Murder Game XII: Welcome to the Falls

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"Jerk."
"Bitch."
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"Bitch."
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Name: Sam and Dean Winchester

Age(or estimated guess): Sam is 32 years old, and Dean is 36 years old.

Canon(What fandom are they from?): Supernatural

Biography(at least a short synopsis):

There's so much I could write here, so here's a link to the wiki pages:

Basically, though, they're hunters who have hunted almost every supernatural being imaginable, and have been to Hell, Heaven, And Purgatory.

Sam and Dean

Sam's Page: Sam Winchester

Dean's Page: Dean Winchester

Strengths/Abilities:

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Dean: Dean uses his wit. It helps him get through any situation.
Other than that, here's a long list of stuff from the wiki:

Dean also possesses extensive knowledge of supernatural mythology. He is well-versed in how police, fire departments and various government agencies (FBI, CDC) typically operate and conduct investigations. He also knows how to both impersonate and evade them effectively. Dean is a virtuoso of escape, evasion, silent movement, and when the situation requires, subtlety and stealth. Lastly, he is also alarmingly skillful in many areas frowned upon by the law: lock picking, breaking into security systems (not so much computers, which often falls on Sam), car jacking and gaining an 'advantageous purchase' comes naturally to him.

He is adept in martial arts and knife fighting.

Dean is well-versed with multiple types of firearms and is an expert marksman, he seldom misses his intended target and can efficiently put down anything vulnerable to bullets. During an old-fashioned duel with Elias Finch, Dean won, killing Finch without being harmed in the process despite Finch getting a shot off. The same also happened in an impromptu duel with werewolf Joy. Dean is also a proficient tracker and possesses prudent tactical skills. Highly resourceful, he frequently utilizes improvised weapons and explosive devices; in Croatoan, he demonstrated in constructing Molotov cocktails and improvised explosive devices.

He is a good strategist, and very mechanically inclined, as he knows how to fix his Impala from the ground up.

Sam:

Same with Sam

Sam has an in-depth knowledge on the workings of various law organizations (FBI, CDC, Police, etc) enough to pose as one if the situation requires it. Sam is also the technology expert of the duo, as he's the one doing research and technology-based jobs.

Sam has also demonstrated that he possesses great willpower. Upon seeing something from his past in the Impala, he was able to use his memories to briefly overpower Lucifer's possession of him and regain control of his body. Even Death himself believed Sam was the only one who could overcome Lucifer, and even thought of it as an honor when he was going to reap him, and all this is saying something. He later replicated this feat with the less powerful Gadreel, though in that scenario he seemed to use his anger as well as his will.

Sam has vast knowledge of the supernatural and is considered an "encyclopedia of weirdness" by Dean. Both of them have some knowledge of pop culture, as they frequently make references - such as Dean calling Sam "Dumbledork". He is skilled in reading, speaking and memorizes text and spells in foreign languages (usually Latin) and is often stuck with doing the research for their latest hunt. Having learned how to make hex bags from Ruby, Sam also possesses the ability to hide from demons. In season 5, Castiel carved sigils into Sam and Dean's ribcages, which hides them from angels. Sam is also quick to think on his feet; succeeding in preventing a demon from escaping his vessel by reciting an exorcism chant backwards. He is also shown to have an adequate knowledge of Spanish. Sam is perceptive to body language and can easily pick up on unconscious gestures to read their "poker face" - he is very good at poker. He is an expert tactician, able to fight or diplomatically steer his way out of many complicated situations, and generally prefers to use words instead of brute strength. He also has a great sense of direction and time, at one point being able to find a vampire's nest while blindfolded by keeping track of the time, the number of turns the car took and the sounds he heard during the journey. Also, soulless Sam was able to simply maneuver himself out of a knotted rope.

Mutual: They both share a brotherly bond. Both of them are able Hand-To-Hand fighters, as well as good marksmen. Both know common criminal acts and cons, as they were trained by their father.

Equipment:
Shotguns filled with rock salt. Multiple fake IDs from multiple government agencies. Blades capable of killing Angels. Their father's notebook on various creatures and whatnot.

Sam: Taurus Model 99, a Laptop, a Heckler & Koch Mark 23 Model 0, a Blackberry phone, a knife capable of killing demons.

Dean: His Chevy Impala. Death's Ring (I will only use this in the end.) The Mark of Cain (same, plus some other perks.) A Colt M1911, a giant machete, a G3-SG1, and a Winchester 1887 lever action sawed off shotgun

Weaknesses/Fears:

Sam:
Sam has a fear of clowns. He also has what could be considered an addiction to Demon's Blood, if he drinks it, he only wants more, and acts like an addict.

Dean:
Women, alcohol, loyalty to his father. Letting the world down.

Mutual Fears and weaknesses:

They both fear losing each other's trust. They also fear losing each other due to their bond.

Weapon of choice: Sword of Flames

Other: Fun Dip? Dipstick? No! Dippy Fresh! That sounds like a deodorant. Or a breath mint. Maybe a toothpaste?

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I... I think I might be done.

Holy hell this took a long time.
 
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"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."

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Name: Sam and Dean Winchester

Age(or estimated guess): Mid to late 20's, early 30's. I actually don't know. But they are four years apart.

Canon(What fandom are they from?): Supernatural

Biography(at least a short synopsis):

There's so much I could write here, so here's a link to the wiki pages:

Basically, though, they're hunters who have hunted almost every supernatural being imaginable, and have been to Hell, Heaven, And Purgatory.

Sam and Dean

Sam's Page: Sam Winchester

Dean's Page: Dean Winchester

Strengths/Abilities:

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Dean: Dean uses his wit. It helps him get through any situation.
Other than that, here's a long list of stuff from the wiki:

Dean also possesses extensive knowledge of supernatural mythology. He is well-versed in how police, fire departments and various government agencies (FBI, CDC) typically operate and conduct investigations. He also knows how to both impersonate and evade them effectively. Dean is a virtuoso of escape, evasion, silent movement, and when the situation requires, subtlety and stealth. Lastly, he is also alarmingly skillful in many areas frowned upon by the law: lock picking, breaking into security systems (not so much computers, which often falls on Sam), car jacking and gaining an 'advantageous purchase' comes naturally to him.

He is adept in martial arts and knife fighting.

Dean is well-versed with multiple types of firearms and is an expert marksman, he seldom misses his intended target and can efficiently put down anything vulnerable to bullets. During an old-fashioned duel with Elias Finch, Dean won, killing Finch without being harmed in the process despite Finch getting a shot off. The same also happened in an impromptu duel with werewolf Joy. Dean is also a proficient tracker and possesses prudent tactical skills. Highly resourceful, he frequently utilizes improvised weapons and explosive devices; in Croatoan, he demonstrated in constructing Molotov cocktails and improvised explosive devices.

He is a good strategist, and very mechanically inclined, as he knows how to fix his Impala from the ground up.

Sam:

Same with Sam

Sam has an in-depth knowledge on the workings of various law organizations (FBI, CDC, Police, etc) enough to pose as one if the situation requires it. Sam is also the technology expert of the duo, as he's the one doing research and technology-based jobs.

Sam has also demonstrated that he possesses great willpower. Upon seeing something from his past in the Impala, he was able to use his memories to briefly overpower Lucifer's possession of him and regain control of his body. Even Death himself believed Sam was the only one who could overcome Lucifer, and even thought of it as an honor when he was going to reap him, and all this is saying something. He later replicated this feat with the less powerful Gadreel, though in that scenario he seemed to use his anger as well as his will.

Sam has vast knowledge of the supernatural and is considered an "encyclopedia of weirdness" by Dean. Both of them have some knowledge of pop culture, as they frequently make references - such as Dean calling Sam "Dumbledork". He is skilled in reading, speaking and memorizes text and spells in foreign languages (usually Latin) and is often stuck with doing the research for their latest hunt. Having learned how to make hex bags from Ruby, Sam also possesses the ability to hide from demons. In season 5, Castiel carved sigils into Sam and Dean's ribcages, which hides them from angels. Sam is also quick to think on his feet; succeeding in preventing a demon from escaping his vessel by reciting an exorcism chant backwards. He is also shown to have an adequate knowledge of Spanish. Sam is perceptive to body language and can easily pick up on unconscious gestures to read their "poker face" - he is very good at poker. He is an expert tactician, able to fight or diplomatically steer his way out of many complicated situations, and generally prefers to use words instead of brute strength. He also has a great sense of direction and time, at one point being able to find a vampire's nest while blindfolded by keeping track of the time, the number of turns the car took and the sounds he heard during the journey. Also, soulless Sam was able to simply maneuver himself out of a knotted rope.

Mutual: They both share a brotherly bond. Both of them are able Hand-To-Hand fighters, as well as good marksmen. Both know common criminal acts and cons, as they were trained by their father.

Equipment:
Shotguns filled with rock salt. Multiple fake IDs from multiple government agencies. Blades capable of killing Angels. Their father's notebook on various creatures and whatnot.

Sam: Taurus Model 99, a Laptop, a Heckler & Koch Mark 23 Model 0, a Blackberry phone, a knife capable of killing demons.

Dean: His Chevy Impala. Death's Ring (I will only use this in the end.) The Mark of Cain (same, plus some other perks.) A Colt M1911, a giant machete, a G3-SG1, and a Winchester 1887 lever action sawed off shotgun

Weaknesses/Fears:

Sam:
Sam has a fear of clowns. He also has what could be considered an addiction to Demon's Blood, if he drinks it, he only wants more, and acts like an addict.

Dean:
Women, alcohol, loyalty to his father. Letting the world down.

