A City Adrift: An RP of Tyranny, Superhumans, and Eldritch Abominations

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Captainguy42

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Ooh I can't wait to play my Irish-American, former surgeon, former florist, turned necromancer enforcer, with suicide headaches. And see how he stacks up to everyone else. Also if you've got a problem with descriptions of gore/ the undead, you might want to only skim my combat posts.
 

PrinceOfShapeir

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Three things, Evrant. One, no, you do not get to make up abilities throughout the RP. As the RP progresses, characters will grow stronger, yes, but each evolution will be a collaboration between me and the player. Two, change Shadow Form. He can go into it once per encounter. If he's already blown it and he gets into serious danger, he can't just shift into it.

With bloodsucking, he can't absorb souls. Recent memories and knowledge related to them, but he can't walk up to Tesla, drink his blood, and suddenly become a genius on par with Tesla.
 

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PrinceOfShapeir said:
Three things, Evrant. One, no, you do not get to make up abilities throughout the RP. As the RP progresses, characters will grow stronger, yes, but each evolution will be a collaboration between me and the player. Two, change Shadow Form. He can go into it once per encounter. If he's already blown it and he gets into serious danger, he can't just shift into it.

With bloodsucking, he can't absorb souls. Recent memories and knowledge related to them, but he can't walk up to Tesla, drink his blood, and suddenly become a genius on par with Tesla.
Very well then, if there is still time, (since its currently 8:33 AM GMT when I edit this message), then I can redo this character.
 

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Finished this in between fretting over research papers. It was a welcome distraction, but I really should be getting back to those...

Name: Marika Skarbo

Alias: "Ice Queen"

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Powers: Controls and conjures weather, particularly frigid weather and ice for battle, thanks to runes she discovered while working with her father excavating the ancient Viking settlements of Northern Norway. She also gained a resistance to cold weather and temperature.

Defensive Spells

Armor of the Snofjell: A suit of armor made of thick ice coats Marika's body, protecting her from most physical attacks. However, movement is greatly decreased and her other ice related spells are weaker, having to concentrate on keeping the armor up. This can be used once a day for a duration of up to three hours.

Wall of the Isentykk: A more versatile defensive spell, a wall of ice forms and rises in a spot in front of Marika, shielding from any projectile damage. It is not a large wall but it is small enough to hide behind. This rune is able to be used three times per day.

Breath of the Kulingsor: A strong wind whips up and blows back the opponent. This is not meant to damage, it is meant to repel, it sends the target back by one hundred meters. This is a powerful spell, so it can only be cast once per day. It was used to launch Viking ships with a strong head wind.

Offensive Spells

Orb of the Fryserask: Her basic attack spell, an orb of ice is shot from the palm of her hand, flash freezing whatever it comes into contact with in a couple seconds. It doesn't extend very far since it is a localized spell, and she has to fire it off in bursts, it can't be concentrated.

Shard of the Bladistapp: A more damaging attack spell, icicles are fired towards an opponent. These icicles are incredibly sharp, able to break bones and slice flesh, but they take more effort to get ready. As such, this run can only be used once per encounter, up to three times a day.

Voice of the Himmelsk Skadi: A blisteringly cold wind is unleashed at a target, air currents being sharp enough to slash through clothes and into skin. It's nowhere near as sharp as the icicles, but it is much more accurate, able to envelop it's intended recipient. It can only be used twice a day.

Blast of the Tungstorm: The most powerful rune in her arsenal, the immediate area is consumed by a powerful blizzard. Marika has yet to put this one into action, but preliminary studies show that it could be related to the state the book was found in. While protected from the cold due to the inherited abilities, this has double the cast time of the other runes and says nothing about recovery. Hence, it's likely to be a spell that will be a last resort, draining all energy from Marika.

Equipment: When out of ancient power, she turns to her last resort weapons, a pair of daggers sporting four inch blades.

Appearance: Marika looks like the typical Scandinavian woman, standing at 5'8", approx. 120lbs. She has long blonde hair that goes down to the shoulder blades when not tied up in buns behind her head. Her skin is pale white, a result of the long Nordic winters affording her little time to tan and her body temperature being lower than normal. It is now colored by the black Norse writing that now covers her body from neck to toe. Her eyes are a cold light blue, and they grow colder when activating the runes, the irises being consumed by a brighter light blue, the same color that the rune's writing on her body turns when activated.

She is currently wearing a brown cloak that she "borrowed" from one of the people at the university. Underneath she has on a rose colored blouse, a long brown skirt end just above the ankles, and a pair of well-worn brown loafers. The runes that adorn her body are visible on her exposed hands, ankles and along the sides of her neck.

