Order And Chaos: A Superpower RP (Started, Closed)

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CounterAttack

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"Very well. Here goes." Talsper took a few steps closer to the green and grey person, building more and more power as he moved. Within a few seconds the ethereal fire that had previously surrounded his hands had covered his arms. It was ready to be unleashed... he just wanted to coax as much of the Aura as possible out of his ring before channeling it into the spell.

Do it! For all we know this guy could be charging that electric blast again, Mark urged him, not wanting Talsper to get any closer than he had to.

It took a few more paces before Talsper judged himself to be within effective range. He began to twist his hands and fingers into an arcane pattern, sparks flying when skin made contact. The mage braced himself for a second, firmly planting his feet on the ground, and then threw his hands out. Flames leapt from his fingers, surging towards the enemy in a gust of magical force.

The fiery wind would inflict severe burns on an ordinary human... both Mark and Talsper were of the mind that this opponent was considerably more than human. For all they knew, it could burn him, set him on fire, or have no effect whatsoever. The flames surrounding him gone, Talsper began preparation of his next spell by drawing on the Aura inside his ring a second time. He could feel the old Eniadan magicks surging through his system... it felt good. Made him feel strong, powerful, nigh invincible.

But as always, there was the reminder that Mark was there with him. Talsper could not afford to indulge in his memories of being exiled. The fight was in the present, not the past.
 

Pm0n3y

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As the trio of supers hovered over that large expanse of sea, waiting for the monster to react in any other way, Justin was more lost in his thoughts, than he was paying attention to the marvel of marine nature that lurked below. Most specifically, one of the remarks Markus replied with before they took off.

"I'd be glad to show you one fucker that can recreate lightning." It replayed in Justin's head. He raised an eyebrow at that offhand comment. "Wait, you can already do that? Like, an actual, legitimate bolt?" The boy so spontaneously blurted out. "How much power would you need inside of you to replicate such an event? Have you taken account of that at all? Keep in mind, i'm talking a flash of plasma so powerful, the air around you heats to the point of explosion, and you can trigger thunderstorms. And, it's a literal flash. Like, so fast and bright, a normal human eye can barely handle it at close range. Damn, i'm getting hype just thinking of the implications." He rambled in a fit of excitement and curiosity. As the boy settled back into his state of thought, Markus began to address the pilot.

"You think it could have motives? Honestly, it kind of just looks like it's minding its own business." He looked back out towards the creature. Other than that flirtatious splash it threw at the VTOL, it wasn't really doing anything else. "...What if it's some mad scientist's creation that got free? Like, he spliced some parts from a Liopleurodon and sharks and like, a jellyfish or some shit, and it just broke free from his aquarium-lab?" He pondered aloud. "Chris probably just called it "Leviathan" because it's awesome sounding and intimidating. Like, just to shake us up...I dunno, i'm spitballing."

"If anything, whatever 'trouble' it was causing earlier, its not causing right now." Justin remarked halfheartedly. "...Alright boys, let's call this one a 'Mission Accomplished' and head back to base. Celebratory drinks are on Kurt." He added in a tone of faux-satisfaction, more 'trying to get out of interacting with the beast' than anything.
 

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Ahead, a storm brewed. Dark clouds littered the horizon, bolts of lightning striking the water at intervals. The leviathan slowed down, noticing the disturbance as well. Finally, she dove out of sight, disappearing in the increasingly choppy water. A deep rumble stirred the ocean.

Ianthe slowly swam towards the VTOL. She let out another warning growl, a pair of bladed arms slowly rose out of the water, posing to grab the flying vehicle. Her head broke the water as well, small, beady eyes staring at the intruders. Thin, snake-like teeth lined her mouth, parting to let out a hiss.
 

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Kurt watched the leviathan swim in the sea below them, recoiling back as it sprayed seawater at them. He felt a fine mist tickle his face and took in a whiff of salty air. Donning his mask again, he faced Marcus and Justin. "It's not really doing anything," he uncertainly. "Are we sure it's even a threat?"

