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SenTinel

The unknown is what keeps us safe.

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

Description

Sennen T. Noel - Kid Mercenary


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Age: 19
Gender: n/a

Species: Human
Race: Chinese Caucasian

Nationality: Terra
Place of Birth: N/a
Current Residence: N/a
Occupation: Mercenary

Appearance:
With brown eyes, brown hair combed back in spikes, and pallid skin, Sen looks like your usual just-out-of-those-teenaged-years kid. That is, if it was not for the gas mask upon their face, worn at all times with minimum exceptions. Usual apparel consists of a large army coat and baggy pants.


Weapons:

-A .45 usp and a UMP45
-One KABAR knife
-Two M67’s
-One M18


Other:
The gasmask has an inbuilt voice synthesizer that Sen uses to communicate. It goes between the voice of Microsoft Sam and Microsoft Mary.

Sennen T. Noel - The Early Days

So begins...

SenTinel's Story

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Kor followed the current of the crowd as they shambled down the sidewalks lined with bright-lit casinos and shady gentlemen's clubs, taking in the scenery. First impressions were important, and he wanted to listen to what his instincts said about the Nillies. He
ambled for a small moment and just listened, watched, and even absorbed the mixture of aromas that were carried on the air. A little ways down the street was a small stir of panic as people fled from a man who was shot. What looked to be a teen dashed across the street into an alley, but judging by the way the body had jerked, the shooter had been above the target. There was a figure on the rooftop across the street as well, barely visible against the black, starless sky, possibly the shooter, though it was too soon to make conclusions. As the crowd started to calm again, in a testament to just how much crime there was in the city, Kor lengthened his strides to make the most of his long legs, lighting another sweet-scented cigarette as he hurried to follow the lone teen.

Kor ducked into the alleyway, the kid already a ways above him, scaling a fire escape with a quiet agility, that drew a silent curse from the lawman. if he tied to follow too soon, there would be no way that the kid wouldn't notice the shaking of the metal rails, and there was no way that Kor would be able to prevent the fire escape from shaking under his weight. Once the kid had gotten off the fire escape, Kor started to follow, thinking a string of profanity loud enough that a mind reader a mile away would probably hear it clear as a ticked-off bell. The metal groaned under the stelanian's considerable weight, threatening to give out at any point, but it held, and Kor was able to heave himself onto something a little better fitted to bear his weight.

One hand on the edge of the building, Kor hopped to his feet and drew his sword in a quick, fluid motion, his deep, voice barking out his authority,"Both of you! Hands where I can see them!" He would have added 'you're under arrest' and a whole slew about what rights they had, if he would have been authorized to do so, if not for the fact that this wasn't his jurisdiction. Instead he could only make it seem as if he was going to arrest them, while detaining them long enough to get some questions answered.

Kor looked more like a private detective than a cop, however, with his black dragonhide duster, with its heavy mantling and waterproof lining, and the slate military-style pants and boots he wore beneath. His blade, forged of some sort of sky-blue metal in a straight, double-edge, two-handed style was plain, and held in one hand as if it was light enough to be used with a shield in the off hand. The man himself seemed to have a slight dull metallic gleam to him, and even his irises seemed to be filled with molten gold. Any scans would have shown him to be incredibly dense, with a high content of non-ferrous metals, though otherwise he would seem almost human.

"Put any weapons you have on the ground. Slowly."

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"Where the fuck is he, I can't-" Sklutch. The gunman shouting to his four allies fell silent, as his head rolled away, separate from his body.

"Fuck! He got Malo! Malo's fucking dead! He's-" Brat-tat-tat. A short, controlled burst of automatic fire blew the next enforcer's thoughts from his skull before he could finish them. His body dropped with a heavy thud, as his remaining three comrades fired wildly into the shadows.

The storage yard belonged to a man named Karnum Eller, but everyone knew Eller better as King Eel. King Eel was the head of the arms and protection racket for miles around, a territory he had fought hard to protect. Of course, King Eel people to do the actually fighting for him. King Eel paid his boys well for their service and his muscle generally had a reputation as some of the toughest in Van Leugen.

