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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Lt. Colonel “Wedge” John Smith USAF retired (Waffles)
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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Jeffrey C. Ashmore (Buttercup,Rodian)
Membership: Sea Wolves, Harbingers, Rogue One
Race: Human
Height: 5’3
Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 25
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: ???
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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!
Toblicain Dreemur Alhambra (Dandy Man)
Membership: Sea Wolves
Race: Human
Height: 5’7
Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 35
Archetype: Hermetic Magi
Preferred Weapon: ??
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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.
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Keith Reveille (Taps)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Weight: 165
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Repeating Crossbow (Modified)
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Bio: What can be said about the man known as Taps, well when it comes to Taps it truly is lights out for anyone who dares to come in contact with this ruthless bastard. Taps is not a hero and he is not a nice man, this bastard is the representative between the Sea Wolves and the Brotherhood of Mercenaries and that being said he is more pirate then mercenary. Taps is the commanding officer of the Lycanthrope’s boarding crew and he is responsible for making sure the crew is always full of the cut-throats and murderers. Taps always takes the mercenaries that the Brotherhood of Mercenaries doesn’t want or can’t find legitimate contracts for. The Brotherhood might not always agree with the actions of the Sea Wolves but in this world money talks and bullshit walks and the Sea Wolves are willing to keep the Brotherhoods coffers full of credits and supplies in exchange for silence and men.
Though for Taps this is not his only duty as a Sea Wolf, he is also Ratchets go to man for dealing with problems and headaches and for Taps nothing brings this man more joy then hunting down someone who has angered the boss. He is nothing more then a killing machine that will gladly swim through a river of blood to remove a problem, and for anyone who has seen Taps in action can attest he is a true terror. This man when engaged in sea battle uses brute force and military science to defeat his advisories, though when unleashed into a port to remove a target he employs an entire different approach. So trying to predict Taps is imposable and this is exactly how he likes things, though one thing always stands true with Taps and thats he is a soulless killer and he only has one objective and thats to bring pain and suffering with him wherever he travels.
As for he actions as a pirate, well Taps is allot like Barracuda in that he does whatever he wants, whenever he wants and he doesn’t take shit from anyone. He will mow down an entire room of people to just get at one and he will never accept surrender this is an going theme with the larger clans, they never accept parley or show mercy to anyone ever so don’t try. Taps has made a career out of killing and this man trains his boarding crew to be just as merciless and unforgiving, if the Sea Wolves decide to actually board a vessel pray to the Lord above that you never come face to face with Taps or it will be lights out forever. This man is more then capable in battle and his prowess is legendary, their are reports where he with one hand is tossing full grown men over board and landing his bolts between targets eyes far across the ship with the other. People have even watched him tear cabin doors open, and rip open hatches bare handed to get at his targets.
There is one encounter a cruise ship had with the Sea Wolves in the Mediterranean when they boarded the vessel with the intentions of robbing the passengers and killing anyone who actually engaged them. Taps was climbing over the side rail when he saw the ships captain sealing down the bridge, as Taps was lurching over the rail fending off security with his hook in one hand, in mid roll he drew his crossbow and fired towards the bridge and pinned the captain to the back wall with a bolt between his eyes. That bolt tore through multiple feet of ballistic glass like it was paper and the shot would have been near impossible for most well trained snipers and Taps made it while defending himself in battle. Needless to say that cruise ship suffered a great deal of causalities and was left nothing more then a ghost ship burning in the calm waters. What actually incurred the wrath of the Wolves is unknown, but what it did was reinstate the maritime law that civilian ships must be unarmed and just surrender to the pirates instead of taking up arms against them.
Though all this did was allow the pirates to create a safe passage fee that could be paid in advance and allow for the ship to travel unmolested though the tax is only valid in certain waters and if the vessel is travelling out of the protected zones well they must pay again or suffer the consequences and with the Sea Wolves those are very fatal consequences. Though back to Taps this man, is more than a handful on his own but trust me the Wolves always hunt in packs so it’s not the Sea Wolf you can see that you worry about it’s the ones you can’t and with Taps thats a serious problem since like I said on the sea he might be straight forward and brutal. But on land this man is a stealth killer and uses the shadows and his vast underworld knowledge and connections to move through the cities underbelly unmolested. Again one can argue that pirates should stay on the sea and shouldn’t be as connected as the criminals on land. Well that would hold true if this was still the 1600’s, these pirates are brutal businessmen that have connections all over the world from their vast travels. Taps is no different this man’s information network is vast and his phone is as scary as his crossbow, for Taps their is only one man with as extensive a information network and that man is the infamous Mr. Black. So understand this, if Taps is after you their is not a safe place in the world to hide and do to all his connections he will find you and their isn’t any information that he can’t uncover with a few simple pushes of a button.
