[System]
Age: -11110- *binary screech* -29-

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Position within The Imperium of Man:Tech-Priestess : Magos Errant

Armor: Sanctified Customized Mechanicus Power Armor

Weapons: Omnissian Power Axe, Hecate Pattern Chainsword,Hesh Pattern M38 Mark II Boltgun

Equipment:
 -Mechadendrites: Usually the pseudo arm-esque variety, allowing for more workhands or... weaponhands.
 -Servoskull(Customized to appear like real human head very similar to her own visage): Has a modified sonic weapon type that let's out
 a horrifying banshee like wail. Not much on the lethal factor, but really darn disorienting and unsettling.
 -Grenades: Good old Frags
 -Wires(lots of wires): Can never have enough
 -wireless sound emitters: To Listen to music or to create ambushes via sound baits.
 -Music and Sound Data device: A variety of music and ambience noises.

Personality: A Magos Errant by title, Medaira's a wandering tech-priestess usually on vessels of dubious directions and visiting many a great unknowns in search of shiny tech to send back home. That is Medaira's only official task she ever had... Now as for what Medaira really is like, she's an energetic, friendly, sly and mischievious bundle of fun. Rather friendly by nature, especially weird for a Tech-priestess, Medaira likes to hang around other people. She's always one for a good fun time, no matter what form this fun time takes. Be it just a regular party with music and booze, a jolly good fight or the coveted and most sought after pranks. To her greatest regret, pranks are not something she can freely indulge into, but that doesn't stop her from sneaking in one here and there whenever the chance presents itself. Admittedly even the most black hearted imperials would agree that a great prank pulled on heretics or xenos is always a good thing though, so she had long since figured out that weaponizing pranks is a good tactic to use on enemies, so she rediscovered the art of making traps. Not as good as pranking friends, but beggers can't be choosers.

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[User]
Medaria was having a really fun day today! First there was fighting, then scary demon, then explosions, sparkles, unnatural warp based abilities, chaos spawns, people dying, conspiracy and so much more! She also go to play with grenades sho she was grinning like a madwoman underneath her breather device. She eyed the newcomer with a happy glint in her eyes, wanting to be friends and then followed the rest of the team into the dublicated governor office. She was extremely giddy at the look of it and right away started poking at the wiring indeed to confirm if the electrical instalations and other network cabling were in the same configuration, for the glory of the Omnisiah or it was just a cleverly ellaborate ruse!" You know, they could use this place to issue planetwide announcements if they just have somebody masquarade as teh governor and nobody will be the wiser for it~ Or this is to be used as emergency bunker later in case of an invasion from our side and the cultist control the planet." Medaira chirpped, fiddling iwth a wall panel and the wiring behind it. She was now checking if the room's air conditioning was the same as the real office, if it was she was also going to mess with it because why the Emperor not?

 "Hmmmm~?" She made a questioning sound when she was called by Adrianne." Yes, Psyker-friend?" She asked, innocently, holding what appeared to be a metal panel in one hand, a bunch of wires in the other and her mechadendrites were doing something to the system in teh meantime. Medaira tilted her head, hearing the question and eyed the book. She eyed the book like a predator, pondering the ammount of pranks she could use it for, then tilting her head in the other direction, weighting the pros and cons of such actions until she decided that it was probably better left contained for the time being no matter what.

 "YES~!" She replied happily, tossing a look at the Armsman." Not far off the standard containment protocols, Prank Victim Friend 2! Make a metal box, slaps holy seals on it, put book into holy sealed box, then put another holy warded box on top of the first one, then use remote means of carrying the thing to minimalize warp and chaotic influences. Maybe even fill the box with blessed prometium just in case a quick burnout is needed." She stated happily as her mechadendrites dropped whatever htey were doing and one of htem turned out to have a welding torch in it." I will have the box made faster than you could recite the Imperium safety manual for boarding a ship! We can use braided cabling ropes to pull the box from afar too or I can use my mechadendrites to carry it 5 feet in front of or behind me..." She stated and started using bits of metal and wires into what sane people would call abstract art.

 "We need purity seals! And wards... Maybe we can bless the box itself too!" She was chattering as she worked, creating a box just enough for the book of those dimensions fit in. Once inside, it wasn't oging to ahve enough space to even lightly open it. it was going to stay as sealed as it could be, not to mention she was going to be welding the metal box shut just in case.

[Assistant]
There were multiple paths presented to the retinue, all they now had to do was choose one and hope that something horrific did not happen with the tome while they transported it back to the inquisitorial safe house. The odds of the tome tearing open a portal to some hellish warp damned dimension of one of the Chaos gods was rather high, and Celestian Andromedai knew this. "I do not want to take any chances with this cursed tome of Tzeentch so here is what we are going to do. First off, I want our Tech-Priest Medaria to gather up sheets of metal then craft us a make shift containment box. For the one and only Adrianne, I would like you to form a energy field around the make shift containment box and then transport it back to the ship for us. As for our local Guardsmen Stukov, please keep an eye and ear on the local area, I do not want any surprises or ambushes while moving this Emperor damned tome anywhere. Everyone has their orders, so let us get to work, alright?"

Celestian Andromedai then opened a private communications channel to Solares, who swiftly responded, "Andromedai? Maya is on the ship sitting next to me, was this your idea? Did you know she was going to show up? I tried to warn you earlier but you were uh, preoccupied?" Andromedai responded in turn, "I was not aware of our friends arrival untill she dispatched the Chaos Spawn we were fighting. Regardless, we will be returning to the ship with a chaos tome, I was a secure area for it to be stored, also allow Maya to do as she see's fit just, no messing around with the weapons systems." While she talked, Celestian Andromedai kept a eye on her team as they worked around her. After a while though, she made her way back into the dome shaped room and glanced around it, merely observing all the damage they had done to it and the Tzeentch murals that covered the walls around her. "One last thing Solares, I want you to send a team here to do a in-depth search around the area for anything that stands out while we take care of this tome, alright?" There would be no reply directly from Solares, but the Celestian did receive a message from another Inquisitorial team that said they were on their way to their location.

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"I'm not going to even pursue that Celeste, your making it too obvious now, and that's coming from me. Perimeter watch, got it. Try not to get us sucked into the warp you two, I don't need to fight there again." Stukov was not keen on having to deal with the raw stuff of the warp again, that was a memory he'd rather leave very thoroughly buried and stuffed away in the recesses of his memories. He couldn't forget it, of course, but he could ignore it, which was easier when he had tasks to carry out. That meant doing a more thorough sweep of the surroundings, checking for traps or ticking time bombs, literally and figuratively, waiting to go off in their collective faces. He had unslung his shotgun again, reloading the weapon as he considered what had been, well, undone to his arm. From torn to pieces to back to normal, or at least the appearance of it, all in the span of a few moments. It had felt strange, however, something that he would need to get some answers on, though that had been already addressed for now, at least until they got back to the safehouse as a whole.

 "Cogs, if I could get through standard doctrine for boarding before you finished that box, I'd be very concerned about your capabilities. That instruction prattles on way too long for what boils down to 'move fast, don't get shot, take out the engines and/or bridge, get out if you plan to survive'. In far too many words, in any case." Stukov was keeping on watch while he remarked back towards the commentary from Cogs on reciting standard boarding procedures. He had the shotgun at a low ready, eyes and ears intently focused on making sure nothing sneaked up on them, the last thing they needed was another ambush. He'd have to see about requisitioning a new Naval Pistol, shouldn't be hard frankly, they were cheaper than bolt weapons, just not as common outside the Imperial Navy. Speaking of, he just might need to go and requisition a heftier piece of kit from old Armsman doctrines, since the shotgun had shown its shortcomings in the face of a full on Spawn. He had just the piece of kit in mind, but that would have to come later once back in relative safety. It would slow him down a bit too, but that was fine for what he had in mind.

[Assistant]
Meidara was happily doing some digital chipring birdlike whistling noises as she was tearing pieces of metal sheets and rebars as she worked her mechandendrites and just the tools she carried on her person, sparks flying all around her in a display of colorful fireworks as she happily did her job. She didn't turn towards Stukov for his comment, but her servo head flew over to him, doing a sideways spin as it stopped by him, looking at him from the upside down, making it's hair to just hang down, revealing that yes the servo head was made to be utmost human looking down to what was likely fake skin that looked very real. It had everything, lips, nose, eyes, ears. The eyes moved around and looked at him in the way she usually looked at things, but had a slight shine behind them. All in all it looked like somebody had indeed chopped off the head of Medaira's twin and somehow made it still look perfectly alive.

 The sound of a reply came from the servo head while Medaira's main body was still singing a tune in the background, wokring on her extremely suspicious looking piece of abstract art." Ahhh, weird! I always thought that the safety manual for boarding a ship consisted of half a page of text~ then again... I may have been reading the summerized IG field edition~" A sing along voice came from teh disembodied flying head that was upside down and staring into Stukov's eyes.