Veon the Coward was less than impressed. He didn't usually take jobs in local politics, but King Eel's rival, a man named Boss Theo was willing to pay top credit for his powerplay and Veon had been lying low since nearly running into a small TNG fleet not long ago. An easy little job like this was welcome. He wasn't after King Eel himself, obviously, or else the man would be dead. No, his orders were to remove all of Eel's favorite thugs, all of his prized muscle, so he could be scared into signing off all of his legal property to Boss Theo. Simple enough, thought Veon, twisting his arms with the least of his strength, effortlessly tearing one of his target's spinal cord, before kicking the limp figure into one of his friends and raising his gun, the Tool. The mercenary fired two more quick bursts, and suddenly he was the only man standing in King Eel's storage yard.

His job done, The Coward headed off, over the yard fence, down an alley, and up a fire escape. He had left the Xuchilbara parked and cloaked in a secured hanger by the docks. Leaping across the gravely rooftops he suddenly skidded to a halt. On the next rooftop in front of him, directly in his way, there appeared to be three people, one of them a teenager, and one of them a grown man brandishing a sword. The young woman and the other man seemed to both have guns. Instinctively, Veon raised the Tool, pointing it at the three.

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"Okay, okay, what the fuck."

Sen had whipped around to meet this new stranger, this man who had his gun trained onto them. The young mercenary put their gloved hands up into the air and backed up a little bit. "Hey, hey! I'm not a part of any crime, here! I'm just giving this guy a warning. He's your murderer." Sen wasn't going to risk their head over this guy. They'd just met, and he was a creepazoid that had weapons inside his body. Who the hell would defend that kind of freaky shit?

"Just let me go, alright? I haven- oh, my God. What the fuck happened to your face? Just had RoboCop do your latest cosmetic surgery or somethin'? Seriously. You might want to get a refund." Sen backed away more. "And you might wanna be careful where you point that thing. Guns don't kill people...but twitchy fingers do!" And one more step toward the edge. "Anyway-" Sen pointed in the opposite direction, "I kinda, ah, can't stay too late. I got this thing I gotta attend? It's important. There's also a guy behind you, though, and he's pointing a gun at us, so you might want to take care of him first! Tah."

The youth waved and hopped off the edge.

Of course, Sen wasn't so stupid that they wouldn't have had a plan beforehand. The fire escape was just below. However, the mercenary found out, they were stupid enough to overestimate the distance.

They were at the very edge of the fire escape, and had to reach out with two hands to grab a railing one story down. One agonizing, frightening, nearly suicidal story down. They caught the railing with both hands, but with a jerk, a wave of pain pulled tears out of the mercenary's eyes. They fell down onto the next flat level of the fire escape, rolling into a heap, one arm on their nearly dislocated shoulder.

"Fuuuuck. Shoulder thought that out better..." droned Microsoft Sam.

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Kor hissed a curse as yet another outlaw seemed to come out of the woodwork, and one of the possible informants leapt off the roof, an action the lawman couldn't copy even on his best day. He had literally no time to make any real plan, so he did the first thing that came to mind: he threw his sword at the new arrival and drew his pistol from the shoulder holster under his jacket. The sword would be way more accurate than a hurled greatsword had any right to be, sinking deep into whatever it was lucky, or unlucky, enough to hit. The pistol drawn was a single-action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, recoil-operated pistol chambered for the .45 ACP cartridge, making for an accurate weapon with plenty of stopping power. He leveled it at the man with the mask and narrowed his eyes,"You don't want to do that. Just put it down nice and easy, and I won't have to administer any steel-jacketed justice."