Character Background: Marika was born and raised in Trondheim, Norway in 1904. Her mother died when she was young from consumption, so she was raised by her father who was one of the foremost scholars of Norse mythology and culture in the world. She was left with her grandparents in the city until she was ten, when her father decided to bring Marika with him on his jaunts around Scandinavia, and on the lecture circuit of northern Europe. He taught her about his research, about their ancestors, about his life. They bonded quickly, she gained the same passion for the Vikings as her father and in time, she became just as well versed in the ancient Norse myths and lifestyle.

Their biggest discovery as a team came in 1929. The pair found a cave exposed by a recently receded glacier in the Saltfjellet mountain range. Once inside, they discovered a strange sight. Numerous skeletons inhabited the chamber, still dressed in Viking equipment save for one smaller skeleton in lighter clothes, obviously a woman. There was a stone altar, ringed by torches long snuffed out, and a book preserved by hundreds of years in an ice-sealed vacuum. The writing was in Old Norse, and hard to read, but after a couple months of studying, the Skarbos learned the stories of a tradition of a hand-picked maiden, sent up into the mountains for a ceremony that would allow her to control the harsh Winter weather and allow the Vikings good favor when out at sea. The ceremony involved tattooing the woman in the ancient incantations and leaving her in the cave to see over the weather patterns along the coast, until she was unable to fulfil her duties, in which case a new woman would be brought up. There was no explanation for why the skeletons in the cave were found in such a state, but it was assumed to be a tragic piece of timing, weather-wise.

The massive book was studied by the Skarbos for a couple of years, but it proved difficult to translate, even with their combined years of knowledge. Some of the writing was Norse, but another, more archaic language was hiding the bulk of the information. The efforts were reduced in half when Morten Skarbo was killed. The elder Skarbo was in Zurich for a lecture at the university when on a side expedition in the Alps, a freak avalanche buried him and his climbing party. Marika was devastated by the loss of her father, her research partner, her friend, but she resolved to press on, and get the translations done in his memory.

Still, the process was slow, and slowed down by the new role Marika took up as the go to speaker on Norse mythology and culture. She travelled the world, with burgeoning air travel opening up many more opportunities to speak to a broader audience. She worked on the book on the side, continuing up to 1933, when she went to New York to give a lecture at Columbia University.

She was in her afforded room when the Event struck, still pouring over that old book. It came with a sort of pressure that Marika had never experienced before. It was overwhelming, and it caused her to fall unconscious. She had no idea how long she was out, it was certainly noisier outside as panic and chaos spread through the city. When she went to pull herself up, that's when she saw her arms covered in writing, similar to that of the untranslatable text. Except now she could read it. She could understand all of it, and the power it contained. The Vikings weren't telling another myth about controlling the weather. It was how they gained the advantage in civilization's early history. A quick examination showed that the writings covered her entire body save for the head, and a short read through of one of the basic passages resulted in her dresser being coated in ice. Unsure what to do trapped in this strange world with these new found powers, she adorned herself with a meagre cloak and ran to City Hall, seeking the Mayor's guidance in what should be done. There she was convinced to join his defence force, until such a time that they be returned to the original world and she can return home to Norway.
 

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Just in time (I hope)

Name: Arthur Rockefeller

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Powers: Magnetism, though only with ferromagnetic materials (e.g. Iron, Cobalt, and Nickel.) As for how powerful his magnetism is, with the listed metals and metals derived from them (ex. Steel,) he can manipulate small objects such as coins and knives fairly easily, however medium objects sized objects (metal chairs or car batteries, or something of similar weight) takes a bit of effort and concentration, but if he?s prepared it?s still doable fairly easily. Large objects on the other hand (Cars, dumpsters, etc.) require a massive amount of focus and effort, and attempting to lift them for an extended period of time is likely to, at best knock Arthur out from over-exertion or at worst rupture a blood vessel. Also, in addition to the size/weight of an object affecting his powers, the speed an object is traveling is taken into account as well, and as such, with objects such as fired bullets (besides those he fires himself) are incredibly difficult to redirect or stop, generally, with much effort, Arthur can only change the course of the bullet a few centimeters.

Equipment: Not counting his clothes (see: Appearance) Arthur always has a belt full of pure steel throwing knives, and a pocket full of iron bolts as backup. For a main weapon, Arthur prefers to use a weapon of his own invention, a rifle that fires iron railroad spikes, which, due to them traveling slower than bullets, are easier to curve into Arthur?s targets. In addition to these for (generally) non-lethal takedowns, Arthur cares a four foot length of iron chain that he's become adept at using to magnetically tie up or choke out targets.

