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Raphael E. McGregor

Admiral of the Third Fleet of Glorious Consequence

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

Description



Full Name: Raphael Eiru McGregor
Titles: Admiral
Service Uniform: Class A Senior Officer
Birthdate: Aprilis 2nd, 8th Yahren of the 9th Age
Race: Alteran, Aschen
Rank: Rear Admiral (Retired)
Class: Military
Status Active, Alive
Age: 42 (Appears late twenties)
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 210lbs
Hair Colour: Blond
Eye Colour: Ice blue
Number of Siblings: 2
Matron Goddess: Athena (Goddess of civilization, wisdom, strength, strategy, craft, justice and skill.)
Place of Birth: Queenstown, Picon, Langara

Skills and Talents

Academic Knowledge (History, Mathematics, Religion, Linguistics)
Viper Training, Piloting
Read/Write
Speaks and writes three languages fluently (Lingua Anquietas, Odd Langaran, Common)
Computron Coding
Marksmanship
Strategy and Tactics
Battlestar Tactics


Equipment


Type-25 Directed Energy Pistol: The Plasma Pistol is a standard Aschen Directed Energy Weapon that uses superheated ionized gas called plasma rather than traditional ballistic ammunition. The weapon has a power output of 100-150 KV @ 2~3 dA, but when overcharged, the power output is 1.5 MV @ 2~3 dA.

Communication Device: A small subspace communication device that can fit in the palm of one's hand allows Raphael to communicate not only with other forces on the ground, but any ships currently in orbit at the time. Utilizing a subspace transmission, it is capable of super-luminal communication.

Portable Computron
Pen (Tech Con Precision Ball V2)
Plasma Grenades (2)
Wallet that containes two Credit cards (First Federal of Picon, Bay View Credit Union), a Bank Card (Sagittaria Federal Bank and Loan), Driver License (Sagittaria Prefectural), Military ID, (AHSC), and roughly three-hundred and fifty nine Aschen Cubits in denominations of 1, 5, 10, and 20.



Powers
Being a member of the Alteran race, as well as reincarnating from Ascension, McGregor has been gifted with several abilities no thanks to his heightened understanding of the universe;

  • Unseen Presence: The ability to remain invisible and influence thoughts of those in the corporeal plane.
  • Nature Control: Raphael can control nature to an extent, such as lighting, fires, levitate objects, make the wind blow, toss lightning, control electrical devices, and harness devastating energy.
  • Telekinesis: Raphael can move objects and people with their mind.
  • Reality Warping: He can create things out of thin air ex. buildings, illusions, portals, beings etc.
  • Telepathy: Raphael can read the minds of other beings.
  • Superhuman Perception Can sense and know things beyond mortal comprehension. (Hidden enemies, etc.)
  • Near omniscience A near limitless amount of knowledge and wisdom, but it is limited to his own comprehension. This does not apply when he projects himself in an ascended state.





The 'Aurora' Alteran Aurora Class Battleship



Aurora-class battleship

















Production information

Manufacturer Alterans
Designer Alterans


Technical specifications

Length 3,500m
Height/depth 500m
Maximum Sublight speed 296,794 km/s
Engine unit(s) Sublight drive, Alteran hyperdrive
Hyperdrive system Intergalactic Quantum Flux Drive
Power plant Zero-Point Modules (4)
Shielding Alteran Combat Shields, Hard Light Shields
Sensor systems Alteran sensor array, Targeting systems, Mental Amplification array
Targeting Systems: Mental
Control systems: Auxiliary bridge, Control chair, Control consoles
Navigation system: Lantean star map
Avionics: Mental
Armament: Drone weapons, Energy weapons Complement
Minimum crew 1
Passengers: 500

Other systems
Core drive
Stasis pods
Self-destruct

Usage
Role(s) Battleship
Affiliation Alterans, Aschen

So begins...

Raphael E. McGregor's Story

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Raphael E. McGregor watched as the Solarmorphs struggled against the shield, before he turned towards the communication room, checking his bandoleer, he had three more deployable covers left clipped to his bandoleer, and several plasma grenades. Once he wound through the Halls, with a slightly limping Netan in tow, they would happen upon the communication room. "Here we are, the source of the distress call." He said, as he let his light shine on the interior of the room. "See if you can get that door to shut." He said to Netan, before he approached the console. "Shit, going to have to restore power to this section, at the very least the consoles." He said, before he turned to Netan. "Secure the room, I have work to do." He said, before he began to pry off the maintenance cover on the power supply for the communication console.