Mutual Fears and weaknesses:

They both fear losing each other's trust. They also fear losing each other due to their bond.

Weapon of choice: Sword of Flames

Other: Fun Dip? Dipstick? No! Dippy Fresh! That sounds like a deodorant. Or a breath mint. Maybe a toothpaste?

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I... I think I might be done.

Holy hell this took a long time.
Looks good. But, maybe use less images or spoiler them? It just makes it a bit easier on the eyes. ^^
 
[BCOLOR=transparent]The Pariah from Prototype and SCP 999 AKA the Tickle Monster from SCP Foundation. Yep, a world-ending monster paired up with a adorable slime monster ready to take on this horrible, horrible mess. Oh, and Dipper needs a fresh dippy. :D [/BCOLOR]


[BCOLOR=transparent]Subject Appearance[/BCOLOR]:
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(Picture was taken after Pariah suffered emotional stress...)
Subject [BCOLOR=transparent]Name:[/BCOLOR]
True Name<DATA PURGED>
Codenamed: The Pariah
Subject's [BCOLOR=transparent]Age:[/BCOLOR]
Forty-eight years of age yet appears as a eight year old.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Canon(What fandom are they from?):[/BCOLOR]
Prototype AU
[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR]
<DATA CLASSIFIED: CLEARANCE LEVEL ACCEPTED!>


The Pariah is the son of Elizabeth Greene, born in Hope, Idaho where the town was subjected to the first outbreak. Blackwatch agents were sent to subdue and terminate Regular class infected while capturing Prototype class. Only two were found, and were separated. The Pariah, when separated from its mother, killed and consumed four agents before being detained.

The Pariah was then sent to various locations and tested on. The tests themselves were harmless(expect at Area 51 where subject very nearly caused a new outbreak/consume it) due to the viotile nature of subject. Tests showed that any organic life was instantly consumed by The Pariah unconsciously, gaining its abilities and memories yet decayed over time.

Subject was secured at Vandenberg Air Force Base during the second outbreak and would be moved towards Area 51 to stay the remainder of the outbreak.

When the third outbreak occurred and two Prototype-class infected and countless Evolved class joined forces, The Pariah was used as bait to lure them in. When its location was revealed, the subject was moved to a undisclosed location and all infected were terminated via upgraded Bloodtox. All biomass was then incinerated to prevent regrowth.

The Pariah is currently located at the SCP Laboratory located in Nevada, U.S. under Blackwatch protection. Attempts by SCP Foundation to experiment Pariah with SCPs have all been denied and any that approach subject are met with force, though there have been several incidents with hostile SCPs.

[BCOLOR=transparent]Strengths/Abilities:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Consumption- The baseline ability, The Pariah is able to consume biomass including the redlight, blacklight, and whitelight viruses(granted, in small amounts and pure samples) and if the memory centers of the brain are undamaged, the, it is able to use said memories. Presumably, it is able to gain traits of the consumed such as the ability to use a gun. Can also morph into the consumed.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Shapeshifting- So far has only been able to transform into consumed with all of its abilities. The Pariah is currently unable to morph certain body parts into tools like Prototype class infected. It is currently being trained by allied Evolved class to do so, but has yet been unable, or unwilling, to do so. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Superhuman abilities- The Pariah has heighten senses, durability, speed, and agility.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Regeneration Factor- Displays the ability to heal, but only through the use of consuming organic material. Rate depends on biomass.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Adaptability- The Pariah is able to become resistant or immune to to numerous substances. May also be able to improve abilities. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Viral Infection- The Pariah can unconsciously and consciously infect most organics resulting in Regular class infected. Since Area 51, the Pariah now has almost full control of this ability.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Doomsday- A ability that will render Pariah nothing more than a small, black blob, all organic material in the surrounding vicinity is consumed or infected with much more threatening Infected classes. Non-organic material(such as stone) are less seriously affected leaving only minimal damage. Has only happened once when SCP 682 managed to escape and attempted to harm Pariah. Nearby Blackwatch and SCP personnel were consumed or infected while 682 suffered heavy damage. Recovery teams secured what was left of Pariah and after (unwilling) volunteers, Pariah fully regenerated within a six month time period. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Immortality(?)- The Pariah, since its captured, has thus not aged. Field observations have noted that other Prototype class can withstand lethal damage yet seems only to be a annoyance to them. Since Pariah is a perfect natural release, some have speculated that the subject is unable to experience clinical death. It is unknown if this is fully true, but The Pariah at least has a anti-aging factor. (Personal Note: Can we sell this factor?)RE: No. How the hell did you pass your exam?)RE:RE: Magic!) [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Military training- Due to consumption of Blackwatch, SCP, and various support Personnel, The Pariah knows many types of military techniques such as how to kill a man with a knife, make a bomb, and dog training. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Equipment:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Like typical Prototype class infected, the Pariah is able to form its own clothes, but does prefer to wear normal ones. Favored clothes are a dark green shirt and blue jeans. Other than that, the Pariah has no personal effects. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Weaknesses/Fears:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Despite a majority believing The Pariah is the final form of all life on Earth, it does exhibit notable weaknesses.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Fire- Flesh samples exposed to fire or high degrees have caused said samples to burn quickly and release high pitch squeals. When feed biomass while lit, the samples were unable to consume them suggesting that it was in extreme pain rendering it unable to consume it. The Pariah is also acutely aware of what was happening to the samples and succumbed to pain. Uncontrolled fire also causes paralyzing fear in Pariah. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Unconscious consumption- The Pariah is still unable to fully control their consumption ability and organic material that comes into contact is consumed. Subject will express sorrow and grief if it was a animal. Plants are perfectly fine.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Technical Pacifist- The Pariah, much to Blackwatch displeasure, has expressed no interest in murder and has shown remorse for those it has killed. This would allow foes to come back stronger and finish Pariah if possible. However, despite the no interest in murder, The Pariah is willing to break a human's spine to incapacitate it as long as it does not die. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Bloodlust- Despite being a T.P., Pariah has been known to lapse into trance-like states under emotional, physical, and/or mental stress and pain. During these 'Bloodlusts', the subject attempts to eliminate anything that comes within a ten to twenty foot radius even if it means no harm. When Pariah recovers, it retains no memory of what transpired, but reports feelings of drowsiness, pain, and hunger for biomass. Research is currently looking into this to determine the cause and effect.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Child- The Pariah is forty-eight years old yet has some mentality similar to a eight year old. It is curious about how the world works and has asked numerous questions, some of which are disturbing, such as which locations cause the most pain, how much pressure would it take until bends, and where do babies come from. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Pariah can also be manipulated to some extent, if trust is gained, and will happily carry out orders as long as it does not contradict its morals. Pariah will lapse into a Bloodlust if it discovers it is being used for 'evil' purposes.(Personal Note: Oh fuck me, if Pariah discovers we're doing this, it's going to fuck us all!)Re: Relax, Starnes, there are procedures in place to ensure that it doesn't attempt to murder us.)RE:RE: It has grown resistant to those countermeasures...)RE:RE:RE: Shit.) [/BCOLOR]

Familiar of choice: OR Weapon of choice:

Twin Daggers of High Wind! Or Bomberdags as I'm gonna call them.



[BCOLOR=transparent]Appearance:[/BCOLOR]
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SCP Number[BCOLOR=transparent]: 999[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Codenamed: The Tickle Monster[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]True Name: <DATA EXPUNGED>[/BCOLOR]


[BCOLOR=transparent]Age:[/BCOLOR]
<CLASSIFIED>


[BCOLOR=transparent]Canon:[/BCOLOR]
SCP Foundation AU


[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography(at [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]least[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] a short synopsis):[/BCOLOR]
SCP 999 was found in <DATA REDACTED>.


SCP agents were surprised to see that all affected persons were not harmed and happy. However, they became cautious when 999 'hugged' a agent and proceeded to tickle them. Each agent was instructed to allow the creature to repeat the process and report their findings. All reports were of high euphoria with varying, pleasant smells.

All persons were administered memory inhibiting drugs.

999 was then transported to <DATA REDACTED>.

Since then 999 has been a intriguing addition as it has participated in several tests such as the infamous 682 'Laughter Wave' where dozens of Foundation personnel were slain. 999 attempted to save as many as it could and wished to know when it could meet 682 again.

682 was not pleased.

Due to the Blacklight outbreaks in NYC, the UN has created a joint force between NATO, SCP, and Blackwatch to hunt down Infected. NATO serves as the public face, Blackwatch is the main military force, and SCP contains subjects such as PARIAH.

999 has expressed special interest in it for reasons unknown. Personnel are to keep 999 from going near PARIAH. Anyone found in violation of this will be terminated.

[BCOLOR=transparent]Strengths/Abilities:[/BCOLOR]

Shapeshifiting- 999 is able to form pesudopods as well as other appendages and stretch itself to initiate its 'tickle wrestling' or can become as small as a baseball. While not always compliant, when asked, it will stop.

Intense Euphoria- 999's slime is able to cure clinical depression leaving the afflicted with a very positive outlook on life. Touching the slime also causes immediate euphoria.

Pleasant Scents- Varying smells have been reported ranging from roses to Play-Doh. Differs on the person.

Emphatic(?)- 999 will generally slither over to the nearest person and 'hug' them, but it 'feels' when someone is sad or hurt and will seek that person out. While how this is possible is unknown, the theory that 999 is emphatic is very likely.

Bullet Resistant- 999 will take a bullet for a animal and come out relativity unscathed. There is minor damage, the bullet will typically be inside the creature for a total of twenty-four hours before being expelled, and it is repaired rather quickly.

Healing Factor- 999 is able to regenerate from certain wounds.