Appearance: Arthur stands at about 6?2, and is fairly slim considering his height. He has perpetually slicked back brown hair, and emerald green eyes. He always maintains the utmost grooming in keeping with the high class of his family, bathing and shaving regularly, a luxury not normally afforded since the dimensional shift. A further symbol of his status is his wardrobe consisting almost exclusively of tailored three piece suits made of fines silks generally in black or grey. The only thing marring his groomed appearance is the scarring on the right half of his face made by bits of shrapnel from before he got his power under control. Arthur refuses to remove these bits of shrapnel for fear of nicking a vein and also as something of a reminder to keep focus with his powers.

Character Background: The son of John D. Rockefeller Jr., Arthur grew up in the lap of luxury to perhaps the wealthiest family in America. Before the shift Arthur was something of an enigma of the upper circle of New York, rarely appearing in public events, instead preferring to keep to himself, reading or learning the ways of his family business. Despite his infrequent public appearances, he still has met and is on familiar terms with much of the upper echelon of New York City, not the least of which is Mayor Hearst himself who had his campaign backing from the Rockefeller family. Once the shift happened the entire Rockefeller family relented from going out in public, turning the building they lived in into something of a fortress, though even with the protection, John Jr. noticed oddities surround Arthur almost instantly. When Arthur?s powers first manifested undeniably a week after the shift, when, whilst walking through the kitchen, an iron pan floated up, compressed and shattering, sending bits of metal into Arthur?s face. After that incident, Arthur was exiled from the Rockefeller fortress, and sent on to Hearst who, according to rumor was assembling a team of people exhibiting otherworldly powers. Since that day Arthur worked tirelessly to gain a semblance of control over his powers (which he has succeeded) and working so that he might one day be accepted back into his family by proving his worth to their long-time political ally.
 

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One year to the day since the Shift. One year to the day since the city was cut adrift into her new, hellish universe. But Manhattan still stood strong. Her beauty had worn away, replaced with scars and decay, but she still stood triumph. Dark, cold, and brutal, but strong.

For some of the city, this 'night' would be a little less cold than the last, but no less brutal. In the central districts, a massive blast tore apart the street under the Empire State building, spraying concrete in all directions.

Within moments, the City Defense Forces and Hearst's own Elite Guard moved in, securing the area and beginning the search for the culprit. But the only evidence they'd find was one revealed by the blast - an entryway into a tunnel network. One side was collapsed, but the other appeared mostly clear.

Within the hour, Team Seven arrived - the nominal albeit highly doubtable leader, Arthur Rockefeller, Master of Magnetism. Murphy Kingston, team medic and lord of the dead. Novy, the Illusionist and his...assistant Eisenhower. Cedric Malony, the unit's chaplain, besides his more esoteric skills. Frank, the heavy lifter. Marika Skarbo, the scandinavian Ice Queen. Lord Edward Faraday, the group's technical specialist. And Morgan 'Morrigan' James Ashley, the infamous Crow Girl. The eight of them formed the new Team Seven. Perhaps the most powerful of the seven superhuman teams formed to date, but also the least stable, owing to the fact that it was formed mostly of castoffs and rejects, the people unwanted by other teams for one reason or another.

Mayor Hearst's instructions - relayed down the chain and recieved from Colonel Alan Bauer, their usual handler - were quite simple: Figure out who the hell had set off that bomb and make sure they never do it again. Bauer had added 'With extreme prejudice', as was his wont.
Their first assignment. Crawling around a tunnel looking for a bomb-wielding lunatic.

This was going to go -swell-.

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The Team stood assembled under the shadow of the Empire State building. There is a massive hole blasted in the concrete, leading into a tunnel. The entire area has been cordoned off by Hearst's Elite Guard, men in black armor carrying various Teslatech weapons. Colonel Alan Bauer is here. Captain Eric Lansing, commander of the Twelfth Guard is here.

Exits are to the South and Tunnels.
 

Captainguy42

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First thing Murphy noticed when he stepped out of the car was the giant gaping hole in the ground, for obvious reasons. Second was that it had been two days, three hours, and 27 minutes since his last head-ache, and he prayed for another day. Third, someone had moved all the bodies away, he was thankful for that. Despite his title as a surgeon and the abilities that had been given to him, it had been years since Murphy could look at a corpse without feeling nauseous, he had simply seen too much of it all.

He retrieved his brief-case and hat from under his seat, and checked to see if his Luger was loaded and ready. He was nervous and his shaky hands showed it, he had no idea what was waiting for them down there. He stalled for a few minutes by pretending to check his gear before he began to focus on the matter at hand. He got as close as he could to the blast without having crossing the guard line, and took a good long look for himself before searching for Colonel Bauer.

