Membership: Sky Devils
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Physical Adept Pilot: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Scorpion Twisted Dagger
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Decker Database
Membership: Sky Devils
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Physical Adept Pilot: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Scorpion Twisted Dagger
Runner Song:
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Membership: Sky Devils
Race: Human
Height: 5’7
Weight: 180
Apparent Age: 55
Archetype: Physical Adept Pilot: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Custom DAOD Classic 2055 <modified>
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Membership: Sea Wolves, Harbingers, Rogue One
Race: Human
Height: 5’3
Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 25
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: ???
Runner Song:
Bio: I suppose it is time to discuss a newer runner on the streets, one specifically homegrown and exported. Buttercup, as he is known, is one of the few members of the most recent “lost” generation between the New Breed and the Lost Children. The span of time was much shorter here than in the past, however its existence has been confirmed by the likes of Fable and Canyon nonetheless. For this, we can thank the recent so-called “Battles for Seattle” that have plagued and ravaged the city. As we witness and experience destruction to our neighborhoods, homes, family, and friends we will continue to increase the power vacuum which has encouraged and enlisted the “service” of these street killers.
Our Jeffrey’s story begins around 15 years ago when he was of the ripe age of 10 or so. Records on this individual are shaky at best, but we can make this assumption from hard copy birth certificates and report card records from his old school Church Elementary. Jeff was a somewhat brainy child from Upper Settle. His parents George and Dorris Ashmore, an up and coming pair of biologists, worked for a subdivision of BioTech in the local area designing custom solutions for exotic pets. Best known for understanding and enhancing our knowledge on hellhounds, these members of mid to upper society found their place amongst the wanna be elite within the city. They were the first to come up with the surgery to fix the hip dysplasia these fearsome beasts develop during old age making them popular with the rich who can afford these “pets”. They found themselves at the end of the advancement their current achievements could afford them and decided that they needed a new project to push themselves further into society. Little did they know their solution would change their son’s world forever.
It would be here that little Jeff would find himself on a summer trip to Africa with his parents. You see, the solution these two intelligent people came up with was to try to find a new animal to domesticate for the rich. Their goal would be to discover a new type of paranormal creature (or strain of an existing one), capture it, and then bring it back to Seattle to study. After all, even just the mention of a new creature to own would force their name and influence in the city to surge, in turn providing the funding and resources that would be needed to complete the project. They gave themselves a 2 month span to find this creature, and upon arriving at their destination they began the search.
For 6 weeks straight Jeff and his family went from town to town researching rumors and legends about unseen beasts. They spent time with local guides working through all types of terrain. Jeff was amazed at how his parents never seemed fazed by the weather and just kept searching. They went on safari after safari looking for something new or unknown. Finally, one day during an exhibition into the wild they found it. A paranormal tiger sporting three eyes, a two pronged tail, and stripes in the pattern of eyes all around. Excited at their find George immediately pulled out his tranquilizer gun, took aim, and fired. Even though it was from the beast’s blind spot, it seemed to react. Spooked by the unexpected attack it fled. Unfortunately, the direction it went was to an unbeknownst second group of scoundrels looking for the same prey. The Ashmores didn’t realize at the time that they had found something that was well known to the local area. In fact, this Lion’s Eye Tiger was known to have incredible enhancing properties to the locals. It was thought that if you ate its heart you would gain sight beyond sight and that if you drank its blood you could heal any wound. Well, little of that was true, but the fact remained that fools would pay a high price for its parts and there are always poachers looking to make a buck.
Jeff’s father led the chase after the beast with family in tow behind him, but as he happened upon the scene of the poachers relieving the beast of its organs he was easily spotted. A second later the first life changing event in Jeff’s story occurred. In a lightning quick manner the poacher pulled his gun, took aim, and ended George’s life. Small, weak, and unable to do anything Jeff watched as his father went from the strong hunter and scholar to a headless chunk of mass with the explosion of blood all around him.
Well, as you can imagine, little Jeff thought and did many things in this moment; being quiet wasn’t one of them. He howled out after his father as he fell and try as she might, his mother could not subdue his sound quickly enough. They were spotted behind, and so the chase began. Seemingly dodging bullets even though they were running straight the remaining two managed to get back to the car and escape from their pursuers. They were able to outpace the truck the poachers had brought using their jeep with ease. All seemed safe for the moment, albeit sad and horrible. His mother told him that they could use the local authorities to deal with these men. They would get back to Seattle, give George a proper burial, and all would be alright.
When they got back into town they immediately went to the authorities to report both the killing of a rare beast, as well as the death of their family member. They expected a search party. They expected justice. They expected the world to be put right. After all, in Upper Settle the wealthy went to the police and got what they wanted.
