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Pandemic

Terrorist.

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

Description

Physical Description
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Appearance
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: Tanish, white.
Body type: Muscular

Unique Features: Set of specially crafted arms- usually skin tone, but formed from a semi-liquid metal.

Name
Unknown.

Nickname(s)
Pandemic

Race
Unknown

Visual Age
Late 20s to Low 30s

Factual Age
Unknown


Gender
Male


Sexual Orientation
Unknown

PERSONALITY

Personality Description
Cool, calm. One would think Pandemic a fitting business man, his way of talking draws in an audience, wrapping them in whatever he wishes. To the outside world he appears an intelligent and well spoken gentleman- inside he is rotten. A monster.


Quirks
-High I.Q.
-Problem with authority.
-Charismatic.

Fears
-Though he will never admit it he has a nagging fear of losing his mind, losing his edge. He fears the ravages of age that could one day tear away his keen brain.

Goal
Terror. The primary mission is to bring the galaxy to it's knees in terror.

Strengths
-Force of Will.
-Self Preservation.
-Silver tongue.
-Savant I.Q.

Weaknesses
-Anger issues.
-Trouble blending in.
-Relies on his team more than he would like.

EQUIPMENT

Abilities & Skill & Combat Rating


Clothing/Armor
A simple pressed suit. Expensive looking, and nice.

Combat Prowess
Even out of his suit he is a master of several forms of armed and unarmed combat- most learned while captive on various planetary prisons. A brutal and efficient fighter he is not one to ignore a weakness or blind-spot.

Abilities
Unknown. Pandemic is a private person. He has shown resistance to Psi based attempts and survived conditions that would have left a lesser man as ashes. It is unknown what he is able to do.

Skills
Command: His orders have a way of not being ignored, even those not in his group find themselves reacting to his tone.
Timing: Years of watching body movements and living in the darkest prisons have granted him perfect timing in combat- what one moment looks like an opening the next is revealed to be a clever trap.
Luck: Inhumanly lucky, it is almost as if he is touched by the Fates- Money is found, problems solved through outside forces, he is never sick and has a strange way of always being in just the right place at the right time.

Augmentations/Mutations
Borg-Tech: A successful hit that doesn't kill him negates the next same attack preformed later. A sub-dermal implant, a learning shield system. Has a memory of two hours.
Crima Claws: FRom the shoulder down his arms have been replaced with a form of semi-liquid metal. Controlled through neural implants and able to form any melee weapon that comes to mind. Able to harden.
Guyver- Bio-Boosting power armor. Stored within the body.
Legion- A mass of symbiotes, cloned and injected into Pandemic. Carnage, Venom, Scorn, Lasher, Phage, Mayhem, Payback, Agony and a few unknown.

Stats (40 pts max; 1-3 normal human, 4-6 enhanced 7-10 superhuman)
STRENGTH: 8
WILLPOWER: 7
AGILITY: 6
DEXTERITY: 4
TOUGHNESS: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 10


HISTORY


Bio/History
WIP

So begins...

Pandemic's Story

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Pandemic A smirk, shake of the head and the man stepped closer. "No, my friend. You couldn't. But that is fine. I am not here to see whose dick is bigger. No, I am here to talk of all the glorious fires you are going to start. I represent a group of...people, people with a goal to rend this world, and others like it. For too long people like you, people like me...have been pushed about, called freak. Monster."

He shrugged and let a small ripple of something...wrong along under the skin of his face, seeing it would bring to mind worms or something moving in a corpse. "We are The Loose Ends, and we are about to set this plane to burn."

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Pandemic "My pets, they seem hungry still. I should have read the instruction manual before injecting all them into myself. Hindsight, twenty-twenty they say.." he shrugged and rolled his neck slightly, a small pop of vertebrae shifting.. followed by a wet sound as something moved under his skin unseen, something large.

"We are no cult. Just a group with a common cause. There are beings, Gods some say, that exist in a plane separate from this one. We are going to let one of them out. Or all of them. Who knows." a laugh, with a small gesture of the hands as if to say 'who cares'. "The end result will be the same either way. First thing is first. How would you like a new arm?"