Before Taps served as a pirate he was a world class mercenary that was becoming to brutal for the mercenary world and do to his actions in the Tir Na Nog during the elvish invasions he was as well exiled along with his friend and commander Ratchet. Though Taps maintained his connections with the mercenaries knowing that keeping those ties would come in handy one day an as we have seen they have paid out in full many times over. Taps has been seen within the darkest depths of Seattle’s underbelly as of late and one can only hope that he is just on shore leave, though we can’t be that lucky and he is probably here for some nefarious reason.
So please my readers understand this Taps is not a nice man, he has no soul and is nothing more than a killer in business suit. He will never yield and he will take whatever he damned well pleases, so unless you dare to become his next victim I would just avoid him at all costs. Taps has a tried and true record of success, he has killed hundreds if not more throughout the years and has never lost a minute of sleep over the lives he took. So unless you want to be laid to rest and have your lights go out forever I would best stay out of Taps way, for this is one time you don’t want to hear the bugler playing taps cause well it’s lights out forever.
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Sargent Detective Doc O’Neil (Barracuda)
Membership: Seattle Police Department
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Weight: 150
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Ronin Hand Cannon
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Bio: The man known as Barracuda has been unleashed and sent on a form of shore leave directly into the one place most pirates would avoid. He has been placed inside the Seattle Police Department and if you thought the Kraken was bad well you haven’t seen anything yet. The Barracuda is one of Ratchets most trusted men and has served on the Lycanthrope since the earliest of days, this man is the First Mate of that ship and he maintains law and order on the vessel whenever Ratchet is not available. These men share very similar views and have not a care in the world if anyone survives when they plunder another vessel. The Barracuda is beyond brutal and he is only happy when the seas turn red, and to think he will rescue anyone who is floating in the waters after they sink a ship, well that is the last thing on his mind and all you are is shark food. This man has been involved in every battle the Sea Wolves have been engaged with and has taken many trips to the shores of Aztlan to plunder it’s cities and people for their wealth, women and children this man doesn’t seem to consider the people of Aztlan to be nothing more than a prize an he is more then willing to abduct the children and press them into the service of the Sea Wolves or sell them to the League to be used as zombie food.
What he does to their women is beyond disgraceful and I won’t even post it here out of respect to my female readers, this man is a true monster in the truest sense of the word and what he does is fully sanctioned and legal. The Barracuda has been pillaging the shores of Aztlan for so many years now that they have even created a legend about this man and use his image to scare the unruly straight. They also leave their unwanted women and children by the shores in hopes to spare the villages his wrath. If his actions on land aren’t bad enough, his actions on the seven seas are down right evil and he is truly a pirate and doesn’t give a damn about the lives or sanctity of anyone who he takes prisoner. He forces loved ones to kill each other, he rapes the wives of the husbands as they watch helpless to do anything to stop the Barracuda. Then he disposes of his play things by tossing them overboard with their hamstrings sliced open. The husbands meet just as horrible a fate, the Sea Wolves are well known for sacking cruise liners for the riches that are hidden on board. This gives the Barracuda plenty of opportunities to play God with the innocents lives, and their is no security force powerful enough to stop this man once he boards a vessel and systematically brings forth his own special brand of carnage.
The Sea Wolves are the reason the Crimson Bloods offer a toll to sail the seas for these vessels, and trust me if you ever dare to take a cruise make sure your liner is covered or your holiday could be cut short by the Sea Wolves an you really don’t want to come face to face with the Barracuda or any of his men. If you are unlucky enough to be aboard a cargo or military ship well, lets just hope the Wolves are not on the hunt cause once these predators get the scent of blood in the water they hone in and strike. The Barracuda himself being the worst of the offenders of this, this man is under orders to do any thing he deems necessary to ensure the success of the Wolves and this means committing wholesale slaughter he is more then willing to oblige. This man has been banned from ever stepping foot on many nations soil do to his crimes an he is wanted throughout the world for his actions. Though as a pirate he really could care less and the more the nations cry about the actions of the Barracuda the happier he becomes and the more violence he unleashes.
This my readers is your newest Seattle Police Detective and you can thank the same people that placed the Kraken into the department for this, the Barracuda a man who has murdered more people then cancer is now serving the city and protecting her people, well thats a whole lot of horse crap. This man is up to something and so is his commanding officer Ratchet, why else would he unleash this bastard onto the people of the city, I knew the alliance of the Sea Wolves and Crimson Bloods would end up screwing us. Well here it is readers, and of course he is totally protected by diplomatic immunity under the Caribbean League. So any hopes of bringing the Barracuda to justice has gone up in smoke, especially with the League joining the war and fighting on behalf of Seattle.
