Membership: Sentinels
Race: Human
Height: 6’0
Weight: 210
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Scimitar
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General Wesley MacArthur (Duelist)
Membership: Sentinels
Race: Human
Height: 5’11
Weight: 185
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Scimitar
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General Erwin Forscythe (Crimson Ghost)
Membership: Sentinels, Son’s of Odin, Son’s of Liberty
Race: Human
Height: 6’0
Weight: 200
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Ronin Mach 5 Hand Cannon (Modified)
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Bio: It’s time to speak about the current leader of the Sentinels the man known as the Crimson Ghost, this man is one of the original members of this elite fighting unit and has climbed his way all the way to the top of the chain of command and has never once questioned his oath nor his responsibilities of command. Just like his brother Noel Forscythe aka the Roadrunner Erwin would volunteer for military service to the United States Army long before the days of the Great Tragedy of 2018; the two brothers both having graduated from West Point would make their way up through the ranks quickly their prospective divisions and end up both in command of their own special forces units; partaking on missions that would send them into dangerous combat zones all for the promotion of democracy and the American way, both men would lead lustrous and honourable military careers; though they would eventually become so invested into their careers and missions that like most military families the brothers would inevitably loose touch of each other as their missions sent them deep into hostile territory.
The Crimson Ghost would be the first to be betrayed by his own government when his team was sent deep into the deserts of Iraq to bring down a convoy of fanatical Islamic terrorists that would be moving weapons of mass destruction into Syria; though what he didn’t know was that across the pond in America all hell was breaking loose and it was the beginning of the Great Tragedy of 2018 and the foundation of the False Flag; well the exact timing on when the brothers where betrayed is left to speculation as most of the documents from that time have been destroyed or lost. Either way you look at it the Forscythe brothers where about to have a very bad day and their live would be forever changed from that point.
With Noah and his unit fighting within Vietnam and the Erwin fighting in Iraq the brothers couldn’t have been further apart and unaware that they would both suffer a great betrayal from the government that they dedicated their lives to serve. Well what happened to the Roadrunner and the Unforgiven would become national news and history; what would become of Erwin and his squad would be erased from the record books and forgotten by all of America as the one time decorated commander was dishonoured, disgraced and reported to have been executed by hanging for treason against the newly formed United Canadian American States (UCAS) and buried in a nameless grave within the sands of Iraq.
Erwin and his unit of Green Berets where given false information and bad intelligence about a supposed shipment of weapons of mass destruction being transported across the boarders into Syria and given the task of removing the threat from the world. Erwin and his squad laid in wait for the transport and like good soldiers they would emerge from the rocky terrain and begin opening fire upon the terrorist convoy; though what was actually awaiting them inside the transports wasn’t fanatical terrorists but highly trained NATO soldiers that where more than prepared to combat Erwin and his men; the battle would catch the US special forces team off guard and in a quick moment of pause, his unit was overrun and outgunned. When the smoke cleared many soldiers would lay dead or dying within the desert sand and Erwin and his second in command Russel Winters would be captured and taken prisoner and forced to watch as the remainder of his men where executed by the NATO forces. Erwin and Russel where taken to a newly founded UCAS encampment within the boarders of Saudi Arabia and throw into a makeshift prison cell; stripped of their uniforms, equipment and dignity the two men would be forced to endure the elements, starvation tactics and weeks of torture at the hands of the NATO forces trying to break the wills of the two life long military men. Erwin and Russel would refuse to break even through countless hours of torture and being on the brink of death through dehydration, starvation and the infections that coursed through their bodies from the injuries left to fester.
Eventually it would be determined that neither Erwin or Russel would break and they would have to be executed in order to protect the cover story already being spread across the news throughout the newly founded UCAS. Early in the morning at first light the two men where dragged from their cells, arms bound behind them and legs bound as they where being brought to the make shift gallows where two nooses would bring forth their end. The rope was placed around their necks, the nooses pulled snug and the ropes end bound together and tied to the back of an old US Army Jeep; and in a very unceremoniously fashion the bases commander would give the order and the jeeps engine would roar to life as the the tires kicked up sand and dirt the two men wold be hoisted into the air as their necks stretched, ligaments tore and they would begin to suffocate as the noose quickly constricted their necks. All the while the cameras of the UCAS Military Judicial Corps was rolling capturing the last moments of Erwin and Russel’s lives as they where quickly dying as they bodies convulsed, twitched and their bladders and bowels would vacate uncontrollably. As darkness was descending upon the two men and their souls preparing to vacate the vessels; a great sandstorm suddenly tore through the area, the hanging men would begin swinging like wind-chimes seemingly speeding up the process of their demise; both Erwin and Russel had already given into their fate and awaited death. Though as fast as the Sandstorm ravaged the area, it would pass and both the hanging men would fall limp to the ground, their eyes burning from the blowing sand their breath shallow and death still lingering over them as their bodies twitched.
After what felt like an eternity they would feel the nooses unravel from around their necks, and once the sand and smoke cleared only one man stood before them. his desert robes flowing in the wind, his face covered, and holding two blood soaked swords; the unknown warrior stood before the two downed solders with everyone else around them laying dead, their bodies sliced in two and blood seeping into the sand. The Unknown savoir would sheath his bloody swords and extend a helping hand to the two fallen men, all he would say as he lifted them to their feet was that he was a friend and they shall not fear no more. Erwin and Russel both still dazed and injured needing medical attention where in no position to argue nor question their masked saviours intentions; they would be quickly swooped up in the arms of the masked man and through Erwin’s blurry vision he could see soldiers ransacking the encampment before they would find themselves deep within the darkness of a cave.
The UCAS would loose their entire encampment during that battle and by the time any reinforcements would arrive, they would find the base empty of all supplies and the bodies of the fallen fully emaciated, the nooses empty and only the video tape of the execution would survive the encounter. Though it suffered great damage and showed nothing past the sand storm, so to the UCAS they were successful in the hanging of Erwin and Russel. Though deep in the cave the two men would see their saviour for the first time as he removed his robes and mask, to expose the frame of a warrior with twin katana sheaths on his back and multiple pistols holstered on his belt, chest and boots, they would also notice the man was well dressed in a dark suit and tie. He wold introduce himself simply as Set and that he worked for the old government, the men would stare at him in horror and disbelief. Set would bark orders in Arabic and more of those cloaked figures would emerge from the shadows, Erwin and Russel would initially attempt to take defensive stances, but their wounds where to great and the toxicity of the infections would cause them to collapse once again; Set just spoke the words again “Fear Not” and these dark skinned warriors would collect the fallen bodies of Erwin and Russel and take them deeper into the cave towards a makeshift medical ward.
All they remember about those that helped them where the blackened runes tattooed on their faces and all the could make out was that they where the guardians of some sort of tomb. Set just sat and watched as the men’s wounds where tended to and fluids where being pumped back into there bodies. The men where feed and Sets warriors would care for the soldiers and tend to their injuries with herbs and oils of the region; once Set felt that they were strong enough to handle the information and their minds where once again their own, he would go into the long drawn out tales of the events that transpired across the pond, he would go into the stories of the axis of evil and that even Noah Forscythe would suffer the same fate as Erwin did. He would go into to the stories of how their families disowned them as traitors and that their country didn’t want nor would welcome them home. Erwin tried to protest Sets words, but once shown concrete evidence of not only his betrayal but the ravages that where still ongoing within America; the two soldiers would be left with only a defeated look and ask Set what he wanted them for?
Set would go to explain that he and his friend Salvador where part of an elite fighting unit that had been battling the axis of evil for many years and they were in search of true and honourable warriors that would both want to fight for the freedom of mankind and as well fight for revenge against those that had murdered and butchered your loved ones. He then told them that he was part of a unit called the Sentinels and they where professional mercenaries that had just one employer and needed tried and true warriors like them to join his order and eventually command this division to victory. He then left the two men to their own devices and thoughts, knowing that a decision of this nature couldn’t be own rushed into; the two me feasted on the food Set left behind and would speak of their options and where to go from here, they even considered grabbing their gear that was left in plain view for them and taking their chances in the desert; though after many hours of deliberation they would call out for Set and accept his offer. Erwin could feel the anger burning in his heart as the scenes of his brothers execution replayed in his mind. Set gladly accepted their place within the Sentinels and would offer the two men additional medication telling them that it would prolong their lives and grant them power beyond their beliefs. The men accepted Sets gift and would become the two newest members of this order in many years, Erwin Forscythe would die in that cave and emerge the Crimson Ghost and Russel Winters would become known as Crosshair as they would eventually take the world by storm.
Now as the years went by the revolution would rage on across North America and the Deaths Hand would begin to conquer Europe, the Sentinels would become that unit that moved within the shadows and roamed the wilds and wastes hunting down the axis of evil and eventually the new threat of the Free Bird. Though Crosshair would become very protective of the Crimson Ghost throughout the years and become his second set of eyes, always watching his friends back and the same would go for Erwin as he would make sure Russel was always safe. The two men had been through hell together and formed a bond stronger than most brothers; this bond would remain today and just like the Roadrunner has the Goblin, the Crimson Ghost has Crosshair not sure who I am more afraid of though.