[BCOLOR=transparent]Equipment:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]999 is a huger, tickler slime. It needs no items.[/BCOLOR]


[BCOLOR=transparent]Weaknesses/Fears:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Heroic Stupidity- 999 will attempt to save another life even putting itself in harm's way.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Limited Diet- 999 diet primarily consists of sweets, particularly M&Ms and Neveers. It refuses to eat any meat.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Nice Guy- 999 is kind to a fault earning the irk of SCPs like 682.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Slime- Due to its very nature, some may attack the slime on sight or be disgusted by its appearance. [/BCOLOR]



Familiar of choice: OR Weapon of choice:

Is this required? If so, I'll just go with the tricorn mutant.
Not sure if you saw this, but I'm re-posting it. I might also change the slime to something if I'm not feeling it.The creature might be too happy and nice to break.

Edit: Removing 999 and replacing it with a certain... invader
 
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Name: Duke Togo.

Age: 40.

Canon: Golgo 13

Biography:
The best private mercenary/assasin you could hire, Golgo 13 uses multiple disguises and weaponry to take out his target's. Whether it be taking out a tire from 1km away or the head of someone inside the cockpit of an airplane with a downwind at 3km. He always hits his target, and if he doesn't, Duke will find a way. Nobody knows much from Duke, except the alias, and his reputation as Golgo 13. Chased by other mercenaries, terrorists, police and even once the CIA, FBI, and the US military, Duke's elusiveness is great, mainly as a way of running a way from those wanting to kill him.

Strengths/Abilities:
Quick and precise with target's.
Cool and collected, always.
Maintains posture and hardly breaks.
High knowledge on weapons use and on fighting techniques.

Equipment:
Smith & Wesson M36
Colt M16A2 outfitted with a telescopic scope.
His shades.


Weaknesses/Fears:
He's still human. While Duke can easily take down target's and fight with quick hits, he's been injured, wounded, and even tortured before. He doesn't have any fears, other than of his own death.

Weapon of choice:

Bow of Ice

Dippy Fresh, yo.
(Will also be playing Spike again.)
 
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"They call me Spike... Because I had, Y'know... Spikey hair during training."

Name:
Michaelangelo "Spike" Scarlatti

Age:
43

Canon: Flashpoint

Biography:
Michelangelo "Spike" Scarlatti works as the demolitions and tactical technician for Team One. He comes off as the 'baby' of the team, even though he's got years of experience of being on the SRU over Sam Braddock and Rafik Rousseau. He's usually in charge of hi-tech intel from the van and operates an anti-explosives robot which he fondly refers to as 'Babycakes'.

Strengths/Abilities:
Knowledge in computer security/technology and bomb defusal.
Knows basic negotiation tactics.
Cheery and funny.
High amounts of training in primary and secondary arms and hand to hand combat.


Equipment:
H&K MP5A3 with side-barrel flashlight.
3rd Gen Glock 17 with underbarrel flashlight.
Bullet proof vest with numerous trinkets.

Weaknesses/Fears:
He's not as fast or as sudden as Duke, but he has his own skills. Spike is also afraid of letting others die, as he's accepted the job title and it's risks. He's much easier to shoot at than Duke.

Weapon of choice:
Staff of Illusion

Dippy freshy yo yo
 
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Looks good. But, maybe use less images or spoiler them? It just makes it a bit easier on the eyes. ^^
Spoilered two of them at the top.

I can delete the one on the bottom if that's fine.
 
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"If you expect me to be a hero, I won't. Why? I eat people."
[BCOLOR=transparent]Subject Appearance[/BCOLOR]:
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(Picture was taken after Pariah suffered emotional stress...)
Subject [BCOLOR=transparent]Name:[/BCOLOR]
True Name<DATA PURGED>
Codenamed: The Pariah
Subject's [BCOLOR=transparent]Age:[/BCOLOR]
Forty-eight years of age yet appears as a eight year old.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Canon(What fandom are they from?):[/BCOLOR]
Prototype AU
[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR]
<DATA CLASSIFIED: CLEARANCE LEVEL ACCEPTED!>


The Pariah is the son of Elizabeth Greene, born in Hope, Idaho where the town was subjected to the first outbreak. Blackwatch agents were sent to subdue and terminate Regular class infected while capturing Prototype class. Only two were found, and were separated. The Pariah, when separated from its mother, killed and consumed four agents before being detained.

The Pariah was then sent to various locations and tested on. The tests themselves were harmless(expect at Area 51 where subject very nearly caused a new outbreak/consume it) due to the viotile nature of subject. Tests showed that any organic life was instantly consumed by The Pariah unconsciously, gaining its abilities and memories yet decayed over time.

Subject was secured at Vandenberg Air Force Base during the second outbreak and would be moved towards Area 51 to stay the remainder of the outbreak.

When the third outbreak occurred and two Prototype-class infected and countless Evolved class joined forces, The Pariah was used as bait to lure them in. When its location was revealed, the subject was moved to a undisclosed location and all infected were terminated via upgraded Bloodtox. All biomass was then incinerated to prevent regrowth.

The Pariah is currently located at the SCP Laboratory located in Nevada, U.S. under Blackwatch protection. Attempts by SCP Foundation to experiment Pariah with SCPs have all been denied and any that approach subject are met with force, though there have been several incidents with hostile SCPs.

[BCOLOR=transparent]Strengths/Abilities:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Consumption- The baseline ability, The Pariah is able to consume biomass including the redlight, blacklight, and whitelight viruses(granted, in small amounts and pure samples) and if the memory centers of the brain are undamaged, the, it is able to use said memories. Presumably, it is able to gain traits of the consumed such as the ability to use a gun. Can also morph into the consumed.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Shapeshifting- So far has only been able to transform into consumed with all of its abilities. The Pariah is currently unable to morph certain body parts into tools like Prototype class infected. It is currently being trained by allied Evolved class to do so, but has yet been unable, or unwilling, to do so. [/BCOLOR]


[BCOLOR=transparent]Superhuman abilities- The Pariah has heighten senses, durability, speed, and agility.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Regeneration Factor- Displays the ability to heal, but only through the use of consuming organic material. Rate depends on biomass.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Adaptability- The Pariah is able to become resistant or immune to to numerous substances. May also be able to improve abilities. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Viral Infection- The Pariah can unconsciously and consciously infect most organics resulting in Regular class infected. Since Area 51, the Pariah now has almost full control of this ability.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Doomsday- A ability that will render Pariah nothing more than a small, black blob, all organic material in the surrounding vicinity is consumed or infected with much more threatening Infected classes. Non-organic material(such as stone) are less seriously affected leaving only minimal damage. Has only happened once when SCP 682 managed to escape and attempted to harm Pariah. Nearby Blackwatch and SCP personnel were consumed or infected while 682 suffered heavy damage. Recovery teams secured what was left of Pariah and after (unwilling) volunteers, Pariah fully regenerated within a six month time period. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Immortality(?)- The Pariah, since its captured, has thus not aged. Field observations have noted that other Prototype class can withstand lethal damage yet seems only to be a annoyance to them. Since Pariah is a perfect natural release, some have speculated that the subject is unable to experience clinical death. It is unknown if this is fully true, but The Pariah at least has a anti-aging factor. (Personal Note: Can we sell this factor?)RE: No. How the hell did you pass your exam?)RE:RE: Magic!) [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Military training- Due to consumption of Blackwatch, SCP, and various support Personnel, The Pariah knows many types of military techniques such as how to kill a man with a knife, make a bomb, and dog training. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Equipment:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Like typical Prototype class infected, the Pariah is able to form its own clothes, but does prefer to wear normal ones. Favored clothes are a dark green shirt and blue jeans. Other than that, the Pariah has no personal effects. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Weaknesses/Fears:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Despite a majority believing The Pariah is the final form of all life on Earth, it does exhibit notable weaknesses.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Fire- Flesh samples exposed to fire or high degrees have caused said samples to burn quickly and release high pitch squeals. When feed biomass while lit, the samples were unable to consume them suggesting that it was in extreme pain rendering it unable to consume it. The Pariah is also acutely aware of what was happening to the samples and succumbed to pain. Uncontrolled fire also causes paralyzing fear in Pariah. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Unconscious consumption- The Pariah is still unable to fully control their consumption ability and organic material that comes into contact is consumed. Subject will express sorrow and grief if it was a animal. Plants are perfectly fine.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Technical Pacifist- The Pariah, much to Blackwatch displeasure, has expressed no interest in murder and has shown remorse for those it has killed. This would allow foes to come back stronger and finish Pariah if possible. However, despite the no interest in murder, The Pariah is willing to break a human's spine to incapacitate it as long as it does not die. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Bloodlust- Despite being a T.P., Pariah has been known to lapse into trance-like states under emotional, physical, and/or mental stress and pain. During these 'Bloodlusts', the subject attempts to eliminate anything that comes within a ten to twenty foot radius even if it means no harm. When Pariah recovers, it retains no memory of what transpired, but reports feelings of drowsiness, pain, and hunger for biomass. Research is currently looking into this to determine the cause and effect.[/BCOLOR]

Troll- Despite refusing to kill, The Pariah has exhibited sanctification in seeing others in pain, argue, or become angered to the point of irrational thought. Since being given access a computer and the internet(albeit limited and monitored) it has caused numerous 'Flame Wars' among various 'Fandoms', a notable one was creating a thread on a popular Anime(named Fate/Stay) forum 'shipping' two characters together. A 'Shipping War' then broke out.(Attention: While certainly amusing to see Oakatus wage war over their favorite characters to be shipped, we are to discourage this behavior as this is unbecoming of Pariah. If he attempts to start another trolling spree, disable the internet immediately. Failure to do so are grounds for contract termination.)