 It was at this point that from Medaira's real body's direction a loud bang echoed along with a flash as the tech priestess's mechadendrites all reached for the heavens and she made a weird celebratory tune as the apandages held a metal box that was just big enough to exactly house the eldrich tome, without it being abel to be opened even a milimeter while on the inside. IT had additional fastening simple mechanical mechanism that would lock it even tighter once the book was in place. On the surface of the metal box was branded with an Imperium logo on one side and on the other there was a flower." I've prepared THE BOX!" Medaira exclaimed as her voice echoed from both her body and the servo head, which finally stopped staring at Stukov and flew over to her.

 "One transport box for eldrich tomes as requested! mechanical lock, ensuring no hacking can be done. Once the book's in place and the mechanical lock's triggered, we shall tighten it even more, ensuring the book is to tightly close nothing can escape it in case something tries! It can be hermetically sealed afterwards as I will weld it sute completely just in case!"


[System]
Age: 18

Personality: Despite how the others may act, Kurt seems to be a humble and kind individual, caring for those near him. Definitely not someone you would see as a villain. But that, of course, is just a mask he wears everyday no matter who he is talking to. He is actually sly and ruthless towards those against him and his friends, often able to become unemotional and deadly when blood is spilled.

Background: As a kid, Kurt always had to keep his guard up; being an orphan and living on the streets was tough. He was often mugged for the little money he had, beaten up by policemen or men that thought he would hurt any bystanders. But, alas, he had seemed like a poor, innocent kid at the age of 9.

That was, until the murders of that town popped up. Three individuals killed in one night, all of them having claw marks down their backs and what seemed to be teeth marks on their necks and other various parts of the body. Some claimed to see a shark beast walk around the streets at night, growling and hungrily prowling. Most claimed they had flipper-like blood stains outside their yard, leading to the nearby river and ending there.

Detectives and heroes both were confused. Did one of the other heroes with a Quirk do it? No, they weren't like this; they were not monsters, nor would they try to hurt innocent people when they least expected it. No, it must have been a monster, it was the only way. One man offered up a stupid point: "What if it's that kid from the street?" Everyone thought he was stupid, and he was fired from the job. The next day, that man was the fourth victim of the beast. Another man ventured the idea, another man died. They got suspicious, but before they could catch Kurt to question him, he ran away.

For the longest time, he lived under water, hidden from the sight of others' eyes and the looks they would give him. It took him a while to control his quirk, but once he did, he turned back to normal and walked among the humans.

Motive for Villainy: Kurt thinks most heroes are unjust and deserve punishment. He really wished to be normal, but knew he would be constantly reminded that he isn't. He wants to beat the heroes for thinking they're so great and powerful, while Kurt knows that people who have been beaten down and left for dead are the toughest.

Quirk: Transformer Class

Were-Shark: Named after the terrible beast that went on a killing spree. He calls his Quirk this because, like a lycanthrope or shapeshifter, he can make some parts of his body have the shape of a shark's, such as gills, a back fin, and flippers at his feet. Like a shark, if their is blood spilled, he will go find of berserk, following the scent of the blood. He is usually stronger than the average person, but using this Quirk too much or for too long tires him out greatly; he will not want to do anything but lie down after the fight.

Weakness: Even if he isn't in his Were-Shark body, he still needs to drink water constantly (at least every hour). He can't have any other drinks or liquid-like substances (besides blood), for they will make him either sick or dehydrated. He doesn't have very good eyesight, either; he has to wear glasses when reading something. Also, not really a physical weakness, but he hates the nickname, 'Mermaid,' since he thinks it insults what he actually is.

Talents:

Swimming - Everyone on his team would be surprised if could swim. He is very skilled at it, but prefers not to when others are around; never know when someone might scrape a toe.

Collecting - From seashells to bones, the guy loves collecting things. He mostly likes to do this when there is nothing else to do, resulting in him taking long trips to the thrift store or just on the streets.

Reading - Kurt loves to read interesting books, mainly ones that include the ocean or animals. It gives him the chance to learn more about the ocean, and where enemies would least expect him. He sometime writes down what happens and what he learns daily, so that he never forgets when he is older.

Inventory:

A leather-bound journal where he keeps his deepest and darkest secrets. Anyone looking for a death wish can go snooping in there.

A reusable water bottle that he uses to keep himself hydrated. Usually he only puts water in there. Usually.

A grey scarf that has the name, "Margaret," stitched in a pretty violet color. No one knows why it says that, but he doesn't like people asking.

[User]
Ryu

"I'll take care of this since seems like we all agreed on something."

Ryu bends down to help the girl named Charolette to her feet as he uses the key on the ground to uncuff her. He moves around behind her and whispers to her as he finishes removing the cuffs.

"Hey...you better behave cuz I'm trusting you faster than I do some of these guys...looking forward to working with you but try not to stab me in the back."

He pats her on the shoulder as he takes the cuffs off and puts them inside one of his jacket pockets and tightens the bandanna around his wrist. Ryu nods to the Kabuki man as he takes the others attention.

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Evil Hideout

The Kabuki man snaps his fingers once more as two sets of ladders appear from another hidden wall sliding open. One of the ladders led upward to a manhole which was only 25 feet up...its destination unknown. The other led down with only enough space between the opposite wall and ladder for around 3 people at once. The drop was around 35 feet so it was not recommended to jump down it.

"Now that that mechanical problem was taken care of hehe...those of you who seem to be tired of this and rather not find out the cool part of this meeting and fun events planned that involve a lot of killing fun, go take the ladder on the right. It leads to a nearby alleyway near the shipping yard which is quite hard to find...down the ladder is the fun one so I'll see you guys down there soon hopefully! Oh and don't worry, food will be provided, just be patient...otherwise, there may end up being none hehe..."

He disappears once more...leaving the decision to the group once more.

Down the ladder, the large open area was about two high school gyms in comparison to the space.
In the middle, there were 12 office cubicles that had walls, a mini ceiling of sorts for each cubicle, a door leading into each room, and each being twice the size of a normal cubicle. Supposedly serving as rooms of sorts...
On the same side as the ladder but to its left, there was a training area with used dummies of sorts and a shooting gallery that still has bullet cases and used targets set up.
On the right side of the same side of the ladder, there seemed to be an eating area that is relatively tidy and a few tables set up. On one table, there was a large map of Tokyo imprinted on it...providing rather detailed explanations on certain areas. Another table contained a few medical supplies that were quite...on the lower quality of the field. Basic first-aid kits for lower illnesses and wounds but there was a sewing kit for emergencies. There was also a few condoms on the table too with a note saying, "Safety first!" The third and final table had a few weapons such as 2 machete, several knives, four handguns, one shotgun, and a few grenades (several small packages for ammunition were there too). Beyond that, there seemed to be a small kitchen though had all the necessities to make a good meal (fridge, sink, stove, kitchen utensils, and cooking equipment...and a small cabinet to organize the tools which were placed around on a small table)
On the opposite side of the ladder on the left side, there was a large incinerator with a large box filled with black bag wraps inside it. Nearby the incinerator was a large shallow area which seems to be able to control flooding of sorts...and a porthole next to it on the wall as if to lead to the ocean...the right side consists of a lounging area with one large tv and a couch for them to sit on...with a few occasional chairs and a small round table for refreshments of the sort. In between the lounge area and the cafeteria/meeting area are three bathrooms. One labeled for males, the other females, the last unisex. Also near the lounge area is the thermostat to control the temperature of the place. The last thing on the opposite side was a large pin board of sorts that has several papers pinned on already...while in the middle of the board said, "JOBS"

The Kabuki man waits patiently for the people to climb down...sitting on a chair and tapping his foot patiently.

"Hey...you guys going down the ladder or am I going to have to be the first one again?"

@pkken@sharksama @Barioth @Rune_Alchemist @Wasted Ink @FallenTrinity@Cuccoruler

(EDITED)

[Assistant]
Vert gave a glare to the bone girl when she mentioned something about eating the guards above. So she didn't get rid of the bodies? Vert decided to hold herself back, she didn't want to get into a fight with this girl again. She was too hungry for that.

"Better be food down there." Vert said as she climbed down the ladder. She was much faster climbing things than others were. It was part of her quirk it seemed. As she entered the room below her eyes zoned in on the kitchen and before others could say anything she jumped off the ladder a few feet from the ground. She made a b-line for the fridge and opened it. Wasn't as much meat as she wanted. But she did find some things. She remembered hearing the others mention something about being hungry. As such Vert decided now would be a great time to show off one of her greatest talents, cooking. She got to work immediately and was already cooking what seemed to be a sort of breakfast meal for the others as they entered the room. She was cooking omelets at this point, and for much more than just herself.