Though unlike the Unforgiven that would loose their numbers quickly during the Battle of Searchlight, the Sentinels numbers would remain high until Great Division of England and the war of the Nobles when the Steel Legions forces would ravage England and the Sentinels would be sent in to restore order within the broken country. Even the Sentinels couldn’t hold back the wars that ravaged across England and as their numbers dwindled they would not yield and kept on fighting for 30 days and 30 nights they dug in deep into the English countryside fending off what they believed to to be rebelling English nobles but would come to learn that they where actually standing down a invading force of the elves of the Nog and even out numbered the Sentinels kept on fighting never allowing the enemy to advance, yet never being able to make any progress, as bullets tore through the air, bombs exploded and their trenches over run and it turned into a battle of steel meets steel; the Sentinels held their ground against a greater foe, they wouldn’t yield nor surrender. Their bodies broken and bleeding as the army of the Nog kept advancing forward the Crimson Ghost would give the order to stand their ground as the blade of a great eleven warrior adept Emerald would dig deep into the commanders gut and tear out through his back. As blood poured from his mouth he held his ground as he drew his twin serpentine daggers and drove them into the neck of Emerald and with a load pop he watched as another great elven warrior would fall dead from a shot that tore past Erwin from Crosshair.
Wounded badly they kept on fighting and would hold the invading forces at bay, though many of the Sentinels would lay dead or broken within the trenches and even their command structure would suffer great wounds, through the advances in medical and magical healing many more would survive though for the Sentinels this would be their first biggest loss in their numbers since Erwin joined the unit; though their success and valour in battle would cause many would be warriors to want to join the Sentinels and even the Steel Legion would see that this unit of American mercenaries showed true bravery and valour in the face of a greater foe and never faltered. This would be when the Sentinels would again watch their numbers rise and they would begin to accept warriors from all over the land that wanted the honour to fight with the unyielding Sentinels and when the Steel Legions own Iron Cavalry commander would willingly join forces with the honourable Sentinels; the powers that be knew that something needed to be done, this unit was not a joke and they would never surrender and now with part of the Iron Cavalry inside the Sentinels the enemy would soon be dealing with a mobilised fighting machine and not just boots on the ground.
Through all the years the Sentinels fought throughout Europe and Africa, they would fight on the behalf of the people; until they started engaging the madman known a Victor Salazar and his mind controlled citizens. Once they would discover Free Bird while fighting in Africa, the Sentinels would change their tactics and have to focus on the enemy all around them; many would fall victim to would be innocent citizens that would only seconds latter attempt to drive a knife into their backs. Suddenly the game changed and the Sentinels would have to no longer ignore the people and consider anyone to be a potential threat; this was an order that Erwin was reluctant to give but he knew that if they were going to survive in this modern warfare they were going to have to adapt or die. Erwin being a student of warfare and a master of historical conflicts, knew that it’s either adapt or fall victim to this new tactic that wasn’t all so knew; he had read and studied many historical situations that had the same outcome when the common citizen would be used as a unwilling pawn in the war and it would be left to the soldier to decide to either spare the citizen or allow hundreds more to become victims in the process. This was the judgement call that would drive the Sentinels from being known as the heroic warriors they were to becoming the legendary Ghost Division; they would be engaging an enemy that was using tactics not seen in many decades and now they where being surrounded by the enemy.
Free Bird had just entered the game and was quickly placing itself directly into the sights of the Sentinels as they compared them to the axis of evil and knew that the world would not be safe until Victor Salazar and Free Bird where removed from the world for good; the change in the tactics of the Sentinels would not sit well with many of their younger recruits that joined the order do to their status as being heroic and fighting bravely, now they lurked through the badlands hunting down the enemy wherever it lays and even burning entire villages to the ground just because Free Bird had taken hold of it prior; The Crimson Ghost decided that instead of fighting Free Bird directly he would strike them where it hurt the most and that was their involuntary test subjects, this would quickly turn the Ghost Division into an enemy unit in the eyes of the worlds stage; they were already being hunted to the ends of the earth by the Freedom Task Force, British Intelligence and the CIA for being decreed traitors and committing treason against the UCAS and NATO during the encounter in Iraq. Now they where actually committing acts of evil by killing citizens that might have been tainted by Free Bird and the axis of evil. This sudden change might have slowed the recruiting of any new members, though it didn’t bother any of those that remained within the Sentinels and we can be certain that those that were Sentinels prior to the change and had left would not loose any sleep over what their old division was now doing.
Soon the Sentinels would become known simply as the Ghost Division that would haunt the badlands, hunting any and all that stood in their path; their moral compasses broken and souls long since sold the remaining old timers would stick together like glue and become yet another variation of the Unforgiven; proving that when it comes to the Forscythe family it’s best to kill them before they can become a problem, with three remaining members left of this family line all divided between the three most feared units it is no surprise that this family just bleeds war and they will never relent and allow for peace to be felt. The Crimson Ghost is the current commander of the Ghost Division and has been for quite sometime and it seems that those old times that remained by his side will never leave and are quite content with their commander and not looking for a change in authority.
This man is a true beast in battle and what is worse is he has they best sniper in the world on his six, he has the man known as Crosshair the man that trained Tracer and can out shot any other on the planet and it is rumoured that he only uses the iron sights a majority of the time. He has the Iron Cavalry in his pocket and has some of the most dangerous men on the planet at his side, these men are willing to kill for the Crimson Ghost at the drop of a hat and thats not to mention this man’s own combative prowess and military knowledge. Trained in old school and new school military tactics and science, at the hands of the United States Army, Set, and having it deep within his bloodline seeing that he is blood related to the Master of War himself General Patton. It seems that Set was correct in his saving and recruitment of the Crimson Ghost and his ability to adapt and quickly change his tactics as needed causing his enemy to never be able to properly predict the movements of the Ghost Division; add that many don’t believe that this unit is still even alive and are not prepared for when they appear on the battlefield.
The Crimson Ghost is one man that is pure evil and understands only war and nothing else, I would compare him to Victor Salazar and Free Bird but that would be an insult to this once honourable division. The Ghost Division might not believe in taking prisoners, might not believe in sparing the lives of anyone that has been influenced by Salazar but at least they don’t try to enslave and bring forth Armageddon. He is evil in that he is a true war heart and see’s the world as nothing but a battlefield and the enemy can be anywhere, he is evil because he will run his sword through the gut of a citizen that happens to stand in his path and he will not allow an enemy combatant to survive even if they surrendered, all that earns them is a bullet to the head. The Crimson Ghost though is the one man that might actually be able to bring down the evil of Free Bird and save humanity from the nefarious plots of Salazar; this man and his Ghost Division are always on the move, they answer to only one employer and follow a very strict chain of command. They are all one brotherhood and even former members are still considered brothers in arms until they prove otherwise, the Crimson Ghost is the ultimate mercenary and his remaining Ghost Division is the last true bastion of soldiers of fortune.
Now when it come to the Crimson Ghost himself in battle from what I have heard, he is a true master of warfare and is just as deadly with his swords or his twin pistols, not to mention the assault riffle that he has strapped to his back. He possess twin serpentine daggers awarded to him by Medjai for his service to them in defending the ancient tomb during his days in Egypt, he would later find out the Medjai where the men that were working alongside Set and had helped rescue him from a certain death. The Crimson Ghost is considered a member of that order and has been trained by the best of their warriors in martial combat, his combat prowess is on par with many of the Presidents Men and the only reason he hasn’t been recruited to that order is that Set needs the Crimson Ghost to command the Ghost Division and rid the world of the great evil that is supposed to exist. This man has trained the remaining members of his division in the ancient combative arts of the Medjai so best to never underestimate anyone of the Ghost Division. They seem to move like ghosts through the battlefields and never actually feel the sting of the enemies bullets, and as fast as they arrive they vanish; further exemplifying the legend of this unit being nothing more than ghosts of the past, manifesting to aid who they consider to be an ally.
The Ghost Division can be found either stalking the dunes of Egypt or currently within the UCAS as they are hunting Free Bird and Victor Salazar attempting to stop that madman from whatever his true ultimate plan is; when it comes to the Crimson Ghost it is hard to actually nail down any actual verifiable information, seeing that that the UCAS has declared him dead and buried a a traitor. Though like his brother he has risen from the grave and become a thorn in the side of axis of evil, and whats worse is that they know now that each other are alive and have proved that the Unforgiven and the Ghost Division are willing to work together and side by side all that is needed is the unite the Presidents Men and the axis of evil or the unholy trinity will have a the holy trinity to deal with and to call any players in that unison holy is painful as they are all evil and it seems that the events are beginning to unfold and the fate of the known world will eventually be in the hands of one of these factions; it’s just who is the worse of the two evils.