He might seem like a nice old man, well thats where it ends. To look him in the eyes if you even can, is to stare into the depths of hell itself and his soul has long since been sold. The Barracuda is nothing more then a hunter of the sea and will do whatever he damned well pleases, so trust you instincts about this man and avoid him at all costs. He has survived for decades in a profession that has a normal life expediency of five to ten years, and he has been sailing since before the second Civil War and prior to that he was a mercenary fighting alongside Ratchet in an attempt to free Ireland from the Elves. So consider this to be a warning, the Barracuda is bad news, and he will never show you mercy. He has made a career out of murder and theft an has always taken exactly what he wants and never accepts surrender. You have been warned and what you do with this is up to you, but for me if I see the Barracuda coming my direction, I will just eat a bullet then deal with him, suicide might be a cowards way out, but what the Barracuda will do to you is a far worse fate to behold.
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Ward O’Malley (Moray)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Weight: 155
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Katana
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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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Morgan Robins (Coral)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Weight: 155
Apparent Age: 40
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Cutlass
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Bio: Well if you think only the Crimson Bloods allowed women into their ranks you would be wrong. Long gone are the superstitions of women being unlucky to bring aboard ships and now it’s just as common to find a women aboard a pirate vessel as it is a man. This being said the women in the world of the pirates has to work twice as hard to prove her worth then any of her male counterparts so running into a female pirate could be a serious threat to anyone who dares to cross them. Coral is just that women, she is just as deadly as her fellow crew and officers and has been personally trained by the Barracuda, Saw, Taps and even the Admiral himself has had a hand in grooming Coral into becoming one of the most fierce pirates and warriors the seas have ever seen. Coral is always trying to up the ante and prove herself to be even better then some of the older Wolves she works with. Coral’s brutality and no surrender attitude has even garnered her the right to become the wife of the Admiral as he was impressed with her can do attitude and when he asked for her hand Coral would have been stupid to refuse, also one doesn’t simply refuse a Pirate Admiral when they ask for your hand in marriage. This Coral knew and she also knew that being his wife, would only mean she would have to always prove her worth to the men or she would loose all the respect she worked so hard to earn.
Coral on a number of occasions has proven that she is more then a handful to any male and when she descends onto a enemies deck, the fear trembles them down to their very souls and most would rather dive head first into shark infested waters then be on the receiving end of Coral’s blade. This women earned her name do to the beauty of the coral reef, though as any sailor knows the reefs hide a very deadly side and are as hard as stone and as sharp as a razor. This Coral has proven time and time again, her skills in combat are beyond deadly and she is not shy about drawing her sword or gun to prove a point. Coral is like the rest of the Wolves their souls long sold and nothing but the soulless eyes of a predator, the Sea Wolves have fully accepted Coral as one of their own and she has become the wife of Admiral Robbins this should be all the proof anyone would need that this is one women you do not tangle with.
She works many jobs on the Lycanthrope though her primary position is the quartermaster and she is in charge of all the munitions, cargo and basically anything that is stored and or brought onto the ship. She is also the chief gunner when the Wolves are engaged in sea battle before any boarding occurs, though once the hooks are launched and the boarding is to begin, Coral is more then content to join the fray and enter the targets ship. Once she has stepped foot on the target vessel this is where Coral really shines, though what she does is brutal and she doesn’t care who she needs to cut down, as long as blood flows and the sharks are feed.
So with this women she has more then proven to be a serious combatant, and as I said prior more then one man would rather dive into shark infested waters then face Coral head on. She also is more then able to tear hatches open bare handed and cut through the hull with her blade so don’t think armour will spare you against her. The pirates have learned how to deal with barriers, and heavy armour plating as they deal with these obstacles daily. They also might appear to be lightly armoured and they are as heavy armour and the sea is a bad combination, but their light armour is as sturdy as any heavy military grade armour or better so don’t think the standard firearms will have any affect against these roughens.
Coral like any pirate has the attitude of what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine, so if she something that catches her fancy she will kill to get if needed. She never accepts surrender unless she is asked to bring a present for Saw to play with and put on a show for the crew, and she will always fight with her full ability Coral never pulls any punches so best for to not hold back when engaged against Coral.
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Hector O’Leary (Saw)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 4’0
Weight: 65
Apparent Age: 35
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Katana
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Bio: Well lets talk about Saw for a bit here, this bastard is a long time member of the Sea Wolves and what this short little bastard is capable of doing is down right terrifying. He is a member of the Lycanthrope’s officer pool and serves with the boarding crew bringing death with him in his wake and yes I mean this short pirate is nothing to make fun of, he has killed more people then most career soldiers do and his brand of murder is not very pleasant to say the least. They call him Saw an the reason for this is he uses Saw blades to cut down his victims either thrown or through the cybernetic implanted circular saws that are in his lower arms. Saw is more the capable of cutting you down to his size or turning you into a women if needed, remember his hight and what’s directly in his reach and very rarely armoured and protected.