"...Alright boys, let's call this one a 'Mission Accomplished' and head back to base. Celebratory drinks are on Kurt."

"Are you even old enough to drink?" Kurt replied, with some hint of amusement. "Or even vote, for that matter? I-"

The sound of splashing water and a loud hiss caught his attention.

"...oh fuck."

The leviathan was suddenly a lot more interested in them. Two huge blade-like arms were reaching out towards their VTOL. Kurt sprung from his seat and his hands began to glow with purple smoke. He wasn't about to become fish food. Twin lances of purple energy fired from his palms, aimed for the leviathan's face.
 

Lambi

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Virus was getting annoyed now, though not showing it visibly. "
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You think that'll stop me? Insolent fools.
" He brought his right arm before him to turn it into a shield that absorbed as much of the fire attack as it could before it started to fail. As it did, he took the brunt force of the attack, and while it looked to have an effect on him, he dared not show any emotions of pain.

Meanwhile, with his right hand, he made one finger into a mini-laser to cut a bit through the skin on the forehead of the gargoyle woman while he prepared a special virus for her. He stuck his fingers into her wound and started to spread the virus into her. The virus would make her weaker the longer she'd be subjected to it and also feel increased pain the weaker she'd become. The thought of that pleased Virus, but right now, he had to deal with this mage in front of him. "
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Your fire attack does little to harm us as we will regenerate. For now, this should do nicely.
" He raised his hands into the air and clapped them hard, making sonic booms travel towards Mark and Talsper, which caused the fire attack to spread away from Virus long enough for him to have his hands face forward with their palms and then shoot a lot of small waves of frost towards them.
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Watching the Leviathan, it seemed the guy may have been right. "Well, it doesn't seem like it's attacking us right now. I guess we could go ba-"

Much like Kurt, the pilot couldn't get a chance to finish his sentence as he had weave away from the lightning around them and he had to move up to avoid the Leviathan grabbing them. "If that isn't proof enough that you should get out onto the platform and do your mission, I don't know what is. Just remember to strap on those safety ropes and be sure to have enough electricity as I mentioned you could get out on the platforms. I probably should have mentioned how you get it. It's simple. There are these special motors who have nothing but almost boundless electricity coursing through them. Just touch them to charge up and you should be good to go. I'll make sure to try and keep us all alive to my best ability while you fight the monster."
 

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Arlana knew pain. A fae-forged spear through her gut, the claws of a Demon ripping a wing off, high-caliber bullets tearing chunks of her stony flesh off. And normally, the fire blasting over her and the flames scorching her flesh black would have been such that she could handle it - and for a time, she could, until the plague hit her system.

Then she screamed, the pain like someone was sliding white-hot razor blades into her flesh, a searing, tearing sensation that went from her wings to her spine and upwards like a wave, overwhelming her mind. Tears streamed out of her eyes, and if she wasn't already blinded by the unimaginable pain they would have done it. Her fingers dug into the ground, tearing and ripping up chunks with each movement, the bloodcurdling scream tearing at her throat and ringing through the air like a banshee's wail.
 

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Kurt's beams, combined with the VTOL pilot's elusive maneuvers, were enough to offset Ianthe's attack, turning a potentially fatal blow into nothing more than a gust of wind as her arms sailed past the doors. She hissed in annoyance, roaring her challenge to the metal bird as lightning crashed in the background. The waves grew in response to her beating fins. Her head disappeared in the water. Ianthe filled her mouth with water before spitting it out at the VTOL, a short burst of seawater that was no playful joke, threatening to knock them into one of the waves.
 

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Marcus almost fell flat on his back as the VTOL shuddered to avoid Ianthe's attack. Regaining his balance, he took stock of the situation to see the monster disappear under the waves.

'Know what? SCREW THIS. No more mister nice hero, you monster movie reject!' He dropped to his knees and placed his palms on the platform. "Begin protocol four." The goggles in front of his eyes flickered to life, displaying his familiar HUD. PROTOCOL FOUR INITIATED - BEGINNING VOLTAGE RISE blared across the bottom of his field of vision, with a small percentile bar to indicate progress. A low hum emanated from his hands as electricity flowed into Marcus's body. His HUD estimated it would take approximately 20 seconds to build to full potential from this power source. "Keep me covered! I need time to build a charge."
 