Vert at this point had made a sort of raw bacon from a slab of meat that appeared to be some kind of venison. She had sliced it up and was now eating the raw sliced she had cut up. "Much better." Vert said to herself satisfied with herself.

[User]
~Allison Hillard~
@Cuccoruler
@Barioth
@Wasted Ink

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Toots? Toots? What, had this guy walked out of some lame eighties mob show or something? The thought was amusing at least, and as much as he probably disliked her she couldn't help but to laugh. She simply brushed his comments aside for now though, and focused more on the girl that they had just played jury with. Judging from this 'Charlotte's tone, she was someone that Allison was going to at least like somewhat. She smiled under her mask, giving a small bow.

"Nice to meet you miss Charlotte. Forgive me if I don't tell you my name right now. Anonymity is something I like quite a bit! Just call me bones! Mister Mob boss over there seems fond of calling me that so it works well enough." With a quiet hum, Allison walked over to the open hatch leading downwards behind Vert. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go see if Mister Kabuki over here deserves to live for taking up my precious time. Ta-ta!" Not a second later...Allison jumped down the proverbial rabbit hole after her mouthy friend, skipping several ladder rungs every step of the way down, arriving barely moments after Vert.

"...Hm, Cozy." She mused, straitening her jacket slightly. Right, she was still wearing that silly school uniform she pilfered...a few days ago for observing some funny little hero academy. She probably should get something a bit more her style, but for now it'd do. "Quite an interesting little set up. Not as cozy as my personal little venue but it certainly has its charm." And with all of them potentially moving in here, it was definitely going to get a bit more lively and perhaps interesting.

She looked over to where vert was cooking, not all that hungry. She had eaten before she left and wasn't particularly looking forward to dine any more right now. Something else caught her attention anyways...a board that said 'jobs'. She walked over to the board.

"Oh my, someone expects us to work for them? That's rater presumptuous. Amusing, but presumptuous."

[Assistant]
Kurt nodded to the group as they decided what to do with her. "Not a bad choice," he said to Ryu, sending a quick glance to the girl named Charlotte. "Better to make allies than enemies, I guess." Still, he didn't care much; he just need some rest from transforming. Making his way to the ladder, he slid down it, not bothering to climb the steps.

He looked around at the cubicle. Or should he say, their new home. He was living with these maniacs? Seemed strange, but he just shrugged off his concern. "You guys do whatever, as long as you don't bother me." With a small mutter of words, he trudged over to the lounging area, flopping down on the couch like he suddenly passed out. He had blindly passed the medical kit, not bothering to patch up his wounds.

He couldn't sleep, though. His wounds stung every time he moved on the couch, and his stomach growled when he smelled one lets being made. He flipped over to lay on his back, an arm covering his eyes from everything. He resisted the urge to get up and go see who was cooking it. Exhaustion overcame him, but he still couldn't fall into a blissful sleep.


[System]
Often goes simply by Murdock

Alias -
The Spider

Age -
26

Earth # -
1501

Powers -
Standard Spider-Man powers
Standard Daredevil powers
Combined Spidey/Radar Sense
Martial Arts Training

Weaknesses -
Standard Spider-Man weaknesses
Standard Daredevil weaknesses
Blind
Can't webswing as well as other Spider-Men

Personality
Charming, Fearless, Morally Flexible

Standard Spidey costume, but with black instead of blue, and the 'lenses' in the mask aren't actually lenses, just blacked out reflective pieces.
He looks more like Matt Murdock than Peter Parker. Refer to Charlie Cox's Matt Murdock if you need a visual.

Peter Murdock-Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider at age 16. He was at a public exhibition for 'safe' nuclear experiments when the spider, irradiated by accident during a demonstration, bit him on the back of the neck. He felt dizzy, and his vision blurred, before he passed out. He awoke in the hospital, only able to 'see' dancing colored blurs. He was blind. However, he started to notice that he had strange new abilities when he awoke. He was stronger and faster than before, able to cling to walls, and was able to sense oncoming danger. However, his senses (excluding sight, of course) were also unbelievably enhanced.

He adjusted to this new life as anyone would, and was greatly supported by his uncle, Ben Parker. Peter's parents (who, when married, hyphenated their last names) died in an accident when he was very young, and was taken in by Ben and May Parker, Peter's matrilinial uncle and aunt. May developed cancer not long after, and died, leaving Ben to take care of Peter by himself. Unknown to Ben, Peter's new therapist, Mr. Stick (as he called himself), had been teaching Peter a kind of martial arts as a way of release.

The whole spider fiasco turned Peter away from a career in science, and he decided instead to pursue law in college. Meanwhile, Ben's boxing career had started winding down. He was getting older, and wouldn't be able to sustain it for much longer. A rather shady opportunity came to him one day, a large sum of money in exchange for throwing a match. He reluctantly accepted. When the time came, however, he did just the opposite; he won the match in record time. Battlin' Ben Parker finally had the glory he'd been waiting for his entire career. It was short-lived. He found hitmen waiting for him in his home, and was murdered.

Peter had just gotten his graduate's degree at the time, and had been accepted into law school. The loss was devastating. He realized that he'd been given incredible powers, and never used them to anyone's benefit other than his own. Could he have saved Ben? Probably not, since he wouldn't have been there. He realized, though, that he could have helped many more people, and thus made it his responsibility to do so.

Since then, he's taken up defending New York full-time. By day, as Peter Murdock, Attorney at Law, and by night as The Spider.

Notes -
- He may not be quite as smart science-wise as other Spider-Man, but he graduated law school. He recently opened up his own practice with a friend.
- To shed some light on 'Morally-flexible," it simply means he's willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. The ends justify the means.

Response to Spider Fist -

"Well... If you really need me, I'm up to it. Let's go."
He started walking away, when Spider-Fist grabbed his shoulder.
"Other way, friend."
"... Oh."

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SPIDER - ROGUE

 Like the others, Spider-Rogue removed his mask, a wide grin on his face as he looked around. He swiveled left, then right, then left again. He was really surrounded by other Spidermen, other beings just like him. It had always been a dream or perhaps something even less tangible than that. More like a frivolous, hopeful, prayer. He chuckled before walking near the front of the group to see.

 It seemed like all of the other Spidermen was older and taller than him. It was a bit annoying but he'd taken down bigger opponents before, it was nice to have tall allies for once.

 Hearing the explanation of the situation sent a cold fear up his spine. The Goblin in his universe was no picnic in the park, in fact, the kid had taken out three blocks before he could take him down. Another Spiderman's comments and questions however had replaced that fear with worry. Though it was not for the danger they would all be putting themselves in but the danger that a fellow Spiderman was in instead.

 He stepped out from the others, his hazel eyes staring a furrow gaze out towards the others. Glancing at everyone with seriousness, he rubbed the back of his head then swept it casually to his side. "Hold on, shouldn't we be discussing saving our ally? I mean... he's one of us and he's trapped out there. What's the plan for saving Spiderman? W-Well this Earth's Spiderman."

[Assistant]
After the comment about having to save an this world spiderman Patrick finally walked to the front, the kid was really worried about this worlds spidy, he could feel it.

"your right, that should be our first aim, but chances to save him will rise if we at least know more about what were going to be facing, the scouts seem to be pretty basic but what if we run into one of the other 2 types" Reason and duty, yeah they were pretty conflicting at this point go and save a fellow spidy first and know more about what were up against...
"well that I my opinion at least, but yeah its a touch call"

[User]
When Petey was told to take off his mask his ussual smile diminished. It wasn't only that he had to take off the barrier between Steel and Petey Parker but it was also a hassle to get off considering the head piece was mounted to just about everything else. Steel extended the legs on his arms and decoupled himself from the device allowing him to fall out of the harness.

As Petey looked around the room he gave way to a smile imagining that if not for a few diffrent things in his past he could have been one of the spidermen he saw before him. When the group was open to questions, Petey put his hand up but quickly brought it down as another spider-man began asking away. Petey waited for the other to finish their chat before posing his question "I think I speak for a lot of us here when I ask, what is this earth's spiderman like as opposed to us?" He asked curiously.

[Assistant]
"We do believe the reason Goblin King can't duplicate in his current form is due to the magical elements and nature of Thor's hammer. However, knocking out the original Norman doesn't take out the duplicates. That only worked on Multiple Man in that horrible X-Men cartoon that lasted one season..." Aikman responded to the first Spiderman also called Neo.

"That crappy show must've been popular around the multiverse, we had one as well on my Earth..." FF Spidey also commented.

The same Spiderman then asked about more info about the different types of Goblins.

"We've given you as much information as we have. Nobody other than the Spiderman of Earth 12814 knows exactly what we're up against..." Aikman added.