"Colonel, do we know if those tunnels are part of the subway network?" Murphy asked, hoping that they at least had an idea of what they were walking into.

Something you've guys have learned about Murphy Kingston in the last week:
-While he is technically a licensed surgeon, he hates being called Doctor, Dr. Kingston, or Doc.
-That said he's not completely opposed to practicing medicine at all.
-He has terrible head-aches, the medicine for it sends him on psychedelic mind trips.
-While his face generally looks run-downed and tired, his clothes are always clean, fresh, and tidy.
-He generally tries to be nice but he always seems tired or distracted.
 

KeyMaster45

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Cedric stepped through the circle of guards and peered down into the jagged hole. Whatever the purpose of the tunnels it opened up to, he believed it was unlikely to be a noble one. He could see Dr. Kingston speaking with Colonel Bauer a bit of ways off and considered joining him. The hole looked safe enough though, it couldn't hurt to search the general entrance for any survivors that may have been missed. Without really consulting anyone, he entered the tunnels. The culprit was likely already long gone thus Cedric had little to worry, so long as he didn't venture too far that is.

He took a moment to examine his immediate surroundings just inside the tunnel entrance.
 

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Measured, militant, marked and slightly manic steps stole Novy with absolutely no delay to the nearest frontiers of the cement carnage, rubble and rivets reminding of the boundaries between civilized post-apocalypse and the dark rift to the world below. A thin haze drifted aimlessly at the border, the derelict remains of overpowered masonry taken to the air in fear. The dust clasped to Novy's navy blue peacoat, but its owner was past the ring of ruined street in a second and perched low leaning on his bent knees, not quite sitting, never quite sitting, staring frozen into the darkness of the tunnel.

Novy stared through the blinding dark. He had to call it dark, it wasn't blackness anymore. The pale green light of his world's new sky changed every color on the ground, just lightly. He'd had a fresh apple a month ago, the silhouette of things that shone was never white anymore, but green. The shadows, what few of them there were these days, all held red affections. Novy didn't suspect in his wildest dreams that another member of the city had noticed. He hoped that maybe somewhere in a dark corner of a dark room there was an artist that knew exactly what he was talking about and was equally excited to see everything, everything, in this new city. As it was, Eisenhower didn't even see the difference. Then again, Novy didn't know if spiders saw in color... Now black and white vision ... that would be a fascinating way of seeing things ...

Novy focused away from the gaping hold to see the rest of his team. He tried to see them in black and white, and then remembered that he probably shouldn't. He heaved a deep sigh of frustration before straightening his legs and returning to his stark straight posture. He couldn't even imagine freely these days. If he saw anything clearly, it became that way. And that made everything he saw someone else's problem. It was infuriating. He'd been in this city too long... Far too long ... How long had it been? ...

It wasn't clear how much time passed but Novy knew he hadn't moved and when he felt Eisenhower's prickly leg poke him caringly in the small of his back he noticed that his fists were clenched. Novy loosed his fingers and breathed deeply before turning around to see Eisenhower, his front right leg still suspended in the air, prepared to deliver a second poke. The huge white spider's deep blank eyes seemed to suggest to Novy concern. And so he answered appropriately.

"No. But I will be alright. Thank you."

Eisenhower stared for a moment before lifting himself higher off the ground, straightening his legs beneath him before returning to a comfortable pose. The former US General twitched his fleshy fangs and turned in his odd rotation to face the hole directly.

"I agree." Novy said. "We may get lost. Will you lay a line? Take the eastern wall and we'll stay toward the left."

Eisenhower tensed noticeably and shook his abdomen and when he'd finished comfortably there was a silken puddle on the ground beneath him that sprouted a spire of pale smooth cord the thinness of a human finger that ran all the way to the tip of Eisenhower's abdomen. The spider raised and lowered one more time before taking the drop into the tunnel, stalking down the wall effortlessly and turning to follow the curve of the tunnel. Novy slid down the incline ungracefully but unharmed and landed near the off black darkness. The edges of Eisenhower's white form glowed minutely in the dying green light.

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Novy and Eisenhower enter the tunnel. Eisenhower remains on the wall. Novy draws his hook.

1) He is very direct and he moves quickly. He always seems to be fully involved in something.
2) He is easily distracted.
3) He feels trapped by the city.
4) He is remarkably intelligent and worldly, when he speaks he speaks with expertise.
5) He understands but does not appreciate or utilize subtlety.
 

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The slow, heavy stride of Edward's MASC armor brought him to the edge of the tunnel as he too peered into the gloom. While sturdy the armor was hardly stealthy and in those tunnels its metallic footfalls would echo long and loud wherever he went. Combine that with weaponry that had "accuracy" as a secondary trait and Edward could foresee that caution would not be ill-advised. Once Kingston had spoken to the Colonel, Edward decided that he ought to volunteer as the pointman if not the rear guard.