Page Written By: James Bradley
Colonel Russel Winters (Crosshair)
Membership: Sentinels
Race: Human
Height: 5’9
Weight: 175
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Sniper
Preferred Weapon: Ronin Mach 5 Sniper Rifle (Modified)
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Bio: I wont go into to much detail about the man known as Crosshair seeing that you can read about his start within the article of his commander and friend the Crimson Ghost; though what I will tell you is that this man is the true king of the snipers, he has trained those that are considered to be the best in the world and has been able to drop over a dozen Ronin warriors with a single shot and bring down hundreds of elven warrior adepts during the invasion of England; this man is the true king of the snipers and he is truly over protective of his friend and comrade the Crimson Ghost, so beware if you can’t see Crosshair that doesn’t mean he can’t see you.
Who taught Crosshair is unknown, and where he learned his skills can only be decreed that he was well trained by the US Army, Set and the Medjai this man has been a true scourge for anyone that has ever stood against the Sentinels and now the Ghost Division. He has more confirmed kills than anyone in the known world; if he has any cyber it is unknown and it can be assumed that he is an adept of great power, though even with the lose of one of his eyes in the battle against the hordes of the elves the multi coloured crystal that he uses as a glass eye given to him by Set might have something to do with his great magical skill an prowess with the rifle. Not to mention that Crosshair uses the DAOD Military Grade Sniper Rifle called the Mach 5 that he highly modified to be even more powerful than originally intended. This sniper needs no introduction, if you hear the shot than you were not the intended target and if you hear his music it might already be to late.
Crosshair has been serving alongside the Crimson Ghost since they both joined the military together after graduating West Point, these two are as thick as thieves and have been friends since childhood and both nearly died together at the gallows pole; whatever bond they had beforehand has only been strengthened through the years. Finding any actual information on Crosshair is nearly impossible since the UCAS considers him to have been hanged and buried somewhere in the middle east, they have destroyed all other records about Crosshair and have tried to erase him from the history books. Though through the Freedom Task Force they would uncover that Crosshair is alive and as Agent White would watch as agent after agent would fall headless in front of him and being unable to locate the location of the sniper as he laid prone behind the wreckage of a tank; his radio would broadcast those chilling words “Tell Mitchell, that Crosshair and the Ghost Division says hello.” according to reports found in Mitchell’s office that this was when Agent White and the Freedom Task Force were never again sent overseas and Director Mitchell would become far more paranoid.
Crosshair sent over fifty flag covered caskets back the states of the fallen Freedom Task Force, with a shaken Agent White to be the bearer of bad news. Their are images available within the Matrix showing the transport plain unloading the flag draped coffins, all killed by one man, this man Crosshair; normally snipers work in pairs but this man has never needed a spotter and has always trained his apprentices to never need a spotter it’s alone or nothing all a spotter can do is get you caught. This is another sniper that has as well trained in martial combat and small arms so even catching him is not going to be a guarantee of capture; also it is reported that he has some sort of natural tremor sense and moves like the wind never in one place twice and never shooting from the same location more than once. Crosshair is one man to be truly afraid off, his weapon has over a 3 mile range and can bring down battle tanks with ease.
We know that his heart is black and his soul gone, the only man he protects is the Crimson Ghost; we know that they have taken the same oath and joined the same order that rescued them as Crosshair carries the same serpentine daggers of the Crimson Ghost, his dominate eye has been replaced with a multi-colour crystal and his weapon is modified beyond even Dark Arms abilities. We know that he has the highest confirmed kill count of any sniper and their is no sniper alive willing to challenge Crosshair for the crown; well their was one her name was Double Tap and well she wanted the title of the best, and lets just say that Crosshair made certain that Double Tap learned a valuable lesson that you don’t write a check your ass can’t cash. He removed her head while she sat in the Jackals Lantern and for the split second that Joey had the door open was all the time Crosshair needed to remove a would be dreamer. Rumours state that he made a special trip to Seattle specially to make that kill and prove to the others that he is still and always will be the king of snipers.
Otherwise if you want to read more on the exploits on Crosshair, well good luck it’s just not out there; best to follow the legends of the Ghost Division and do your own digging; many believe that this unit doesn’t exist and those that do will never question the existence of Crosshair and his sheer number of confirmed kills, you can always track down Agent White aka the Revelator of the Harbingers for he is the only actual surviving witness to the exploits of Crosshair. If you see Crosshair that still doesn’t mean your safe, he is just as deadly up close as he is at range and he might have a remote rig somewhere set to lure you into a false sense of security.
Treat the Ghost Division as you would the Unforgiven with kid gloves and no sudden movements, these men are hardened warriors with only battle and conflict coursing through their veins, they have been betrayed, they are fighting an enemy that can be anywhere and they have been declared the enemy and many would be bounty hunters would love to collect to reward for these men. Your life is not worth a handful of credits, we have seen what happened to those hunters that tried to collect on the Unforgiven and the Ghost Division is worse, see the Unforgiven are cleaners and assassins, the Ghost Division are warriors that stand and fight till the end; now that the brothers have reunited and are working together at times that means that two of the most deadly units that the UCAS tried to erase have returned, it’s only a matter of time before the axis of evil finds itself within the crosshair of Colonel Winters; our government can barely deal with the Presidents Men and if the third Forscythe units the three teams it might just be curtains down on the UCAS as these three units combine their tactile and combative capabilities forcing the hand of UCAS to stand against an enemy that has proven time and time again to be unstoppable.
Page Written By: Donald Fellows <UCAS Times>
Colonel Tracy Appleton (Set)
Membership: Brotherhood of Mercenaries
Race: Human
Height: 6’0
Weight: 190
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Cybered Mercenary Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Sabre
Runner Song:
Bio: Well before I start this article about the master of chaos, death and war known simply as Set named after the Egyptian God of the same aspects; I will state that I am only writing this article out of necessity and the need to alert the people about this beast that has been wandering the lands for many a decade. He is a member of the Brotherhood of Mercenaries and has been partnered with this band of mercenary soldiers since the earliest days and would be one of the founding members alongside his close friend and ally Crash; both men would simply pass the torch of leadership to Tugboat and Mr. Cadillac but yet any friend of Crashes is someone that needs to be watched carefully and cautiously. Set himself is a legendary commander that has trained some of the most fierce generals the world has ever seen, and not caring where they wondered off to; he has personally trained the likes of Alexander, Checkmate, Holocaust, Aries, many of the Confederate and Patriot Generals as well as a handful of the US and British generals that would become known as the enemy of the rebels. Even the mighty King of England owes his success to the teachings of Set; if their is one man that revels in the chaos of his protegees it’s this mercenary; through his teachings he keeps the fires of war burning and thus keeps the money rolling into the coffers of the Brotherhood.
Set is not only a total mastermind that is on par with the Ghost, Coroner and Governor he is as well a legend in the arts of battle and one that has no equals; he has trained many in the lost and secret arts of combat but even with their knowledge none of them have ever been able to best their master, Checkmate, Moray, Anchor, Reaper and Piper have all been trained by this master as well as many of the Brothers Grimm and Son’s of Odin have been tutored by the likes of Set and even these men bow down to the likes that is Set. They all have learned to respect their trainer and the man that has mastered the arts of war and chaos, a man that revels in the wave of sorrow that is harvested in his wake; Set has even trained both Azrael and Wake in their special gifts and talents and has stared down the mighty Plymouth and his horde alone when the Necromancer would make a military movement against Holocaust and his men within Brazil. Set was able to convince the Necromancer to return to Jamaica and ignore Brazil, this has latter proved to have been a worthy lesson since Holocaust has aligned himself with Plymouth to fight against the Aztec military but if it wasn’t for the intimidating and powerful presence of Set things might have been different and history would have written itself in a different manner.
The tales of Set ca be traced through the books of history and many say that the name is the same but the man has changed through the ages; though with the verification that genetic immortality might be far older than we have thought and the legends of the Fountain of Youth and Holy Grail it could be that this is the same man that has been written throughout history fighting in every major conflict and spilling blood for his enjoyment and his weight in gold. Set is a master tactician and for every pupil of his that has gone on to become a legend in their own right, their are those that would become known as the villains and work towards the destruction of the free world. Remember Set revels within Chaos, Temptation and the Anarchy that is caused through war, his one pupil has recently surfaced and become a serious problem for everyone from the rebels to the civilised governments. The man that is only known as Victor Salazar was one of the last pupils of Set and he has taken the teachings and used them to further the course of evil through his terrorist cell known as Free Bird; Set doesn’t seem at all concerned that Salazar has corrupted his teachings and only seems to be content that it will mean further destruction, further corruption and further war witch in conclusion means more money and power for this already legendary mercenary.
