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Post by Iceheart014 on Aug 28, 2016 14:26:29 GMT -5
(I'll wait for you to post a starter! I am terrible at it!
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Aug 29, 2016 9:53:46 GMT -5
( Vi - Ooo that fancy name though let there be ANGST cx have you decidedon Alexei's powers/abilities or will they be similar to those of Bucky's? In which case I must go and do research. I'm so behind with life ;A;
Sarah - No, no it’s all right c:
Ice - Here it is! )
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[ Ciel ;; The world can use more heroes like you ]
The flames flickered dimly and sputtered as the minutes passed by. The room was spacious and large, with decorative walls embellished with wires and monitors that flashed with images of different places — a restaurant down the East side of the road, the front of a small apartment, the building near the heart of the city, the empty night park with an occasional passerby. Despite how vast the room was, however, there were only two figures that could be seen.
One was a lean young man with gleaming cat-like eyes who had a sharp glinting silver utensil in his raven-black gloved hand. The other was a woman who was sitting down on the edge of a bed with her head ducked. Her hair, a tapestry of ink, fell over her eyes and cheeks from the gesture of her head, and her hands were tightly wrapped around each other over her knees.
“This is why you don’t go around breaking windows,” the lanky man spoke with his eyebrow rising at her sharp intake of breath as he yanked out a jagged piece of glass from her shoulder using the instrument he held.
“And this is why you don’t send people on missions that require them to do just that,” the woman muttered through gritted teeth right back at him. Her muscles were tense underneath his hands, and her eyebrows were knitted together the slightest bit.
The lanky man, also known as Reuven Hayes, only quirked an eyebrow at her answer and laughed light-heartedly. He carried himself with a certain air of keenness - one that could border on arrogance, even, though there was something familiar about the slight crook of his lips and his surprisingly warm gray eyes. The wounds he was taking care of didn’t seem to bother him the slightest bit; his calm demeanour hadn’t changed. “Your fault for being the strange one here, Ciel. I’m not the one who has the ability to acrobat all over the city. Ah, speaking of which… don’t forget about your new assignment tonight.”
The woman, who’d been referred simply as Ciel, only grumbled something underneath her breath before falling silent as another glass shard was yanked out of her shoulder. Her tired gray eyes turned to give Reuven a long sidelong glance, to which he tossed his shoulders into a shrug.
The newly given mission was simple. Sneak into a party with members of some of the most dangerous organizations and steal something back from them. Except… there was one problem with all of this.
Reuven seemed to catch onto Ciel’s thoughts. “You do realise that Ivanov will be there, right?”
The Asset.
[ Ena ;; The train ]
Smokestacks steamed black curls of smoke from locomotives that unfurled like feathers of a peacock, leaving wisps of gray in the sky. It was impossible to tell what thoughts ran through Ena’s head as her eyes trailed after the small traces the train left behind, though her gaze never quite seemed to touch the destruction that had been left behind from the lives they had maintained just a few months ago.
It was quite unfair, honestly - how did the sky manage to be so blue when the world beneath had turned into nothing but a mesh of disaster and catastrophe? Too many had died from the sudden incident, unprepared for something so drastic.
Her eyes, a warm tone of brown, traveled over to the dirty windows of the train before glancing up at the ceiling, as if to block out the daunting memories that would follow her around for certain wherever she went. The bloodcurdling screams of the people as they fell victim to the crawling, grotesque creatures with their gnarled fingers and bloodshot eyes, the smell of something sharp and metallic, the gunshots and desperate cries for help.
All that was left of them, at least, from what they assumed, were the people on the train (though she often found herself wondering if there were other people out there somewhere who were alive. She hoped that was reality and not just a small, wishful fantasy in her head). Somehow, through all that chaos, they had managed to stay alive. Occasionally there would be a few people who would quarrel over food, and there’d be a small circumstance blurred with violence that needed to be broken apart. Apart from that… they were surprisingly organised for a group of people who’d nearly been swept into the frenzy.