What they found however was corruption. You see, the poachers owned the police and had been using the couple to track down the beast. What they found was a cell and, for Dorris, a brutal interrogation/torture session. Over the next few days they would be fed scraps, and although Jeff was never told for what, his mother was beaten and questioned day in and out. When she was finally returned to the cell she was torn and battered. They had returned her to perish as she was broken and internally she had injuries which could not be healed. What was worse is that the wounds themselves had a green tinge that seemed unnatural which still haunts him to this day. His mother who was always vibrant seemed completely sapped of her strength and her will was crushed. As Jeff was trying to come to terms with the events that happened he was about to take another turn.
Late in the morning from outside the cell was when it happened. Explosions all around the town went off. Parts of the building went down dislodging the locking mechanism of the cell and causing pieces of the ceiling to come down on the inhabitants of the jail. The ground shook and it seemed as though all hell had broken lose. Fire could be seen from within and smoke was all around. Young Jeff tried to find his mother, but she was gone. Even a kid he realized that whether or not she was burned or crushed he still needed to get out quickly or else his life would be over. The young child managed his way through the broken cell door and found his way to a hole in the wall big enough to fit through. As he got out he saw a gruesome sight. Men slaughtering others. Guns, knives, and all sorts of weaponry. A battle had broken out and he was caught in the midst.
We now know this encounter to have been a hit put on the local government by a third party through the TC Mercenary Corps to take down the poachers. This third party, while unnamed due to confidentiality, didn’t like what was being done to the wildlife and didn’t want to deal with the town the legal way. What we also know is that the mercenaries didn’t leave that night as was in the records. They stayed to scavenge the next day. It was then when they happened upon our little fish out of water. Initially they thought to leave him as an orphan of war, but after seeing his passport and hearing his story the hardened mercenaries took pity on the child. This was in part because their “bagboy” had been killed in the battle the night prior and they needed new help. They figured if they indoctrinated a child at a young age they would be able to grow him into a useful member in the future.
With that Jeff began menial labor for the older mercenaries in exchange for being allowed to sleep in their camp and be given food. They were tough on him, but fair. It would be over the next 12 years that Jeff would build muscle, learn to shoot, and awaken as an adept. He would come to see these men not as murderers that were using him, but as family that saved him. As he grew he began to take on their sense of right and wrong. They said they would send him back to Seattle when he earned the money to pay for the ticket, but when the time came Jeff decided to stay with them. He was angry that none of his other family or friends went looking for him. In addition, he became accustomed to the jobs and lead slinging.
When he turned 17 he was allowed to decide upon his code and join the Corps. This group seems to be quite different, albeit smaller, than the brotherhood or the Steel Legion. They don’t write their code, but simply share it with their captain. To them the code is personal and near sacred. They don’t share it, or at least didn’t while the company existed. Anyway, Jeff enjoyed working with them and slinging led for 6 years. During his tenure as a full member he completed many a mission and became fairly accomplished for a fledgling mercenary. He learned the art of stealth and the art of surprise. He learned what areas will kill and what will maim. He learned what pain a man can take and what he can’t. It seemed this would be the journey of his life, but after 6 short years it came to an abrupt end.
The TC Mercenaries were known for many things in their day. One thing that they were always keen on was surviving the encounter. They wouldn’t accept suicide ops and tried their best to use tactics that allowed a high success rate with few to no casualties. This policy was why they were able to stay small. Low turnover of members means no need to grow large. However, when they got word that the Death’s Hand was moving into their territory and that the butcher of the Serengeti was hot on their heels they decided to split up their money and leave the field. War was their job, but certain death wasn’t worth any amount of money. Each took their share based on seniority and rank. They scoured to the corners of the world and didn’t look back. Some to Europe, some to Asia, and even a few to Australia (though they may have been better off with the Hand if you ask me). Well, our little Jeff decided that since his new home was gone, it was time to return to his old one.
Well, it is now 2074 and we see that this Mercenary has been hiding for the past couple years in the Emerald City. He has as of late made a bit of a name for himself by joining the Sea Wolves under the master elemental specialist the Dandy Man and even had a short stay on the Harbingers team before being picked up the by the Mariners (though why an old school team wanted this runner is unknown). Well, here is to another orphan of the streets!