Where Set came from is unknown, when he was born is unknown and well basically anything before he joining of the Brotherhood of Mercenaries and Presidents Men is either unknown or just historical legend. He has refused every offer for an interview and has sent any journalist that gets to close to him back in a bag, he moves with precise speed and grace and his speed with his blade is invisible to the naked eye; even the mighty Scourge seems like a sloth to this man and many of the fastest gunslingers can’t out draw this man before he is on top of them. Set’s pattern seems to be that he is fighting for the resistance and for the rebellion but yet he has trained and unleashed many of the enemies of these orders thus only to further the development of war and keep the fires burning bright into the night. Some say that Set has the power to bring an end this bloody conflict and firmly declare a winning side, though for a mercenary and one who relishes in chaos where is the fun in that. Though according to reports in Philadelphia and the sitting of Set entering multiple UCAS military camps; it can be decreed that he has chosen a side and has finally walked away from his let it burn philosophy. Again this is speculation and not grounded on any actual verified fact, it seems that something has set him off and forced his hand directly into the conflict directly; some say that that is the the destruction of Detroit, the British Invasion, or raping of the people at the hands of the UCAS; others believe that their is a far more sinister reason Set has gotten fully involved and thats to deal with Free Bird or even that one of his children have become a casualty to a former pupil and now Set has thrown his very dangerous gauntlet into the ring and stepped out of the shadows.
This once Presidents Man that the Freedom Task Force wouldn’t even dare to hunt out of true fear, would walk into the Brotherhood to continue his work, his training and his preparations for something far bigger than anyone man could ever predict, this man would create the Brotherhood with his long time friend Crash and strong arm General Buckley into commanding the Sons of Odin while they took a back seat in the command structure allowing many of their pupils to rise above them in the leadership; even watching as the Deaths Hand tore across Europe with zero concern or care. Set would command his men with honour and pride, within the Sons of Odin and he would always make certain that victory was confirmed. Though this begs to question why he still remains behind the scenes, commanding from within the Brotherhood’s bunkers and not taking true leadership of an agency he surly qualified to command; even the Steel Legion is fearful of moving against Set as many of their generals have been trained by this man and they fully know what he is capable off, Checkmate the legend himself in tactics and battle refuses to even entertain the idea of engaging Set in a direct or indirect conflict and Alexander is in full agreement with this policy; even the King of England has been working on projects he has dubbed the Anti-Set Project encase this one man steps foot within the British Isles. Though unto recently Set would remain within the shadows, pulling the strings and creating an explosive environment; waiting and watching for the correct moment to strike, that moment was on February 2nd 2074 during the liberation of Philadelphia; when he once again donned his Presidents Men suit drew his blades and entered into combat directly and personally against the UCAS forces within the city limits.
This revelation has many fearful, seeing that Set is both a front line combatant and shadow killer; this combined with their youngest and dangerous member the Spartan the Governments of the world have become fearful of the Presidents Men and for damned good reason. Set is beyond a mastermind and tactician and combine his vast knowledge with that of the legends the Director and the Watcher and you have a very small unit of warriors that equal to tens of thousands. Set has proven himself that a simple soldier is nothing more than a speed bump, to him and after the engagement in Judaical Plaza on February 3rd 2074 the Presidents Men once again proved that even DAOD Ronin aren’t even a match for them. The Spartan held her ground against thousands, and within the darkness Set was bringing down Ronin after Ronin with ease, this battle was one of the bloodiest conflicts to be scene within Seattle since the Battler for Independence on December 10th 2073 yet the Presidents Men would stand tall and fight side by side with many the world would call terrorists all to defend the people from the new threat known as Free Bird.
Now I am not saying Set is a good man in any way, he is not; Set is one of the most evil bastards I have ever come across and he is responsible for training some of the most evil masterminds the world has ever seen as well having his dirty little puppet strings within the worlds historical events throughout history for age, though it seems that either Set has gained a conscience or Victor Salazar crossed a line that even Set wouldn’t dare cross; and know we need this man to help fight against the threat that he helped groom and create. Set’s motives are still unclear and only his friend Crash knows fully what directs his friend; and that is a tad scary seeing that Crash is quite unstable, Set has drawn a line in the sand and no stands united once again with his fellow Presidents Men and Sons of Odin on the battlefield against the newly rising threat of Free Bird. I pity any solider that attempts to stand against Set and the Spartan, not to mention the remainder of the Presidents Men. Their signature plasma swords, unknown technology and advanced armour makes these warriors and assassins a true force to be reckoned with and now with Set fully back in action even the government has to fear playing the wrong hand for Set is a warrior that relishes in chaos, and has already sent thousands to their grave in mere minutes; he wields powers that have been lost to ages and seems to even have a minor abilty to manipulate and control the powers over life and death, this is one adept that needed to be reported on and I am the only reporter that wasn’t to scared to at least bring him to the attention of the people. Remember allot of what I am reporting here is speculation and witness reports, nothing is concrete and the only people that can truly verify anything as fact will not say a word about Set. This is one man that is both a curse and blessing, he knows how to defeat the likes of Victor Salazar, but he also knows how to destroy everything we hold dear and when Director Mitchell during the purge told his task force that Set was hands off, not out of alliance, but out of fear this should worry everyone of my readers. This man claims to be a mercenary, but yet he works with the Sons of Odin and Presidents Men and has been even secretly working against the UCAS and playing even the masters themselves for a fool; O’Brian and Jamestown have been clashing for decades, now we know that Set has been manipulating the all mighty chessboard for his own personal gain. The revolution is in full swing, and now we have one of the original players back into the game, keep an eye out for the master of chaos, deception and death known as Set; for only Crash fully understands this man and that again is one fact that has me quaking in my boots.
Page Written By: Charles Wilson <UCAS Times>
Ira Fellows (Socrates)
Membership: D-Day Tribe
Race: Human
Height: 5’7
Weight: 155
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Reporter
Preferred Weapon: ???
Runner Song:
Bio: Well when it comes the news hound known as Socrates one can never question his dedication to the truth, his integrity is never in question and he will always broadcast the facts regardless of who might be upset by the information reaching the people; for he believes strongly that information should be shared with the people of the nation. Normally any reporter connected to specific order can be considered questionable at best, well for Ira this is not the case; he might be part of the D-Day Tribe but thats only do to being the man that would help spread the word of the usurpers and assist the people of Detroit claim their freedom and independence from those that dared to enslave the citizens. He would as well work along side Colonel Gunderson in spreading the word of the cities final hour and help broadcast the signal across all bandwidths, he would be forced to join the D-Day Tribe in order to spare his own life from the nuclear fire and as well align himself with people that could keep this old newshound and his grandchildren safe from the enemies of free speech.
Socrates worked within Detroit and would broadcast twice a day from his home studio seeing that Detroit’s public radio was highly regulated by the usurpers and any negative speech or freethinking was punished with imprisonment or even death if it was considered dangerous to those in power. This would put Socrates at odds with the powers that be numerous times, as he would never censor his speech and he would never report anything but the truth, his integrity and oath was everything to him and he would rather rot in jail than compromise his personal integrity. Well for Socrates he would spend many months within the city jails of Detroit for his illegal and blasphemous speech against the usurpers and would even narrowly escape the gallows twice do to his reporting. The first time he only survived do to the rope slipping and the stay of execution call coming in when it did. Though Socrates might have been willing to sacrifice everything to speak the truth, his family was not willing to stand by and watch as their father, grandfather and husband would be in and out of prison. They feared the Detroit Secret Police that was ruled by the usurpers, and his family would give Socrates an ultimatum either play by the rules or they wanted nothing to do with him. Left with the ultimate decision before him, Socrates would choose truth over his own family and he would move from the family home that he payed for and moved into a seedy basement apartment within Detroit’s combat zone where he would set up his pirate station and work as broadcaster, researcher, reporter and investigator. He would reach out to other broadcasters with a similar code of ethics to further his cause and continue his work, this is how he would become connected to Mr. Boston and the two would become a ‘power couple’ where they would rule the airwaves. One reporting from Boston and the other from the war torn Detroit, it would be Mr. Boston’s popularity that would allow Socrates to reach an audience that would spread coast to coast and further anger the usurpers as they struggled to find the location of Socrates.
This old man is voice of the entire Motor City and his voice is like that of Mr. Boston very alluring and with a perfect pitch, he was able to use this to his advantage when reporting on the events that where unfolding within Detroit and spread the word of warning to the citizens about the dangers that lurked within the halls of the Motor City; for Socrates it was about the news and he didn’t care who he would upset his word needed to be trusted completely and for many citizens of the troubled city Socrates was their only outlet and as he spoke to the listeners they would for one moment feel as if they issues, concerns and worries actually mattered. For Socrates this was all the pay he needed and seeing that he was unable to work for a legitimate station out of fear of imprisonment, he would sacrifice all the comforts of life to make sure he was on the air for the troubled citizens, the voice of Socrates and his many words of wisdom would cause the great divide within Detroit and further the revolution within the Detroit.