"As far as a map of NYC, it's an alternate universe's NYC so it could always vary. Just look for the skyscraper labeled 'Oscorp'." FF Spidey continued to the next question about rescuing the Spiderman of this parallel world, "We're going to split the group into two teams. The first group will portal into the sewers to locate the Spiderman and intercept any Goblin sentries. Team two will cause a distraction topside though you will have to stay on your toes and lookout for the Goblin Brutes..."

"Do NOT get put into a corner by multiple Brutes, they won't hold back and are responsible for the deaths of many of this Earth's heroes." Aaron Aikman continued right along. It was good that this group was asking questions.

Neo nodded and then put his hand up again "I can sense aura's, perhaps it would be helpful to locate Spidey in the sewers and I should be able to sense any goblin sentries as well.."

Another Spiderman with a tech'ed out suit asked about what the Spiderman of 12814 was like...

"The Spiderman of Earth 12814 is another version of me..." began the FF Spidey, "Another Peter Parker who is an older member of the Avengers personally trained by his universe's Captain America. He's got at least an extra fifty to sixty pounds of muscle on him and would normally be the Captain's second in command... if not for the Avengers already being beaten by the Goblin King..."

"He's barely managing to survive at this point. He's been fighting against the Goblins alone now for weeks on his world." Aiman then added.

~KL~

[User]
This whole meeting took on more of a freakish nature than the hazel-eyed Silk had anticipated. Spidermen (and well women) gathered and listened in respectful silence as the calm-toned FF spoke first about the removal of masks and then the impending danger. As reluctant to pull off her mask Silk felt in the beginning, she decided was it really worth causing a commotion over as all these spidermen/women were from different universes anyway and wouldn't really be able to out her secret identity anyway. Silk slowly removed her mask and smiled a half smirk as she too, moved towards the back. Staring down the spider-guy who had moved towards the rear before her, her resting bitch face could be enough to unnerve even the dalai lama.

As more of the debriefing went on, Silk found herself yawning quite loudly when the spiderman next to her decided to ask more questions. Which meant drawn out talking. It was quite rude of her but that was her personality. After getting the basics, she was ready for the action already. The Thor goblin though, the idea of that seemed particularly grandeur and was an idea maybe she'd try to get one of these guys or someone back home to start thinking about. She imagined herself with the hammer -- goddess in her own right laying down the law and especially on the peter parker in her own realm. Idiot guy.

She snapped out of it and tuned back in for something about captain america. Okay... "So then let's quit the idle chatter and let's go save him." She smirked again as her hair fell back in front of her face.

[Assistant]
SPIDER - ROGUE

 Seeing how the conversation had become rather short and sweet, Spider-Rogue folded his arms and with a satisfied smile returned to his place. Now that the emotion had come to the forefront, it was near impossible to push it back. For the first time since being brought in by Spider-Fist, he felt a real urge for action.

 With a mindless nod, he agreed with the unknown, female voice behind him. "Yeah, let's go. He could be cornered right now. The quicker the better... I think," he tacked on at the end with a unsure smirk, worried about inexperience.

 The multi-verse was an astoundingly massive place, if all of them were brought in to fight this terror of Goblins, then it was probably best for him not to underestimate them. Even still, he worried for his life. Telling himself those things were pointless. He had a knack for putting himself in unnecessary danger. The only difference being, in his world he could afford to take the risks. In this one, it wasn't so much a choice and most likely fatal.


[System]
Age: 26
Race: Manbeast, anthropomorphic tiger.
Appearance:

School: seeking sword, seven blades.
Fighting Style: The main goal of Yin's style is versatility. Master Gan Fang has stated that while all techniques have a main use, there are at least six alternatives to it. The seven blades is an offensively defensive style. There is not a dedicated block in it, the closest you'll find is a straight open palm strike against the attacking limb. By repeatedly pummeling the opponent the objective is to physically persuade it to stop attacking. Many of the more defensive techniques also aim for soft spots such as exposed muscles, joints, throat, eyes, groin…
The hip is the most important part of the body for a wielder of the seven blades. From there all power is drawn, even the most basic punches, kicks and takedowns comes with a flick of the hip.
The style is heavily reliant on control of the body and chi. If the techniques are done correctly body and chi will flow as one and change muscles into wood and bones into steel.

Weaknesses: While the seven blades is a highly useful art it has a serious drawback. Its focus on control and balance means it is pretty stationary and as such has trouble with overly mobile or overwhelming opponents. A skilled fighter can overcome this weakness, but in the world of martial arts you rarely get a second chance. Yin's tail, while it is a great help with balance and light attacks, can also be turned into a big weakness.

Weapons: While the seven blades have techniques for many different weapons such as staves, daggers, swords, whips, spears, halbeards, clubs ands so on Yin rarely use anything else than his fists. If he has to wield a weapon a simple bamboo staff is his choice.

History: Yin became first student of master Gan Fang after Lu Fau left on his mission of vengeance. Gan Fang often spoke of his previous student very fondly, almost like a lost son.

Yin Hu, like many of his anthropomorphic brothers and sisters, grew up in Valley of the beggar's song. They are mostly shunned by humans, elves and all other major races for being dirty half breeds. It is true after all. The legend of the manbeasts states that their entire race was founded on a dire night, where corrupt men and women of different races drank the blood of animals whose power they wanted. As a cruel joke, the gods granted their wishes. The following morning they were all run out of their homes and had to learn how to survive in the wild, like animals.

From these evil people today's manbeasts are descended, and it seems nothing can be done to get rid of their vile history.
Although, there are a handful of people in the world that will treat manbeats as people. One of these are known as Master Gan Fang. He spotted the young Yin Hu in the valley one day, and saw potential in him. At that time Lu Fau was his head student, and Yin were mostly carrying out pointless repetitive tasks to strengthen his discipline and core strength.
Master Gan Fang didn't train his students the same way, they were different people and had different talents. Yin Hu showed promise in the art of improvisation, and was trained in a style that would allow him to use the cores of many techniques in many different ways depending on situation.

Yin is fully trained and is about to leave his master and wander around the world and seek wisdom and perhaps an apprentice or two. He holds his master in the highest of regards and knows that while other masters claims he is boasting, Master Gan Fang is a mighty warrior, and truly capable of any feat he says he has performed.
Before his journey, Master Gan Fang has told Yin Hu that his final lesson will be at the annual battle tournament at Secret Cove. What he means by that, Yin doesn't know.

My relation to... Boar.
This hulking monstrosity of the Smiling Fist School if pretty much Yin's worst nightmare in battle. While they have never faced each other in the ring Yin has had the fortune of seeing the Orc train and is well aware that the training dummies aren't supposed to break like that.

Boar's headstrong attitude and lust for fighting is the polar opposite of the calm and calculating Yin. They might never be friends, but Yin respects Boar as a fellow martial artist, and secretly hopes that they will never have to face each other in battle, for Yin may not walk away from it.

[User]
The blurring assault from Tsubo's classmate momentarily caught Duang off guard. Some of the lesser seasoned martial artists were in awe of the half-elf's speed. They began chatting amongst themselves, sizing up Lee and Seikatsu with strategies for the approaching tournament. Duang clenched his teeth and pridefully refused to show any sign of pain. He jumped back onto his feet. "How dare you, half-breed!" Duang spat on the floor, brandishing the broadsword fastened on his back. "I'll skin you alive!" The disciple of the Grieving Spider charged toward Seikatsu, whose attention was more focused on Lee.

Tsubo's anger never settled since the throw, and his brother of the Shallow Step's intervention aggravated him even more. "Get your hand off me!" The dwarf swatted Seikatsu's hold from his shoulder. "You've got your own battles to deal with now." Tsubo said, hinting at Duang, who was within striking distance of Seikatsu. The dwarf lowered his center of gravity then immediately sprung for Lee's ankles like a wild cat. The sudden attack nearly matched Seikatsu's twitch speed. If he succeeded on getting close, Tsubo was ready to grapple Lee onto the floor and go for an ankle lock. This technique was not of Master Iyo's teaching. Wrestling is a standard for northern dwarves who grew up in the Grand Tortoise mines. Tsubo's pride was clearly at stake here.

While a fight was starting to break out on the ship, the wall of fog surrounding the vessel grew more dense, blocking out the sun and everything else in sight. Navigation through such conditions was a testament to the skills of the Captain and his crew. It won't be long until they reach their destination...

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"Lu Fau? What are you doing here? Is your quest of revenge finally at an end? Master will be so pleased to see you."

Lu Fau looked at the manbeast with a stern expression. He recognized Yin more clearly now, but the memories of his past prior to entering the Catacombs of Khijo were hazy. It was like recalling a vivid dream, and after years of living in solitude, it was refreshing to come across a familiar face from his old life. But the manbeast seemed more different now. He was no longer a cub. Not just in a physical sense, but with his fighting spirit as well. This was likely forged from the baptism of Master Gan Fang's rigorous teachings, a feat not easily obtained.