[BCOLOR=transparent]Child- The Pariah is forty-eight years old yet has some mentality similar to a eight year old. It is curious about how the world works and has asked numerous questions, some of which are disturbing, such as which locations cause the most pain, how much pressure would it take until bends, and where do babies come from. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Pariah can also be manipulated to some extent, if trust is gained, and will happily carry out orders as long as it does not contradict its morals. Pariah will lapse into a Bloodlust if it discovers it is being used for 'evil' purposes.(Personal Note: Oh fuck me, if Pariah discovers we're doing this, it's going to fuck us all!)Re: Relax, Starnes, there are procedures in place to ensure that it doesn't attempt to murder us.)RE:RE: It has grown resistant to those countermeasures...)RE:RE:RE: Shit.) [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Appearance:[/BCOLOR]
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[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Bow down to your new alien overlords, you dirty monkeys."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Name:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Cryptosporidium, Crypto, 137. Also, you apes have a long list of names for me. I'm so greatly flattered."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Age:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'm your grandpa from the future. I came here to deliver a message that you should not ask my age and allow me into this Roleplay."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Canon:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Destroy all Humans 1 and 2, though that self inserting bastard changed up the second one. Can't say I'm not pleased though for putting 138 in his place."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Basic plot of the first game. Go to Earth, get Furon DNA from Homo Sapian brain stems, kill and probe some humans, become president of the United Sates, and then fuck the Soviets. I got to blow crap up, Pox got his brains, and the Furon race lives. Everyone wins expect for you dirtbags. You are he unknowing slaves for the Furon Empire(and my toys).[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Then second game rolls around and I almost got offed by the KGB. Pox thought I was dead, cloned 138, and then the Mothership explodes.I wake up in some lab, get out, kill every human, and find my ship on the moon with 138 defiling it with some blond female ape. They were, of course, surprised to see me and I had to put them in their place. I am now commander of all Furon force on the backwater planet of Earth which consists of me and 138 who spends more time chasing after that female than focusing on the mission. Maybe if he wasn't cloned with a male ape genitalia then he would make a great destroyer of humans, but nooo, he has to go after that woman! Of course, I'm being hypocritical, but do I give a damn? You sure as hell I don't![/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Strengths/Abilities:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Finally, we get to stop talking about my past and get on to my powers and weapons. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]PK- Psychokinesis, I lift stuff with my mind, hit you a couple of times, and poof, there's a red smear on the ground. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Magnet- I use a object and have it behavior like a magnet. I'm sure your small, frail intellect can put that together. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Brain Extract- Dead or alive, I make your head explode and your brain comes rolling out for me to collect. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Transmogrify- I make everyday objects(and people!) become ammo for my weapons.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Hypnotize- I can wipe your memories, make you follow me, and protect me, all unwillingly. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Cortex Scan- Everything, even your own thoughts, belong to me and I really don't want to know why you prize your most clean kitchen.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Body Snatch- Invasion of the Body Snatchers! I invade your filthy body and use it as my disguise. Too bad your bodies aren't very powerful causing neural degeneration over time eventually the brain is no more.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Free Love/Disco Fever- Dance to the beat and forget about me you weak minded apes. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent] [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Equipment:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Only from the first two games. And a jetpack, regenerating shield, my ship, the suit I am wearing(that has various features such as self-cleaning), and Pox if I'm allowed to bring him. If you say yes, I won't use the anal probe. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Weaknesses/Fears:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Aquaphobic- I, uh, have a fear of water because I don't know how to swim. If only the programmers weren't so fucking lazy! [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Frail- Not exactly the strongest or sharpest tool in the destruction box. I am physically weak and can't do melee very well...[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Ohh, glorious chaos!- ... Why Arch? Well, I am the most violent of any of my peers because of my unparalleled love of destruction. Sure, I follow the missions, but in the end I just want to destroy things, not save the world and sometimes I do get carried away or distracted.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Resistance- Certain persons are able to resist or are immune to most of my abilities. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Unfriendly- In short, I do not want to be associated with your kind whatsoever, just killing you again and again, and again. Or probing you like Miss Rockwell, hehe. I'll say what I want you stupid apes.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Psychopath- Given my tendencies, I might as well be one which sets me up as a prime candidate for traitor status. Not like I care anyway since I can break the fourth wall and<Sorry folks, Crypto is being a bitch right now. I'll ensure that he doesn't try that on ya!> [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Familiar of choice: OR Weapon of choice:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"So how do I use this Staff of Illusions? Just beat my enemy till their internal organs bust out like candy from a pinata?" [/BCOLOR]
 
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Totally going to regret this one too! Why am I doing this to myself?!

"Murderers get to be happier than good, honest men who put their lives on the line to save all of us..."

Appearance(Pictures and descriptions are both acceptable!):
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Name:

The One who Tears all Asunder
Ryner Lute


Age(or estimated guess):
Early 20s


Canon(What fandom are they from?): Legend of the Legendary Heroes, MG IX Right Hand of the Crimson Moon

Biography(at least a short synopsis):
I'm sure everyone who cares about Ryner being here already knows the drill here
After the events of the first murder game he was involved in, Ryner left the world and united his own world under the rule of Roland. What no-one knew, however, was Ryner was now using Mind Control magic he'd learned from Fiamma to control the king, Sion and shaped the world as he saw fit. A great amount of the world's resources were spent searching for the Holy Grail, and researching the multiverse and how it worked. Soon Ryner unlocked the secrets to creating and destroying entire timelines
By using the power of both the Solver and Weaver of all Equations, he was able to easily perform experiments with multiverses, and has gained a deep and insightful knowledge regarding how the tiniest of things effects the outcome of each game
Despite his steadily growing insanity, Ryner remains a loyal friend and a caring, compassionate and lazy magician, however he is prone to fits of intense anger now that he's began to harness his powers more openly


Perhaps there is hope for him yet

Strengths/Abilities:
Magic
Hand-to-Hand Combat
Arts of Assassination
Ancient Lore
Languages
Symbols
Sleeping

Given the events of the last game, and events that have transpired between then and this game (I'm totally going to actually write that fanfic :|) Ryner now has a greater grasp over his Alpha Stigma powers, and no longer enters a berserker state to use them

Equipment:
A lot of spells, and a few weapons he can summon

Weaknesses/Fears:
Being unable to save those he cares about, again
Giving in and losing himself to his dark powers

Familiar of choice: OR Weapon of choice:
Sword of Flames

***

"Dippy Fresh? Is he the one behind this Murder Game?"​
 
Appearance(Pictures and descriptions are both acceptable!)

Waking groggily from his little bout of unconsciousness, Roman groaned aloud. One hand groping for Melodic Cudgel, the other would be seeking out something else- Aha.

And with a muffled curse under his breath he realized he lost his hat, the bowler cap as much a part of him as anything else of the image he so carefully cultivated. Classily dressed in a white tailored jacket and black slacks, Roman gave off the impression of a dandy. Someone used to wandering among the richer circles, with a smile on his face and a keen sense for the finer things in life. This was broadly true.

That his job happened to involve taking such things as his own, regardless of any la-dee-da concepts such as 'original ownership' was of trivial note.

Call him thief, call him liar- Call him enemy or friend, it didn't matter. He'd take your money either way, as well as anything else not nailed down. And maybe even those too. There had to be a market for secondhand nails somewhere. If anyone would know? It was him. Roman Torchwick had arrived.

Now where the hell was his hat?! Or his cane for that matter?

A sudden purring near his feet caused him to look down, the thief blinking in consternation as he mouthed aloud.

"What the fu-?"

Name: Roman Torchwick

Age(or estimated guess): 20's

Canon(What fandom are they from?): RWBY

Biography(at least a short synopsis): Roman Torchwick is a thief and con man of considerable talent, hailing from the show RWBY. One day, his partner went missing and Roman decided it was time to extend his talents into wider reaches. Unfortunately, his first heist targeted a McDuck Enterprises cargo barge and six months later when he tried to rob another one, they were prepared for him. He was subsequently strong-armed into working for Scrooge who sent him off to the Torch as an incognito agent, as McDuck has vague suspicions of the current set up.

They proved to be validated later as Roman encountered Madara Uchiha who was seeking recruits. Recognizing his life was on the line, Roman was swift to agree to join him. The incentive came when Madara revealed he had been watching him for some time, and was the reason Neo had vanished, subjecting the thief with his Sharingan to unending torture. Though Roman managed to prevent this from happening further, it gave him a mark in Madara's eyes, recognizing a weakness in the chink of Roman's outward callousness and prompting him to assign Zetsu to keep an eye on him. Should Roman fail in pleasing his new boss, not only is his life forfeit, but his partner with him. So to recap...

Roman is outwardly serving McDuck in the name of the Coalition.

He is also serving Madara, to prove himself worthy of being an equal in the new organization he plans.

Blowing his cover for either will result in horrible consequences. Its no longer what he stands to gain.

But what he can't afford to lose.

He's going to need all the wit he can muster to get out of this.

Strengths/Abilities: Skilled Thief, Con Artist, All-Around Criminal Dabbler and pilot(RWBY Mech's and vehicles), has enough decent training to give a good account of himself in a fight, though he left that mostly to Neo.

Equipment: Melodic Cudgel(his personal weapon), Lockpicks, Magnet and lighter. Cigars.

Weaknesses/Fears: Though skilled, its unsure how much he compares to a full-fledged hunter/huntress. Or to an Atlas-trained soldier. More so as his first choice is to sneak away to fight another day. His greatest fear? Superficially, loss of riches. Subconsciously?