He listened for the other kid that had fled the scene, noting the complaint of pain, a broken ankle if Kor was lucky enough. If not, well, the kid would get away, and the stelanian simply didn't have the time or desire to chase. Besides, he had enough of rickety fire escapes for now.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of this new guy, who, by his stance, hadn't expected to run into the group. That wasn't a matter to the cop, what was a matter was if this guy was willing to cooperate, and if not, if he would survive a shot to the knee and become a little more willing. Kor naturally stood sideways, to make himself a slightly smaller target, and to make sure that his jacket was between him and any attack. The guy could shoot him in the head, sure, but barring armor-piercing ammo, it wasn't going to kill him. Hurt, but not kill.

"No sudden movements."

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Watched the smaller figure leap from the roof as he strafed swiftly to the left, allowing the speeding greatsword to whizz right past him. The blade flew close, knicking the arm of Veon's fireproof tactical jacket. Shouldn't have done that, thought Veon.

The man in the long coat immediately followed this up, raising his gun. Semi-auto, single action. Mag-fed. Analyzied Veon internally. Probably .45. Don't get shot.

Veon began charging forward in a zig-zag pattern, before ducking behind an air conditioning unit about 15 feet away from the attacker. Using this as cover, he fired four or five short bursts of .50 hollow-tipped, plasma charged rounds from the the Tool, a customized Westinghouse M-28 Phased Plasma Pulse. He targeted the torso for center of mass. If this man was armored, he could possibly survive a shot to the sternum, and Veon saw no point in attempting a head shot on such a clearly swift target.

"There's no such thing as justice," replied Veon, his soft voice magnified digitally by his mask so as to be heard over the gunfire. "There's just us."

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The kid braced their back up against the side of the building that the fire escape scaled, holding their shoulder tight. The pain was enough that the young mercenary was dizzy. They listened for the sounds above, and decided not to run for it just yet. There was a scuffle. They could hear it. They'd seen that guy behind the other guy. That dude. The, uh.

"...too many fucking weird people in this city wearing gasmasks," they complained. "I started the trend. I swear." They thought back to the other guy. "Too many fucking police freaks, too!"

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Why was everyone so damn non-compliant in this damn city? The same moment the newest masked man started moving, Kor started moving as well, hoping to close the distance and meet the man in melee. Unfortunately Veon ducked for cover and fired a few bursts at the cop, forcing him to seek his own cover behind the wall of the roof access. In between the gunshots he could hear complaining, and shouted at both males,"Look, I'm going to still give you a chance to give the information I need, and then I'll let you go peacefully. If you're unwilling to comply, then I'll be forced to use deadly force."

Stupid protocol. Stupid rules. Stupid punks with their stupid firearms.

The annoyed lawman would have preferred to just plug gasmask in the face and be done with it. He plucked at sphere, about the size of a marble, from his jacket pocket and tossed it so that it would land just behind the air conditioner. Whatever it impacted, the orb burst exploding into a mass of brown ichor that would stick fast to whatever it spread over. It was enough to usually keep anyone from going anywhere, and needed a lot of work to clean it off of anything. Usually it was used to keep a suspect from fleeing, but Kor had a habit of throwing it at faces, as it made for a good way to keep a suspect from fleeing.

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Veon attempted to bat away the brown sphere with the butt of the Tool, but it unexpectly burst into a thick, sticky brown glue. The substance enveloped the gun and stuck it fast to the air conditioning unit.

"Fuck," grumbled Veon, struggling to free his gun, though he quickly realized he was wasting valuable time. abandoning his preferred weapon, he drew one of his dual high-Calibur pistols and his ten-inch vibroknife. Spinning around the side of the unit, Veon advancing steadily forward firing round after round at the lawman behind cover.

"You threw a great sword at me, Officer," replied the Coward calmly as he reached the cop's point of cover, preparing to attack with the vibroknife. "I think lethal force was a line we already crossed."

