson's Story

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Night strutted into the bar and scanned it, searching for his querry. He took in every single detail, making absolutely sure he missed nothing before coming to the conclusion they were not present in the area. "Godamnit" he mumbled quietly, he felt very slightly frustrated at the vague details his employer gave him as to how to locate his target's whereabouts within the city. He decided to for once take a break and relax, something he almost never does, while he is inside the bar. He walks to the nearest table and takes a seat, lighting a cigar and sticking it into his mouth, he sat there puffing his smoke in an attempt to finally relax.

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Character Portrait: Flynn the Volitale Character Portrait: Makthus Character Portrait: Celia Ichor Character Portrait: Night Dawson
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Makthus eyes quickly almost unnoticeable glances over the new customer before once again focusing on Flynn "How... Fascinating!" A wide smile appears on his face as he rests one of his hands onto his sword "Soo this Thane, worm, thingy" He gently waves his hands towards Flynn's neck "What exactly is it? I haven't seen much manners of creatures like that"

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Flynn took a deep breath as Thane fed off her implant to digest its meal. Her head darted to the newcomer then made a quick scan around the room. Whatever the worm had eaten absent any obvious angry glances she would figure it wasn't fingers.

Her digitigrade feet clacked the talon toe every so often as she sat on her haunches near Makthus out of the burning light. Over flat black eyes her nictitating lens flicked over before her blue-veined black irises were in view. She still shaded her eyes from the light outside with a hand as she spoke, ♪We make a Thane from hairworms in Losthome. Nothing is native to Losthome but we think they are as old as the mind of Grandfather Teeth that makes all false things in that space. They carve all Underworks littered about Grandfather Teeth's mind not just the new ones!♪

Pantomimed with a pinch she explains, ♪The worms are made of small motes each a creature of mind. My implant anchors them to my mind to keep them fed. Thane make good multitools so we reachers suffer them.♪

A perverse pleasure of the truly unknown her blue-feathered crest rises with a toothy grin, ♪Wherever they live it is unfit for life! Some of their tunnels scrape the living clean with great thunder!♪

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He kept his guard up constantly, his acute ears picking up the sounds of conversation among the bar's patrons, if he focused on one voice he could hear the conversations being had clearly, as if he were right next to the person themselves. He decides to listen to Flynn's words. After he heard the three sentences he wondered how strange the world could truly get. He attempts to signal for a waiters attention, feeling slightly impatient and unnerved being in a public place like this where any person in the room could be out for their blood. "Hurry up" he mumbled under his breath.

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Makthus smile widened as he listened to Flynn, Surely he had a hard time with some of the sentences still, he though he understood most of it.

He scratched the slight stubble on his chin "So these worms are more or less your means of attack and such, a multitool! And in return you keep it alive... in, some way...?"

He knew that the newcomer had something going, Well most people in Gambit''s have something going, He is an addition to those people, Still anyone that know anything about Wing City know not to start a fight in Gambit's. So he enjoyed his conversation with the interesting critter

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Thane pushed across an egress in one of her lung sacs. It was a feeling reachers got used to once they were mind-bound to one of the worms. She shuffled straightening for the lump that crawled up her throat. Brow furrowed off-center of Makthus Flynn put two fingers up so he knew to hold a minute.

The worm emerged like an open-ended tongue from Flynn's throat after opening her mouth. Flynn coughed and added, ♪A weapon? No, that caste is the Far and Deep! I am fire support sometimes. We know the Thane shelter in large rocks in the other side of their Underworks into Losthome. Some of the larger ones in Losthome can talk. The implant makes us their large rocks and our mind is their food. They don't take more power than is safe.♪

The worm orbits around Flynn's head to look at Makthus as a moving ring down its length pushes wetness onto the floor. The two pointed ears solidify from small gysers of dust on one end. The swirling bumps on each four maw vanes on both ends gave a feeling of observation to Makthus should he be sensitive to psionics.