Pm0n3y

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"Fuck-!" Justin clung to his seat as the VTOL sharply went into evasive maneuvers to dodge the sea monster's blade-like appendages. Only once did the airship straighten out, did he decide to stand up. And even then, it was to look out onto the horizon, to take note of the gray clouds passing overhead. Thunder boomed and lightning streaked all around them. "Could we use the storm to our advantage?"

"Begin protocol four." Faraday went in a hard, commanding tone. Justin lowered his own goggles as sparks and arcs of electricity jumped off and about the human capacitor as he began absorbing energy. "He has a badass startup sequence? I want a badass startup sequence!" He immaturely complained, almost going into a pout before noticing the monster lowering back into the depths. "Now what's it gonna do-?" He knew the fight wasn't over, so what was it doing?

"Keep me covered!" Marcus said. "Kurt, keep Marcus covered!" Justin quickly replied. Almost instantly after the call-out, it resurfaced from the waves, bringing a blasting torrent of water up with it, spewing the attack towards the future-tech dirigible. Justin yelled towards the cockpit, to warn the pilot. "Lean right! It's attacking-Oof!" In the second it took for Justin to get the word out, the column of water grazed against one of the craft's propellers. The attack, mixed with Justin's tardy advice, was more than enough to leave the craft swerving off-tilt. It threw Justin off balance, causing him to roll towards the opening, and into certain death.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Through the disorienting rolling, he managed to get a grip on a handle at the VTOL's opening. With most of his body dangling out of the vehicle, he had a very clear look at the monster below, and his eyes widened in horror from behind his goggles as it looked back at him. "Shoot it Kurt! Shootitshootitshootit!" He yelled over the roar of the aircraft.
 

CounterAttack

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Talsper looked on, curious, as the adversary shrugged off the magical flames and began to shoot waves of ice from his own hands. He thought quickly: to counter the ice waves, he swept his left hand sideways, surrounding himself in a wreath of fire, and concentrated on keeping its temperature high to melt the ice as it got closer.

"Intriguing. This... creature doth possess numerous fighting styles," he muttered, though he doubted anyone apart from Mark would hear him.

"How long can you keep this up?"

"As long as necessary. If needs be this corona can be thrown in the same manner as before." Talsper stepped forward, keeping his hands up in case he needed to channel the flames into another stream. His impromptu plan was to wait until their opponent left himself open to attack, then unleash an attack of his own. If he was lucky, he would draw the thing away from their winged ally. She was clearly under duress, judging by the screaming. It was rather sore on the ears. Was she subject to the disease this thing was spreading?
 

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Waldemar had been waiting patiently, though anxiously, for Mark to deploy his decoy maneuver on their opponent to draw him away from Arlana. That was not to say that he had been idling however, as he had used the time to circle a bit to their left to give him a clearer line of fire to Virus, just in case something bad happened. Which it turned out had been a pretty good call.

Mark's fire, though it had initially appeared to work from Waldemar's perspective, seemed to have been blocked by their foe, and during the attack he must have managed to infect Arlana with something, as evident by her screams of agony over the roar of the arcane blaze.

His rifle at the ready and aimed towards the impact point of the flames, Waldemar cursed inwardly as he was unable to discern friend from foe in the impact zone of Mark's ability. All he could do was wait until Mark dropped his attack and his vision was again clear of brightly dancing flames.

Then the villain's monotone voice rang out, stating some message or other that Waldemar didn't get over the noise of the ongoing attack. And moments later it all burst out from his position, extinguishing the flames as a loud sonic boom emanated from Virus, the sudden noise managing to stun Waldemar momentarily in the process.