"Looks like quite a spot of bother doesn't it Reverend Molony?" Edward's voice was tinny and muffled from within his suit as he yelled down at the fading figure of the priest as he went into the tunnels.

"Unless the culprit is insane, the blighter probably would have legged it even before the explosives detonated but then again gross destruction of public property is hardly the doings of a sound mind." Edward was about to continue when Novy and his giant arachnid companion descended into the tunnel. Sometimes he wondered where the man found such a specimen, Australia? Edward had heard stories from friends that the wildlife there had to be seen to be believed. "Hmm, I think we better follow the good Mr Novy before he and the General get too far ahead of us. Captain Lansing do you or any of your men happen to have a good portable light source, I would be obliged if you would lend it to us for the nonce."

The British lord stood at the edge of the hole as he awaited the rest of his companions. Considering how difficult it was for him to climb up and down surfaces, he thought it would make more sense if he waited for everyone else.

- He does not introduce himself as or use any of his titles in everyday speech. Not the honorific "Dr" due to him from his PhD (after all a doctorate is often required to function as a research scientist) or his hereditary titles like "Lord" or "Baron". In fact if they didn't look it up, people would not know that he's a nobleman.

- He used to work for Tesla and most of his equipment is definately Teslatech or derived from it.

- Edward tends to address people by their surnames out of a sense of courtesy even though to some Americans it makes him look aloof.

- He tends to address Cedric as "Reverend" due to his background as an Anglican. This is more of a slip of the tongue than any thing else though.

- He addresses Eisenhower as "General" without a hint of sarcasm.

- He tends to overthink things when presented with a problem but when danger looms he seems to have very little compunction about blowing things up with lightning.

- His syntax is loquacious with a mismash of British and American terms mainly due to the time Edward's spent Stateside. He also refers to objects a little strangely, sometimes stating their function as opposed to a common name.
 

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Bauer shook his head at Kingston. "I sent a patrol into the tunnels. It's pretty slipshod. Best guess it was probably done with pickaxes. 'cept for the entry point which is pretty big - no surprise, it was obviously blasted out with something big - Tunnel's about wide enough to crawl through until you go about a quarter mile in, when you come to a cavern. Looks to be a natural formation. But my scouts said it was strange. They couldn't describe it very well. Definitely not from our world, though."

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Novy and Cedric were in the tunnels. It's a rough-hewn path cut into the granite. The tunnel is inclined downwards, heading west. A few rats scurry around at your feet, several of them bearing bizarre mutations, like a third set of legs, many eyes, or a secondary jaw. There is a narrow crawlspace ahead, and you can see a faint greenish light at the end of it.
 

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Crow Girl. Not Morgan's favourite nickname, but the one that the aware public-- and even most of the other CDF--adopted for her. She wasn't certain where it came from--as far as Crow Girl knew, crows didn't have tendrils for hair, or blue-tinted skin, or blue eyes, but the long talons and kleptomania sealed the name.

Right now, Crow Girl was crouched at the edge of the crater, peering down into the darkness below. Her usual wear was replaced by more mission-worthy accoutrements: a waxed tan canvas jacket clipped short at the elbows, a pair of jodphur-style trousers clipped off at the knee, various ropes, a pair of goggles on the forehead and a gas mask presently in a bag at her hip. On the other hip sat Grim, her massive revolver.

Crow Girl was a newcomer to the team, and officially sat in the role of 'striker'-- when a threat was identified, it was Crow Girl's job to move in and take it out. This was partly due to lack of any other viable skills. This was also partly due to her tendency to nick any shiny thing that wasn't nailed down unless supervised. And so Crow Girl tended to be kept at the middle of the team's formation unless needed.

Right about now? She wasn't expressly needed, but seeing the two pointmen head on down left her antsy. She glanced up and to the left at Bauer and Kingston's conversation, listening in. She had good senses. Possibly the best. But being jumpy and easily distracted meant she was a poor scout.

"They.. couldn't describe it?" Crow Girl wondered. "Want me to check it out? I'm probably quicker than the others, and, and, I don't have bulky armour or anything. I can squeeze." So eager for action, our little mutant, but not self-assured enough to just act. That's a good trait in a minion. Do what you're told, little mutant.

- Don't ever leave anything small and shiny unattended near Crow Girl. Ever.

- The previous rule can be ignored if you know where Crow Girl's hiding spot in the CDF building is.

- Most people, barring the team's leader, handler, and other higher officials probably don't know her name, instead referring to her as either Agent Morrigan or Crow Girl.