Race: Human
Height: 5’7
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Bio: Now let us take a look at this surprisingly old yet quite friendly merc know as The Dandy Man. What i’ve been able to dig up is a mix of recent info and from a pre data crash news article know as “Meet the merc’s”. We’ll start with that old article since it is the oldest known source of info on the Dandy Man that I could find. As such i’ll be quoting that article for the bulk of this article circa 2028-2070 as he was one of the few mercenary’s willing and friendly enough to make repeat, candid interviews with the article’s reporters and is one of the few to give fully honest and truthful information that is, to my capable information gathering, accurate interviews to date surprisingly.
“My name? Toblicain Dreemur Alhambra. Rank? Mercenary Master Summoner first class Conjuring Master Extraordinaire. What, You came for a look into the brotherhood’s esoteric ranking or at my past and present deeds and what have you? Haha that is what I thought.”
“Well it all began a number of years ago honestly. Adopted to loving parents, Toriel and Asgore Dreemur, Brothers Sans, Papyrus, and Asriel. Sisters Frisk and Chara. We were a fairly close family. Frisk and Chara butting heads constantly, and with papyrus and Sans enamored with the mystical arts. Asriel and myself being enthralled with the conjuring arts as we learned magical arts. Papyrus never grasped anything more than a mana bolt where Sans put together something beyond what is known today as Hell blast, weaving conjuring and sorcery to unleashing something beyond what I, as a conjuring expert, would call elementals. Were Asriel pulled upon ‘LoVe’ and ‘Determination’ with his elementals I mass summoned and dismissed hordes of low circle elementals to test the limits of my powers. Sans and I always meshed well, pressing our magical capabilities against each other when papyrus and Asriel did the same but at a far lack in path.”
“Sans was always more powerful, in sorcery and conjuring, but never both at the same time. He and I truly meshed as brothers, where I never felt the same connection with papyrus, Chara, asriel, or Frisk. We pressed each other to the extreme of what we knew. Right up to the horrid night that changed me forever.”
“ The great ghost dance…. That time that my whole life would crumble and mind altered like so many. Sans and I watched our family turn to ash before us, leaving just us to face the coming nights of blood. We gathered what we could and ran into the wilderness. Running from the mixed forces of The newly formed UCAS and NAN. Only surviving from a strong mix of our elemental hordes and Sans few combat capable spells that he figured out. We ran for what seemed like ages, making it into the Rocky mountains shadow when we got cornered by a force of NAN and UCAS that caught up to us…. What?! YES! THOSE FUCKERS WERE WORKING TOGETHER!”
“Sans thought he could save me, and if not for him, I would never be here to tell this old yarn. He stood defiant against that force with the last of our combined elementals and he told me to run. And I did! I ran till my legs finally gave out. If not for him I would be dead…. I…. I can’t. … this interview is over, I’m sorry.”
“Good to see you again! Sorry about last time, try not to think back to those days. Terrible memories, though if we keep those gone in our thoughts they can never truly die.”
“Now where did I leave off? Ah right, well I kept to the wilderness for the next few weeks, keeping myself safe with a few elementals I conjured up. I had planned to join up with the army to stick it to those Bastard shamans who unleashed that hell. That is till I found that they had no plans on retaliating for the equivalent to a nuke being dropped on top of them.”
“Disheartened, I basically went full drifter for a month or so till I caught wind of the brotherhood forming up. Beelining for them and signing on with them. They seemed more than happy when I had informed them I was magically, and a focused summoner at that. Back in those days mages were few and far between unlike today, more so of one knowing how to conjure and control multiple elementals at a time. My magical little friends saved many a merc and Op back then, oh how I miss the days when magical security was barely a thing, so much easier than today.”
“My code? My mercenary code was written back when I was an impulsive eighteen something year old, so saying it was… flexible would be an understatement. Still believe, with the red marks on my record, that I’m still a card carrying merc is cause I was magical and a conjurer. My code is, and to an extent now, was lax to wet work and that alone can garner you a quick number of checks on your dossier. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a red eye flight and an appointment to make.”
Sadly that is the last article I could dig up on the Dandy Man. From my sources inside the brotherhood, Dandy man’s contract was taken on by fellow mercenary and Sea Wolves Pirate Moray indefinitely. Working as their main magical support on the Lycanthrope for the last twenty five years or so.
Though it is unclear if his contract with the Sea Wolves is still in effect following the battle for Seattle, as he has been spotted working with Harbinger’s Revelator and Reject’s Scalphunter. Though if he is freelancing or he has joined up with the Devil’s Rejects is unclear, as he has been seen with Scalphunter and other members in the last few days.
This merc may look young and is very friendly, but he has more than fifty years of mercenary and pirate training as well as being both a skilled conjurer and proficient caster of sorcery. If you run a foul of the Dandy Man, be prepared for an unfair fight, for this mage always keeps several elementals around for back up to show his enemies a dandy old beat down.