"Forgive me...Yin, was it?" He seemed momentarily lost in thought before returning his attention. Lu Fau refrained from answering Yin's question about his quest and focused on a more lighter topic. "Much time has passed. How is the old war dog? Still bruising his disciples with that wooden practice sword of his?"

[Assistant]
Lee really had to stop thinking with his crotch. This lady was old enough to be his grandmother. Course he was always polite and didn't want beat on the poor old woman.

"Honestly I am seeing someone right now and it's wrong for me to cheat." He said before running for his lfe basically. Before he could dive for the ocean and swim for it he was stopped by someone talking to him. The other person seemed to know who Lee was.

Lee looked at the man and nodded. "Yes I am. Wouldn't call myself violent but... Yah I'm Lee." Sory but I don't really know your name. Also thanks for stopping that dwarf. I hate fighting people I don't really know." He said smiling.

[User]
Boar had gotten a good look at what was happening and saw the dwarf had been paused twice but was still continuing on for his smiling fist sibling. He got up from his 'hidden' position with a coil of rope and threw it down on the deck below behind lee's feet. It wasn't an expert attack to entangle the dwarf just as he sped through the open coils, it was a block in the way to make the dwarf ram into it or come to a stop as the lumbering brute came down the stairs.

As dumb as he projected himself to be to others, he was at least of average intelligence, but stereotypes were easier to pull off most of the time in crowds. Hopefully his rope was enough to make the rock-biter slow or shift for him to close the distance. Otherwise he was going to have to grab the human and dwarf each by a leg and pull them apart like a pair of dogs.

"Stop dwarf, or I'll stop you... Hi Lee."

[Assistant]
"Much time has passed. How is the old war dog? Still bruising his disciples with that wooden practice sword of his?"

That settled it, it was Lu Fau. No one who hadn't been one of Gan Fang's students would mention the wooden sword so casually. Yin gave his comrade a smile full of the razor-sharp teeth of a predator. Yin had spent hours practising to smile like a human, but the teeth always broke the illusion of friendliness.
"Master is very well. He is below decks right now, meditating" Yin leaned closer and lowered his voice "Sleeping."
He straightened his back again and became aware of an almost uncomfortable heat. He looked down and saw the cup of tea and remembered. He'd been so caught up in meeting Lu Fau that he'd actually forgotten the tea. Well, he could be certain now that it wasn't poisoned or tampered with in any way. Master Gan Fang would've beaten any such inclination out of his students at a very young age. He tasted it, and drew in lots of air at the same time to give the taste more depth. There was a definite taste of chamomile, which was used as a medicine for settling upset stomachs. Something else as well… Yin couldn't identify it, but he was sure that if a fellow student of Gan Fang thought it would help then it surely would. He made a mental note of asking Lu Fau about the ingredients, for the return journey. He swallowed and let out a satisfied "aah".
Yes, a tea so good must help with his seasickness… Seasickness?

Once again Yin became aware of something he'd forgotten. That the world was rocking and nothing stood still. He panicked and turned to the only aid he could find, the tea. In three big gulps he emptied the whole thing and then gasped for air. Tiny black spots danced in front of his eyes for a second and disappeared again. The fluid in his stomach actually helped, it felt warm, reassuring and strangely fitting, because it sloshed around just like the ship, it stayed still while the rest of the world was mad.
He would've been alright if a wave from a passing ship hadn't struck the side of the ship at that exact moment. The calm zen-like nature of the tea inside Yin turned into a stormy nightmare, and the boat rocked more violently than before. While not a problem to most passengers, to Yin it felt like he was being turned upside down. His body reacted on instinct and let his legs give way. Yin found himself sitting on his ass with his back against the railing. Slowly he breathed in and out through his nose. It took all his concentration.
"I'm not very good with ships and things…" He managed after a few seconds.
"Some martial artist, huh? My greatest foe is floating wood."


[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Alchemist Name: The Blue Devil

Alchemy Type: Fire Alchemy - Blaise, inspired by a distant relative of his, going by 'Roy Mustang', Blaise has permanently tattooed and sewn in similar transmutation runes on ever single digit of his hands, along with a more intricate pattern on his two white ignition gloves. When wearing the gloves, only a snap of the fingers will ignite the oxygen in the air, where the ensuing sparks from his snap will ignite an inferno of fire to consume the target into nothing but ash.

He can also use other techniques with the gloves - a noticeable, often-used one being grabbing onto any part of the opponents body and using the friction to send blasts of fire from his palm - the head being the most used body part. Due to the transmutation circles on his fingers, he can do the same without his gloves - only, it will char his hand, which is why he prefers not to. A sharp, cracking 'snap' is usually the telltale sign that someone's about to be burned to a crisp, or him clenching his hand into a fist, almost experimentally. Oddly enough, his fire is a vibrant blue, rather than the natural fire - although this doesn't change it's destructive power, and is mainly a side-effect from the transmutation backlash.

Personality: To be revealed IC. Noticeable traits; Laidback, calm, distant, razor-sharp wit, inquisitive nature.

History: Born to a rather normal family, Blaise was brought up as a soldier-boy, his parents thinking that he would follow in his family's footsteps and become a high-ranking official in the military. Obviously, Blaise was too independent for that, and saw luxury in travelling alone, gathering a vast amount of wealth while also experiencing excitement and action, something you wouldn't really expect from such a calm, laidback, distant young lad. He grew up hearing stories about Roy Mustang and other noticeable figures in history, and thus, he opted to take a page from the man's legend and becoming a Flame Alchemist - that way, he could leave, without joining the military.

Thankfully, he was a genius, and after a few months, everything was taken care of. The following test was...interesting; basically, he ended up burning down his home, and his family inside. Taken aback, and highly disgusted in himself, Blaise took to the road, training and taking different bounties and missions as he fought to forget about the sin he had commited. Years upon years passed like this, and due to his prodigal ability in combat, he quickly became feared as the 'Blue Devil' due to the fearful blue flames he released.

Level in State: N/A - He's a mercenary/bounty hunter/treasure hunter/adventurer...yeah, basically, he does what he wants. He doesn't care about the military or whatever.

[User] Tash stood in a alley of Central. She had a piece of chalk grasped in her hand as she watched people walk down the streets. Her heels bothered her feet but she wasn't going to complain. She was waiting to meet up with any of her fellow coalition members.

[Assistant]
"Burn." The word was spoken calmly and stoically, the black-haired, suit-wearing man casually ducking underneath the thug's fist and clenching his own gloved hand around the man's face. Before anything could even be uttered, the mugger screamed in fear, beady eyes widening once he saw the runes on the gloves shining brightly. He just had to try to mug the Blue Devil-

Birds flapped into the sky as the inhuman scream skyrocketed in loudness, an inferno of beautiful, fiery blue fire exploding into the sky. The suit-wearing man merely walked out of that same alley-way, hands in his pockets as he headed in no particular direction. Citizens stared at the man, and then the alley. Only, there were no ashes there; just scorch marks.

[User]
Dan walked down the street casually. Her normal dress on but a black leather jacket over it covering her alchemy tattoos on her back so no one knew who she was. Since she was a special ops alchemist for the state most people only knew her name not her face. The people that did know her face and her name were either dead, in jail, or a fellow state alchemist ranked higher than her.

Dan was enjoying peace from her walk when from a distance she heard an inhuman scream then saw a pillar of blue fire explode into the sky. 'Alchemy.' she thought before she took off running through streets and side alleys towards where it came from. When she came to the scene she pushed through the crowd until she saw the scorch marks in the alley. A lower ranked soldier of the state tried to push her away but she simply pulled out her pocket watch. They immediately stepped bow and apologized before letting her through and into the alleyway. She kneeled beside the scorch marks and looked around. "No other clues were left behind, just the blue flames and these scorch marks from the burning of a victim." Dan said to no one I'm particular as she stood up and began to ask people of what they saw.

[Assistant]
Harry was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. He had his symbols hidden when he can so no one could copy them. Plus with how they worked he didnt want to blow himself up by accident. While he walk a blood-curdling scream sounded out through the city. He just smirked because to him it sounded wonderful.

As he walked he saw he was getting close to the meeting point of his fellow coalitionists. So he started making sure he wasnt being followed. No point getting caught now. Once he was sure it was all safe he walked up to the meeting point.

[User]
The young commander had a moment off from strenuous work, however that didn't necessarily mean her vigilance wasn't necessary. She had sauntered about the city, her body hidden under more casual appearing clothing with her precious guns hidden underneath her leather jacket.

Lanette ran her fingers through her hair, a small sigh escaping her lips as she walked down the street. Her mind had wandered elsewhere and because of that, she managed to bump shoulders with a passerby. "Terribly sorry, sir." She murmured in a calm tone. Her violet gaze rested on him; The man's appearance was rather... Unsettling to her. Lanette kept a relaxed disposition and continued on, only to stop and turn on her heels once she was a good distance away to begin a pursuit.