- Crow Girl tends to refer to people by their preferred name, but sometimes plays with it, turning Kingston into Kinglesby or Novy into Novolovolovy, amongst others. This is combined with a rather strong sense of black humour. This combination can be very irritating.

- The mutant is probably one of the most dangerous members of the team when it comes to a straight fight.

- Crow Girl is easily distracted and sometimes will wander off or get into trouble if left unsupervised.
 

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Arthur emerged from the car to see a scene littered with both rubble and with members of Hearst?s CDF scurrying around the debris. He walked carefully over to the lip of the hole where Novy and his? pet? as well as Cedric had already climbed in.

?It?s good to see you following protocol,? Arthur said sarcastically down into the hole. ?At least Crow Girl here has the decency to ask permission before she leaps in.? He leaned his head back and sighed, knowing this berating would have little to no effect on his comrades. ?Don?t go any further at least or I?ll see to it that you end up back on the streets where we found you. Except for you,? he said pointing at Eisenhower. ?I don?t care if your vermin wants to go scout ahead, in fact, I?d welcome it.? It was Arthur?s personal hell leading this team of filth and degenerates. He clenched his fist and raised a bolt from his pocket and began to make it slowly orbit around his hand, a method he?d found quite useful for dealing with stress.

He turned and faced in the direction of Murphy and Colonel Bauer and shouted, ?Murphy, what do we know??

-Has a seeming superiority complex, thinking of most people as merely ants.
-Despite the superiority complex, has, though wouldn't admit to, a certain respect for his team
-Has a particular hatred for Eisenhower, never calling him by name, usually calling him vermin, or if he's in a good mood, Novy's pet
 

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Cedric heard an unintelligible muffled shouting of words from behind him, most likely Edward. "I'm afraid you'll have to speak up Mr. Montgomery. That contraption of yours seems to be hindering you once again." Cedric was convinced that mish-mash of technology Edward wore was going to either get himself or one of them killed one day.

Novy and his spider companion, Eisenhower, were soon in the hole with him as well. Their commander berating them for taking initiative shortly after. He quelled his aggravation with Arthur and instead turned his attention towards the tunnel, where Eisenhower was perched along the wall further ahead. "Your companion," he began addressing Novy, "I seem to recall you saying that he was once human. I've seen some rather interesting mutations in the last year, but none so complete as Eisenhower's. Did he...suffer during the transformation?"
He thinks Edward's suit is a clunky hindrance and has a general distrust of teslatech.

Has a problem with "earthly authority" (as he calls it).

Feels great sympathy for those with visible mutations.

Doesn't care much for Arthur and pokes fun at him for his affluent background.
 

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The tunnel below the massive building looked cold. Sure it had been opened up with a flash of fire, a massive of explosion, but all that remained after the fact was a cold husk of a cavern under the towering skyscraper. The broken stone and the faint drip of water, probably from a pipe broken during destruction. It added up to one thing in Marika Skarbø's mind. Home.

A year. How could it have gone by so fast? And I am still no closer to returning home. Or getting these accursed runes off of me. Even with the great power afforded to her by housing the ancient markings all over her body, Marika still wanted them off. They marred her skin, they marked as something not from this time or place. She looked over at Crow Girl, she was fidgety, waiting for the opportunity to push forward. The scales, feathers and generally unnatural combination of features only reminded Marika one thing. It could have been worse I guess.

The "leader" Rockefeller was barking orders already, with threats of homelessness to back it up. Ha. How can you make such threats. I am already homeless. Amazing you feel superior just because you can twirl some metal around and come from a rich family. Money doesn't equal power. Not here. Shame you still haven't learned that.

Marika edged closer to the hole, peering down. The spider was already down there, scuttling around. Marika wanted to go down there, but her place in the team demanded hanging back, playing defence. It irked her, this was not her role back home. In Norway, she traversed caves twice as dangerous in hopes of finding neglected artefacts. She worked best alone, not enjoying a proper partner since her dear father was taken away from her. But then again, Norway didn't have mutated beings of horror waiting below.

Marika turned to the leaders and Rockefeller, still debating on what exactly they were doing here. "Can ve get someting figured out soon here? It vould be best to go after who or watever did dese tings as soon as possible, ya? Get anoter of deese forsaken monsters off de streets? Or out from under dem?"

- Despite a firm grasp of the English language, she still speaks with a very pronounced accent. Here's a video to give examples. Norwegian English [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49CkgeQVh70]

- She doesn't exactly play well with others, preferring to explore solo if possible. When teamed up, she'll try to take the lead due to previous experience and thinking she knows better.