Loss of his partner.

Familiar of choice
It was holding his hat in his jaws and looking up at him like he was holding catnip. Irritably, Roman kneeled and tugged his hat out of the....Things jaws, jamming it on his head as he eyed the creature.

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"Thanks. Now beat it, before I decide I want a muffler."

He rose and moved off the opposite direction to scout around, only to pause as he looked down and realized it was purring and curling around his legs.

"....."

Roman aimed a kick, but all it did was nimbly dodge before moving back in again. If anything, its purrs were suddenly louder.

"Do I look like your mother?! Beat it!"

He didn't have time to play Snow White and he stomped away to explore the surrounding area. For the next hour or so, he was immersed in cat hell. Every branch at eye-height held the cat, purring as it looked at him like he was all that and a bag of chips. An investigation by a stream almost had him knocked over as it leaped for his back and purred like a thunderstorm. He almost strangled it then and there, but it would always vanish before he could lay his hands on it. Finally, he had enough. He didn't need his cane to deal with some flea-bitten furball and he stormed his way into the clearing, champing at the bit as he looked around and bellowed.

"COME AND GET IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO HAMBURGER! YOU'RE GONNA END UP ON THE GRILL, MEDIUM RARE! AND THEN I'M GOING TO-"

He turned and bumped into something. It smelt like an odd mix of old spice and leather and moving his hand, Roman was greeting by a rumbling noise.

"That's my nipple."

Wha? Roman took a step back and looked up...And up.

It was a face combining the features of human and bull. All stacked upon a body that appeared to follow the same exercise plan as the Incredible Hulk and radiated an air that reminded Roman intensely of the jerk jocks back in high school. A feeling that would only intensify as the thing cracked its knuckles.

"Hamburger, eh? Medium rare, on the grill? Is that a crack at my race? Sir?"

Roman evaluated just how much he was screwed without his usual tools and flashed his most charming smile.

"I don't suppose you'd believe that I was actually talking about the...Gentleman with the horns over there."

He pointed to a place behind him. Turning around in confusion, the Manatour saw nothing.

Which coincidentally, was exactly what he saw when he looked back.

------

The forest erupted with the noise of the damned and the one doing the damning.

On the one hand, Roman Torchwick who was currently running with one hand keeping his hat in place, leaping over logs and using thick tree emplacements to slow down his pursuer.

And on the other, the Manatour who simply smashed his way through them all with a savage roar as words could be made out through the splintering of tree trunks as he bashed his way ever closer to the thief.

"YOUR BRAIN MAGIC WILL NOT WORK TWICE ON ME!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

As Roman ran, the first thing he thought was 'whatever did I do to deserve this?' What followed after was an evaluation of his life choices and how he didn't expect to die by Steroid Poster Bull, on a world he didn't even know the name of. He couldn't even fight back, his usual tools gone. And in his pathway, he suddenly saw it again. The pink cat...Thing, looking at him oddly. For whatever reason, Roman snatched it on the run as he yelled.

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, HE'S GONE CRAZY!"

The cat merely purred, unsure what the nice human was yelling about but it was holding her now! And rubbing her cheek against his own, it blinked as the human came to a stop.

Roman cursed with the vocabulary of a thief, stomping his foot as he roared to the heavens.

"WHO PUTS A CHASM RIGHT THERE?!"

This looked like the end....And he turned around, a sinking feeling descending into his gut as the Manatour appeared and cracked his knuckles. That would have been the end of Torchwick, had he not been thinking ever to the end how to get out of this. And so, his fate was sealed as he threw the Cat at the Manatours face, yelling aloud.

"GET HIM!"

The catsune's eyes flashed and in midair, it transformed.

And instead of maybe a few pounds of angry cat, the Manatour was met with several tons of angry T-Rex as it roared and slammed into him with the same speed that Roman flung it.

Roman blinked.

And stared.

And as he watched the fight, his hands automatically reached for a cigar, cutting it and lighting up the end with his lighter.

By the end of it, the Cat trotted back and looked up expectantly. Roman automatically knelt and began to pet its ears, finally chuckling as it purred.

"Not bad. You're persistent too. Maybe we can work this out. Hmmm..."

He checked briefly and nodded. Girl names....Hmmm....

Mischievous.

Persistent.

Deadly.

There was only one name for her and he laughed, wondering what her namesake would think. And indicating his shoulder, Roman would coax her on as he grinned.

"C'mon Neo. We got a game to play."

And as she curled up around his neck and Roman hiked back, he grinned even wider.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.


------------

"Well....This is going to be....Dippy fresh."

He paused and Neo cracked open an eye, looking at his expression of mild disgust.

"....Yeah, never going to say that again."
 
Appearance(Pictures and descriptions are both acceptable!)

Waking groggily from his little bout of unconsciousness, Roman groaned aloud. One hand groping for Melodic Cudgel, the other would be seeking out something else- Aha.

And with a muffled curse under his breath he realized he lost his hat, the bowler cap as much a part of him as anything else of the image he so carefully cultivated. Classily dressed in a white tailored jacket and black slacks, Roman gave off the impression of a dandy. Someone used to wandering among the richer circles, with a smile on his face and a keen sense for the finer things in life. This was broadly true.

That his job happened to involve taking such things as his own, regardless of any la-dee-da concepts such as 'original ownership' was of trivial note.

Call him thief, call him liar- Call him enemy or friend, it didn't matter. He'd take your money either way, as well as anything else not nailed down. And maybe even those too. There had to be a market for secondhand nails somewhere. If anyone would know? It was him. Roman Torchwick had arrived.

Now where the hell was his hat?! Or his cane for that matter?

A sudden purring near his feet caused him to look down, the thief blinking in consternation as he mouthed aloud.

"What the fu-?"

Name: Roman Torchwick

Age(or estimated guess): 20's

Canon(What fandom are they from?): RWBY

Biography(at least a short synopsis): Roman Torchwick is a thief and con man of considerable talent, hailing from the show RWBY. One day, his partner went missing and Roman decided it was time to extend his talents into wider reaches. Unfortunately, his first heist targeted a McDuck Enterprises cargo barge and six months later when he tried to rob another one, they were prepared for him. He was subsequently strong-armed into working for Scrooge who sent him off to the Torch as an incognito agent, as McDuck has vague suspicions of the current set up.

They proved to be validated later as Roman encountered Madara Uchiha who was seeking recruits. Recognizing his life was on the line, Roman was swift to agree to join him. The incentive came when Madara revealed he had been watching him for some time, and was the reason Neo had vanished, subjecting the thief with his Sharingan to unending torture. Though Roman managed to prevent this from happening further, it gave him a mark in Madara's eyes, recognizing a weakness in the chink of Roman's outward callousness and prompting him to assign Zetsu to keep an eye on him. Should Roman fail in pleasing his new boss, not only is his life forfeit, but his partner with him. So to recap...

Roman is outwardly serving McDuck in the name of the Coalition.

He is also serving Madara, to prove himself worthy of being an equal in the new organization he plans.

Blowing his cover for either will result in horrible consequences. Its no longer what he stands to gain.

But what he can't afford to lose.

He's going to need all the wit he can muster to get out of this.

Strengths/Abilities: Skilled Thief, Con Artist, All-Around Criminal Dabbler and pilot(RWBY Mech's and vehicles), has enough decent training to give a good account of himself in a fight, though he left that mostly to Neo.

Equipment: Melodic Cudgel(his personal weapon), Lockpicks, Magnet and lighter. Cigars.

Weaknesses/Fears: Though skilled, its unsure how much he compares to a full-fledged hunter/huntress. Or to an Atlas-trained soldier. More so as his first choice is to sneak away to fight another day. His greatest fear? Superficially, loss of riches. Subconsciously?

Loss of his partner.

Familiar of choice
It was holding his hat in his jaws and looking up at him like he was holding catnip. Irritably, Roman kneeled and tugged his hat out of the....Things jaws, jamming it on his head as he eyed the creature.

yuuto_the_purrtal_for_tenshineera_by_nickyflamingo-d93irbx.jpg


"Thanks. Now beat it, before I decide I want a muffler."

He rose and moved off the opposite direction to scout around, only to pause as he looked down and realized it was purring and curling around his legs.

"....."

Roman aimed a kick, but all it did was nimbly dodge before moving back in again. If anything, its purrs were suddenly louder.

"Do I look like your mother?! Beat it!"

He didn't have time to play Snow White and he stomped away to explore the surrounding area. For the next hour or so, he was immersed in cat hell. Every branch at eye-height held the cat, purring as it looked at him like he was all that and a bag of chips. An investigation by a stream almost had him knocked over as it leaped for his back and purred like a thunderstorm. He almost strangled it then and there, but it would always vanish before he could lay his hands on it. Finally, he had enough. He didn't need his cane to deal with some flea-bitten furball and he stormed his way into the clearing, champing at the bit as he looked around and bellowed.

"COME AND GET IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO HAMBURGER! YOU'RE GONNA END UP ON THE GRILL, MEDIUM RARE! AND THEN I'M GOING TO-"

He turned and bumped into something. It smelt like an odd mix of old spice and leather and moving his hand, Roman was greeting by a rumbling noise.

"That's my nipple."

Wha? Roman took a step back and looked up...And up.

It was a face combining the features of human and bull. All stacked upon a body that appeared to follow the same exercise plan as the Incredible Hulk and radiated an air that reminded Roman intensely of the jerk jocks back in high school. A feeling that would only intensify as the thing cracked its knuckles.

"Hamburger, eh? Medium rare, on the grill? Is that a crack at my race? Sir?"