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Kor pulled out a steel mirror with a folding stand and set it on the edge of the building so that he could see what Veon was doing while he took his time. He dropped the burnt cinder of a cigarette from his mouth and pulled out a new one, lighting it up before he saw to his own pistol. Concrete and brick fragments showered from the corner of the wall as the lawman dropped the the magazine from his pistol and dropped it into his pocket, pulling a second magazine out, this one with a white cap on the bottom, and slapped it into place. He then ejected the round in the chamber, and put it into the magazine in his pocket, as well as pulling a few loose shells and refilling the magazine, before putting with the set of magazines that rested in a shoulder holster, opposite where his pistol normally was. Then all there was to do was wait for Veon to run out of ammo and reload, while watching him in the mirror.

"Kids these days."

The setting changes from The Nillies to Gambit's Bar

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The front door swung open, and in came Sennen.

Sennen was a young mercenary. Not young enough to be illegal, and just old enough to drink in Wing City. One could say that Sen was a perfectly normal kid. After all, dressed in jeans and a thick green jacket didn't warrant any suspicion, however...

That green gas mask covering the lower half of the kid's face wasn't quite so normal. That, and the robotic voice, bearing a semblance to Microsoft Mary.

"What's this, what's this? Is my favorite, backwater, chaotic little bar open, or is this just fantasy? I feel caught in a landslide."

Sen hopped onto a stool, sliding on an elbow to peer into Drew's eyes with their own- slanted, hazel, and quite feminine. "Wanna be my escape from reality?"

This didn't last long. Sen's eyes switched over the girl in the sunglasses who was also at the counter. Eyebrows waggled, and the merc's bum planted into a seat right next to the young woman.

"Hello, hello, young thang..."

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Drew had to admit the clientele of this place never ceased to be amazing. It was clear that two out of the threw patrons who'd shown up so far during his shifts were obvious oddballs. For what reasons were still unknown, but alcohol had it's way of prying out secrets.

The one with the gas mask had given him a weird look, one that made him scratch at the back of his neck in discomfort.

Clearing his throat Drew straightened, and held his hands behind his back. "What can I get you all to drink?"

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#, as written by Faithy
Rubbing her forehead, RenĂ©e let out a soft sigh. She really hated that she let her sis go to Langara with just Norrington and the fact that she hadn’t heard anything was seriously beginning to bug her. Glancing over towards the patron that entered during her self-loathing, she just nodded towards the familiar Sephyt, still curious about the man. Deciding to let him speak first, she returned her attention towards the top of the counter, drawing intricate symbols on the surface. When he thanked her for the room, she cracked a wide smile and shifted to turn her body towards him a little. One long leg slipped over the other and she ended up leaning on her elbows a bit.

“Sure, not a prob! I’m not too worried about the money. It really wasn’t that big of a deal.” RenĂ©e vaguely wondered if he would notice she wasn’t speaking with as heavy of an accent as she did when the first met, but didn’t care either way. Both she and her sister slipped in and out of it without really even thinking.

The door opened again and out of habit, RenĂ©e turned to see who was walking through next. It was someone she hadn’t seen before, but that wasn’t really that surprising. There were tons of folks or creatures that she hadn’t laid eyes on yet. Studying the kid’s outfit, she found it to be boring all but the green gas mask covering the lower face of well, she wasn’t quite sure if the figure was male or female. Shaking her head, she watched the unknown individual leaping up onto one of the stools in order to address the bartender, Drew. Rolling her eyes, which of course couldn’t be seen behind the red lenses of her sunglasses, RenĂ©e merely arched a brow at the pickup line shot her way.

“Oh stuff it.”

Turning back forward, she tapped her fingers on the bar, waiting for the Kamikaze that she had forgotten to order. Glad she hadn’t ordered it yet, RenĂ©e debated whether or not to have alcohol or stick with just having water or soda. Maybe she would do what she did the other night. Have one or two shots and then drink water or soda or something. Musing on it, she finally sighed and glanced over towards Drew.

“Three shots of kamikaze’s please.”

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"Kamikaze?" He asked, wondering what, exactly, such a shot was as he eyed Drew to see what bottle he would pull from the stock. He couldn't help but notice Sennen either, who was far too strange for his liking. Sephyt himself, who was strange only in his mysteriousness, compared little to this young mercenary who seemed outright eccentric.

