Does anyone else find it funny that the very moment that people arrive int he city, no matter how many tens of miles they may actually be in distance, characters stop whatever they're doing to instantly pop in and start talking as if they DIDN'T just move at the speed of light.
Oliver recalled his training with May over the last few years. The taekwondo she had shown him immediately sprung to mind. With both hands he grabbed the heel and the toes of Cirque's foot as it extended to towards him. Oliver backed up in conjunction with this, being firmly out of the range of his elbow. Not in the mood for jokes, Oliver twisted counter-clockwise, attempting to break Cirque's knee.
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At HQ, Jason and Curtis were immediately spotted, as were any unidentified occupants of the skies. May was already at the nearest communications post, getting a read-out on the situation. Sigma team had been dispatched in an attempt to kill Curtis and Jason. Dubbed as the Dragon-Slayers, their talents were best suited for the situation.
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A small chopper flew through the air, of the same make as those produced by Rook Industries. Inside were a trio of heroes, ready for their first live-fire mission against their intended targets. The largest, by far, was a burly black man staring at his feet. He was dressed in a metallic blue armor, with many lights decorating it. His eyes were focused on a small sword hilt. The pommel had a button on it, and he thought of clicking it multiple times, but decided against it.
Next was an oddly-skinned individual. Lanky, and with skin of pure white, the man looked as if he were a bleached skeleton. He was dressed in a parka, and a scarf was wrapped around his face. He wore a pair of round goggles over his eyes.
Finally was a peaceful looking man. While the other two brooded, he sat meditating. His head was shaved, and a look of serenity was on his face. "Hopefully this will be over soon." He said. "I haven't been able to keep up fields like this for long."
"Don't worry." The armored man said. "This is gonna be easy. We swoop down, knock the two out of the sky, and on the ground we beat them into the dirt."
"Close enough." May confirmed over the comlink. "Kill the one called Curtis. If you can bring in Jason without endangering the rest of us, do it."
"Roger." The armored one said. At that time the chopper came to a halt, directly over Curtis and Jason. He turned to the goggled man, and the two exchanged a nod. They both jumped out of the chopper, the armored man falling down on Curtis while the goggled man aimed for Jason.
Name: Dante Williams
Alias: Chrome
Age: 31
Appearance: Large black man, about 6'4, weighing about 240 lb in muscle. His head is wide, and shaved with thin sideburns. He wears armor over all his body excluding his head. The material is a blue-ish metal, with bright blue lights trimming it.
Personality: Calm, calculating, and by all accounts a bit dull to talk to. Dante serves as the leader of Sigma team due to his knowledge of Jason's fighting style, but has only a basic grasp of leadership.
Powers: Has super-strength and endurance, on record of being able to lift a maximum of 80 tons; has punched practice dummies the length of five football fields.
Bio: An accountant for most of his life, Dante preferred not to be the center of attention, and tried to work a menial desk job to avoid trouble. However, he was among those injected during the Rat Pack's spree to give as many people powers as possible, and volunteered to protect what remained of the city somewhat reluctantly.
Alignment: Lawful Good, prefers structure over chaos in any given situation. Tries to do what is best at any time.
Alias: Chrome
Age: 31
Appearance: Large black man, about 6'4, weighing about 240 lb in muscle. His head is wide, and shaved with thin sideburns. He wears armor over all his body excluding his head. The material is a blue-ish metal, with bright blue lights trimming it.
Personality: Calm, calculating, and by all accounts a bit dull to talk to. Dante serves as the leader of Sigma team due to his knowledge of Jason's fighting style, but has only a basic grasp of leadership.
Powers: Has super-strength and endurance, on record of being able to lift a maximum of 80 tons; has punched practice dummies the length of five football fields.
Bio: An accountant for most of his life, Dante preferred not to be the center of attention, and tried to work a menial desk job to avoid trouble. However, he was among those injected during the Rat Pack's spree to give as many people powers as possible, and volunteered to protect what remained of the city somewhat reluctantly.
Alignment: Lawful Good, prefers structure over chaos in any given situation. Tries to do what is best at any time.