- She doesn't care much for Arthur, choosing to speak to him with as little civility as necessary. He was the one who nicknamed her the Ice Queen, a misnomer given the nature of who the runic powers were given to and they way they were treated. She doesn't appreciate blatant disregard for historical facts.

- When at base, she spends most of her time reading and fully translating the book that held the runes she now had over her body. She has gotten two thirds of it done, and does look forward to finishing it in the next few months.

- She's very self-conscious about her looks, particularly her skin. That is why she remains covered up as much as possible.
 

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Angela stood behind the team leader barely hiding her distaste for their supposed leader.

'Such a disrespectful man, reminds me of that bastard Edison. Thank god this job pays well or I wouldn't bother putting up with him'. She thought before walking over to look down the hole, contemplating following those who had already climbed down purely out of spite for Arthur. Eventually she thought better of it, if only because it might endanger one of the few sources of decent work left in her opinion. Hearst owned this town, and being apart of it was enticing to her even if it meant putting up with their leader.

"I have to agree with Marika. I think it would be wise to continue with the mission as opposed to bickering over the order in which we climb down the hole." She replied as she looked over it.

Name: Angela Christie
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Powers: Fires death rays from her hands
Equipment: Backpack with a flashlight and a few packs of batteries, a few days worth of food and water, and a .38 revolver with ammunition for emergencies.

Appearance: Caucasian with brown hair and green eyes. She prefers to wear slacks with a belt tucked into boots with a button up shirt and leather jacket over them. Her time doing freelance work has kept her thin but also quickly taught her to forgo the standard women's fashion of a dress and high heels.

Character Background: Her life was largely normal until her adult life. She had a loving family and like many heard stories of Edison and his discoveries. The tales of invention and progress she heard from her parents inspired her to begin to invent. Angela largely taught herself until going to Smith College to get a proper degree. After graduating she applied for an opening in her dream job, Edison's Workshop in New Jersey. She moved to nearby New York after being accepted with the dream of being one of the many inventors.

Edison however had much different plans for her. He had hired her for her looks as a secretary and would hear nothing of any ideas she may have had. In fact nobody at the workshop would, either because she was a secretary or a women depending on the day. She continued her job even after the shift, working for Edison was stable income which was more than could be said for many. Edison began to compete with Tesla and ultimately tried to one up Tesla's rumored death ray, trying to use magic to enhance its power. Edison had left a clipboard in the room housing his version of the machine and sent Angela to retrieve it. She had grabbed the clipboard as she heard Edison over the intercom saying the test of the death ray would begin. The doors out locked and she was trapped inside as the machine powered up.

Edison had miscalculated the amount of magic to use however, and it caused an overload which not only destroyed the machine but gave Angela her new powers, even though she didn't know it yet. When Edison came to see what was wrong he saw Angela laying on the ground, and after making sure she was conscious blamed the failure of the machine on her and her "incompetence", firing her on the spot. In a fit of blind rage her newfound power spiraled out of control and she ended up taking her first victims in the form of a massive explosion that killed not only Edison, but ended up causing an explosion that destroyed the entire workshop. When police and paramedics arrived, Angela was heavily injured but would recover in a hospital in New York. After being released she set about on odd jobs around the city before being recruited into team seven for her talents that were known in the circles she needed them to be known.

Her first response has been to always lie about the incident and thank luck or god that she was alive. Tesla figured out the truth though and told Hearst who confronted her. Knowing she had been found out anyway she told the two of them the truth, but her first gut instinct is to lie whenever questioned about the incident at the workshop. It is only when she is or at least thinks she is alone that she will express guilt or remorse about the incident.

-They would know her true history until the day of the accident. At which point she has always maintained to everyone but Tesla and Hearst that she was merely a lucky survivor of a lab accident. As well as her extreme dislike of Edison and anything associated with him.
 

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If it would not have taken a certain amount of undue effort, Edward would have cradled his head in his hands. People standing next to him generally could hear him just fine but it was clear that the priest was too far away to make out what he had to say. The first chance he got, Edward swore to himself that he would install some sort of audio device to make his voice heard as more than a tinny echo. Along with dozens of supposed improvements that he had for his suit, this one might as well be stillborn. Resources were scarce enough that he could hardly justify using precious metals on what was ostensibly his personal accoutrements. Even if one of them was "make it possible to turn my head when in armor".