Her eyes closed as she felt fatigue seep into her. From the time she’d spent in the train now, she’d grown used to its bumps and groans and found the hum of the vehicle much more soothing. At least there was something familiar that wouldn’t suddenly change in front of her eyes - at least the train would still be a train with whatever things they’d have to face.
[ Gavin ;; Defend a host of the wrongly accused… ]
The cell was cold. The light was dim, too, though Gavin was still able to see what was around himself. He wasn’t stuck in some dungeon, after all. This wasn’t the medieval times with their bloodied swords and their crazy beliefs in witchcraft and all the outrageous things he vaguely remembered learning back in high school. Ah, good old days. To think that he was trapped in this circumstance with no means of escape.
The news had been buzzing with his supposed “murder” incident. Anytime someone had turned their televisions on, they’d been greeted by the solemn face of a news reporter as usual before seeing a picture of Gavin Anderson. Everyone’s favourite little prodigy prosecutor who was now accused of one of the worst crimes anyone could commit.
He leaned his head against the cool wall behind himself and allowed a small sigh to escape his lips. There was no one left to defend him - at least, not anymore. Not with all the enemies he’d made amongst the bitter attorneys. Perhaps… perhaps from Hope. His green eyes flickered the slightest bit when he remembered her.
He’d been more than surprised that he’d encountered her in court. She’d been completely new at the time; a rookie attorney with a big case on her hands. And yet, yet somehow she’d managed to pull her way through and stand up against him. It was curious, really, how she’d been the last person he’d been expecting to meet.
With a small tilt of his head, Gavin brushed his thoughts of Hope off of his shoulders. She was an attorney, yes, and it’d somehow seemed like they’d gotten over their bad blood somewhat - but that was all. He had no intention of dragging her into the incident and this specific case. In fact… he wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to drag anyone into this incident. His life was on the line, he understood that much, but…
He raked a hand through his hair and allowed the slight tension in his shoulders to relax, forcing his lips to quirk into a small lopsided smirk as it usually did. He kept his usual mischievous and hidden face like this as if nothing had happened and he wasn’t affected by what had happened to him, though, internally, he couldn’t say that he felt the same. He’d been framed.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 29, 2016 10:40:20 GMT -5
{{ I can give you a lil paragraph of his abilities if you would like!!~ }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 29, 2016 12:48:59 GMT -5
Alexei was a prisoner of war, fighting for the states in the frigidity of Russia. He was captured due to a surprise attack, the other members of his squad were immediately killed in the explosions caused by bombs. He was left to die by the enemy in an abandoned factory, his left arm permanently damaged from small pieces of a bomb shell. He was found by the HYDRA organization, shivering and freezing to death in the frigid wasteland. Upon their discovery, he was immediately brought back to HYDRA Headquarters. There, Alexei was brainwashed and armed with a new cybernetic limb, along with other enhanced abilities from a serum. HYDRA designed this special metallic bionic arm to replace Alexei's lost arm, finding him to be a wonderful experiment. During his transformation progress, he started to gain control over his new arm, strangling a HYDRA scientist. His new arm has also a red star on its shoulder, hinting that the Soviets who operated as HYDRA's allies back in the day also participated in the process.
It was there that Alexei ultimately became an enhanced HYDRA operative known as The Asset. Over the next several decades, he would eliminate anyone who posed a threat to HYDRA, including his former allies. Between missions, he would be put into a cryogenic stasis, due to his instability. This led to his usage over the years, his body rarely aging from the continuous cryostasis he was put under after a mission was completed.
Alexei's physical strength is enhanced to the early levels of superhuman condition by a series of treatments performed on him by HYDRA scientists. He has used his legs and flesh arm to kick and punch others with a display of strength that far surpasses normal humans. HYDRA also removed the remnants of his severed left arm and replaced the missing limb with a cybernetic one. The bionic arm gives him superhuman strength superior to anyone he has come across so far. The Asset is capable of running 30 miles per hour with ease, finding it simple to overpower a moving vehicle.