Name: Gilbert Tubbs
Alias: Winter's Embrace
Age: 21
Appearance: Albino Caucasian, whose skin is made even lighter from his powers. He stands at 5'2, and weighs a startling 140 lb. Extremely small, Gilbert has shaggy brown hair that he keeps at a significant length, attempting to cover as most of his head as possible. Wears a blue parka into battle, along with a pair of goggles.
Personality: Prefers not to speak, Gilbert speaks with actions and not words. He only speaks up when he believes it will be extremely hilarious for him to speak in his cold voice. His sense of humor influences nearly everything he does, no matter how subtle it seems. Everything is ultimately a build-up to the perfect punchline. He's still waiting to deliver it.
Powers: Can change the temperature to literally any height or low within two feet of his skin. Capable of flash freezing or boiling nearly anything, but can only do it for an instant or else he risks harming himself.
Bio: Gilbert lived an uneventful life as a slacker attempting to enter a career in stand up comedy. While visiting the city in an attempt to think of new material, the zombie outbreak hit, and he was infected. However, an injection saved his life, gave him powers, and earned his gratitude.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Dislikes authority (though he defers to Dante from respect) and holds an animosity with the higher-ups and their perceived dislike of his humorous antics.
Alias: Winter's Embrace
Age: 21
Appearance: Albino Caucasian, whose skin is made even lighter from his powers. He stands at 5'2, and weighs a startling 140 lb. Extremely small, Gilbert has shaggy brown hair that he keeps at a significant length, attempting to cover as most of his head as possible. Wears a blue parka into battle, along with a pair of goggles.
Personality: Prefers not to speak, Gilbert speaks with actions and not words. He only speaks up when he believes it will be extremely hilarious for him to speak in his cold voice. His sense of humor influences nearly everything he does, no matter how subtle it seems. Everything is ultimately a build-up to the perfect punchline. He's still waiting to deliver it.
Powers: Can change the temperature to literally any height or low within two feet of his skin. Capable of flash freezing or boiling nearly anything, but can only do it for an instant or else he risks harming himself.
Bio: Gilbert lived an uneventful life as a slacker attempting to enter a career in stand up comedy. While visiting the city in an attempt to think of new material, the zombie outbreak hit, and he was infected. However, an injection saved his life, gave him powers, and earned his gratitude.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Dislikes authority (though he defers to Dante from respect) and holds an animosity with the higher-ups and their perceived dislike of his humorous antics.
Name: Charles O'Reilley
Alias: Harmony
Age: 50
Appearance: A visibly aged man, Charles has a shaved head and no facial hair, instead opting for an odd and seemingly randomly-made tattoo of a lilac on the side of his forehead. He wears orange robes, seemingly from nowhere.
Personality: While the other two are usually silent, Charles is the most calm of them all. He shows no anger in battle, and treats even his enemies with the utmost respect. However, he is the coldest killer and tends to be the inside man of the group.
Powers: Charles has the ability to calm an entire room to debilitating levels. He modifies the moods of those around him, making them both very content and very tired. This is used to distract opponents while he or his allies make the killing blow.
Bio: ??? No one knows where Charles came from; all that is known is that when the Rat Pack went out and gave the serum to those in need, Charles was already there with his powers. No serum was given, but he still seemed to have powers from it.
Alignment: ??? Charles' motives are confusing, and only a select few know his true loyalties.
Alias: Harmony
Age: 50
Appearance: A visibly aged man, Charles has a shaved head and no facial hair, instead opting for an odd and seemingly randomly-made tattoo of a lilac on the side of his forehead. He wears orange robes, seemingly from nowhere.
Personality: While the other two are usually silent, Charles is the most calm of them all. He shows no anger in battle, and treats even his enemies with the utmost respect. However, he is the coldest killer and tends to be the inside man of the group.
Powers: Charles has the ability to calm an entire room to debilitating levels. He modifies the moods of those around him, making them both very content and very tired. This is used to distract opponents while he or his allies make the killing blow.
Bio: ??? No one knows where Charles came from; all that is known is that when the Rat Pack went out and gave the serum to those in need, Charles was already there with his powers. No serum was given, but he still seemed to have powers from it.
Alignment: ??? Charles' motives are confusing, and only a select few know his true loyalties.