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Pandemic A nod, he could respect that logic. Mose seemed to be fine one-armed, who was Pandemic to try to push something unwanted on him. Visions of an industrial shear mounted as a arm danced in his head- maybe he could talk Dorotea into losing an arm or something. Oh well. "My pets.. yes. There are quite a few of them in here. I paid a man with a chemistry set to brew up a few hundred clones of the deadliest symbiotes in the universe...and then I injected them in my neck, quite against his instructions not to do so. Hurt. I bled a lot. But we are getting along wonderfully now."

He let one peek out, quite a sight to see a small black eye open up in his cheek, looking about it seemed to lock it's gaze on Mose before retracting. Not a mark remained in the man's flesh.

"They think you should join us; I agree." he smiled and extended his hand, the correct one to allow for a shake- he paid attention, awkward moments with a one-armed man must be pretty common though.

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Pandemic "Stand down. He wants to play." Seemingly said to no one at all, Pandemic spoke into an implanted Vox Caster in his throat, half a block away a sniper nodded and began putting his weapon away. Pandemic was no fool- he had been ready should Mose want to play rough. A twenty millimeter anti-air round through the head was a quick way to end an argument. "You understand, never come to a party without a wingman."

Shaking the hand and releasing, for a moment Mose would feel what felt like small ripples across Pandemic's palm- the creatures wanted to say hi. "Now. Down to business. You will meet with a member of our club, she will find you, don't worry. She will have your welcome gift- and your map. Yeah, yeah.. old fashioned, but hey. I like parchment paper. We will be targeting pre-planned locations to cause the most chaos as possible. You will work with a team- Dorotea, our screen, Cee-Fer, our explosive expert and at times I'll tag along to keep you kids out of trouble."

He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small black cube, pressing on select spots he displays the time. "I am going to leave now. In a few minutes I suggest you do the same.. this alley will be filled with an acidic fog in about ten minutes. I hate homeless people."

The setting changes from Dead End to Wing City Town Square

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The well dressed man strode into the square, chewing on a bagel. His new pets seemed to keep his metabolism in a state of chaos, at times forcing him to eat several thousand calories in a single sitting- yet they kept the weight off, so it was all good. Though they had a taste for...exotic fare. Human flesh was a favorite. He seemed to be chatting with an invisible person as he walked and ate, talking animatedly with absolutely no one nearby. Was he mad?

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"Things go well, I have two agents in place, with a set time table. Shortly the first bomb will detonate, followed by a second larger blast that will draw attention from the first. While the idiots scramble to put out two fires I will light a third..and remove the hospital from the board. With no where for the sick and injured to go...well, the chaos will be beautiful." he smiled, and took another bite of bagel.

The setting changes from Wing City Town Square to Wing City Hospital

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Just on time a black car rolls up to the scene and parks on the edge of the disaster zone- it's rear window rolling down. Pandemic looks out, wearing a pair of sunglasses to keep the fire's light from his eyes. "Well, now. That IS something. Firebug did good. Have to reward that boy somehow."

Pandemic opened the door, and stepped from the car- Mose might need a hand, plus...his pets were hungry.

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He extended a hand out towards Mose, and the other towards the car- twin black tendrils of mass sliding out to first grasp the man, then open the car door and help him towards the vehicle. "Keep it running...this won't take long."

The man removed his shirt...and allowed the symbiotes to flow outward..covering him in an inky film. The parentage of the cloned beings shown in the massive maw full of fangs and razor sharp talons. Venom, Carnage and many others went into the creation of this hybrid- Legion. "We will make this as fast...and painful as we can."

The beast strode into the rubble, and let loose a primal roar...

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Legion lets loose a second bellow and charges through the wreckage, swinging it's powerful arms to clear debris from it's path. It picked a direction at random, but as fate would have it he was headed towards the least damaged area- the place with the most survivors. The feasting would be grand, unless someone stepped in. Already the monster was closing in, moving at an impressive pace, given the rubble and such spread about.

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Live meat. Perfect. The being swings a backhand outward to meet the blade, for a moment the symbiote pulling back to reveal Pandemic's own arm- the liquid metal limb simply clanging against the blade's edge. The other arm would then thrust outward towards the attacker's chest in what looks like an open palmed push. Unlike a normal palm-strike however Pandemic's extending hand is suddenly covered in far more mass, as each finger grows into a separate symbiote creature, each with slashing claws and snapping jaws. Legion was comprised of hundreds of clones...each one was hungry for flesh. Nightcrawler was in trouble.