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He was legitimately stunned seeing what appeared to be a worm crawl out a persons throat and peeking outside their mouth, he decided to tear his eyes away from the scene, still keeping his ears focused on the conversation, intrigued by the strange happenings within. He decided it would be safe if he discreetly moved his hand to his guns, so he did so, positioning it right next to the holster for one of his two revolvers, he does a quick scan to see if anyone noticed the move, taking in even the slightest movements to determine if there was any sign of hostility.

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Makthus continued smiling wide towards Flynn listening closely to her explanation, He did not seem shocked in the slightest by Thane

He then slightly tilted his head, Diverting his eyes and smile clearly towards Night. His gaze didn't seem hostile, yet there was no sign of warmth or remorse, he raised one of his eyebrows towards him carefully shaking his sword before again looking towards Flynn

"So I suppose this Thane has some kind of Psionic power? He feeds of your mental prowess and in return provides you his services?"

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Character Portrait: Flynn the Volitale Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Makthus Character Portrait: Celia Ichor Character Portrait: Night Dawson
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Gambit's Bar, never more was there more a hive of scum and villainy. This was the narrative that the Empire had impressed upon young Claire Hanley as she pushed the doors open to the bar and set foot inside. On shore leave once more, she opted to frequent this establishment as they tended to serve the more obscure liquors, including those commonly found across the Empire.

She straightened her uniform, smoothing the creases and surveying the crowded interior. Hanley smirked, tossing some red locks out of her eyes, throwing them behind her ears as she stepped inside the bar.

"So much interesting things going on in here." She said, surveying the patrons of the bar, while letting her slender right hand rest on the disruptor pistol holstered securely to a polished black leather belt which was worn around her waiste.

The uniform itself was a light blue, bearing the crest of the United Aschen Empire's Imperial Defense force, a highly recognize able uniform and emblem to those familiar with Terra's past.

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He notices the stranger, tracking their every movement, his head following them, He scanned them up and down, noticing the pistol and the uniform most out of anything. "Great, a cop" He muttered, slightly less than satisfied at their appearance, he kept a close eye on their pistol as he watched them sit. He made sure to absolutely stay on his guard now, not sure what to expect now that they have arrived.

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Flynn nodded at Makthus as Thane stopped in mid-circle to look at him. The crest feathers bobbed as she talked, ♪Powers of the mind? yes. My kind do not have those powers but we make good wellsprings of mind for the Hairworms. I have rituals and natural magics to use anyway.♪

Her traveler whispered attention to Flynn for the female Far and Deep that came in to name her strongly of the caste. The long saurid head tracked the uniformed woman's markings on her way in to remember them but decided not to say anything. Far and Deep didn't like to be interrupted. She sometimes envied the humans since their eyeballs moved but subtlety wasn't her strong point anyway.

She pointed her head to Makthus's blade for a moment, ♪You are a Far and deep? Ah your word... warrior? Less official than the other one I think. What do you do?♪

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Makthus tracked Flynn's gaze towards the newly arrived female in Wich he whistled slowly "Haha, All this is just spelling out trouble..."

Upon hearing Flynn's question Makthus actually seemed sincerely suprised for the first time upon their meeting "Oh well... I suppose warrior is pretty good explanation for what I do, unfortunately my little lizard-like friend, I can't talk about my job like this" He strokes his slight stubble again

"Now, There are some figures that I consider a little interesting, Should we go and say Hi?"