"Let's avoid trouble," he suggested, as though expecting it in advance.

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"That'll be an Irish Carbomb!" cried out the mercenary, loud as they could, switching to a Microsoft Sam. "In some water. That's right, you heard me! Put it in a glass of water! No ice."

The merc switched their attention, once again, to Renee. By the way their cheeks raised beneath their eyes, one could tell the punk was smiling. "C'mon, lady love. You know you can't resist all this-" In an attempt to impress, Sennen rolled up one sleeve and flexed- and yes, the muscle wasn't flabby at all. In fact, the merc was quite built.

Both in muscle and douchebaggery.

After the display, Sen would try to get a hold of Renee's chair and turn her towards Sephyt. "Plus... if you let me down too bad, Imma have to take my chances with tall, dark, and brooding over there!"

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It took every ounce of professionalism Drew had to not shudder.

Honestly where did these people learn to drink? A kamikaze and an Irish car bomb in water?

Suppressing a sigh. Drew nodded and went to work, pulling out a bottle of vodka, some Irish cream liqueur and whiskey, and from a small mini-fridge he produced a bottle of concentrated lemon juice. Looking at it all he felt like he was making something for the food portion of a reality game show...

But a paycheck was a paycheck and the bartender mixed up the drinks just as ordered, setting the three Kamikaze shots in front of the young lady and a glass of water next to the masked moron's shot of Ireland's finest.

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“Yeh, Kamikaze. Tis a mixed drink full of yumminess. It’s generally the only alcohol I consume, but it packs quite the wallop.” RenĂ©e just shrugged towards Sephyt when he suggested that they avoid any trouble that might be brewing.

She couldn’t promise, but as long as the other individual kept their hands off her, all things would be fantastic. Speaking of the weird figure, he or she cried out that they wanted an Irish Carbomb in water. What in the world did they want it in water? From the voice, it sounded like a male, but she couldn’t be sure, so RenĂ©e just opted to keep her thoughts to herself. However, when the kid kept attempting to flirt with her and even went as far as to show off his muscled arm, she couldn’t help the exasperated sigh that slipped out between her tightly pressed lips. Why did she get the weird ones? Narrowing her eyes, which of course could not be seen, RenĂ©e slapped the Merc’s hands away from her stool, growling under her breath.

“Unless you want your hands shot off, keep them away from my body and stop flirting with me and the other patrons of the bar. Obviously, you’re creeping everyone else out.” Returning her attention towards the bartender, she just nodded when he sat her shots in front of her.

“Tanks, Drew. Guess my sis did a good job ‘n hirin’ you.”

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A young lady- who was dressed nicely in a black tank, white blouse tied below her bust, and a pair of jeans- was just walking up to the bar when she stopped at the door, noting that someone was in her way.

"Little miss?" said Zaria to Twirl, kneeling down to her level. "Are you alright? Are you looking for someone?"

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The basement door swinging open, in strode a rather large man. Slate gray eyes sweeping the crowd, he shifted the tattered cloak around his shoulders, muscles rippling under the black shirt Jegun insisted that he wear while on call in the bar. Shaking his head, Adam Ruin, a Fallen, walked deeper into the room, one of the few Judicars who worked security unarmed.

If one didn't know of the man, of course.

Glancing brutally at Sen, he scowled at the man's apparent drunken antics, sliding onto a barstool and rapping fingers on the bar. They drilled the wood with surprisingly loud thumps, as Adam settled in to watch the goings on.

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Sephyt simply ignored the mercenary. There was no point feeding attention to an attention-seeker, after all. When the Kamikaze drinks were set down in front of Renee, Sephyt immediately reached over to take one, regardless of whether he actually had permission. Should he succeed, he would down it in one and remain unimpressed, having the constitution that he did.

"I'm not sure how much longer I'll remain. I'm getting quite tired. I have some business to take care of that would be done well to be taken care of soon."

He looked across at Zaria once she entered and gave her a wave.