He would risk everything to make sure that he stayed on the air and reported only factual news, this is how he would come into contact with the D-Company as they would have the resources he needed to stay on the air and as well the people able to do the hard fact research he would need for his news broadcasts. Socrates and the D-Company would form a bond during the early days of the revolution and it would be members of this tribe that would eventually save his life after his final arrest and conviction. Socrates would be captured by the usurpers in 2065 during one of his illegal broadcasts as he was reporting damning evidence about the plans of the usurpers and UCAS to fully enslave the city with a mind altering and sterilising toxin that would be introduced to the cities watershed, thus turning all the rebelling citizens into loyal mindless drones. Socrates didn’t get to finish his broadcast before the police busted down his doors and while he was on the air he was shackled, arrested and dragged off to the courthouse to stand trial without do process. Though it was because of the UCAS’s impulsive and speedy attack that the D-Company was able to spring into motion to prepare a rescue operation for their friend and comrade, by the time his rescuers had arrived Socrates was already found guilty of treason against the UCAS, bound in ropes and a noose firmly place around his neck. Lucky for Socrates they didn’t long drop him and he was being hung from the courtroom rafters when rescue team busted in the trough the front doors. He was fully bound and hoisted into the air, as the bullets where flying Socrates struggled to breath and his body began to twitch and urine would poor down his leg as he was slowly dying.
The agents of the UCAS that where on scene where no match for the might of the D-Company but by the time they defeated the enemy Socrates had already passed out and was hanging limp from the rafters. It seemed that they were to late and their friend and ally had been executed, it took them a bit longer to cut him down as the ropes where resistant to bullets and only caused Socrates to jerk and swing further. The Colonel quickly ordered his men to stop shooting the ropes as he made his way to where the noose was tied off, quickly slicing it with his sword Socrates feel to the ground being caught by Snake and laying limp in his arms. They quickly removed the noose and hood but Socrates was not breathing and it was obvious to everyone there that he was already dead, though the Medic wold not accept the fact and would begin CPR and continue to work on Socrates for many minutes until his life’s breath returned; though Socrates was not out of the water and would need further medical care and oxygen to fully recover.
The D-Company would return to their base with Socrates and hook him up to the machines to help him restore his strength and hopefully awaken from his coma. They would as well risk everything to retrieve his radio equipment and personal items from his home, before sealing the doors to their base, It would take Socrates many months to recover and he would never fully recover from his ordeal, his once majestic voice was damaged and he would be left with a permanent scare around his neck as a constant reminder that freedom is not free. Though even while he was recovering and his voice was nothing but a whisper he would put the headphones back on and take the microphone once again. As he wanted to let the people now that their voice was still alive and hope that he could restore the morale of the city that had plummeted when they thought Socrates was no more.
The UCAS tried to illegally remove him from expressing his rights and take him permanently off the air, though it wold be do to the D-Company that he would snub his nose at the UCAS and return to his rightful place as the voice of freedom. Even with his damaged vocal cords and the pain it would cause him he would continue to report the news and give his bits of wisdom and historical reference to the people, eventually Socrates signal wold be picked up by other stations throughout the nation and his words, trials and tribulations would be spread coast to coast. During this time is how Socrates would become familiar with radio legend Mr. Boston and the two wold become a true powerhouse of legitimate news as their voices would become the voice of a nation.
Now this would last for many years and even today where Socrates works legally alongside Mr. Boston, though it would be the final days of Detroit that would fully change Socrates life and cause him further distress. By this time he had reconciled with his family and was once again allowed to be a father and now grandfather to his four grandchildren that he had never before meet; and it would be on New Years Eve of 2073 that he would become the only family those children would have, as he would be babysitting for them as their parents left for an evening in the rich section of Detroit once owned by the usurpers and now open to the public. He would have his grandchildren with him as he prepared to read the evening news, his grandson sleeping in his arms as Socrates started his broadcast with his traditional anecdotes and historical reference point. He would receive the disturbing news form the Colonel about the UCAS and there panned nuclear strike. Socrates would immediately pause his planned broadcast and break script as he with a sorrowed voice and a tear running down his check would alert the citizens of Detroit that Armageddon was upon them and the government was preparing to unleash nuclear hellfire upon the city; he would call for an immediate evacuation and end with the Lords Prayer. He would then put his broadcast on repeat and connect it to the emergency broadcast station in hopes to reach those listening to other channels. Socrates would as well emphasise that this was not a drill, a test and it was a true emergency and life or death situation; he than gathered his grandchildren and his only suitcase as he prepared to evacuate with the D-Company. While he was heading for the vessel he tried numerous times to reach his children hoping they had heard the broadcast and all he could do was hope and pray, as he boarded the vessel. He made sure the grandchildren where below deck and he just stared out into the cities limits praying as the vessel would launch and head off into deep waters his phone would ring and as he answered with a spotty signal he could hear his children’s voices all wishing their father a Happy New Year, it was obvious to Socrates that they had failed to hear his reports and before he could get the words out of his mouth he would be knocked to the deck from the shock wave and witness the multiple tiny mushroom clouds in the cities skyline; the phone went dead and as he stared at his open cell phone to a screen of snow he knew that his children where forever gone, innocent souls stolen by the government for no apparent reason.
Socrates would survive that evening and eventually make his way east to the City of Patriots where he would join forces with his close friend Mr. Boston to form a true radio powerhouse, though his heart and soul would remain in Detroit and he would owe a debt that he could never repay to his friends and fellow members of the D-Day Tribe. Socrates swore that faithful night to never forget the ultimate act of evil and to make sure the truth of that night was heard by everyone, he didn’t want it falling into obscurity and allow all those lives to be in vain. His arrival in Boston is recent, but he has already made a name for himself and without fear of reprisal Socrates can report on anything and everything. His radio show is more of a call in talk radio with the occasional song and then the news broadcasts that he does, the pains in his neck and voice still haunt him and it can be heard as he speaks; though his powerful deep voice was not able to be silenced and Socrates fights through the pain to keep the people informed. His credibility has never been questioned and it shouldn’t be in question today, this man was nearly hung once and actually hung another time, he spent over a decade locked up in prison for his newscasts and he was and still is the Voice of Freedom. Socrates is a survivor of one of histories greatest acts of evil perpetrated on the people and he holds all the gathered documents and evidence from within the ruins of Detroit. He might not be a soldier and able to join his brothers of Detroit Company but he still wears his cap proudly and will never forget what they sacrificed to rescue him from deaths cold embrace.
Socrates like Mr. Boston is very old fashioned and traditional, his broadcasts are not about popularity and the only reason we have any pictures of this man is do to the stations website. He is always professionally dressed on and off the air and he is adapting well to life in a civilised city, where he doesn’t need to fight daily for food and clean water as well he is now the only parent to four young children that will never understand why they can not go home and why their parents will never return home. Socrates lived in Detroit for his entire life so don’t think this man has not learned a thing or two about self defence and after all he has been through he will defend his family with his life, he might be living once again in a civilised city but like the soldiers of Vietnam; you can take the man out of the jungle but you cant take the jungle out of the man. This statement lives on with Socrates, he has been permanently physically and mentally scarred by the events within Detroit, but this old broadcaster is one of the nicest people you will ever meet and he is full of grandfatherly advice; just remember this man suffers from serious Post Traumatic Stress Disorder so don’t be insulted if he has an episode, the events are all still to real to him and forever will the screams of Detroit’s final hour live on in his mind and soul.
Page Written By: Jacklyn Harris
Captain Kirk Underwood (Raiden)
Membership: D-Day Tribe
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Weight: 185
Apparent Age: 55
Archetype: Physical Magician: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Katana
Runner Song:
Bio: Well it’s time to talk about another member of this tribe of mercenaries that has crawled out of the ruins of Detroit, Raiden has been spreading lies and deceit about what actually took place within Detroit since his escape from the cleansing fires. This man can not be trusted seeing that he has spent hi entire life fighting against the legal authority within the Motor City as well he has helped fight against the establishment of multiple sanctioned governments throughout the world. Raiden says he is about freedom, liberty an the pursuit of happiness for all, Though he has made a career out of war an for this man without war he would be unemployed, so how can we trust the words of Raiden over the legal authority that would never do anything to harm it’s own people.
He claims that the Motor City was attacked with weapons of mass destruction by the UCAS as way to quell any further rebellions throughout the nation, as Detroit and Seattle where both engaged in a illegal revolution and other cities where starting to follow suit. Though we have no verification of anything he says and his words can not be trusted, Raiden has been a thorn in the UCAS’s side for decades if not longer and has been leading the charge into the cities peaceful and business districts butchering all who stood in his path. Raiden is a murderer and terrorist like all of the D-Day Tribe, they call themselves the Doomsday Tribe an that should say something about there objectives and with their commander being a blood thirsty warlord it only makes sense and I do hope one day they all find their proper places on the gallows and swing for their sins against America.
Detroit was bombed through legal means and the government used the anti bug protocol that has been in place since 2055, seeing that the Motor City has been infested with wasp spirits this was a needed action. The Doomsday tribe has taken this legal action an spun it out of control with their lies an deception, it is more likely that they nuked their own city murdering millions to reinforce their stance and attempt to corrupt the people of the UCAS. Raiden is a monster and this needs to be heard by all, the D-Day Tribe is nothing more than honour less monsters that have allowed their desire for complete control to overtake their better judgement.