Roman evaluated just how much he was screwed without his usual tools and flashed his most charming smile.

"I don't suppose you'd believe that I was actually talking about the...Gentleman with the horns over there."

He pointed to a place behind him. Turning around in confusion, the Manatour saw nothing.

Which coincidentally, was exactly what he saw when he looked back.

------

The forest erupted with the noise of the damned and the one doing the damning.

On the one hand, Roman Torchwick who was currently running with one hand keeping his hat in place, leaping over logs and using thick tree emplacements to slow down his pursuer.

And on the other, the Manatour who simply smashed his way through them all with a savage roar as words could be made out through the splintering of tree trunks as he bashed his way ever closer to the thief.

"YOUR BRAIN MAGIC WILL NOT WORK TWICE ON ME!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

As Roman ran, the first thing he thought was 'whatever did I do to deserve this?' What followed after was an evaluation of his life choices and how he didn't expect to die by Steroid Poster Bull, on a world he didn't even know the name of. He couldn't even fight back, his usual tools gone. And in his pathway, he suddenly saw it again. The pink cat...Thing, looking at him oddly. For whatever reason, Roman snatched it on the run as he yelled.

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, HE'S GONE CRAZY!"

The cat merely purred, unsure what the nice human was yelling about but it was holding her now! And rubbing her cheek against his own, it blinked as the human came to a stop.

Roman cursed with the vocabulary of a thief, stomping his foot as he roared to the heavens.

"WHO PUTS A CHASM RIGHT THERE?!"

This looked like the end....And he turned around, a sinking feeling descending into his gut as the Manatour appeared and cracked his knuckles. That would have been the end of Torchwick, had he not been thinking ever to the end how to get out of this. And so, his fate was sealed as he threw the Cat at the Manatours face, yelling aloud.

"GET HIM!"

The catsune's eyes flashed and in midair, it transformed.

And instead of maybe a few pounds of angry cat, the Manatour was met with several tons of angry T-Rex as it roared and slammed into him with the same speed that Roman flung it.

Roman blinked.

And stared.

And as he watched the fight, his hands automatically reached for a cigar, cutting it and lighting up the end with his lighter.

By the end of it, the Cat trotted back and looked up expectantly. Roman automatically knelt and began to pet its ears, finally chuckling as it purred.

"Not bad. You're persistent too. Maybe we can work this out. Hmmm..."

He checked briefly and nodded. Girl names....Hmmm....

Mischievous.

Persistent.

Deadly.

There was only one name for her and he laughed, wondering what her namesake would think. And indicating his shoulder, Roman would coax her on as he grinned.

"C'mon Neo. We got a game to play."

And as she curled up around his neck and Roman hiked back, he grinned even wider.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.


------------

"Well....This is going to be....Dippy fresh."

He paused and Neo cracked open an eye, looking at his expression of mild disgust.

"....Yeah, never going to say that again."
AHHHHHHHHHHHH SO MUCH LOVE

OFFICIALLY MAKING YOU MVP INSTEAD OF ZACH :|

More seriously, going to flit through CSs and update the roster shortly!
 
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Welp...Probably going to change Ryner out, on second thought
I don't have enough material for him yet, so yeah...

He will be back at a later date maybe
 
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"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
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Appearance(Pictures and descriptions are both acceptable!):

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Name: Sam and Dean Winchester

Age(or estimated guess): Sam is 32 years old, and Dean is 36 years old.

Canon(What fandom are they from?): Supernatural

Biography(at least a short synopsis):

There's so much I could write here, so here's a link to the wiki pages:

Basically, though, they're hunters who have hunted almost every supernatural being imaginable, and have been to Hell, Heaven, And Purgatory.

Sam and Dean

Sam's Page: Sam Winchester

Dean's Page: Dean Winchester

Strengths/Abilities:

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Dean: Dean uses his wit. It helps him get through any situation.
Other than that, here's a long list of stuff from the wiki:

Dean also possesses extensive knowledge of supernatural mythology. He is well-versed in how police, fire departments and various government agencies (FBI, CDC) typically operate and conduct investigations. He also knows how to both impersonate and evade them effectively. Dean is a virtuoso of escape, evasion, silent movement, and when the situation requires, subtlety and stealth. Lastly, he is also alarmingly skillful in many areas frowned upon by the law: lock picking, breaking into security systems (not so much computers, which often falls on Sam), car jacking and gaining an 'advantageous purchase' comes naturally to him.

He is adept in martial arts and knife fighting.

Dean is well-versed with multiple types of firearms and is an expert marksman, he seldom misses his intended target and can efficiently put down anything vulnerable to bullets. During an old-fashioned duel with Elias Finch, Dean won, killing Finch without being harmed in the process despite Finch getting a shot off. The same also happened in an impromptu duel with werewolf Joy. Dean is also a proficient tracker and possesses prudent tactical skills. Highly resourceful, he frequently utilizes improvised weapons and explosive devices; in Croatoan, he demonstrated in constructing Molotov cocktails and improvised explosive devices.

He is a good strategist, and very mechanically inclined, as he knows how to fix his Impala from the ground up.

Sam:

Same with Sam

Sam has an in-depth knowledge on the workings of various law organizations (FBI, CDC, Police, etc) enough to pose as one if the situation requires it. Sam is also the technology expert of the duo, as he's the one doing research and technology-based jobs.

Sam has also demonstrated that he possesses great willpower. Upon seeing something from his past in the Impala, he was able to use his memories to briefly overpower Lucifer's possession of him and regain control of his body. Even Death himself believed Sam was the only one who could overcome Lucifer, and even thought of it as an honor when he was going to reap him, and all this is saying something. He later replicated this feat with the less powerful Gadreel, though in that scenario he seemed to use his anger as well as his will.

Sam has vast knowledge of the supernatural and is considered an "encyclopedia of weirdness" by Dean. Both of them have some knowledge of pop culture, as they frequently make references - such as Dean calling Sam "Dumbledork". He is skilled in reading, speaking and memorizes text and spells in foreign languages (usually Latin) and is often stuck with doing the research for their latest hunt. Having learned how to make hex bags from Ruby, Sam also possesses the ability to hide from demons. In season 5, Castiel carved sigils into Sam and Dean's ribcages, which hides them from angels. Sam is also quick to think on his feet; succeeding in preventing a demon from escaping his vessel by reciting an exorcism chant backwards. He is also shown to have an adequate knowledge of Spanish. Sam is perceptive to body language and can easily pick up on unconscious gestures to read their "poker face" - he is very good at poker. He is an expert tactician, able to fight or diplomatically steer his way out of many complicated situations, and generally prefers to use words instead of brute strength. He also has a great sense of direction and time, at one point being able to find a vampire's nest while blindfolded by keeping track of the time, the number of turns the car took and the sounds he heard during the journey. Also, soulless Sam was able to simply maneuver himself out of a knotted rope.

Mutual: They both share a brotherly bond. Both of them are able Hand-To-Hand fighters, as well as good marksmen. Both know common criminal acts and cons, as they were trained by their father.

Equipment:
Shotguns filled with rock salt. Multiple fake IDs from multiple government agencies. Blades capable of killing Angels. Their father's notebook on various creatures and whatnot.

Sam: Taurus Model 99, a Laptop, a Heckler & Koch Mark 23 Model 0, a Blackberry phone, a knife capable of killing demons.

Dean: His Chevy Impala. Death's Ring (I will only use this in the end.) The Mark of Cain (same, plus some other perks.) A Colt M1911, a giant machete, a G3-SG1, and a Winchester 1887 lever action sawed off shotgun

Weaknesses/Fears:

Sam:
Sam has a fear of clowns. He also has what could be considered an addiction to Demon's Blood, if he drinks it, he only wants more, and acts like an addict.

Dean: Women, alcohol, loyalty to his father. Letting the world down.

Mutual Fears and weaknesses:

They both fear losing each other's trust. They also fear losing each other due to their bond.

Weapon of choice: Sword of Flames

Other: Fun Dip? Dipstick? No! Dippy Fresh! That sounds like a deodorant. Or a breath mint. Maybe a toothpaste?

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I... I think I might be done.

Holy hell this took a long time.
Appearance:

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Name: Duke Togo.

Age: 40.

Canon: Golgo 13

Biography:
The best private mercenary/assasin you could hire, Golgo 13 uses multiple disguises and weaponry to take out his target's. Whether it be taking out a tire from 1km away or the head of someone inside the cockpit of an airplane with a downwind at 3km. He always hits his target, and if he doesn't, Duke will find a way. Nobody knows much from Duke, except the alias, and his reputation as Golgo 13. Chased by other mercenaries, terrorists, police and even once the CIA, FBI, and the US military, Duke's elusiveness is great, mainly as a way of running a way from those wanting to kill him.

Strengths/Abilities:
Quick and precise with target's.
Cool and collected, always.
Maintains posture and hardly breaks.
High knowledge on weapons use and on fighting techniques.

Equipment:
Smith & Wesson M36
Colt M16A2 outfitted with a telescopic scope.
His shades.


Weaknesses/Fears:
He's still human. While Duke can easily take down target's and fight with quick hits, he's been injured, wounded, and even tortured before. He doesn't have any fears, other than of his own death.

Weapon of choice:
Bow of Ice

Dippy Fresh, yo.
(Will also be playing Spike again.)

"Did you remember to lock your door?"

Appearance(Pictures and descriptions are both acceptable!):
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Name:

'Fox'

Age(or estimated guess):
Mid 30s?