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No worries man, take your time.

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Turning as the mutant flew through the air overhead, the beast was ready with a swinging backhand, using it's momentum from the swift turn and it's weight to drive the blow with massive force backing it. The blow would impact into Kurt's center with devastating consequences should the nimble fighter not dodge fast enough- this would mean having to ditch his new toy, as it's weight would just slow him down. For something this strong, Legion was fast as hell. Pandemic had other tricks up his sleeves as well, should the monsters not prove enough to drive away the blue freak. Time would tell...

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The beast laughed out loud at the feeble kick sent it's way. It had smashed through solid stone and massive chunks of rubble to get here, and Kurt thought a kick was going to be a viable attack? As soon as the foot made contact Legion snatched outward to snag the leg- sure, Kurt could teleport away, but that would only delay the inevitable outcome. The monster would get ahold of him at some point, when he was tired...then it was going to eat his face. Unless he ran away and left the survivors to die. It was a hard choice. If Legion seized the leg it was going to do like The Hulk did to Loki in The Avengers; smash him into the ground over and over until he was paste...then eat him. There would only be a moment for Nightcrawler to choose- Him or Them.

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Still gripping the leg of the man, Legion attempted to yank downward- his weight already an opposing factor against Kurt's grip. "What's wrong, boy? Knock something loose with all that smashing?"

It's free hand would extend towards the building's remains and fire off a few tendrils, that would bite into the structure and form anchors. If they fell Legion wouldn't go far. Kurt would just poof off again...but the monster was not planning on letting go anytime soon. "Why don't we settle this with both feet on the ground, blueberry?"

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There was a sharp beep, as a Vox Message sounded- "Whoop. I gotta take this, hold on kid." Pandemic calmly presses a section of his throat, releasing the kid's foot in the process. It was urgent. "Well, shit, Blueberry..we are gonna have to postpone your funeral. I have shit to do."

So saying this the beast yanks itself away, and vanishes from sight as it crawls through a crack...only to leap free on the other side of the building moments later, landing near the car. A wet sound fills the air as the symbiotes withdraw. "Well, road trip. We gotta go to the Hollow for stage two."

He slides into the driver's seat...and sped off.

The setting changes from Wing City Hospital to Wing City Plaza

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As the fires burn, and the still trapped survivors moan in pain...fliers fall from the sky. Each a proclamation of war..

We Are The Loose Ends.
We Form The Noose That Will Strangle This World.
In Chaos We Serve.
This Is Only The Beginning.



Where the sheets came from, was a mystery...but the message was clear...things were only going to get worse.

The setting changes from Wing City Plaza to Verinotte Square

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Well.

This was something.

Dorotea sighed softly as first a knock sounded on the door, then someone chose to simply kick the thing in. Rude people. She shrugged and pressed a point in her throat, activating her Vox Caster, speaking the code words needed to bring aid. See, Pandemic had thought things through, he knew there was bound to be hiccups along the way- he knew Dorotea got bored at times, and got into trouble, so he had placed certain...safeguards in to his plans. "Make it Rain."

Descorp had once been an ally of the vampires, supposedly, and in the time they stayed here they introduced an option- Take a shot, Enjoy the sun. No one questioned this gift horse...so they lined up by the hundreds. Each one taking a shot, that at first was a boon, it allowed the vampires to walk the day again- they no longer had to fear fire, and a few other small perks. What they didn't know, as none of them asked...was that they also allowed Descorp to activate them..and control them, as a kind of Sleeper Cell. As Dorotea spoke the phrase keyed into this block's wireless, about two dozen vampires went berserk. Each one roared like the monsters they were, each one ripped away the clothing that they now found tight fitting and binding...and each one doubled in size as the nanites triggered changes in the musculature and bone structure of each...creating a pack of massive savage beasts.

These monsters smashed in through the walls like a team of SWAT members on angel dust.

Dorotea laughed in glee, this was going to be fun!

At that moment, far above the planet's surface on the Descorp Flagship, the situation was being monitored. Troops were on standby- if things got messy, Nox was going to drop the hammer. A full squad of Chimera were in the transport room, as well as Apex. The combined force would be more than enough to clean up this little debacle. How this group had come to know of the plans was a mystery, but it did not matter. Things would still end in ash and tears.
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"Sir, Pandemic on the line. He says he is minutes away from the location. He will provide additional support." a low level tech spoke out, looking to his boss for confirmation. The inky entity paused a moment, before nodding his support. The being was willing to allow Pandemic to run this operation, but would brook no failure. Should things look as if they were tilting in a less favorable outcome he would beam down there himself.