The Other reason they call him Saw is do to his job on the Lycanthrope, he is the man in charge of dealing with prisoners and keeping order on the vessel. Saw on a number of occasions has cut people limb from limb and had them watch as he feeds there limbs to the awaiting sharks below, he has also sawed people in half, vivisected them, you name it this little bastard has done it as a form of capital punishment. He also enjoys keelhauling and stringing people up on the mast or even a good old fashioned whipping though his whip is loaded with hundreds of tiny saw blades. I will spare you the gory details of what that whip can do to a human body, remember the Sea Wolves don’t take prisoners, so if you surrender to them in a fight all you are doing is prolonging the inevitable and death in battle is quicker then any death at the hands of Saw.
Now for the gritty when it comes to Saw in battle just avoid him at all costs, this pirate has no soul and has been serving the Wolves since the start, so you can only imagine what he s capable of in battle and he is just like the rest of them and will take whatever he wants, do whatever he wants and he won’t let a single person stop him. These pirates are worse then any street thug in that they have no fear and care little for the consequences of their actions Saw is no different.
You have been warned about Saw, sorry there isn’t more to report about this little bastard, but he mostly stays on the ship and do to this anyone who has ever encountered Saw is now dead. This being said never under estimate him and remember no Sea Wolf is ever alone they hunt in packs. So with Saw now having shore leave this is a serous problem for the city and her people seeing this killer and pirate is now loose inside Seattle with no one to wrangle him and his brothers in. Stay clear of Saw or you will find yourself in the morgue, this is a public service announcement here, Saw is evil and he has gallons of blood on his hands.
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Elliot Rivers (Bootstrap)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Mercenary
Preferred Weapon: Colt 911
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Bio: Bootstrap is the newest member to join the ranks of the dreaded Crimson Bloods, this man once served nobly and honourable among the UCAS Navy and had a long and prestigious career that brought him all the way to the rank of Vice Admiral. Though for Bootstrap he was watching as the Navy he served and loved so much was being stripped away before him and what was becoming of the precious Navy was nothing more then a shell of itself and under the command of the False Flag, he was watching as the military was being used to capture and enslave common citizens. He was watching as the pirates where freely plundering the seas and the Navy was powerless to stop them as they where ordered to sit on their laurels and do nothing to stop them from killing his fellow sailors.
Bootstrap served in Seattle and was stationed at Fort Lewis and was in command of one of the greatest fleets in the world, he was proud of his naval heritage and long linage of offices that all served before him. Though for Bootstrap, he could feel that the tides where turning and he only wishes he was wrong, but since he defected to the pirates obviously this once honourable officer had a change of heart. Bootstrap was one of the commanding Admirals during the Battle of Seattle and he like a few others warned the UCAS of the severity of the situation in the waters of Seattle. He knew that engaging those fleets would be suicide for many of his sailors and he wanted to just offer surrender and hope they would allow the ships to safely exit the harbour without firing a shot. For this Bootstrap was ridiculed and relieved of duty by General James O’Brian and others of the False Flag, Bootstrap just left the base and went to his private home in the Imperial Towers.
From his vantage point he was able to sit comfortably in his home and watch as the Navy was entirely eradicated and the Naval Yard would fall into the hands of the pirates as they unleashed hell fire into Fort lewis and the surrounding districts. As much as he was saddened by the events that unfolded that day, he was also filled with frustration and anger over how the government was failing and how it had to resort to this war, the city breaking out into a civil war fighting for freedom against the tyranny of the nation he once served proudly.
Bootstrap use this as an excuse to throw his hat in the war, if the UCAS didn’t want his assistance then he would help those that where fighting for freedom an he would gladly strike a blow for lady liberty. No one is sure how Bootstrap reached out to the pirates, but what we do know is he not only reached out to them and they gladly accepted his call. He used his secure codes to download the entirety of the UCAS’s naval registry and tactical logs directly onto his personal laptop before meeting up with the pirates of the Crimson Bloods for his rescue.
Well as current events will tell us this evacuation didn’t go as planned and the government was waiting for Bootstrap to apprehend him and the pirates. Well we know that Bootstrap was successfully evacuated and has been brought into to the pirate’s family, so what fate is in store for the UCAS Navy now that they have Bootstrap and his valuable information is unknown. Bootstrap is a brilliant naval officer who hails from a long line of admirals and captains, he graduated top of his class and holds multiple advanced degrees including a marine biology degree so he will be a great asset to the pirates and they will fight like hell to protect their newest family member.
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