As the being went on the offensive with some sort of frost attack, judging from the rime on the ground, and Mark protected himself with a cloak of fire, Waldemar shook off the effect of the sonic interference. It took a mere moment for him to aim his weapon, this time going for somewhere he knew he could hurt him, though to which extent he was uncertain. Steadying his aim on Virus' head and neck region he hesitated for just a moment in pulling the trigger as he looked at him. Despite his clearly unnatural appearance he still had a little bit of humanity to him he thought, or it might just be the fact that he was a clearly humanoid creature. Still, the screaming gargoyle at his feet reminded him that this was pretty much all or nothing, and to some meager consolation he doubted that his bullets would do much damage to his opponent, much less kill him.

Squeezing in the trigger Waldemar kept his aim on Virus, firing shot after shot on him with as big a pause to correct his aim as he dared allow, uncertain if it would have any effect or just anger the half-machine.
 

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Pop. Pop. Pop, pop, pop, pop. POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP! And Ryan's Jiffy-pop was done. Pop. Ok now it is. "BoB! Bring up the fight on the screens." He commanded as he pulled the tray off the hot-plate and ripped open the top. Lil burned, eh I'll just eat around it. He grabbed a lager from the cooler and planted his ass on a bean-bag chair that sat in front of a bank of monitors. On cue, B.O.B. brought up videos from News channels that had choppers keeping an eye on the fight in the City. The voice of a female anchor narrated the action, " Seraphim heroes have started to attach the creature, but it seems to shrug off everything they hit it with, our choppers have been advised by the police not to get any closer, still no word on the whether or not the NYPD will be called in to back the heroes up.

"Hey BoB doe we have any SPD's in the area? I wanna closer shot these chopper pilots are pussies." He asked.

"We have two within a half-mile at safe-house 3. One more observing a bank, two miles away." The synthesized voice replied.

"Alright sent the two from safe-house 3. Fly them high and camouflaged. When they get there half them focus on the uh, guy shooting magic, and the... What is she cosplaying a weeping angel? You know what? Stone *****, we'll just call her stone *****. Ya focus it on flame-o and stone *****." He commanded. This wasn't just about watching a fun fight, for Ryan this was research, a chance to see the heroes in action before he had to face them himself.
 

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The frost attack had done little to affect the mage as he'd put up a cloak of fire. Virus stopped his attack and started to build up a ball of electricity between his hands, ready to fire it off. But he was interrupted as someone shot at his head, which, while it didn't kill him, did hurt him and interrupted his attack, making the ball of electricity disappear. Perhaps it would be best to retreat for now and think up a new plan.

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We see that you're quite capable of stopping our plans. It would be unwise to continue our cleansing right now. But do take note that you have been chosen as special targets of ours should we meet again.
" When he finished talking, Virus' throat changed as he utilized yet another device he had assimilated, then took a deep breath and let out a vicious sonic scream, loud enough to break the glass in the nearby buildings. Once sure that his opponents were stunned, he quickly ran away, running in a strange pattern so that the heroes who had attacked him wouldn't be able to follow him back.

He reached his lab without any signs of anyone following him, and entered it, locking everything and activating the traps again after he had disabled them while he'd walked back in. "
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We will need to find new things to assimilate. New ways to take them down. We cannot be stopped. We should not be stopped.
" He immediately started to think up what he'd need, and started work on a new plan.
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The pilot was too late to avoid the water attack, which made it swerve a bit too much. He looked back to see how they were doing, and saw how Justin was hanging almost out. "Goddamnit, I'm underestimating the creature!" He quickly put on auto-pilot, hoping that the leviathan wouldn't attack while he was away from the cockpit, and hurried over to Justin. "Hang on, son!" he called to him as he grabbed a hold of him and dragged him back inside.

"This is why I mentioned the life lines! Now make sure to put one on you so that you won't fall out! And you two!" he then said to Marcus and Kurt. "Do the same as well so that you won't fall off!" He hurried back to the cockpit and took the auto-pilot off, taking back control over the VTOL and watching out for any attacks from the leviathan.
 

CounterAttack

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The screech attack lanced straight through Talsper's ears, staggering him and causing his ears to start bleeding. In addition, the creature's attack shattered the mage's focus, causing the ethereal flames to vanish.