Now onto Raiden and his skills and abilities that are known; well for starters this man is a total master of the blade and has butchered countless innocent soldiers in his day. Many of our sons and daughters will never come home after meeting Raiden, this man see’s only the enemy and does not discriminate as all are equal before his sword. I have records of many of his operations throughout Detroit and even as far as Africa where he would supposedly fight for justice but this is not a confirmed fact. Raiden is a true beast and some claim that he is a hero and someone that we need currently to help protect the citizens of the UCAS, well this is a total lie he has been on a warpath since the bombing and has been hunting the same people he is claiming to protect. The most recent reports from the UCAS military show that the D-Day Tribe has fully engaged them and have murdered countless military personal, does this sound like a hero or a terrorist. (we have always been told to respect and honour or military and they are butchering them).
Raiden also is a magician and this man wields the power of storms, wind and lighting he has many gifts that can be considered lost and highly illegal by the terms of the Treaty of Denver. Also when it comes to his prowess Raiden can seem to cast his spells through his weapon focus for an even more destructive affect, finally it seems this man is immune to damage and can not die according to reports filed by the UCAS this man has absorbed damage that normally would vaporise a tank, Raiden shows no fear and just wades into battle leaving no soul unharmed. So please this man is not to be hailed as a hero, he is a code-less terrorist who works for a bunch of blood thirsty monsters, the lies and deception end here Raiden. You are to blame for Detroit and you are whats wrong with the world today and I am looking forward to the day you hang for your sins.
Page Written By: Alex Brown (Concerned UCAS Citizen)
Captain Lewis Brooks MD (Medic)
Membership: D-Day Tribe
Race: Human
Height: 5’6
Weight: 175
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Katana
Runner Song:
Bio: His name is Medic and he has been serving as the chief medical officer and inventor extraordinaire for many a year within the D-Company, he is a close and personal friend of the Colonel and Detroit native born and raised; so to say the Medic is both saddened and angered by the events of December 31st 2073 is an understatement. This man sat helplessly as his entire family, home and everything he held dear was destroyed in an instant, Medic was unable to even rescue his grandchildren as he had to hustle off to the vessel with the rest of his company with no time to reach the suburbs of the city where his loved ones resided in what he had hoped was safety.
The Medic joined up with D-Company when he was a young man just out of medical school and not wishing to serve as a money maker for the insurance companies and big time hospitals as he didn’t subscribe to the theory of medicine being a business and he wanted to set out to change the world. Well for Lewis that meant joining a band of mercenaries and working within their guild helping the wounded, the sick and the infirm and eventually being the man that would tell the Colonel that he needed to cease and desist with his direct combat activities. Though for the Medic this path would also allow him the opportunity to work on his many inventions and experiments that would eventually allow him to create a substance that is now used all over the world as an advanced healing agent. Yes my readers we can thank the Medic for the nano-healers as well the Regenerating Gelatin that turns weeks of surgical healing into mere hours, though the cost is quite expensive but for the military and the criminal world the benefits outweigh the costs.
Though for the Medic this was only part of his responsibility and he would act as the on-sight doctor for many within the tribe and as well for anyone within the under-city that needed affordable medical care, the Medic was a man that took his oath seriously and holds a very serious code of conduct and honour. This man will only engage in combat to defend himself and defend his loved ones, though as we learned his family is gone but for the Medic he has faith that hopefully they survived and he one day will be reunited with them again. The Medic has seen more in his lifetime than anyone should and he has sacrificed and lost everything in the course of history, the only thing this man has left is his dignity, his credibility and his honour and for this Medic will give his life to defend.
Not much is known about the Medic’s life prior to joining D-Company and his direct involvement in the Detroit Revolution, and even his actions during the revolution are clouded since he mostly spent his time within the D-Company’s bunker tending to the sick or his experiments. Though we know that he was directly involved in the rescue operation of his dearest friend Socrates, Lewis and Ira where very close friends and so where their families seeing that Lewis’s daughter married Ira’s son the two men would spend much time together being fathers-in-law. Their political stance, honour and professional nature would blend well and the two would become as thick as thieves, so when his friend was in dire straights the Medic couldn’t be prevented from picking up an assault rifle and joining Colonel, Snake and Caravan on the mission; this is the only time that we know of where the Medic would actually take another human life that wasn’t in direct self defence, and when asked if he wold do it again his only response was “Yes.”
Now we know the Medic survived the hellfire of Detroit’s final hour, and we know that he is currently working within Boston somewhere; though he is also still active within the D-Company so getting direct tabs on his whereabouts and his actions is hard seeing that new information is rolling in daily about Detroit and the survivors. Though what we do know is that he has been working on some very unique medical equipment and as well some new form of radiation pill that can render the subject immune to the ill affects of radiation for a short period of time, he also has been continuing his other projects that have yet to be released and are under lock and key within the D-Companies vaults. That is one place I would’t ever dare to enter, being deep within the tunnels of Detroit itself; so we will have to wait for the next medical advancement from the Medic.
Though from the research I have uncovered it seems that the Grandchildren that were rescued by Socrates where also the Grandchildren of the Medic; I do hope that means he can rest a little easier knowing that some of his family has survived the bombs of New Years Eve. This man is one of honour and dignity and is an old soldier so please show the Medic the respect he deserves, you might not agree with his ideology and the fight against the UCAS; but in his defence the government did drop multiple nuclear bombs onto his home.
Page Written By: Shadow Writer
Colonel Roy Gunderson (Colonel)
Membership: D-Day Tribe
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Weight: 185
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Combat Assault Shotgun
Runner Song:
Bio: Some say this man is the master of war, others say he is the father of conflict and in any case they are correct, the man known as Colonel is simply and architect of war and this man has profited of the suffering of others for generations; for when diplomacy fails their is one man you can count on and that man is Colonel Gunderson. Through the years he has gone through many faces and many personalities but the one thing does stand true is his dedication to his men, and his family; for Gunderson all the money in world is nice but without friends and family you have nothing. The other aspect of this commander is that he actually has integrity and honour, though his honour can be left up to question do to him being an opportunistic profiteer. Well that was the Colonel of old and now we have one that has shed his skin once again and transformed himself into yet another version of the old man he truly is, the Colonel has witnessed the total degradation of the city he called home, the total destruction of his family and the deaths of many of his men during a brutal conflict within the underbelly of Detroit.
For the Colonel blames himself for the deaths of his men as well all the lost souls that perished during the UCAS’s nuclear strike on Detroit, for if he hadn’t persisted in his campaign to free the city from the hold of the usurpers and rallied the people to rise up against the government maybe Detroit would still be standing. Though he also knows that if he hadn’t pursued the conflict and rose the banner of freedom above the city, the innocent lives within Detroit would eventually have succumb to the wills of the usurpers; so this man was caught within a catch 22 situation and he was damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. Colonel Gunderson might consider the events of Detroit a blunder, but in actuality he was triumphant and rose the spirits of an entire city, he saved millions with his quick thinking and has brought the events of that fatal evening to the forefront where the UCAS can’t hide it any longer and must assume responsibility for their unlawful actions.
Gunderson is in my eyes a war hero and a man that needs to be placed in the same category as Winston Churchill, General Patton, and Theodore Roosevelt as a man of action and one that regardless of the odds stood up against an impossible enemy and rose victorious. He forced the UCAS to resort to extremes to defeat him and all that did was inspire an entire generation to rise up and join the fight for freedom. He might not have been able spare Detroit from it’s ultimate fate, but he spared countless other cities from suffering the same fate by bringing the war to the public outside of Detroit, by rescuing the countless lives and allowing the message of the Motor City to be spread from coast to coast.
I know this man has had a coloured past and one that can be questioned for he was nothing more than a merchant of war, bringing forth trained soldiers to the battlefield for a price and supplementing any militants militia for a handful of credits and some twisted favours. Though if it wasn’t for Colonel Gunderson and his privatisation of the mercenary world and his seeking out soldiers with a code of honour and one that they could actually put to paper and not diverge from unless required to by situations outside their control. He might have created a system that would in the long term cause much harm to many, he would as well create a system of checks and balances for those that sell their services within war. He would put together a system that would direct many of the professional mercenary guilds to date and even enter the world of the shadows. It was his vision that we all currently follow and it is this man that we can thank for restoring the honour of the mercenary world.
Colonel Gunderson has never rose above the rank of Colonel within both the military and mercenary world and that was by choice, he knew that as a colonel he could remain somewhat closer to his men and not forced to sit behind a desk hidden away like some prized possession. he could be out their with his men and commanding them directly from the field. Though as the battlefield would change and Gunderson would age he would be forced to accept his status as commander and the need for him to remain safe, as he would receive a near life ending injury that would cause his leg to become partially paralysed and cause Gunderson a great deal of daily torment and pain. Cybernetic replacement was not an option and neither was a clonal limb as the injury was directly correlated to his spine, thus making damned sure he was reminded daily about his war wound and the fragile nature of humanity.