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Fluted notes are stronger from her with wide slit eyes, ♫Trouble leads to good finds to bring back to the twitch! The twitch talk as much as I do but I don't see anyone for eighty wakings at a time. I need some time away from Losthome anyway before I end up under age of majority! It's a good vacation to meet interesting Far and Deep!♫

Off her haunches and upright Thane crash-lands onto the side of her head to murky amorphous cloud. Thane sprouts one maw end from the ichorous mass to look on with smooth drifting from atop its home. Flynn looks up at Makthus and Thane does so as well, ♪ A warror that can't say? Do you get in trouble often then, Makthus the Interesting? Thane thinks everyone here is trouble but I'd hate to ruin the Reacher's reputation by not going in headfirst! Lead on and I will follow.♪

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Makthus smiled wide, In fact he smiled much wider than previously "How fun! Meeting someone who is also a fan of getting themselves into trouble" He took one quick step to the side before turning back to Flynn "My name is Makthus, Happy meeting you"

He then stormed away in the direction of Night and Claire without waiting for an answear, His footsteps were heavy against the floor as he walked with determined steps, He was not trying to hide the fact that he was approaching them

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He tightened his grip on his revolver, noticing the stranger known as "Makthus" storming towards him. "Here we go" he muttered under his breath. He hated killing people he wasn't contracted to kill, but sometimes these things are unpreventable. He kept his head staring at his table, one eye focused on Makthus as he walked, ready to fire at a moments notice.

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Admiral Hanley hadn't moved from her spot as she watched the interior of the bar. Strange creatures and individuals and creatures alike piqued the Imperial officer's interest, but only for a moment.

Claire was taken slightly aback by Makthus' brash approach, but her eyes were on the revolver while Night readied himself. Her own right hand found itself around the stock of her Type 23 Disruptor pistol, her thumb graced the power switch and the weapon let out an audible whine as it powered up, but she didn't remove it from the holster.

Instead her brown eyes narrowed slightly, while her stance shifted slightly. Generally heavily armed individuals didn't approach an officer of the Fleet unless they intended to either start trouble, or attack them. She remembered the bulletins that Imperial officers were coming under attack here.

"Can.. I help you?" She asked, eyes on Mathus, but also on Night and his revolver, she would be ready to act in a moment's notice.

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Head level and tail flat to the floor Flynn curves behind Makthus with clacks of her outsized toe talons on the floor. Her third eyelid slipped across her iris just before bending around Makthus' knees. Protection pulls away to flat black eyes again that changes her vision from painfully blown out lights to thermal hues. Most especially any blue blobs obscured by thin clothing near to bright hands. Her head looked between hips of warrior and officer asThane clacks its four mouth vanes. Astride her head it tastes puffs of tense air. In her head shows strange assessments from Thane of a line of dismantling words and a circle of impatent meteors. Flynn wasn't good at puzzling out the worm's mental metaphor but neither seemed friendly objects.

She flutes quietly from below Makthus, ♪Blue blots of hostile metal! Does everyone greet you this way here?♪

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He kept a close eye on the officer and Makthus, he could tell danger surrounded him from all sides. Luckily he was trawined for this situation but he was hoping things didn't come to that. He made sure to attempt a single with his thumb at the officer, showing them the weapon was on Safety, and he meant no harm unless harm came to him. He now really regrets coming into this place, yet he remains silent. (Eclaire hainley is in the post too, but not tagged because of things that happened 0-0)

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On his way towards the two figures Makthus snapped up a glass containing some sort of green liquid seemingly out of nowhere. He then raised the drink upon reaching them "Well! I've has worse welcomes..."

He glanced around him checking if Flynn followed him, and yes, his smile continued as he noticed her. He then took a small sip from the glass "You know... I wouldn't really suggest starting a firefight in here..." He motions his hand towards both the guns "Lots of people in here have much bigger ones, and like to use them much more.."

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Hanley made a frown at Makthus regarding his comment about others having bigger guns. Her hand moved away from her weapon carefully as she replied.

"People who know what this uniform stands for tend to stay their weapons, considering the fate that would await them should they gun me down." She said, letting her hands rest on the table, arms akimbo, right foot planted slightly behind the left food, in a somewhat bladed stance with her weapon facing away from Night and Makthus.

"Fleet Admiral Claire Hanley, United Aschen Empire's Imperial Defense Force." She said, looking to the bartender.

"I'm not here to cause trouble, I only came for a drink."