[Assistant] Erik was forced into office duty yet again. Though, a nearby sound startled him from the paperwork he was being forced to fill out. He instantly ran outside to try and investigate the source and thought the smoke rising up was probably a good place to start. He ran out in front of the alleyway and attempted to stop but instead tripped and fell on is face. "Ow... maybe this is why I never get a promotion." He mumbled to himself instead of picking himself up.

[User] Tash let out a angry huff. "Where are they?" She mumbled checking her watch as she perched on a trash can. Her dark sapphire eyes glared out at the crowds that couldn't see her from her location in the shadows. She did nothing but pull a black cloak tightly around her and pulled the hood down to cover her face and onyx hair. If anyone spotted her or any of her coalition members they'd all be in danger and she preferred to keep her identity a secret until she put her plan into action.

[Assistant] "Augh life in central is so boring!" David groaned. He had just finished delivering papers when an unearthly scream tore through town. David quickly hopped up from the bench he had been sitting on and sprinted strait to the scene. He was too quick to even have been blocked by the men who were trying to keep people from the scene. David was not the first one at the scene like he had expected to be.@Kitty "Long time no see Dan"  David said. "You may not remember me but I remember when you got your license. In all honesty I thought you had gotten yourself blown up or something. I haven't seen you in years. I wasn't a soldier back then, but I was the runt who kept getting under your, and other soldiers, feet while I was still in training. So what happened here?"  David asked while glancing at the burn marks left at the scene and the way the corpse's muscles were tightened. "Obviously somebody was burned."

[User] Dan turned to look at him and gave a slight nod as her mind ran through the information learned from witnesses. "All I was able to collect from witnesses is that there was a scream, a pillar of blue fire, then a man in a suit with black hair walked out of the alley and away from the scene. I have a soldier that has artistic abilities drawing out sketches of the suspect from different witnesses." Dan said giving the most information that she could. "Also David I believe you forgot that when I got my license you were taller than me and you are also barely younger than me. Although you enjoyed being in the middle of action even when you were inexperienced. If I remember correctly I saved your ass a few times." Dan said smirking playful as the soldier with the sketches brought them over to her. She handed a few to David as she looked over them. They reminded her a bit of the legendary Fire Alchemist, Roy Mustang.

[Assistant] Just as Harry thought he was safe from someone following him, someone bumped into him. He looked behind him and swear he saw that same person walking behind him. He cursed under his breath because he was close to the meeting point. He crossed to the other side so he could pass the meeting point without drawing attention too it. Since he thought he was being followed he need to lose the tail before he could loop back around and meet up. He was gonna need some kind of distraction to get away so he looked for something that would work.

[User] "Hahaha, that may have been exactly how it happened, many, many times." he said "Thanks for the information, see send people to look for this man on the ground and see if anybody in any nearby streets have seen anything." He said. Then realized that he had given a higher ranking soldier an order. "If you see fit." David quickly jibed in quickly as he took a pin out of his pocket and pricked himself till blood came out. "I know there are other ways to do this, but I don't have the time to do it properly. I'll look for anything suspicious from the sky." He said before drawing out a transmutation (correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't read/watched FMA in about a year.) circle with his own blood. The wind suddenly picked up and David shot into the sky, gliding on the wind looking for the strange man in the picture that he now holds in his hand.

[Assistant]
The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time.

As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air.

The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...


[System]
Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Relations

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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[User]
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Evelyn Holder

Location: Serval Industries, R&D Lab
Skills: N/A

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Evelyn wasn't an expert on technology, but she was still pretty sure they could try and take something off of the helmet even if information on their server it was linked to was deleted. "It's still a worth looking over anyway." Evelyn said, as Watts took a step closer to her she blushed slightly, though she didn't show it right now when he kissed her on the cheek. Though the information Watts told her was also pretty interesting, and maybe why they needed the splicer in the first place as well. "Well it looks like we will have to sneak into her office, or track her movements." Evelyn whispered back to Watts before taking a step backwards.

Then Watts picked up a wrench and threw it across the room, looking over at him with a slightly confused look though she wasn't seeing anything at all. Right now she was just thinking it was a lot of stress that had happened the last month and dealing with the loss of Andrew, looking back at Watts. "So, throwing a wrench would be a good way to test a theory that the ghost of Andrew is here?" Evelyn asked, even if Andrew was alive, they would have had some kind of sign that he wasn't dead by now other than recovering his helmet.

[Assistant]
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Location: Serval Industries - Rooftop --> Kitchen --> Training Room
Skills:

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Bobbi finished her cigarette and dropped it to join the little pile of butts in an old coffee can. She was sure to stab it out, she didn't want to burn down the building after all. She gulped down the last of her coffee and dumped the one that had been for Andrew over the side of roof. Into an alley below, not quite caring if it spilled onto someone. Probably deserved it if they worked at Serval.

She went back down the stairs and into the warmth. Her fingers stung as blood began to flow properly through them again. In the kitchen she washed her mugs right away, taking care to clean up any mess she had left behind. She very nearly fell into a cleaning trance again but snapped herself out of it. She had wanted to fight and better herself, not clean. She made her way toward the training facilities, hoping Wesley would be there. She wasn't in the mood to hunt him down.

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Location: Serval Industries - Library --> Ceiling
Skills: Enhanced Strength and Military Training

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Wesley hissed with surprise as the woman appeared behind him. Her voice caused him to spin around. He was ready to sputter out some sort of statement that he had not been eaves dropping. But she had caught him quite obviously and she left him no time to defend himself. He tensed at her statement. How was she planning on making him disappear when there were others who knew his whereabouts. He frowned as the room started to shake. Books fell from the shelves and knocked into him, bruising flesh. Was it just him or was the room getting smaller?

He breathed in counts of three to calm the nerves which were unraveling. Once he had found himself to be steady enough to handle the task at hand, he began to search the room. He knocked on walls, looking for weak points and searched for vents through which his bulk might fit. He even tried the door just in case but found it tightly locked. The room was becoming less and less roomy.

He glanced up at the ceiling and could have smacked himself upside the head. The ceiling was tiled. He climbed a nearby bookcase. At first he had trouble - perhaps his excitement causing him to misstep. He slipped part way up, falling painfully onto his back. He groaned as a book smashed into his face to seal the deal. He rubbed his forehead before trying again. With speed and more alacrity than he had shown before he managed to scale the bookcase. Once atop, he moved the tile aside and lifted himself carefully into the ceiling. With even greater care he moved, making his way toward the lab.

Survival skill? Navigation? Photographic memory? - Making his way to the lab through the ceiling.


[System]
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Shadow, TBA, TBA

Gender:Generally Male

Age: 25

Skills: * Dual-wielding
* Stealth
* Impersonation
* Master Scythe fighter

Magic: Nex is a master of Shadow Magic, which allow him to control, manipulate, energize, and solidify shadows to use in combat, as well as for a variety of other things, this also allows him to become as formless as a shadow, thus allowing him to change how he looks. Here are some examples of basic spells, and his #1 most Powerful spell that has earned him the majority of his infamy:* Shadow Bolt: A bolt of energized shadow that can be fired either in rapid fire or more powerful charged shots
* Shadow Scythe: A shadow contsruct that takes the form of a scythe, the blade of which is extremely sharp and can grow, shrink, and even be made into a whip like projection, doesn't harm the caster.
* Shadow Tendrils: Rather self explanatory, this spell allows Nex to summon tendrils of shadows, either for combat, utility, or for fun, if you know what I mean

Equipment: * The Black Book:Effects of said book are TBA

Personality: Nex is very much like a young child in his way of reasoning, if he sees something he wants, he'll take it. Anyone who gets in his way will be removed quickly and painfully.

Biography: Once upon a time, there was a young mage of great power and skill, so much so that he was even granted the honor of training under a member of the mage's council. rom the age of 7-14, he buried himself in his studies, wanting to prove to all that he was worthy of this honor. One day, however, he stumbled upon an ancient grimoire that seemed to be made from the hide of a black dragon. The tome wreaked of dark magic, and yet instead of repulsing the boy, it only drew him towards its, like a moth to a flame. The moment he laid his hand upon it, the book sprang open, the pages full of nothing but darkness that surged forth and consumed the boy dragging him screaming into it's dark depths.

Others: As long as Nex serves the book and has it in his possession, he cannot be killed, only severely wounded. He can still kill himself, however, from over use of his magic.

[User]
"Yeah, I didn't really get a good look myself either," Chloe said conversationally as she stepped out from the shadows of the gatehouse door and walked toward the group of knights who stood beneath the open gate to the city. There was a playful bounce to her step and she swung her arms in an exaggerated manner. Her body was wrapped in the same white paper coat that she had worn to the meeting the other day, only it was a little worse for wear. Her face was clean, save for a slight smudge of dirt on her cheek. If she had noticed it bothered her little.