The setting changes from Mjötviðr; The Realms to Gambit's Bar

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The doors to the bar had been suddenly thrust open, standing in the bar was a cloaked figure, this strange figure appeared male, but his face was obscured by a ragged hood, two icy blue eyes staring up from the darkened folds of the hood.

The figure stood there for some time, clinging the cloak close to his form. Gambit's seemed to be the only familiar thing the man remembered. And so he pulled himself in out of the cold of the city outside, and the figure stared left and then right before he stepped forward. "Gods help me." The figure said, as the wandering searchlight of an Aschen Patrol shone through the window.

"Somebody help me!" The figure called out, his voice obviously male, and educated sounding.

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Raphael E. McGregor shook his head as his eyes fell on Hfahn. "I don't know.. I.." He then clutched the cloak, near his chest where blood was seeping between his fingers. "I.. I awoke to find men shooting at me." He said, clutching his wound some more, before he pulled back his hood to reveal a very familiar blonde haired individual, of course, he'd be familiar to anyone who kept up with current events in the Galaxy.

His face was dirty and tattered, marred with scratches and a few lesions, but nothing life threatening.

"I don't know what happened. I just... I ran as fast as I could." The man said, clutching his wound. "It hurts..." He complained.

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Raphael E. McGregor continued to clutch his wound, crusted blood caking his fingernails. "Gaia?" He said, tilting his head. "What's that? What is this place?" It seemed the man had no memory of anything, who he was or where he was. Though if anyone made any close observations, the nature of the wound should have caused him to pass out, yet he was still standing. If anyone inspected the wound, it wouldn't appear if a bullet had caused it, severe burns and cauterized tissue would reveal the wound to be the product of some kind of energy weapons discharge.

"I want water.." He said, hobbling and stumbling towards a chair, looking up to the television to see the Aschen Emperor delivering a speech, the stray vaguely resembling the Emperor, in a more youthful, non-pallid and deathly way.

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Raphael E. McGregor glared at Ryuu and hissed. "Keep your magic away from me!" He said, trying to retract away from him. Of course it seemed more like a pre programmed response than him actually knowing about magic. He tried to pull from Gimida's grasp, and he tried to pull from whatever else was holding him, staring at the magical flame like it was some kind of great evil.

He fell back with an audible thud, and the cloak fell around him, a bare toned chest and tattered fatigue pants, stained with blood and soot, a large hole in his left pectoral which had the appearance like it was healing quite rapidly. He stared at Ryuu's hand still, while skittering back.

He was panting, and his face had paled slightly, while he clutched the wound.

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Down the stairs echoed the creaking of human feet on wood. There stood a figure wrapped in a hooded cloak, which was stained and tattered with blood and grime. The figure stood there for several moments as he surveyed his surroundings from under the safety of his cloak. As he watched, icy blue eyes inspected every individual in the bar.

"What is this place." He said to himself, before he slowly moved down the stairs, obscuring his face from view.

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Raphael E. McGregor continued to stand there, pulling the hood back to reveal a scraggly man, an unkempt mustache and beard framing a boyish face. His eyes were a deep icy blue, and his frame was slender. The cloak dropped to reveal a bare toned chest, which bore the faint evidence of disruptor burns on his right pectoral muscle.

The man moved through the throng of people, his eyes empty and almost hardly paying attention to his surroundings. "Water.." he said as he slowly started to walk towards the bar.

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Raphael E. McGregor tilted his head at Preston. "Huh? I don't know." He said, giving the man a rather spaced out look before he looked to the bar. "Water?" He said, holding out his hand to Zekil, Swallowing hard, despite the soil, food, and blood in his beard. "Please? Water." He said, before he turned back to Preston, and he tilted his head in confusion. "Can.. Can you tell me where I am?"

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Raphael E. McGregor took the water and he held it close, before drinking quickly and deeply from the glass, water dribbling down the sides of his mouth. His free hand moving to massage the healing wound that was on his chest, it didn't resemble a healing gunshot wound, due to the evidence of burns around the actual wound itself, which had been charred and deep, but didn't appear to be life threatening.

"I'm not a Hobo, I have a Home I just... I just don't remember where it is."

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Raphael E. McGregor looked at the patch, and then he looked up at Preston, and he shook his head. "No." He said, looking around at the city. "Terra? Wing City? Okay.." He said confused.

"It's strange looking, but.. no I don't know what it is, or who you are, I don't recall ever seeing you before."