No way that was a natural thing. That's gotta be some sort of electronic weapon, Mark noted.

"I hath heard graver wailings," Talsper answered. "However, yonder being appeareth in need of aid. Mayhap I can assist." He hurried over to investigate the still-writhing Arlana, examining her from a distance to avoid getting swiped by a thrashing hand, foot or wing. "Intriguing... this creature hath been poisoned, from the sight of her."

Can you cure it? You've patched up our injuries before.

"I know not whether th'Aura reservoir we possess can drive this malady out. External sources may be the way forward." Talsper's eyes narrowed as he tried to think over his options. He could try, of course, but it would require that the patient be still. That wasn't likely to happen soon. Perhaps Seraphim had some sort of professional healer.
 

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"God damn it! Get back there you gray infected dripping baby canal! Get back and fight like a man for my amusement!" Ryan screamed at his TV when Virus made his escape.

"Should I continue sending those SPD's?" BOB asked, responding to the new development.

"Why bother, I, it's like, uh the good parts over anyways, send them back. Just send the two that are there to do a quick scan on... Fuck I don't care about their names anymore, just make it quick so they don't get caught." Ryan replied, thoroughly put out by the recent development.

From their hiding spots high on the roof tops the two SPD's swept down behind the heroes and circled around Talsper and Arlana at break neck speeds. Flashing light stung their eyes as high speed cameras took pictures from every angle. Then as quick as appeared, they left, high above the rooftops and out of sight.

"Scan complete, would you like to review the images?" BOB asked.

"Ya whatever."
 

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Justin promptly gave the pilot thanks as he was helped back into the aircraft. Or, he would've, but all that seemed to come out of his mouth were heavy breathing and panicked whimpers. Without another noise, he quickly scurried-crawled over to the nearest life-line, and strapped himself in. With the feeling of security washing over him, he began regaining his composure (and his heart rate). "Never again. Ain't never doin' this shit ever again..." He mumbled in-between breaths. He yelled to the pilot's back as he returned to the cockpit. "And how's about you don't underestimate a GIANT, fucking sea monster, huh?! Justin shouted in seething exasperation, managing to wearily rise to his feet.

"And you two!" He pointed towards the weirdly inactive duo that was his teammates. "Can we please get our fucking heads in the game so we can fucking get the FUCK outta here?! You twig bundles both have powers that can shoot projectiles, how's about you both shoot the fucking thing, huh?! I mean, hey, if we can't outright kill it, then at least, maybe, juuuuuuuust maybe!, we can get it to go away! It's bad enough you can't save my life from falling hundreds of feet into the mouth of a goddamn Leviathan, but you give no effort towards saving your own?! If that's the case, then let me off of this crazy plane right fucking now, 'cause y'all motherfuckers are suicidal!" Justin (very colorfully) ranted at the two, making vivid motions with his hands and arms, while his face morphed through several expressions and took on a nice shade of red.
 

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The spray of water threw Marcus clean off his feet, drenching him from head to toe. 'Oh, that's not good. NOT GOOD.' Thinking fast, he tore off his soaked coat and deactivated his suite. It looked like he'd have to go completely analogue for this encounter. Peering over the side of the platform, he saw the beast circling below, whipping its tail menacingly. As much as he hated to admit it, if it kept taking potshots with water like that, he wasn't going to be of any use.

"Look, we're clearly ill-equipped to fight this thing. It's not attacking anything - not yet, at least - so I vote we head back to Seraphim and rally some reinforcements."

He nodded to the pilot, before bracing himself on the platform. "Take us up. At the very least, we need time to figure out what we're doing."
 

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Ianthe was finished playing around with this thing. She ducked under the waves, diving down as far as the floor allowed, and aimed up. In a burst of speed she shot up and breached the surface, jaws open wider than the VTOL. It was perhaps by pure luck that the pilot had taken Marcus advice and started accelerating away. The teeth missed them by mere inches, the force of her jaws snapping closed sending vibrations though the cockpit. She fell back to the water as the Seraphim agents sped away. Ianthe didn't bother to give chase, the top of her head ans eyes only visible for a few more seconds before she slipped into the cold depths.
 