Page Written By: Shadow Writer
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Membership: Seattle Police Department
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
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Bio: I will know regale you with the tale of Moray, this man is the pirate of pirates. He is the second in command of the entire Sea Wolves and has been Ratchets second in command since day one. Moray has not an ounce of humanity left in his body and he see’s the world through an entirely different perspective Moray is able to predict the movements of his pray long before they even dare to move a muscle and do to this sixth sense he has never lost a battle that he ever engaged in. Moray is not a direct member of the Lycanthrope but he does travel on the flagship on occasion, and for Moray he has no fear and their has never been a man born that has been able to best him in battle.
This man has no fear, no soul and has sea water for blood so trying to deal with Moray will only end in a death, and he is more then content to cut down someone before speaking with them. Moray doesn’t concern himself with the civilities of sparing life or showing any sort of compassion, he actually punishes severely those that do. When it comes to a battle at sea most vessels will just surrender then fight if they learn that Moray is commanding the Wolves. They would rather deal with Ratchet then Moray and that is not saying much, just Ratchet is more likely to not sink the vessel and spare the civilians. Moray will just sink it and let his salvager’s claim the loot, for Moray doesn’t put any value on life and it’s cheaper and less risky for him to just sink a ship and then salvage what they can from the cold dead corpses.
Moray has a serious problem with the people of Aztlan and has been engaging the people of that poor nation for some time, and he will not relent and allow them to rebuild or regroup. He has ordered the Wolves to sink any cargo vessel that even dares to enter Aztlan waters, he would rather see their food rotting on the sea floor, then on the tables of the people of the nation. This is not the only brutal thing that this man has done, Moray is the only man alive to challenge the Man in White to battle over an island territory that the Deaths Hand had staked claim over. Well according to legend, Moray was able to defeat the Man in White and sent the Deaths Hand packing off the island and back to the main land. Telling him “You might be the lord of the land, but I am lord of the sea.” To this day the Canary Islands are still under the control of the Sea Wolves and the Deaths Hand have not dared to attempt to reclaim the lost territory. Though I believe and I can’t believe I am saying this, the people of those islands might have been better off under Deaths Hand control then under the rule of Moray.
This man has been sailing the seas for many a generation and was already a pirate long before the rise of the Sea Wolves, as he worked along side the Governor and Poseidon as a Crimson Blood and do to personal differences Moray left the employ of the Bloods to fight alongside Ratchet and the new Sea Wolves. Some say that if it wasn’t for Moray’s vast knowledge and skill, the Sea Wolves would never have become the powerhouse they are today. As for the tales of Moray their are so many, that it is hard to pick the best to report, though for anyone who has ever worked on or near the sea will regale you the tales of Moray and his ultimate brutality. This man might seem like an easy mark, but that would be a very fatal mistake, their are reasons people do not dare to even fight Moray for he alone can clear an entire battleship and turn it into a ghost ship. We know this cause he has done it, on more then one occasion.
Moray moves with surgical precision, strikes with the speed of light and can blend into the tiniest of shadows and crevasses. He is skilled with a Katana and just as deadly if not more with a crossbow and some say that Moray was the man who trained the legendary Aeon but the jury is still out on that one. This man has been seen in multiple locations that don’t make sense since he can’t be in Hawaii one minute and then seen off the shores of England the next and then in the Canary Islands the next. So their has to be some sort of duplicates or body doubles to make this happen, but his reputation and legend are more then enough to scare most people directly into submission.
Moray has been seen inside Seattle as of recent speaking with General Fitzgerald, what they were discussing is unknown but it must have had something to do with the heavy increase of mercenaries arriving daily to lend a hand to the war. I do hope the Sea Wolves are not up to something more nefarious and with Moray that is a serious possibility. Moray has also been on the lookout for a young cybered mercenary from Africa that has been brought to North America; as he was alerted of this young man from a mercenary friend of his Otacon. Again for what purpose Moray is seeking this person is not known but it must have something to do with the Sea Wolves and their consent need for mercenaries to work as boarding crew.
Do yourself a favour and if you come in contact with Moray, don’t make any sudden movements and hope that this predator is not willing to get his suit bloody and will leave you be. Though otherwise just try to stay out of his path and remember this is a Sea Wolf they are never alone and if Moray is on the prowl he will have some serious back up with him. He is a fierce predator and everyone is pray to this man, so understand in the grand scheme of things this man is a true apex predator and you are nothing more then a brine shrimp.
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Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Race: Human
Height: 4’0
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Race: Human
Height: 5’10
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