"Ready the squad anyway, set coordinates for a hot landing, weapons free. This is going to be messy...one way or the other. Remember, if we do this right....we don't get dirty." the being nodded and exited the command hub, heading down the long hallway to the transport room. It paid to prepare ones self for the worst.

Pandemic roared down the road, the vehicle was not long for this world, it had taken quite a beating getting here from Wing City. How had his plans been discovered? There was no paper trail. There was no witnesses..other than the few in town, and they would be simple to silence...so..how? This would require more investigation. But first..it was lunch time. He leaned over and spoke to Mose "Hang onto your butt, we are rolling into a warzone, Kid."

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Well, this had all escalated very quickly. "This is why I don't leave my house!" Rune whined in panic, seeing the vampires-on-steroids charging towards the house and doing the first thing that came to mind.

Running directly away from them.

This of course took him further into the house, and the terrified young man swiftly ducked for cover behind a chest of drawers and proceeded to cower trembling out of sight. Him? A coward? Never.

However, despite his non-action, his presence would have an ... interesting effect on the fight that was about to ensue. Everyone and anyone involved would find themselves intermittently suffering from inexplicably poor luck.

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Fortunately the town had guards stationed throughout its streets at all times, and the brunt of the berzerking vampires were swiftly intercepted and engaged out in the streets as the locals attempted to subdue the unfortunate victims of Descorp. Only a small handful would likely reach the building unhindered. The entire town was surrounded in a fifteen foot high wall as well, and with the commotion breaking out within the square it was likely that the guards and the Forces Detante would be on high alert all across the town for anyone trying to come or go from it. The town was well protected from assaults and getting past the outer walls and military defenses of the Forces Detante would be a hard fought challenge for arriving reinforcements.

Meanwhile for those vampires that did reach the building, they would unfortunately find that which was contained inside of it far less humanitarian than those that were attempting to subdue the ones out in the streets. The wolf-mind had been a caged animal within Maria, and it had been prowling the bars of its confinement ever since she had set foot in the Cursed Wood.

As the beasts tore their way into the building, Maria let the chains go. A savage snarl tore from her lips as she met the first of the berzerking vampires head-on to grapple with it. The creatures formidable strength was met in turn with an iron strength from the woman. The bones in the beasts forearms would be caught in a vice grip known to crush bone, and bend steel, before she twisted to bring it smashing down through an oak table. She trusted Biohazard to have her back from the other berzerking vampires while her attention was on the one in her hands.

The Ulfhednar were born and bred for combating all manner of undead abomination, and these beasts she suspected paled in comparison to the cunning adversaries of the north. Brutish hulks made for flashy entrances, but from their reckless entrance it was a likely safe assumption that their berzerker savagery was hindering their discipline and capacity to fight smart. They seemed more akin to the feral werewolves of G'ael than Vampires.

While she wrangled with the creature she threw a look to Archaeos and Rune in turn.

"Get that out of here," she bit out with a look to the unfinished bomb. Her voice had dropped several octaves and taken on a throaty growl.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the contraption as a bomb, and she had learned her lesson with the destructive capabilities of bombs already. She didn't much care which of them acted to get the explosive components out of the room as her own focus was largely taken up elsewhere. Of course having spent so many years in solitude combating the supernatural, Maria often overlooked the fact that not everyone was as physically strong as herself and that moving such a large contraption was easier said than done.

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Into Verinotte Square did the Chirons descend, a little over a dozen of the winged beasts flying in close proximity to one another. The scent of fresh vampire led them to the center of town, which seemed to be quite busy at the moment. They locked on to the over-sized bloodsuckers with their menacing eyes before quickly taking after them into a mad dash.

Unfortunately, the werebats were intercepted by the guards as they quickly moved to subdue the roided-up vampires that failed to enter the building. One of the underlings was the first to pounce, releasing a vicious snarl as it dove forward with fangs and claws bared. The other members of the pack followed suit, attempting to sink whatever weapons they had into the nearest occupant of the square. No one was spared from the beasts' onslaught.