Guilt tugged at him again when he heard Angela's voice. The details were sketchy but Edward understood that she had been in the employ of Edison during the tragic accident that killed him and burned down his lab. The woman had been in that lab and it was by the grace of God that Angela was alive to talk about it. Edward had always thought of the rivalry between his mentor Tesla and Thomas Edison as some sort of great game. Faraday money had helped fund Tesla's research and Edward himself was a participant in a duel of intellect between two scientific greats of their era. The thought that someone had come to bodily harm was sobering and Edward could not help but place some responsibility on his own shoulders. First the portals and now this. They were just two men of like minds trying to tame lightning much like how the Wright brothers had allowed men to fly. Surely no harm could come of it and yet the consequences of their research seemed to be so much more sinister than they had ever envisioned. Where had they gone wrong?

Shaking off his maudlin thoughts, Edward flipped the two catches that held his helmet down and doffed the bulky thing with a hiss of released pressure. "My apologies Reverend Molony," Edward yelled in the faint hope that the clergyman could hear him. "Do keep Mr Novy and the General in sight. We will hopefully be with you shortly."

Turning bodily to address the three women around him, Edward decided to take advantage of the fact that his helmet was off for the moment. It would make conversation easier at the very least. "After our intrepid leader has seen fit to dispatch us, would any of you require assistance climbing down?"

It was a question rooted in his sense of gentlemanly conduct. Morrigan could leap down far more adroitly than he could while Marika tended to be very independent minded as far as Edward knew. He honestly had little idea how she would react to such an offer, the Norwegian rationed words as if they were diamonds and Edward's understanding of her character was pretty scarce. As for Angela, the chains of guilt meant he was rarely all that comfortable in her presence in the first place...
 

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"I'll be fine," said Crow Girl, cheerfully. "I'm more worried about Novolovy and doctor mister priestly-fellow! I'm sure they'll be fine and won't have their flesh ripped off in bloody streamers by flesh-eating sewer rats, though. I mean, they do have a giant spider, after all."

Experimentally, the mutant tiiiilted forward over the edge of the hole, remaining anchored around the edge simply by virtue of her talons' grip on the broken concrete. Those huge blue eyes stared down into the darkness below.

"So, boss," Crow Girl turned her head toward Arthur. Strange angle, that. "Assuming they DID go off ahead, should I..?"
 

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Novy stared down the dark thinning passage with all the entranced severity of a mouse presented with a mouse trap. It was right there! All the ... anything he wanted! He'd been above ground for a year now! Sure, he'd altered portions but it all still looked like it belonged above ground. The things he might find underground ... well ... they would belong underground. It was hard to explain, but Novy just couldn't look away from all the things he couldn't see.

The echo of their cantankerous leader echoed down the tunnel. He was threatening homelessness. Novy didn't really pay it much mind. Arthur Rockefeller was upset. He was always upset. That was his way. Novy doubted that this little, really almost minuscule, display of disobedience would excite Arthur to punishment. Novy had already gotten away with so much. And it had only been a week...

The pressure on Novy's forward foot lightened just lightly. He'd go quick. It wouldn't be a big deal. There was so much empty that way how could he not go inhabit it? And the rest of the team would catch up. Maybe he'd just ... change it a little. Just a little. He could almost see-

"Your companion," The cleric, Cedric, proposed from between Novy and the darkness. He was arguably in Novy's line of sight. The blue peacoat tightened as Novy breathed a sigh of abandoned frustration. The man had broken his concentration. Novy was probably staring at him. People always take that so indelicately, it wasn't a big issue. Novy always associated people's discomfort toward -

"I seem to recall you saying that he was once human. I've seen some rather interesting mutations in the last year, but none so complete as Eisenhower's. Did he...suffer during the transformation?"

Novy blinked cogently, flustered... Had that been a single sentence? Novy suspected he might be guilty of impoliteness. So he locked eyes with Cedric.

"... I'm not certain. I wasn't there. When it happened I was out purchasing produce. When I returned to our lodging he had already changed. I found our mirror and all of our light bulbs shattered along with all of our linens ripped, there were sheets of something resembling shredded skin on the ground and Eisenhower was perched on our banister beneath the window... He was smaller then of course..."

Novy directed his attention away from the priest and to his oldest friend.

Very slowly, slightly somber, he declared "... I suspect it hurt..." On the wall Eisenhower raised and lowered lightly. The pair sat perfectly immobile and perfectly silent as nothing filled the air. Eventually, Novy returned sharply to Cedric.

"Do you know if Arthur Rockefeller has the authority to fire us? Hearst organized our group didn't he?"

Before Cedric could answer Novy had turned and was shouting up to the remains of the team. "Mister Rockefeller? What is the protocol for adoption and termination of crew members? Is there a book of statutes I could read through?" Novy returned his attention to Cedric. "I'm fairly certain he doesn't have the authority to fire us."

Against the wall Eisenhower flattened, twiddling his fangs.

Novy's eyes narrowed. "... Perhaps you have a point."