Chloe turned toward Kendrick. "So what about me? Do I have a nice body?" Chloe said playfully, coming to a stop several feet from the group. To negate any tension her presence may have elicited she closed her eyes and laughed gently. She placed her hands together behind her back cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier. And you must be HaZaEl," Chloe said playfully as she deliberately fumbled the pronunciation of Hazael's name. "We didn't speak yesterday. But here I am. And here you are." Chloe stood upright and laughed heartily to herself before curtsying to Hazael.

[Assistant]
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon began strolling down to the gate, this time accompanied by four members of the Kings Guard that he trusted completely, they weren't coming but he wanted them to help him keep Civvies away from the discussion... the those pesky city guard. The Other Guardsmen looked very prim and proper, in full uniform. They were walking with stone espressions, even if one of them was quite the talked off duty and could rarely hold his liquor, and their mere presence made people keep to the edge of the street, for to them this looked like official business and you never get involved in the official business of the upper classes if you valued your livelihood. On the other hand Damon looked more at ease, he was more relaxed, but not slobbish. He was still in full uniform but he hand casually rested on his hilt and his expression was one of exhaustion. Damon hadn't got much sleep, truth be told he spent most the night on duty and the rest lying down in one of the palace's guest rooms, alert for the slightest sign of movement.

Eventually he arrived at the gate to meet the trio and one other from yesterday, his men fanning out to keep the area clear of miscreants and allow them an area not filled by an army of civilians. Officially he was here to inspect the city guard and check that it was ready to deal with this arachnoblaster should Hazael's group fail, unofficially he was here to help in anyway he could. "Commander, these are some of my most trusted few, they have been informed of what should happen should an attempt be made on anyone in the palace's life. They are here to listen, observe and give me an excuse for missing my shift today." he said, adding the last part with a nervous smile, pretending he was happy to be off work. "So whats the plan?" he said getting to within a meter of the group.

[User] Bristlebane snorted and wake up blurry-eyed to see some army people and the MAGIC PAPER LADY! He shook himself awake and discarded the raggedy blanket thing he was sleeping under and stood up. She seemed to be in a good mood maybe she would be willing to teach him magic today. "Yeah whats the plan peps, and does it involve explosion?" he asked echoing Damon's question. He didn't see the gunner lady yet so probably not. He thought about when would be the best time to ask the paper lady when he could learn magic. Probably right after he did something heroic like saving her, Bristlebane began constructing a plan to win himself her favor and learn how to make the ultimate paper everything. Mostly airplanes but he could probably make other cool stuff as well.

[Assistant]
Nex was on top of the gate, watching everyone assemble, wandering what he should do. He didn't remember anything that had happened after his master had taken control of him, and he had woken up just an hour ago in a nearby alley. He hoped his master hadn't offended the paper lady in anyway. Deciding he'd had enough waiting, and being a little bored and mischievous, Nex jumped from the top of the gate onto one of the male knights that had accompanied Hazael, except he didn't look like himself, but like the paper mage lady. He was still wearing the same clothes however, or more to the point, wearing the same lack of clothes.

"Nex has arrived to slay the monster too!"

[User]
"Thought we covered that already? Kill a big ole spider."

Cassie gave a half-assed salute as she walked past the four stone faced guards, her cannon swaying from the harness on her back. She gave a wink to Chloe as she ruffled Nex's head.

"I'd say your body is quite...magical? Was that too much? Probably too much. I can never tell. Job of extremes and all that."

The bombardier slammed the cannon down onto the stone with a loud thud, giving a proper salute to Hazael before adjusting her monocle and patting the Howler and the heavy case strapped to her hips.

"Ma'am. Lieutenant Cutie, liking the armor, very intimidating. Puncture rounds, usually used for dropping braced walls during sieges, should kick through the critter's hide and wreak some havoc. These ones are modified slightly, so there SHOULDN'T be collateral on anyone up close when it hits, but it also means the booms are a bit smaller. But don't worry, I'm the best there is, so just trust that my shots won't hit any of you. I also have scatter shots in case there's infantry or the like trying to give backup, though I really don't recommend being near the target if I use it. I'm ready to go when you are."

Extra ammo, designed to minimize impact on her allies. Grenades to light everything on fire if someone gets too close to her. She pulled her pistol out to double check the ammo. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. Her heart gave a skip. No drills, no practice shots. She got to blow up a big freaking monster with her cannon. Some days, it was wonderful to be alive, despite the situation. She'd get to hear her baby sing again. Leaning the cannon down into a makeshift bench, she sat down on it, lighting up her pipe and giving puffs with her signature jackal grin.

"Our group seems much smaller than yesterday. Where are we intercepting the beastie?"

[Assistant]
Avon Ruhame

After a good nights rest, and a tastier then usual breakfast ( courtesy of his favorite tavern ), Avon took his time getting back to the gate. As expected, he wasn't the first one there, not even close by the looks of it. Hazael was there, obviously, as well as a few faces he recognized from the crowd the previous day. However, not all of them he had seen before.

Anyhow, as he drew in closer, he heard them speak. The first one he heard was a girl who absolutely butchered Hazael's name. The second, was talking about the guard and asking for the plan. Others continued to go on and show they were present, and a few of them started to go about talking to each other. Avon was feeling a little less intimidated by the group then he had the previous day, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to any of them yet.

Avon didn't want to shout above the others to introduce himself, so he inched towards Hazael, all the while listening as before. One of the ladies gave quite the speech. He would have been slightly less inclined to listen to the bombardier talk if she hadn't been so pretty. Avon then slapped himself lightly to get himself out of the mindset. Now's not the time for staring, now's the time for action! he pep talked himself while he merged with them.

[User]
Dante

Dante had gone back to his forge and whipped up a special pistol, just for today. He happily slung it over his belt and displayed his sword proudly as he went back to where they would be meeting. "Hello!" he said cheerily, eyeing the people that were there. "Seems to be the same people from yesterday still." he said normally, a slight undertone of happiness as he approached Chloe again, her being the only person he really knew at all here. "Hello, Chloe!" He greeted her, grinning as he pulled the pistol out, eager to show her. "I made this last night, it has special combusting flame bullets, and fires as strong as a cannon!" he said enthusiastically, beginning to ramble a little.

[Assistant]
Chloe was cut off in her stride by the sound of an unpleasantly familiar voice, causing her to slowly turn head toward the source with a momentarily tense look on her face. Her two admirers from yesterday had arrived. The dark mage and the monkey. The fact that Nex had taken her face was also more than a little disconcerting. Though she laughed at the sight her brow suggested a distinct lack of amusement."Hehe, yeah, that's not creepy at all," Chloe said more to herself than to Nex.

The women called Cassie made her own entrance a moment later. She had an aura of natural confidence around her that made her presence known. But it was the object on her back that was making Chloe more than a little inwardly nervous. A cannon. It was not the technology itself per see that bothered her but it kind of suggested a specific preference toward blowing things up. And fire. Chloe felt a nervous tinge in her stomach that made her keep her distance. Which was why the arrival of Dante came as something of a relief.

Chloe turned to face him and waved in greeting with a radiant smile on her face. "Dante. Oh, what's that you have there?" she asked rhetorically as she leaned in toward the gun that he was holding, his enthusiasm almost blinding compared to the lacklustre enthusiasm that she showed toward her own craft. "F-fire huh? That's...amazing, really," Chloe said with a slightly nervous laugh as she stood up and backed off just a little.


[System]
Age: 36
Class: Ordo Malleus Inquisitor

Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc)
-Armor of Zhevon, a suit of powered carapace armor. Many of the features in this suit emulate the features of stormtrooper armor. The robes he wears are made of the same material that the Skitarii robes are made of. The actual carapace and unarmored locations in the armor are coated in aegium, giving him the agility needed for his preference towards melee combat, while not sacrificing protection. As a bonus, he carries a Rosarius, which protects him from incoming ranged fire, the Rosarius is in the shape of a golden cross necklace. All of these combined give him a surprising amount of durability. This armor has been dipped with the Ungents of Warding, which is known to repel daemons and warp powers.
-The Blade of Sardonyx, named after Zhevon's homeworld, this sword was a gift from the Lord Inquisitor who had picked him up from his home. The master crafted power sword has proven itself for over a decade. This sword has been dipped with the Ungents of Warding.
-The Heart of Sardonyx, a very recent gift to Zhevon, from the Mechanicus. The Heart of Sardonyx is a hand crafted Conflagration Inferno Pistol, mounted in the forearm. Allowing Zhevon to use his sword with both hands when required, without needing to holster his sidearm. He has not used this weapon outside of the firing range.
-Digital Weapon 'Mandiblaster'. Mounted to where his jaw would be on his helmet, there are four. He and a friend in the Mechanicus created this in an effort to emulate Eldar Striking Scorpion Mandiblasters.
-Null Rod, an obsidian rod that when switched on, crackles with anti-psyker energies. He likes carrying a Null Rod on the occasion that a Heretic Psyker is just on the verge of summoning a daemon. He has made the observation that hitting one in the middle of a summon completely shuts down the summon, resulting in one very confused Psyker, in a room of confused Heretics, and a grinning Inquisitor. As of recent, he's gotten pretty good at throwing it. Also helpful if his own Psykers start going crazy.
-Backpack. He carries several things in his small backpack. A canteen of water, some food, and whatever needs to be carried. He has several Consecrated Scrolls strapped to the sides of his backpack. He often carries a thermis of tea, although most of the time it gets cold by the time he finishes it.