Canon(What fandom are they from?): You're Next

Biography(at least a short synopsis):

There really isn't enough information about Fox to give him a backstory, what we do know is that he's ex military, and now works as a hitman of sorts. He' been employed at least once to murder a neighbourhood of people, and make it look like a serial killer's doing. Along with Lamb and Tiger, Fox is more than capable of killing people and feeling little remorse while doing it

Strengths/Abilities:

Military training with many weapons
Skilled at killing with improvised weapons


Equipment:
A fire axe
A crossbow
His mask and protective gear

Weaknesses/Fears:

He's prone to fits of rage, when his friends die
He often underestimates his foes, assuming most people have little to no training in defending themselves

Familiar of choice: OR Weapon of choice:
Bow of Ice

***

"Dippy Fresh? What the fuck does that mean?"​
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Appearance(Pictures and descriptions are both acceptable!)

Waking groggily from his little bout of unconsciousness, Roman groaned aloud. One hand groping for Melodic Cudgel, the other would be seeking out something else- Aha.

And with a muffled curse under his breath he realized he lost his hat, the bowler cap as much a part of him as anything else of the image he so carefully cultivated. Classily dressed in a white tailored jacket and black slacks, Roman gave off the impression of a dandy. Someone used to wandering among the richer circles, with a smile on his face and a keen sense for the finer things in life. This was broadly true.

That his job happened to involve taking such things as his own, regardless of any la-dee-da concepts such as 'original ownership' was of trivial note.

Call him thief, call him liar- Call him enemy or friend, it didn't matter. He'd take your money either way, as well as anything else not nailed down. And maybe even those too. There had to be a market for secondhand nails somewhere. If anyone would know? It was him. Roman Torchwick had arrived.

Now where the hell was his hat?! Or his cane for that matter?

A sudden purring near his feet caused him to look down, the thief blinking in consternation as he mouthed aloud.

"What the fu-?"

Name: Roman Torchwick

Age(or estimated guess): 20's

Canon(What fandom are they from?): RWBY

Biography(at least a short synopsis): Roman Torchwick is a thief and con man of considerable talent, hailing from the show RWBY. One day, his partner went missing and Roman decided it was time to extend his talents into wider reaches. Unfortunately, his first heist targeted a McDuck Enterprises cargo barge and six months later when he tried to rob another one, they were prepared for him. He was subsequently strong-armed into working for Scrooge who sent him off to the Torch as an incognito agent, as McDuck has vague suspicions of the current set up.

They proved to be validated later as Roman encountered Madara Uchiha who was seeking recruits. Recognizing his life was on the line, Roman was swift to agree to join him. The incentive came when Madara revealed he had been watching him for some time, and was the reason Neo had vanished, subjecting the thief with his Sharingan to unending torture. Though Roman managed to prevent this from happening further, it gave him a mark in Madara's eyes, recognizing a weakness in the chink of Roman's outward callousness and prompting him to assign Zetsu to keep an eye on him. Should Roman fail in pleasing his new boss, not only is his life forfeit, but his partner with him. So to recap...

Roman is outwardly serving McDuck in the name of the Coalition.

He is also serving Madara, to prove himself worthy of being an equal in the new organization he plans.

Blowing his cover for either will result in horrible consequences. Its no longer what he stands to gain.

But what he can't afford to lose.

He's going to need all the wit he can muster to get out of this.

Strengths/Abilities: Skilled Thief, Con Artist, All-Around Criminal Dabbler and pilot(RWBY Mech's and vehicles), has enough decent training to give a good account of himself in a fight, though he left that mostly to Neo.

Equipment: Melodic Cudgel(his personal weapon), Lockpicks, Magnet and lighter. Cigars.

Weaknesses/Fears: Though skilled, its unsure how much he compares to a full-fledged hunter/huntress. Or to an Atlas-trained soldier. More so as his first choice is to sneak away to fight another day. His greatest fear? Superficially, loss of riches. Subconsciously?

Loss of his partner.

Familiar of choice
It was holding his hat in his jaws and looking up at him like he was holding catnip. Irritably, Roman kneeled and tugged his hat out of the....Things jaws, jamming it on his head as he eyed the creature.

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"Thanks. Now beat it, before I decide I want a muffler."

He rose and moved off the opposite direction to scout around, only to pause as he looked down and realized it was purring and curling around his legs.

"....."

Roman aimed a kick, but all it did was nimbly dodge before moving back in again. If anything, its purrs were suddenly louder.

"Do I look like your mother?! Beat it!"

He didn't have time to play Snow White and he stomped away to explore the surrounding area. For the next hour or so, he was immersed in cat hell. Every branch at eye-height held the cat, purring as it looked at him like he was all that and a bag of chips. An investigation by a stream almost had him knocked over as it leaped for his back and purred like a thunderstorm. He almost strangled it then and there, but it would always vanish before he could lay his hands on it. Finally, he had enough. He didn't need his cane to deal with some flea-bitten furball and he stormed his way into the clearing, champing at the bit as he looked around and bellowed.

"COME AND GET IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO HAMBURGER! YOU'RE GONNA END UP ON THE GRILL, MEDIUM RARE! AND THEN I'M GOING TO-"

He turned and bumped into something. It smelt like an odd mix of old spice and leather and moving his hand, Roman was greeting by a rumbling noise.

"That's my nipple."

Wha? Roman took a step back and looked up...And up.

It was a face combining the features of human and bull. All stacked upon a body that appeared to follow the same exercise plan as the Incredible Hulk and radiated an air that reminded Roman intensely of the jerk jocks back in high school. A feeling that would only intensify as the thing cracked its knuckles.

"Hamburger, eh? Medium rare, on the grill? Is that a crack at my race? Sir?"

Roman evaluated just how much he was screwed without his usual tools and flashed his most charming smile.

"I don't suppose you'd believe that I was actually talking about the...Gentleman with the horns over there."

He pointed to a place behind him. Turning around in confusion, the Manatour saw nothing.

Which coincidentally, was exactly what he saw when he looked back.

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The forest erupted with the noise of the damned and the one doing the damning.

On the one hand, Roman Torchwick who was currently running with one hand keeping his hat in place, leaping over logs and using thick tree emplacements to slow down his pursuer.

And on the other, the Manatour who simply smashed his way through them all with a savage roar as words could be made out through the splintering of tree trunks as he bashed his way ever closer to the thief.

"YOUR BRAIN MAGIC WILL NOT WORK TWICE ON ME!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

As Roman ran, the first thing he thought was 'whatever did I do to deserve this?' What followed after was an evaluation of his life choices and how he didn't expect to die by Steroid Poster Bull, on a world he didn't even know the name of. He couldn't even fight back, his usual tools gone. And in his pathway, he suddenly saw it again. The pink cat...Thing, looking at him oddly. For whatever reason, Roman snatched it on the run as he yelled.

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, HE'S GONE CRAZY!"

The cat merely purred, unsure what the nice human was yelling about but it was holding her now! And rubbing her cheek against his own, it blinked as the human came to a stop.

Roman cursed with the vocabulary of a thief, stomping his foot as he roared to the heavens.

"WHO PUTS A CHASM RIGHT THERE?!"

This looked like the end....And he turned around, a sinking feeling descending into his gut as the Manatour appeared and cracked his knuckles. That would have been the end of Torchwick, had he not been thinking ever to the end how to get out of this. And so, his fate was sealed as he threw the Cat at the Manatours face, yelling aloud.

"GET HIM!"

The catsune's eyes flashed and in midair, it transformed.

And instead of maybe a few pounds of angry cat, the Manatour was met with several tons of angry T-Rex as it roared and slammed into him with the same speed that Roman flung it.

Roman blinked.

And stared.

And as he watched the fight, his hands automatically reached for a cigar, cutting it and lighting up the end with his lighter.

By the end of it, the Cat trotted back and looked up expectantly. Roman automatically knelt and began to pet its ears, finally chuckling as it purred.

"Not bad. You're persistent too. Maybe we can work this out. Hmmm..."

He checked briefly and nodded. Girl names....Hmmm....

Mischievous.

Persistent.

Deadly.

There was only one name for her and he laughed, wondering what her namesake would think. And indicating his shoulder, Roman would coax her on as he grinned.

"C'mon Neo. We got a game to play."

And as she curled up around his neck and Roman hiked back, he grinned even wider.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.


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"Well....This is going to be....Dippy fresh."

He paused and Neo cracked open an eye, looking at his expression of mild disgust.

"....Yeah, never going to say that again."

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DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY IT.....​
 


"If you expect me to be a hero, I won't. Why? I eat people."
[BCOLOR=transparent]Subject Appearance[/BCOLOR]:
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(Picture was taken after Pariah suffered emotional stress...)
Subject [BCOLOR=transparent]Name:[/BCOLOR]
True Name<DATA PURGED>
Codenamed: The Pariah
Subject's [BCOLOR=transparent]Age:[/BCOLOR]
Forty-eight years of age yet appears as a eight year old.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Canon(What fandom are they from?):[/BCOLOR]
Prototype AU
[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR]
<DATA CLASSIFIED: CLEARANCE LEVEL ACCEPTED!>


The Pariah is the son of Elizabeth Greene, born in Hope, Idaho where the town was subjected to the first outbreak. Blackwatch agents were sent to subdue and terminate Regular class infected while capturing Prototype class. Only two were found, and were separated. The Pariah, when separated from its mother, killed and consumed four agents before being detained.

The Pariah was then sent to various locations and tested on. The tests themselves were harmless(expect at Area 51 where subject very nearly caused a new outbreak/consume it) due to the viotile nature of subject. Tests showed that any organic life was instantly consumed by The Pariah unconsciously, gaining its abilities and memories yet decayed over time.

Subject was secured at Vandenberg Air Force Base during the second outbreak and would be moved towards Area 51 to stay the remainder of the outbreak.