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Both teams reported back to Seraphim, both having failed their missions. The team that had gone against the leviathan reported back with not being used to fighting a monster like that, and Christopher gave them an apology for that, telling them that he should have known better than to send relatively new members against something like that. He offered them to go and train their abilities when they had recovered from the mission before the team that had gone against Virus reported in, showing an infected Arlana who was in great pain. She was rushed to the medical floor in hopes of being able to cure her of whatever it was that was causing her such pain.
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A month later...

Things were proceeding as usual at Seraphim. Missions were given out each day to the heroes residing within, who all did their job as best as they could. Arlana had been tested on, carefully, over the course of the month to see if there was a cure for her ailment. They hadn't made much progress, which was at least partially because she was a gargoyle with stone skin which wasn't easy to pierce, but also because they'd never come across such an ailment before. Reports were given to Christopher every few days, and they showed him just how dangerous this villain who'd done this to Arlana was. As if the flesh eating disease hadn't been bad enough. He sighed as he looked out his window. His medical team wouldn't give up, he knew that for certain. But he couldn't have her going on any missions in her current condition.
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Meanwhile...

Virus, after many patrols close to Seraphim, had gathered that he wouldn't be able to take them down on his own. He would need help, as much as he hated the thought of working together with others. He'd added a deep basement to his lab in order to use as a hideout or headquarters for when he would gather allies. He'd already managed to gather a few villains together who seemed to be willing to work with him.

The hideout part of the lab was several rooms for various purposes. Bedrooms, training rooms, rooms for improving ones gadgets, and a meeting room for when a plan was to be discussed. He'd still require more, but this didn't seem half bad so far.
 

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Name: Lily Keller (may be an alias)

Alias: Numerous. Her codename as an agent of MI6 was Countess, but she was more often known as simply Nine or Agent Nine.

Gender: Female

Age: There has been a Lily Keller, Agent Nine in the employment of MI6 since 1951. However, inconsistencies within the documentation suggest that at at least six different people have been this alleged single agent. By her appearance - late twenties to early thirties - it seems rather unlikely that these have been the same people, although even extremely secret MI6 records do not say anything of it.

Appearance: Given her skill for disguises, we'll go for her baseline look. It might not be her natural appearance, but it's what most people who know her recognize her as. She has jet black hair down to a few inches past her neck, usually either hanging loose or gathered into her balaclava, although she might draw it back into a ponytail, braid, or bun if she's going undercover and anticipates a chance of it going belly up.

Her eyes are a dark green, and that is one thing that is most likely natural, as she has been witnessed putting in color contacts directly over them, with no serious odds of her performing any feats of misdirection and legerdemain to conceal her swapping out the lenses.

Her skin is pale, most likely a result of too many years of sleeping during the day and breaking into the Russian embassy at night. This could potentially be a use of makeup, but it seems rather unlikely.

Her body is lean, built like an athlete. She's not completely ripped, but she's obviously in extremely good shape and there's considerable tone to her musculature, although not to the point that it detracts from her femininity.

To be diplomatic Lily is rather eye-catching - leggy and, ahem, built. It wouldn't be a stretch - or even slightly incorrect - to guess that she's made use of the honey trap technique more than a little.

Lily's accent shifts to various places depending on who she's pretending to be, but when she is in her rest state she defaults to a faint but definite London accent.

Lily has no fixed dress code, changing outfits to fit the situation like a social chameleon. Her only fixed outfit is her stealthsuit, her favored gear for stealth and combat. It is a dark-colored form-fitting garment that shifts between dark shades depending on the lighting. It has a pebbled texture on the exterior, visible to the eye as almost scale-like shapes on the surface. The head cover is two parts - one is a balaclava made of the same material as the suit, the second is a face cover comprised of a set of close-fitting goggles and a grill-like mask covering her mouth and nose.