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Raphael E. McGregor shook his head. "The last thing I remember was waking up in the park in the middle of the night, I didn't have any clothes, so some men tried to arrest me, I ran though, and he fired this light and it hit me, It hurt a lot though." He said, before he shrugged. "Never heard of this Stryfe, she sounds like an interesting person, though." He said, before he turned to Neldeen, shaking his head slightly. "Have we met? I'm sorry.. I don't remember anything before a couple days ago."

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Raphael E. McGregor stood there with a rather blank look on his face, as he finished his water and he shrugged, watching the Invictus as they seemed to huddle and hurriedly try to contact someone. "I have a bad feeling about them." He said, tapping the bar before he smiled to Zekil. "Thank you for the water.. I.. I must be going..." He said before he grasped his cloak, and he threw it over himself, before he started towards the exit.

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Raphael E. McGregor stared at Preston and he stepped to the side. "Please get out of my way." The man said calmly, before he tried to make his way around Preston, even if he had to shove the man aside. "I need to move on, I can't stay here." He insisted, trying to move past the group.

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Raphael E. McGregor when he felt his arm grabbed, he quickly twisted and jerked his arm, twisting it to catch Preston by the wrist with his hand, and in a fluid movement he spun Preston and threw him to the ground in a well articulated move that was clearly obvious the man was a trained military man of some kind.

"Unhand me!" He barked, before he turned away, snapping at the man. "How do I know I can trust you? I don't even know you, so why would you care about me? I can handle myself." He spat, before he turned towards the door.

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Raphael E. McGregor shook his head. "Trial, Crimes? I've done nothing, hell I don't even remember who the frak I am? I've done nothing and you have no business keeping me here, I just want to move on!" He said, though through muscle memory, he subconsciously kept his hands up in a relaxes almost martial art like stance, before shifting slightly towards an interview stance, bladed to the right which revealed his dominant hand as right handed.

"No one's going to come after me because I haven't done anything, you must be confusing me with someone else."

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Raphael E. McGregor slowly and calmly relaxed into a somewhat less bladed stance, but he still kept his eyes on those before him. "I don't know who you are, and I don't think I can trust you, I've run from armed men before though, this I know." He said, backing towards the door. "I can handle myself." He was still quite panicked, and the panic had been obvious as it set in.

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Raphael E. McGregor pulled his cloak close around him, and he started towards the door, his movements seemed to be slow and deliberate despite being such an amnesiac. Opening the door, he peered outside, before he started to run into the night, his footsteps barely audible as he started down the sidewalk, running right past an Aschen patrol who hardly gave him a moment's notice, and kept on moving.

Something obviously was quite wrong with this picture, considering the live broadcast showed a much more pallid God-Emperor McGregor on a live news broadcast, delivering some convoluted speech about order, and the Empire's will throughout the Galaxy. Perhaps this Memory-less man was little more than a doppleganger, or some fluke a lookalike or Raphael from another dimension.

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Raphael E. McGregor quickly rounded a corner, itching with the uncanny sensation that he was being watched or followed. And as he rounded his corner, he seemed to disappear, the dark colored fabric of his cloak hiding him well in the darkness, as he slowly crept up behind an Aschen soldier urinating on the side of a building. The Soldier was of similar height and build as the man and so he figured the clothes would fit.

The man pounced, covering the Soldier's nose and mouth, catching him off guard before an audible crack was heard, and the dragging of a body into the opaque darkness. Silence followed.

Raphael had disappeared for the time being, or did he? Perhaps investigation of the alleyway would yield results.

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Raphael E. McGregor kept hidden behind a dumpster towards the end of the alleyway, the black of the Aschen Marine Combat suit allowing him to blend into the darkness. Throwing the goggles and NBC Visor over his face, he started to walk, shouldering the Disruptor rifle, and adjusting his pants as he walked out. Shaving the scraggly beard and facial hair off with the Marine's knife, he was clean shaven now, subconscious survival training kicking in.

"Scuse me." He said casually as he walked towards Rick, which, in the light, would appear to be a Soldier that had just urinated.

"Best be getting back to my Patrol." He said, approaching the street, leaving the dead Marine in the hood and cloak.

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Raphael E. McGregor stopped for a moment. "Some Homeless guy tried to attack me, I was able to subdue him though, and do you think you can tell me to put my hands up?" He thought for a moment, remembering overhearing a handful of Marines doing their duties, so he was able to play the part. "Back off before I have you arrested for interfering with my duties and wielding a weapon in a no-Weapon zone." He warned, hands reaching for the strap.

"Carry on and we'll forget your heresies against His Divine Shadow." He snarled from behind the faceless void of his visor.