Alexei's bones and muscles are apparently denser and more resilient than a normal human's. HYDRA's experiments fortified his form to the extent that he routinely leaps from significant heights onto hard surfaces and lands without any apparent injury. His musculature produces far less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human. The Asset's agility is superior to that of an ordinary human and has demonstrated this by having the capability to leap on top of midsize cars in a single bound and do acrobatic flips avoiding gunfire into cover. His reflexes were also enhanced to extraordinary. Alexei's biology has regenerative abilities. He can heal at high speeds, though he is unable to regenerate missing limbs.
The Asset is an extremely skilled and formidable martial artist and hand-to-hand combatant, excelling at improvisation and weapons handling. He employs a mixed martial arts that include elements of Kali knife fighting, boxing, Taekwondo, and Krav Maga. Receiving vast training from HYDRA, as well as the United States Armed Forces in the past, Alexei became a master assassin who can slaughter dozens of enemies alone, take on extremely skilled combatants with relative ease, and being in charge of training the other enhanced soldiers such as himself. The Asset excels in knife fighting with an emphasis in Kali knife fighting. He usually resorts to his combat knife in close quarters combat and often holds the knife in his natural hand, using his bionic arm for support should he need more force to overpower a downward stab or toss it between hands to advance his assault.
Alexei has expertise in handling firearms and was a remarkably precise shot, even prior to being turned into The Asset. During the war, he was well known for his precision. As he became The Asset, he became an even deadlier marksman. He is capable of making long range shots without the use of a rifle. Ever since he's been brainwashed, he has lived in anonymity with most of the intelligence community not even believing he exists. He's been credited with over two dozen of HYDRA's most crucial assassinations in the last 50 years. Alexei speaks his native English, although his tone of voice now has an accent to it. He is also fluent in Romanian and seasoned Russian (albeit with a thick accent).
HYDRA designed a lightweight tactical suit for Alexei, complete with a half-face mask in an attempt to conceal his true identity from the world. The uniform is constructed from nomex thread and kevlar fiber. The lightweight suit provides resistance to small arms fire, and has advanced flexibility for close quarters combat. In addition, he also sometimes wears bulletproof tinted goggles to further conceal his face and for eye protection.
{{ basically looked up the information and enhanced it to fit the character ^^; }}
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Post by Iceheart014 on Aug 29, 2016 15:00:11 GMT -5
It was early in the morning, and Hope was sitting at her small kitchen table in her small studio apartment. The news was playing on the television behind her, but she wasn't exactly watching it. Instead, she was watching out the window as she sipped her morning coffee. Hope enjoyed watching the skyline with all of its birds and quiet chaos. The news footage was more of a background noise for her morning. She knew that she would have to be at the office soon. Hopefully this day would bring her a new case. Always looking for ways to climb the company ladder, Hope was wishing for a challenging case to slide across her desk. One that would help her gain repertoire with the other attorneys.
She was just finishing her coffee when she heard the name come from the television screen. "Gavin Anderson is now in custody as the prime suspect in the most recent murder investigation." Hope dropped her cup on the floor, it shattered, and she spun to face the television screen. Her heart was now hammering in her chest with disbelief. "There is no way! Not Gavin! He would never do such a thing!" Her thoughts came to her in a jumbled mess. She had known Gavin for as long as she could remember, but they had lost contact for many years. That is until they ended up in the same courtroom. As her thoughts began to calm, a new thought occurred to her. What if Gavin had killed someone? ~~~ Once she got to the office, Hope began a little bit of snooping. She was curious as to who would be representing Gavin in court. She also found herself praying that it was someone skilled. After all, he should have some friends willing to help him out, right?
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 29, 2016 16:41:25 GMT -5
( Oh gosh, ALL THE WORDS XD haha, jk jk. sorry, lol, at college at the moment. Once I get home, I'll reply, promise! )
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 29, 2016 19:48:18 GMT -5
He blinked once, twice, three times. He was finding it to be quite difficult for his eyes to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights of the room, finding it to be extremely harsh on his eyes. This was proven true as they watered with pain as he continuously stared at the ceiling, unable to move his neck. He went and tried to move his hands to wipe them away in a hurry. He had no desire to reveal any sort of weakness to the figures gathered in the room. He was, however, stopped with metal restraints that held his arms, legs, as well as his neck, which he discovered earlier. He grunted, flexing his muscles to test the steel and to also see if he could use pure power to get out of them. Of course, he was unable to break them.