When the third outbreak occurred and two Prototype-class infected and countless Evolved class joined forces, The Pariah was used as bait to lure them in. When its location was revealed, the subject was moved to a undisclosed location and all infected were terminated via upgraded Bloodtox. All biomass was then incinerated to prevent regrowth.

The Pariah is currently located at the SCP Laboratory located in Nevada, U.S. under Blackwatch protection. Attempts by SCP Foundation to experiment Pariah with SCPs have all been denied and any that approach subject are met with force, though there have been several incidents with hostile SCPs.

[BCOLOR=transparent]Strengths/Abilities:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Consumption- The baseline ability, The Pariah is able to consume biomass including the redlight, blacklight, and whitelight viruses(granted, in small amounts and pure samples) and if the memory centers of the brain are undamaged, the, it is able to use said memories. Presumably, it is able to gain traits of the consumed such as the ability to use a gun. Can also morph into the consumed.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Shapeshifting- So far has only been able to transform into consumed with all of its abilities. The Pariah is currently unable to morph certain body parts into tools like Prototype class infected. It is currently being trained by allied Evolved class to do so, but has yet been unable, or unwilling, to do so. [/BCOLOR]


[BCOLOR=transparent]Superhuman abilities- The Pariah has heighten senses, durability, speed, and agility.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Regeneration Factor- Displays the ability to heal, but only through the use of consuming organic material. Rate depends on biomass.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Adaptability- The Pariah is able to become resistant or immune to to numerous substances. May also be able to improve abilities. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Viral Infection- The Pariah can unconsciously and consciously infect most organics resulting in Regular class infected. Since Area 51, the Pariah now has almost full control of this ability.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Doomsday- A ability that will render Pariah nothing more than a small, black blob, all organic material in the surrounding vicinity is consumed or infected with much more threatening Infected classes. Non-organic material(such as stone) are less seriously affected leaving only minimal damage. Has only happened once when SCP 682 managed to escape and attempted to harm Pariah. Nearby Blackwatch and SCP personnel were consumed or infected while 682 suffered heavy damage. Recovery teams secured what was left of Pariah and after (unwilling) volunteers, Pariah fully regenerated within a six month time period. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Immortality(?)- The Pariah, since its captured, has thus not aged. Field observations have noted that other Prototype class can withstand lethal damage yet seems only to be a annoyance to them. Since Pariah is a perfect natural release, some have speculated that the subject is unable to experience clinical death. It is unknown if this is fully true, but The Pariah at least has a anti-aging factor. (Personal Note: Can we sell this factor?)RE: No. How the hell did you pass your exam?)RE:RE: Magic!) [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Military training- Due to consumption of Blackwatch, SCP, and various support Personnel, The Pariah knows many types of military techniques such as how to kill a man with a knife, make a bomb, and dog training. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Equipment:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Like typical Prototype class infected, the Pariah is able to form its own clothes, but does prefer to wear normal ones. Favored clothes are a dark green shirt and blue jeans. Other than that, the Pariah has no personal effects. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Weaknesses/Fears:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Despite a majority believing The Pariah is the final form of all life on Earth, it does exhibit notable weaknesses.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Fire- Flesh samples exposed to fire or high degrees have caused said samples to burn quickly and release high pitch squeals. When feed biomass while lit, the samples were unable to consume them suggesting that it was in extreme pain rendering it unable to consume it. The Pariah is also acutely aware of what was happening to the samples and succumbed to pain. Uncontrolled fire also causes paralyzing fear in Pariah. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Unconscious consumption- The Pariah is still unable to fully control their consumption ability and organic material that comes into contact is consumed. Subject will express sorrow and grief if it was a animal. Plants are perfectly fine.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Technical Pacifist- The Pariah, much to Blackwatch displeasure, has expressed no interest in murder and has shown remorse for those it has killed. This would allow foes to come back stronger and finish Pariah if possible. However, despite the no interest in murder, The Pariah is willing to break a human's spine to incapacitate it as long as it does not die. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Bloodlust- Despite being a T.P., Pariah has been known to lapse into trance-like states under emotional, physical, and/or mental stress and pain. During these 'Bloodlusts', the subject attempts to eliminate anything that comes within a ten to twenty foot radius even if it means no harm. When Pariah recovers, it retains no memory of what transpired, but reports feelings of drowsiness, pain, and hunger for biomass. Research is currently looking into this to determine the cause and effect.[/BCOLOR]

Troll- Despite refusing to kill, The Pariah has exhibited sanctification in seeing others in pain, argue, or become angered to the point of irrational thought. Since being given access a computer and the internet(albeit limited and monitored) it has caused numerous 'Flame Wars' among various 'Fandoms', a notable one was creating a thread on a popular Anime(named Fate/Stay) forum 'shipping' two characters together. A 'Shipping War' then broke out.(Attention: While certainly amusing to see Oakatus wage war over their favorite characters to be shipped, we are to discourage this behavior as this is unbecoming of Pariah. If he attempts to start another trolling spree, disable the internet immediately. Failure to do so are grounds for contract termination.)

[BCOLOR=transparent]Child- The Pariah is forty-eight years old yet has some mentality similar to a eight year old. It is curious about how the world works and has asked numerous questions, some of which are disturbing, such as which locations cause the most pain, how much pressure would it take until bends, and where do babies come from. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Pariah can also be manipulated to some extent, if trust is gained, and will happily carry out orders as long as it does not contradict its morals. Pariah will lapse into a Bloodlust if it discovers it is being used for 'evil' purposes.(Personal Note: Oh fuck me, if Pariah discovers we're doing this, it's going to fuck us all!)Re: Relax, Starnes, there are procedures in place to ensure that it doesn't attempt to murder us.)RE:RE: It has grown resistant to those countermeasures...)RE:RE:RE: Shit.) [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Appearance:[/BCOLOR]
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[BCOLOR=transparent]"Bow down to your new alien overlords, you dirty monkeys."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Name:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Cryptosporidium, Crypto, 137. Also, you apes have a long list of names for me. I'm so greatly flattered."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Age:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'm your grandpa from the future. I came here to deliver a message that you should not ask my age and allow me into this Roleplay."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Canon:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Destroy all Humans 1 and 2, though that self inserting bastard changed up the second one. Can't say I'm not pleased though for putting 138 in his place."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Basic plot of the first game. Go to Earth, get Furon DNA from Homo Sapian brain stems, kill and probe some humans, become president of the United Sates, and then fuck the Soviets. I got to blow crap up, Pox got his brains, and the Furon race lives. Everyone wins expect for you dirtbags. You are he unknowing slaves for the Furon Empire(and my toys).[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Then second game rolls around and I almost got offed by the KGB. Pox thought I was dead, cloned 138, and then the Mothership explodes.I wake up in some lab, get out, kill every human, and find my ship on the moon with 138 defiling it with some blond female ape. They were, of course, surprised to see me and I had to put them in their place. I am now commander of all Furon force on the backwater planet of Earth which consists of me and 138 who spends more time chasing after that female than focusing on the mission. Maybe if he wasn't cloned with a male ape genitalia then he would make a great destroyer of humans, but nooo, he has to go after that woman! Of course, I'm being hypocritical, but do I give a damn? You sure as hell I don't![/BCOLOR]
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Strengths/Abilities:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Finally, we get to stop talking about my past and get on to my powers and weapons. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]PK- Psychokinesis, I lift stuff with my mind, hit you a couple of times, and poof, there's a red smear on the ground. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Magnet- I use a object and have it behavior like a magnet. I'm sure your small, frail intellect can put that together. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Brain Extract- Dead or alive, I make your head explode and your brain comes rolling out for me to collect. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Transmogrify- I make everyday objects(and people!) become ammo for my weapons.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Hypnotize- I can wipe your memories, make you follow me, and protect me, all unwillingly. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Cortex Scan- Everything, even your own thoughts, belong to me and I really don't want to know why you prize your most clean kitchen.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Body Snatch- Invasion of the Body Snatchers! I invade your filthy body and use it as my disguise. Too bad your bodies aren't very powerful causing neural degeneration over time eventually the brain is no more.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Free Love/Disco Fever- Dance to the beat and forget about me you weak minded apes. [/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Equipment:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Only from the first two games. And a jetpack, regenerating shield, my ship, the suit I am wearing(that has various features such as self-cleaning), and Pox if I'm allowed to bring him. If you say yes, I won't use the anal probe. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Weaknesses/Fears:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Aquaphobic- I, uh, have a fear of water because I don't know how to swim. If only the programmers weren't so fucking lazy! [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Frail- Not exactly the strongest or sharpest tool in the destruction box. I am physically weak and can't do melee very well...[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Ohh, glorious chaos!- ... Why Arch? Well, I am the most violent of any of my peers because of my unparalleled love of destruction. Sure, I follow the missions, but in the end I just want to destroy things, not save the world and sometimes I do get carried away or distracted.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Resistance- Certain persons are able to resist or are immune to most of my abilities. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Unfriendly- In short, I do not want to be associated with your kind whatsoever, just killing you again and again, and again. Or probing you like Miss Rockwell, hehe. I'll say what I want you stupid apes.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Psychopath- Given my tendencies, I might as well be one which sets me up as a prime candidate for traitor status. Not like I care anyway since I can break the fourth wall and<Sorry folks, Crypto is being a bitch right now. I'll ensure that he doesn't try that on ya!> [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Familiar of choice: OR Weapon of choice:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"So how do I use this Staff of Illusions? Just beat my enemy till their internal organs bust out like candy from a pinata?" [/BCOLOR]
Please re-read the rules!
 
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