Notable Deeds and Skills:
Friendly. Zhevon is what you call friendly. Many Inquisitors, xenos, and people in general, who at first were very rude, have eventually become on decent, or even good terms with him. He is actually on very good terms with the Mechanicus, having done several personal favors for them.
Radical. He is considered a Radical Inquisitor by most Puritan Inquisitors, due to the times when he negotiated and made dealings with xenos. When prompted why, his reply is often along the lines of, "My duty is to slay the Daemon, not the Xeno."
Master Swordsman, using ancient techniques from his homeworld and mixing it with several newer styles he has learned, he is extremely capable with his power sword. He often tests his skills against a variety of foes, other Inquisitors, Grey Knights, Astartes, to name a few. On one occasion he even sparred with a Striking Scorpion of the Eldar, he lost, but considered it an extremely valuable learning experience. To this date, he has slain countless lesser Daemons with his trusty sword, and even banishing a Greater Daemon of Slannesh. With the aid of half a Chapter of Space Marines and some others.
Defeater of Ke'Mra, the Pleaser. During a battle, the Chaos Forces present summoned a Greater Daemon of Slannesh. Zhevon rushed into battle to face the Daemon, hoping that he would catch its attention so that the Imperial forces would be able to continue fighting. He was successful in distracting the Daemon, who was amused that a single human dared challenge it. It was not amused much longer when it realized that it was then surrounded by tanks and heavy weapons. After the battle, the Ordo Malleus offered him a Daemonhammer. Zhevon refused, saying that he had zero experience or training with such a weapon. He preferred his sword.

Appearance:

Name: Gregor Mekel
Age: 27
Class: Guardsman

Equipment:
-Carapace Armor, a kitbash if anyone has ever seen one. Gregor combined Cadian "Kasrkin" Pattern Stormtrooper armor with Tempestus Scion armor. He uses the Kasrkin bodyarmor and pauldrons, while using the Scion greaves, gauntlets and helmet. The backpack is from the Scion armor set. Despite the occasional complaint from the local Techpriest, this kitbashed armor does not seem to hate Gregor, instead, the armor has saved his life on numerous occasions. Gregor keeps his armor gunmetal black with a steel grey trim. To cut down on weight, he has excluded the armor that covers his thighs. The Inquisition I can be seen on his left boot, and his pauldrons. The carapace armor includes a microbead for communication, photovisor(NightVision), rebreather, and an integral auspex with a wrist display. While most wrist mounted auspex are mounted on the topside of the wrist, Gregor has opted to flip it and mount it on the bottom side of his left arm. This allows him to keep his Meltagun up and gives him the ability to look at his auspex with only a glance.
-Accatran Pattern Mark VIII Meltagun, Gregor prefers the Accatran Mk.VIII over other Meltaguns due to its lighter weight, and the addition of a carrying handle. He has a bandoleer with several melta canisters on it. On his left hip is some webbing, he typically has two or three canisters strapped there too.
-A shortsword and Combat knife, the sword sheath is mounted at his lower back. He has an additional standard issue Imperial Guard combat knife, strapped to his left pauldron, used for when things get really bad, or he's in a space too small for his sword.
-A Mars Pattern Mark IV Command Laspistol, right hip holster. He uses the slightly heavier Mars Mk.IV due to its increased range. Since if there is no armor for him to blast, he's not going to waste any Melta charges on mere cultists, he's going to use a regular gun. Usually keeps his spare chargepacks wherever he can put them, pockets, on some combat webbing, sometimes strapped onto his gauntlets or even his boots. The amount of chargepacks he has usually ends up at around four or five, not including the one in the pistol.
-Explosives, Gregor usually carries several Meltabombs in his backpack, he uses them like bricks of C4. He also usually carries one or two frag grenades somewhere on his body within easy reach.

Notable Deeds/Skills:
-Survivor of Operation Grey Gold. Operation Grey Gold was a mission lead by Inquisitor Caphus into rebel territory. Inquisitor Caphus needed to investigate if the rebels were dealing with Chaos. He requisitioned a platoon of nearby Guardsmen to help him punch through rebel lines. Gregor, having just been drafted into the Guard was among the Guardsmen who were in that platoon. That was his first mission, at 18 years old. At the end of Operation Grey Gold, only three of the platoon had survived. Gregor was one of the three. Rather than letting them back into the Guard, Inquisitor Caphus recruited them into his retinue.
-Bane of Armor. Gregor has a knack for destroying armored units. Whether it be Dreadnoughts, Tanks, APCs, IFVs, planes, if its armored, Gregor probably knows how to kill it. He has spent weeks studying records of vehicles, so much so that if something new appears, he can look at it with only a glance and guess where its fuel tanks are, where the crew are sitting, where the ammo racks are held, and its possible weak points.
-AT Specialist. Gregor's knack for killing armored units has earned him access to much of the anti-tank weapons in the armory. He is an expert with the meltagun, and decent with rocket launchers. He is proficient with a lascannon, only because he spent much of his lascannon practice time having fun with heavy stubbers and heavy bolters.
-Creative. Gregor is a creative fellow. He once dressed up as a rebel and infiltrated a rebel camp, only to realize that the rebels were also chaos cultists. He may have nervously said some mildly heretical things to keep his cover, while he secretly planted bombs to distract the bulk of the enemy force. Ultimately his disguise failed when he accidentally blew up their latrines with one of the bombs he had planted.
-Veteran. Despite his somewhat unimpressive origins, having started out as an Imperial Guard Conscript, he has grown to become a combat veteran. Being just as elite as Stormtroopers. This is due to working with said Stormtroopers constantly, Gregor has picked up on their tricks, techniques, and has even received field training from some of them. Although field training is a little optimistic, it was more like dragging him around and yelling at him in the middle of battle, but he got the message.

Time with Inquisitor: 9 Years, Gregor's lost count of how many missions he's been on with the Inquisitor.
Appearance:
Gregor stands at 5 feet, 7 inches. His skin is a little on the paler side since he got his carapace armor. His black hair is kept in a military styled buzzcut. His eyes are brown in color. As a Guardsman, he is fit and strong, able to carry all of his equipment and walk around for as long as his Inquisitor needs him to without getting too tired. He is also capable of sprinting with all of his gear, which is particularly useful when he's going to blast a tank or a daemon. His face is unscarred and he looks a little younger than he actually is.
To be honest, out of his carapace armor, he looks like a typical guardsman. Nothing really spectacular.

[User]
"Huh…" Catherine made a surprised sound as she saw someone finally appearing at the doorframe to the room she was at. Looked… as an inquisitor… or at least that's what she thought at the time. As the man neared her and pulled away his weapons, she was relieved that she finally might escape this place alive after all.

 'Yeah… your insane psyker woman…' Cath thought when the man made a statement about her injuries. Had she not been as skillful with the sword and the whip she was going to be dead… probably. Following that she blinked 3 times when he asked her in what condition she was. She certainly didn't feel in condition to be moved. With all the adrenaline gone she barely felt strong enough to move a finger now.

 "The kitchen…" She mumbled through the pain." It has easy access to one of the garages and should be mostly empty now with the attack going on…" She added painfully.

[Assistant]
Without any warning, the sound of a whiplash effect could be heard right next to Zhevon and Catherine!

Now standing three feet next to them was Adrianne, looking down at the pair. Her dress was torn and her hair featured now at least a couple new leafs and twigs adorning it.

"Inquisitor?" Adrianne uttered with a look of surprise when she noticed Zhevon tending to the woman she had just defeated earlier!

"Emperor, what is going on?"

"Be careful, Inquisitor! That woman is in league with the cultists!" Adrianne warned as she pointed her staff at Catherine, her purple eyes narrowing as they centered on the woman on the floor.
"When I attempted to apprehend her, one of the Euphorians... ehh, interrupted me. She could still be around! We need to be careful with this woman."

Adrianne warned as she threw a look of concern towards Zhevon, and then a look of suspicion towards Catherine. She had seen many a noble man fall to a pretty face(granted, Catherine's was pretty battered at that point, courtesy of Adrianne & Salithrielle's backside), and she did not want to see the Inquisitor fall into the same trap!