Though for Gunderson not being in the field would be heartbreaking and he would have to command from behind closed doors and a video screen, though that was until his company would return to Detroit to find the city in turmoil and facing destruction from within. For a war torn hero like Gunderson the tides of war had taken there toll and he was a broken man, though being home again was all he needed help with his recovery. Though to find Detroit in a state of anarchy and the city just a shell of itself he was left with a hole in his heart and he knew that he needed to do something to restore order and return the city to it’s former glory. Gunderson gathered his men that would come to be known as the Detroit Company and ask for their assistance in taking on such a monumental task, he wouldn’t force any of his soldiers to work against their wills and he only wanted those that felt the call of duty and the sense of honour. He would be surprised when he wouldn’t loose a single soldier and many being from Detroit would gladly lay their lives down in defence of the city and her people.
Well for Gunderson the conflict was nothing different than the many he would have profited off in his younger days but this was different in one aspect, as this was a fight for his home, a fight for the people and a fight for freedom from the usurpers that have firmly rooted themselves into power and needed the people to suffer under their reign. Gunderson was about to embark on a mission that was bigger than he was and he wold eventually be heralded as the Liberator of Detroit. Though during the initial conflict many thousands of citizens and soldiers would loose their life, and even with their blood weighing on him Gunderson would continue to press the offensive with his fellow soldiers. He would fight day after day alongside hi brothers and sisters in arms and he would grimace through the physical pain that ravaged his body in order to bring freedom to all citizens of Detroit both from within the tribes and within the regular wage slaves of the over city.
Gunderson would be praised by the tribes and their warlords for his military genius and his dedication to the fight, though he would also know that these men would gladly stab him in the back the second they sensed a moment of weakness and with his leg getting worse and the need of a cane in order to walk properly and not crumple over in pain or from the sudden weakness and numbness it was only a matter of time before the other tribal leaders would make their move, the UCAS was on the verge of surrendering and the usurpers frantically trying to remain in control. Gunderson would get wind of a coo that was brewing within the tribes and workings of the usurpers once again reaching down into the underbelly where they didn’t belong. Gunderson would have to make a quick call and one that he would not make easily and that would be to have those that have sworn allegiance to the enemy needed to be removed and on a cold winters evening Gunderson wold gather his remaining Detroit Company now being referred to as the D-Day Tribe; he would approach them with his decision and again he would give them the option to back out. Gunderson was relieved to find out that those that remained within his tribe would gladly back him and agreed with his needed action, for this unit was not known for wet work and it went against any sense of honour they held; but for the D-Day tribe the need to remove these traitors needed to be done and so they would lower their principles and embark into the tunnels to bring down the traitors hoping that their predecessors would be more willing to side with the tribes over the usurpers. Though for Gunderson he would be left with an empty feeling inside knowing he had resorted to dishonourable tactics to take down a common enemy, though his gambit paid off and the new warlords would be more than willing to back stab the usurpers and once again Detroit was untied as one tribe.
Gunderson would be proud to watch as the revolution would be more than successful and the people of the Motor City would eventually feel the caress of democracy, freedom and liberty and it would seem that Detroit would once again rise for the ashes and return to it’s rightful place as a city of America. Though for Gunderson he was still remaining vigilant as to lower ones guard would only welcome defeat, as the city was slowly healing and the spirit of the people restored a dark cloud once again loomed over the city as the UCAS would once again begin to invade, this time he was prepared for them and the people of the city would look to Gunderson for guidance and leadership during this new period of conflict, though something didn’t feel right to him and as his intelligence officer and friend Major Campbell would begin to warn him about odd troop movements and the placing of blockades and barricades on many of the highways and bi-ways out of the city. He would take a gander onto the radar and notice a large movement of military vehicles heading straight towards Detroit, Gunderson’s prior military knowledge would allow him to figure out what those trucks where and exactly what they where hauling. His face went white when it dawned on him that the UCAS was about to launch a nuclear strike on the uprising city to send a very brutal and poignant message to any city that even dared to rise up like Seattle and Detroit.
The Colonel wold do his best to send out the call for evacuation, and the abandon ship order to the tribes as the fires of hell where about to rain down upon them. According to his calculations they would have more time than they actually did and with many of the roads blocked and the city within a panic, he knew the causality rate would be astronomical. He once again called for the evacuation of the city and keeping the emergency broadcast playing on a loop as he and the remainder of his D-Day Tribe would board their vessel in the great lake and set off across the waters towards New York State. All Gunderson could hope for was that many of the citizens had escaped and they had headed his warnings, though for his own family that he had would not be so lucky on that evening as they get separated during the evacuation and only his youngest daughter would remain by her fathers side. His wife and children would fail to follow him to their vessel and return to their home to gather a few more mementos, well for Gunderson was in a panic and for his family wasn’t aboard and there was nothing he could do, he had to give the order to break from the port. He would receive one last phone call from his wife as she was entering there home to gather a few things, telling him that she had forgotten their wedding album and she figured he had the time to return to the ship, he was able to tell her he loved her one last time before the signal was lost and the fires of nuclear warfare erupted in the horizon. Gunderson knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that all but his daughter had been lost and the UCAS was to blame.
For this man the ultimate act of evil that he witnessed wold forever change him and turn this battle hardened warrior into a man that was dedicated and dutiful to a cause that was far bigger than even the fight for Detroit’s independence. He would be a messenger and herald of the events of that day, he would one of a handful that would be able to make a difference in the course of the war against the UCAS and he would vow to seek justice for all the innocent lives lost on that dreadful New Years Eve of 2073. Gunderson would eventually return to the wastelands and ruin that where once the Motor City and through radiation suits and pills he would traverse the scared landscape for the first time, and with a heavy heart he would bare witness to the catastrophic destruction and loss of life. The D-Day tribe would once again set up shop within their beloved home and from deep below the ruins they would put into motion their plan for justice as the city was forever lost and could never be restored as the bombs they dropped on Detroit where far more powerful than anything discharged within Chicago to deal with the bugs, these where actual warheads and not just radiation bombs. Detroit was locked into a nuclear winter and the cities radiation levels where beyond deadly, only magical wards placed by government magicians would keep the fallout from spreading to other nearby cities.
The people of the nation would be lied to by the government as they claimed it was nothing more than a bug situation and they needed to cleanse it before it became a pandemic, though for the survivors and witnesses of the event knew better. They remember seeing the mushroom clouds in the distance and never once with Chicago was a mushroom cloud ever reported. Detroit was punished with not just one but three separate strikes that would turn the entire city into a nuclear wasteland and ruins of it’s once self; the heart of the city was silenced forever on that faithful day in the ultimate act of evil punishing the city and her people for rebelling against the system. Sadly for those that had committed this act it could not be so quickly brushed away, their patsy the Shepherd had escaped his assassination attempt, the quick thinking of Gunderson had saved countless lives and created millions of eyewitnesses that could not be rebutted and the D-Day Tribe would survive the events of that night. They would become the spirits of vengeance and the ghosts of the past hellbent on teaching those in power a valuable lesson of swift justice.
For Gunderson he stands at the top of the chain once again, his men look to him for guidance and his daughter looks to her father for support and protection. He might have been reborn, but he is still broken and mentally tired, he has seen the worst the world can offer and survived to tell the tale and he blames himself for all the souls that perished on that evening feeling as if if could have done more to save them. Gunderson might be internalising the blame and seeing Detroit as his greatest failure, when in actuality he truly is the hero of the day and his name is praised throughout many homes of the UCAS as the survivors only have him to thank. It was his compassion and his dedication that spared so many lives, and allowed for many families to continue on, this is one man that can truly be considered a hero and a man worthy of being idolised and hailed; I want to thank you personally Colonel Gunderson for if it wasn’t for your quick thinking and your emergency broadcast over all stations with the help of Socrates I wouldn’t be alive today and neither would my wife and children have mad it out of Detroit. Thank you again and I salute you as the hero your truly are Colonel Gunderson, I will forever be in your debt and the truth of that evening must be shared with the world.
Page Written By: Survivor of the Nuclear Holocaust within Detroit 12/31/73 NF-NF
Jackson “JD” Dumont (Sabretooth)
Membership: Brotherhood of Mercenaries
Race: Human
Height: 5’11
Weight: 185
Apparent Age: 45
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Crossbow (Modified)
Runner Song:
Bio: His name is Sabretooth and he has been lurking within the shadows for far longer than he appears he should be, for this mercenary has as well been gifted with a form of longevity that stems from his connection to the magical world. Though for Sabretooth he hasn’t always been magical and before he would become the being of nightmares he was once a true patriot and militant preparing to take a stand against the government of the old America during the formation of the New Order. He was one man that had a vision of a restored America and believed strongly in the tenants of the Declaration and Constitution and during the early days of the New Order when America was going through it’s reformation and reconstruction the government would grow out of control and begin to revel it’s ugly head as the founders of the False Flag would become arrogant and expose themselves to the people long before the Great Tragedy of 2018 and the purge that would follow. Well for most of the citizenry they remained blissfully ignorant and continued to stand united with their political affiliation and keeping America divided by politics, well their were few that could see the writing on the wall and knew that something far more nefarious was in the works; keeping the people divided was exactly what they needed to succeed though for those that could see the storm front coming it would be a cold day in hell before they allowed Democracy, Liberty and Freedom to fail and for the tyrants to reap the rewards of an enslaved nation.