Personality: Pragmatic and self-serving. Nine had her idealism burned out of her a while back and these days is just in it for the money. She could give less of a shit about the politics and the ethics involved. That said, she's not completely soulless. While she's in it for herself she has a certain sense of honor. She may be a ruthless, treacherous double agent but she's not a murderer, except in the sense that she is. She won't kill those she sees as bystanders and has no interest in mindless mayhem. If you have to scare the shit out of a guy and break a few kneecaps to get what is rightfully yours, fine, but out and out murdering an innocent is way too far in her eyes.

Mind that an innocent to her might not be your definition. Someone levels a gun in her direction and she won't care who they are, if they're just a cop or a guard doing their job or just some idiot civilian trying to be a hero, she'll kill them without hesitation. Their 'transgression' doesn't necessarily have to be a violent one to make her no longer look at them as off limits. While she won't take a job to assassinate some innocent schmuck for the giggles she has no compunction about icing a corporate spy or a Chinese intelligence asset.

Her day to day behavior depends on the role she is playing. When she isn't pretending to be someone other than Agent Nine she's very professional and straightforward, possessing a dry sense of humor and almost endless reserves of patience.

Alignment: Supervillain

Superpowers: Nine has no real powers, she's just a baseline Human, albeit a baseline Human that has undergone intense training to become one of if not the greatest spy and assassin in the world.

Her specialty is covert insertion and operations, both in terms of literally sneaking into a place and bluffing her way past security. She has a skill with disguises and an acting skill that would win her oscars if she had taken other paths in life, and if that fails she can move almost invisibly, nothing more than a shadow within a shadow until you find out that your mainframe has been broken into and there's a wad of C4 in the lining of your easy chair. Most security systems are easily defeated by her, whether by lockpicks, listening to the clicks of a safe's combination lock, breaking through a computer's firewall, or making her way past more esoteric defenses.

She is an expert interrogator and torturer, although she disdains most forms of torture as both barbaric and ineffective, which isn't to say she won't use them, just that they're not her first resort. That said, the more psychological means she uses are often just as sadistic as snapping fingers.

Should her operations ever go belly up - and that happens surprisingly often to the world's best spy - Keller is extremely skilled in handling herself both with martial arts and firearms, having trained with SAS operators and Mossad counterintelligence agents alike to be devastatingly effective, using small-unit tactics, impressive accuracy, and Krav Maga to lethal effect.

Other training includes being an expert with numerous vehicles. Keller can drive nearly anything that goes on the road from a motor scooter to an APC and do it extremely well. As well she can handle most boats, choppers, and civilian aircraft, although she is only proficient with these, not a master.

As a spy Keller has developed an impressive facility with languages. She speaks English and Russian as well as any native, is fluent in German, Arabic, and Mandarin, and can understand and make herself understood in Spanish, Farsi, and Hindi. She knows a handful of useful phrases in French, Japanese, and Portuguese as well.

While her normal weapon of choice is a Walther PPK modern times and more extreme circumstances have forced her to upgrade - using a purse gun on, say, a Gargoyle is about as effectual as using a spitwad. She now carries a custom-made handgun, about 30% larger than her Walther. While some of the space is used to allow it to load more ammunition - a fifteen round magazine - most of it is to reinforce the weapon to allow it to fire specialized armor-penetrating rounds, depleted uranium bullets with a truly massive powder load, an experimental military-grade ammunition called scalpel rounds. These bullets cut through even the most advanced armor in the world with relative ease, although they come at the cost of kicking like a mule, even with the recoil compensation. The increased velocity has an added effect of improving range and accuracy. Scalpel Rounds are relatively ineffectual against unarmored targets, as without armor to slow the bullet and cause it to tumble the bullet will simply pierce through flesh and out the other side, leaving a clean hole, hence the title Scalpel. If these bullets do not strike critical parts of the body mass it is likely the target will survive even with delayed medical attention. The weapon is also capable of firing standard 9x19mm Parabellum rounds. She carries a suppressor for it, but the suppressor is useless with Scalpel rounds. Lily's arsenal contains a number of other weapons modified to fire these specialized rounds, ranging from machine pistols to large-caliber sniper rifles, however she keeps most of these in secure locations rather than carrying them with her at all times.