A man walked into his field of vision, bending down his knees to come face to face with the Asset. His face was marred with a jagged scar running down his face, his nose seemed to have been broken multiple times. This was a detail in which he looked at with some satisfaction. The Asset hoped he had something to do with the disfigured nose, the smirk on the man's face was dreadfully familiar. His cold, almost black, eyes sent a shiver down his spine. This man was no good, The Asset could feel it.
"Good morning, Soldier." The man spoke, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. He spoke in Russian, the Asset's ears easily translating the language and something in the back of his mind reminded him that this was home. And this.. This language was familiar to him. Taunting, almost. Teasing the blanks that would continuously come up in his memory. He didn't question it though. It was not in his programming to do such a thing. That much he was certain about.
"HYDRA has a new mission for you to complete today, Soldier. There is a meeting that our organization is a part of and your skills are necessary to fulfill the job. You are to keep watch from the rooftops surrounding the building. All the needed weapons will be given shortly. Your handlers, Anastasiya and Illya, will be there to assist. They will work from the inside. You are to communicate through your headpiece if a problem arises. Do not harm them unless you wish to go through cryostasis immediately. Am I understood, Soldier?"
"Yes, sir." He responded, his voice gruff and cracking with disuse. "Ready to comply."
With a short, curt nod, the man opposite him stood up from his bent position, gesturing someone over with a stiff movement. The person he was communicating with was out of his field of vision and he tensed up when the other figure moved over, their boots making heavy noises against the cement floor. As they approached, The Asset noted that it was a female with sharp features and for a moment, he briefly wondered why there was a woman here.
His thoughts were vanquished as she bent over his shuddering form, his eyes unable to follow her movements. After a few terse minutes, he numbly heard a faint clicking noise, the pressure around his neck, legs, and wrists clearly dissipating. He barely heard the murmur of "Stand, Soldier." that seemed to escape from her lips as she moved away from him to leave his field of vision once more.
He immediately scrambled to obey, snapping into position from where he was seated moments ago. Sweat covered his body and his hair was either stuck to his face or was matted on the back of his head. "Go prepare and meet up in two hours, Soldier." Another voice entered the conversation, belonging to a male that looked just like the female from before. She stood next to him and something in the back of his mind dully reminded him that these two were his Handlers.
The Asset nodded, a "Yes sir." briefly escaping his cracked lips as he was led away from the room by another Guard. He clenched his jaw, flexing and unflexing his muscles.
Who knew how long it would be until he would have to go back to the Chair?
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 29, 2016 21:36:57 GMT -5
The loud echo of the train was disturbing Mikel's mind, causing his already disheveled brain to become even more clustered with obnoxious sounds, and he was beginning to get a headache. He tried to readjust himself and make the seat more comfortable, wanting to get more rest--or at least try to. He closed his eyes, wanting to dream away this awful place. He hated trains, he hated cold food, he hated the suffocating smell that the robust train produced. He hated those monsters outside, killing everyone. He just wanted to go away...and go back to being normal. Was that so bad? To want to be normal again?
Another bump of the train caused him to tip forward abruptly, his eyes opening wide in alert. He scoffed, standing to his feet and dusting off his coat and trousers. His suit was dusty...he'd have to get it rewashed by his father's maid back home. Whenever he could get back home. And if he still had a home. The thought sent him reeling, a sudden pang of pain and anger roaring through him, so he walked out of the seats he was in and down the walkway. He passed a few of the passengers along with them, huddled in their seats. He noticed a girl around his age also in her seat, falling asleep. He suppressed an agitated roll of his eyes, envy sprouting through him. How was it that she could rest, be he could not?
"Tch." He murmured, headed to the kitchen area to get a small slice of bread and water. He was starting to feel nauseous with his hunger.
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