Sabretooth would initially join one of the many militia groups forming to rise up against the current establishment, they would begin to stock pile supplies, weapons and train in the tactics of guerilla warfare. Though to Sabretooth’s dismay the militia groups where more bark then bite, as they would rather sit around drink and complain then actually take action against the tyrants; for the groups leaders felt that the threat of rebellion was enough and they could just protest and organise the people instead of actually taking to the streets and striking a blow for Lady Liberty. Well for Sabretooth this was not what he desired and as well, he knew that the only way to defend liberty was to spill the blood of patriots and tyrants for him the Tree of Liberty was long over do for refreshing; the time to act was now and come hell or high water he was going to strike a blow for liberty.
Well his proactive philosophy and is violent nature would conflict with many of the weekend warriors within the militia causing strife and eventual division of the unit where those that cared more about drinking and complaining would break away from those that felt the same as Sabretooth and so would be born the unit known as Liberties Teeth and they would begin their domestic assault on the establishment and striking at the core of the system numerous times. Though for Sabretooth, his unit was to small and they where mostly alone in the fight seeing that many of the people angry enough to take up arms where more talk then anything else, this would cause his rebellion to fail; though not before they would attract the attention of the most dangerous agency within the government the Presidents Men would be dispatched to make short work of Liberties Teeth. For those within the New Order this meant a quick solution to a dangerous situation, though what they didn’t plan on was the resolve and skill of the founder himself Sabretooth would prove to be a complicated man and one that was just as skilled as any of the hunters from the government. His distrustful nature, his decades of training and living off the grid would make for a difficult rat to trap; many of the hunters would return failing to capture the leader. Sabretooth knew that he was eventually going to fall, seeing that many of his order where being brought down by these government assassins and it would only be a matter of time before they outnumbered and cornered him.
Though Sabretooth was not going to go down without a fight and this hunter would give up his direct assault on the system to prepare himself for the best of the best that desired him dead. Well little did he know that during this time, the Presidents Men where beginning to question their orders and where about to initiate the Grand Assembly. Though for Sabretooth this would mean that he would be given a chance to breath, though not before he would come into contact with Hakett and McKinley of the Presidents Men and find himself flanked and trapped like a rat from two of the best in the business. Sabretooth figured he was done for and wasn’t going to go down without a fight, he was fully prepared to spill blood on that fateful night when he was taken off guard when the hunters reached out to him attempting to speak with Sabretooth, they lowered their weapons and called for a truce with the patriotic man. Now what was discussed is unknown but one can assume that they formed a kinship and alliance, seeing that Sabretooth would end up travelling with the Hobgoblin and receive personal weapons and combat training from McKinley.
They alerted him that he was no longer on their hit list, but still to lay low until the time was right. Sabretooth agreed to these terms and the trio would go their separate ways. Though no one was prepared for the betrayal of Mitchell and his plans to join the New Order, during the Grand Assembly was when he learned of the alliance with the infamous Sabretooth and Mitchell knew that he needed to make damned sure that hunter was buried six feet under before he continued with his plan to bring down the Presidents Men. Well officially according to Mitchell’s documents, Sabretooth was killed long before the Grand Assembly though we now know that this was falsified and Mitchell wouldn’t make his first failed assassination attempt on the infamous hunter and patriot.
Before Mitchell would head off to the secluded fortress of the New Order to alert them of Order #1776 being declared he would reach out to Sabretooth and offer him further assistance and would ask to meet him at a local watering hole to discuss further business. Well for only the second time in Sabretooth’s life he would trust an agent of the government, seeing that he had an accord with McKinley and Hakett and Mitchell was part of the same order he would have no reason to not trust this man. Well when he arrived at the bar, he would be meet by just Mitchell and find the entire bar vacant of patrons and staff; initially Sabretooth felt suspicious of the suit that stood before him but he just figured that this was how they operated and it was business as normal. Well it was anything but normal as Sabretooth took the seat next to Mitchell and began to great the man, Mitchell offered him a drink and smoke and as Sabretooth removed his lighter he took his eyes of Mitchell for just a second or two, though it was long enough for the trained assassin to draw his pistol and pull the trigger putting a round directly into the side of Sabretooth’s head and seemingly killing him on the spot.
Well Mitchell then took the limp body of Sabretooth out behind the bar and buried him within a shallow grave and walked away into the night as if nothing had happened. According to all official records Sabretooth was dead and buried and Mitchell would close the case forgetting about this man as he would commence his plans to join the New Order and bring down the Presidents Men. Well for Sabretooth the universe was not done with him and death would not be brought on that easily as his magical spark would ignite and his body would begin to regenerate the wound and like many of his allies would do many years later Sabretooth would crawl out of the grave wounded, angry and betrayed. This anger would burn for many years as he would retake to the hunt to bring down his attacker as well seeking out his supposed friends and allies McKinley and Hakett to get some very needed answers to why Mitchell one of theirs would try to assassinate him. Well for Sabretooth finding his allies would be harder than he thought as they where as well being hunted by Mitchell and members of the Freedom Task Force, eventually he would reconnect with his friends and during a very tense reunion they three men would discuss the events that had recently transpired. Sabretooth would not be fully content with there lack of knowledge as to why Mitchell tried to assassinate him, but their expressions and body language would prove that they where being honest and that would be enough for the Sabretooth to swallow. McKinley would stick with Sabretooth for a few more years to continue his training and watch his back while Hakett would slip back into the shadows and continue his hunting of the devils of the New Order.
Sabretooth over the years would receive training from both Hakett and McKinley and eventually become the shadow that would travel alongside the Hobgoblin. He would make it a personal goal to remove Director Mitchell from the planet and as well make damned sure any of his personal agents where properly dealt with, for Sabretooth it had grown from being about the restoration of America and the revolution to a quest of revenge. He had been wronged by Mitchell and he was going to get even with that bastard anyway he could, though for Sabretooth like the rest of the former Presidents Men this one target would prove to be far more difficult then any other target he would ever hunt. Director Mitchell seemed to be blessed by lady luck and managed to always evade any direct attempt onto his life, including when he was tracked to a small Pennsylvania town seemingly unaware of their presence the rat slipped the cage and would once again vanish into the wind.
Though for Sabretooth he is nothing but patient and will keep tracking down his sworn enemy and anyone that is connected to him, if he can’t spill Mitchell’s blood he will surly spill the blood of those he cares for and works with. This has lead him a number of times to come into contact with Agent White and even though this special agent no longer worked for Mitchell any longer, just the fact that he did was all Sabretooth needed to attempt to bring down this government agent. Well it seems that just like Mitchell the fates are shining down on White and he was able to slip away just before being struck down or survive what should have been a fatal blow from the Sabretooth. Outside of the records from Director Mitchell and Agent White, there is actually little known about the Sabretooth and since he has been travelling with the Hobgoblin for many decades now one can only assume that he has been indoctrinated into the new order of the Presidents Men, also this brings to the assumption that Sabretooth is as well within the Brotherhood of Mercenaries seeing that the two men are rarely if ever alone.
Just like the Hobgoblin their are no actually public records of Sabretooth within the Brotherhood, though this doesn’t mean that he is not a card carrying member. He is mentioned a few times within the same articles of “Meet the Mercenaries” that Hobgoblin is mentioned in so draw your own conclusions here. Also another disturbing factor that leads us to believe that it was more than just fate that drew Sabretooth and Hobgoblin together is that JD Dumont is the only child of the Post Office agent Cotton Dumont and we now know that the Architects are a special order inside the Post Office as well the Architects are the remaining members of the Presidents Men as well as their new recruits. It seems that Mitchell might have had more then one reason to bring down Sabretooth seeing that Cotton aka the Sheriff is as well on Mitchell’s black list and has narrowly avoided being killed by both Mitchell and his Freedom Task Force in the past.
One can assume that Sabretooth is still on the hunt and is a true master of that crossbow he slings, this man is the only individual to wield a multi-fire crossbow system of unknown origin. It is assumed to be manufactured by Dark Arms, though it fires explosive plasma bolts in rapid succession. Though don’t be fooled this hunter is quite skilled in many forms of warfare and any weapon in his hands is extremely lethal, you can bet your bottom dollar that he has some sort of specialised melee weapon that will make for an nearly impossible wound to survive and drive those in the medical profession insane. Sabretooth might not be officially on the roster of either the Post Office or the Architects but all signs point to him being a member of these agencies as well, for Sabretooth is a total wildcard when it comes to his tactics, his skills and his motivations other then the hunting of Director Mitchell. So don’t take him for granted in anyway, he is far older then he appears, he has been in operation for many decades and has been personally trained by the Hobgoblin and Revenant so consider this to be a warning; Sabretooth is far more dangerous then he lets on and besides the assault in Pennsylvania there are no actual physical records of his actions and killings. Best to always assume the worst when it comes to the Sabretooth and always consider the element of surprise seeing that the Hobgoblin is always beside his friend; it’s not the hunter you can see that you worry about it’s the one you can’t.
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