Aside from her specialized guns Lily has a few other unique pieces of equipment. Her combat knife is a non-eutectic blade, the hilt of the blade filled with nano-constructors that constantly build and rebuild the knife, making the edge near-monomolecular and the knife itself effectively unbreakable while on unless exposed to extreme heat or EMP. In the event of either the device is destroyed. Fortunately EMP isn't exactly common, and the kind of heat needed to destroy the nano-constructors, well, the knife being destroyed would be the least of Nine's problems. This knife can cut through nearly anything when activated, assuming she can get close enough. It sees use as a tool as much as a weapon. It's likely that this knife is stolen Seraphim technology.

Her last piece of unique gear is her stealthsuit, a form-fitting bodysuit that covers her from head to toe, although the balaclava/facemask part of it can be removed from the rest with little trouble, as can the gloves. It's color shifts depending on lighting, although it always remains dark and has a very limited palette - dark gray, dark green, dark blue, and black. The stealthsuit, in addition to containing a nanoweave of carbon fibers granting it impressive bullet and knife defeating properties for its weight is designed to defeat many forms of sensors. The armor has a sophisticated cooling system allowing the exterior to constantly be roughly room temperature. Metal objects contained within this suit will go undetected by metal detectors - in fact, an X-Ray of someone wearing the suit will show that there is nothing there, not even the suit itself. The facemask of the suit contains a small rebreather/gas filter and switchable optics for both night and thermal vision.

The suit is usable as a drysuit, allowing for extended underwater operations even in extremely low temperature water, with the facemask's rebreather allowing for one hour of operations, additionally able to be supplemented to last effectively forever with a standard oxygen tank. The suit is not designed for it, but with the gloves and facemask properly sealed to the main body she is capable of operating in vacuum conditions. The rebreather will supply her with oxygen for one hour and can be supplemented by oxygen tanks, but the suit does not have an internal cooling mechanism and she will overheat quickly in the absence of air for convection. The X-Ray invisibility also acts as radiation shielding, providing unrivaled protection against radiological attack and granting Keller the full suite of NBC protection.

In addition to her unique gear Nine has a considerable amount of cash and underworld contacts, allowing her to get her hands on most anything she needs short of a tactical nuke.

Weaknesses: She's a normal Human lacking any kind of superpowers.

Biography: The program was begun at the same time as MI6 itself was created, shortly after World War II. The British government, foreseeing the kind of spy war that the Cold War was shaping into found the need for elite operatives capable of handling whatever missions were necessary to impede the cause of the Soviets.

This is where the story gets complicated. An SOE operative from the war was approached to become one of these agents, Agent Nine. According to records she accepted the offer, and to this day remains an active agent of MI6. There are no file photos on record of this woman, no descriptions, not even a confirmation that Lily Keller was her real name. No personal history, no family, the only listing being of assignments. The appearance was of an immortal operative of the British government.

Eighteen months ago, however, things changed. Nine was listed as missing following a failed mission to Guangzhou, apparently captured by Chinese Intelligence agents.

What follows from there is uncertain.

There are three likely possibilities - one is that Nine had planned this from the beginning, create the appearance of being captured to fake her own demise when in reality she was selling the secrets to the Chinese government for personal profit. The second is that she was indeed captured, but managed to escape. Fully aware that MI6 hung her out to dry she has turned coat and become a soldier of fortune, building up her fortune until she's prepared to take her revenge. The third is that she was captured, tortured, and brainwashed into a Chinese agent, and her current occupation as a soldier of fortune is just the current stage of a labyrinthine plan.

There are other possibilities, but they are rather outlandish.

Regardless of why she is doing it, Keller has been wreaking havoc across the west between executing truly legendary heists and performing mercenary work for untold numbers of criminal and corporate enterprises. She must have amassed a considerable fortune by now, but shows no signs of stopping.