Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Weight: 145
Apparent Age: 30
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle 25
Preferred Weapon: Katana
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Bio:
Erza Ferrara (Reboot)
Membership: Devils Rejects/Brotherhood of Mercenaries (Sons of Odin Division)
Race: Human
Height: 5’5
Weight: 140
Apparent Age: 70+
Archetype: Cybered Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown (Seriously Don’t Engage……Suicide is less painful than engaging Reboot!)
Preferred Weapon: DOAD Assault Crossbow (Highly Modified)
Runner Song
Bio: The man known as Reboot has just re-emerged back on the streets from a very long retirement, this man has gladly thrown his hat into the ring and has openly chosen his side in the war for freedom. Reboot has sided with the city and the freedom fighters and these rebels couldn’t be happier than to have this man on their side. Reboot has been a soldier from his humble beginnings and has climbed his way up through both the US Marine Corps and after retiring a highly decorated General he wasn’t done fighting. Reboot decided that as long as he is breathing he would never allow the UCAS and the False Flag to get away with the traitorous actions they where engaged in against the American People. He proudly walked into the world of the mercenary and was welcomed with open arms into the Brotherhood of Mercenaries and this is where he resided and still serves proudly today.
Reboot was born in Sicily and is the younger brother of the fabled runner and assassin known as Crash, these brothers were a thick as thieves growing up and got themselves into a world of trouble within Sicily and Italy to the point that the local authorities just washed their hands of the Ferrara brothers calling them lost causes and they will just get themselves killed by one of the many enemies these troubled youths had already amassed. Well not only did the brothers survive they managed to excel and become some of the most dangerous in their fields, well Crash drifted off to England and got involved with the Cannon’s and joined the British intelligence forces and Reboot journeyed over to America to have a clean start at a new life. He ended up joining the military as a quick way to gain citizenship and employment, well little did he know that not only would he be a great asset to the military he would excel and adapt perfectly to the life of a soldier. Once the troubled brothers split they wouldn’t see each other again until Reboot would join the Brotherhood of Mercenaries under the recommendation of his elder brother.
During his time in the states Reboot would fully adapt to the American way of life and would become one of the best soldiers that the Marines ever saw. He came to them already combat trained and extremely street smart, the only problem the Corps had with Reboot was that he couldn’t be brainwashed and turned into just another drone and this would end up being a serious issue for the False Flag as he was well aware of the antics they where pulling and as an immigrant he was far more versed in the American Constitution then most of his commanders and as he would continue his education this problem would only grow a Reboot would become even more well versed in American History and as he was climbing through the ranks his discontent with the way things where going grew. Though this mercenary knew better then to ever open his mouth, he saw what would happen to anyone who questioned the status qua and he wasn’t going to allow himself to become a victim.
He knew that the only way to fight the problem was from the inside and this meant he would have to play nice and make the idiots in the False Flag believe he was a team player. Though for Reboot this was nothing more then the greatest scam he would ever pull and do to his actions countless citizens where saved, the illegal prisons exposed and key players inside the government would begin to vanish. Reboot was never suspected of wrongdoing and the more headaches he would cause the UCAS the quicker they promoted him. Thus allowing him to continue his personal mission, he would send coded and cryptic messages to the various paramilitary groups that would include prison locations, troop movements, and hidden base locations he knew that if he was ever caught he would be executed as a traitor but this was a risk Reboot was willing to take. If it wasn’t for the workings of this single officer the second Civil War would have been won by the UCAS and not the Confederates, he redirected troops straight into rebel ambushes, he would send the Confederate Generals sensitive documents and tactical maps of their operations so the rebels could properly prepare well in advance. When the heat would be getting to close to Reboot, he would throw a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter to appease the bloodthirsty wolves in the Pentagon.
This man has had his hands in many of the failed engagements that would cause the UCAS to loose engagement after engagement and every time he would emerge clean and with his sacrifices swinging from the gallows he knew that his hands where clean and he could continue to be a thorn in the side of the enemy. Reboot was the enemy within and they never knew that it was all the workings of a Sicilian mastermind that was slowly bringing down the False Flag from within their Ivory Tower. Do to his unique skill set, he was able to infiltrate the computer banks and as well slip in and out of the Pentagon unnoticed. This would allow him to steal classified documents and as well plant evidence on his next patsy, this would cause the False Flag to fail in some manner and allow the rebels and freedom fighters to gain further footholds setting the flag back further in their ultimate plan of domination. This would anger the servants and agents of the False Flag and cause them to react without thinking, they would be out for blood and whoever Reboot framed would be swiftly executed and never see the inside of a courtroom, this was when he started planting evidence on some of the top military commanders and servants of the Flag. Knowing that when the smoke cleared it would be one of their own swinging from the hangman’s noose, or tied to the executioners pole.
You may ask well if Reboot was so successful why hasn’t the war already been won and why are we still fighting against the False Flag today. Well my readers the answer is a simple one, he is just one man and in order to keep himself of the radar he couldn’t go full bore and he needed to move slowly, precisely and well planed. He needed to use surgical precision to be successful and not raise to much attention, this man is a true master saboteur and with his multiple degrees, his life long military career and his criminal origins Reboot was well prepared for the direction he choose to go. He just couldn’t be sloppy and he needed to take his time to keep his neck out of the noose.
Well eventually even the best will learn that they can no longer keep up the same antics without blowing there cover and even Reboot knew that he could no longer keep causing havoc without getting caught, the technology was advancing, the new guard of the False Flag was not as bloodthirsty and actually thought things through logically and suspicion was growing that the problem kept emerging even after these traitors would be executed. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would be found out as the saboteur and his life on this planet would be forever forfeit. This is when Reboot would retire from the service at the rank of Major General and he would walk away from the enemy that he served for a vast portion of his life, and walk directly into the Brotherhood of Mercenaries. Though Reboot would have the last laugh and I will not spoil the surprise and tell you what he actually did when he left the Marine Corps.
During his time with the Brotherhood Reboot would reunite with his brother Crash and the two men would once again go back into action against the enemy of the Flag and as well the European Legion. This would send these men all over the world fighting in small conflicts and taking on known militant leaders, well Crash adapted his own version of swift justice and his code is very twisted. Where on the other side of the coin the balancing factor being Reboot who had a more sensible code and understands you need to break a few eggs to make an omelet. Though he doesn’t agree with the wholesale slaughter of innocent civilians and none military targets. This yin yang aspect between the two keeps them in harmony and allows them to be even more successful in their actions against the enemy.
Now when it comes to Reboot and his skills and his capabilities this man is a true beast, he has been trained by his brother, and the military so this means that he is a true terror to behold on the battlefield. Reboot is just as skilled with any weapon he has in hands, though he prefers the crossbow like his brother, do to it’s armour piercing qualities and silent nature. Though don’t ever think he is not as dangerous with a firearm, melee weapon or his bare hands, also keep in mind Crash is his older brother and is far superior of a combatant then Reboot but we don’t have a scale to place Reboot on so this should be a warning don’t ever engage Reboot in battle for it will only end one way.
Well back to this man and his antics within the Brotherhood, he has been personally on the hunt for the greatest of all threats to the freedom fighters a man simply known as Legion and after the too men had their first encounter and Legion was sent fleeing from the battle with a crossbow bolt buried deep into his side. Witness state that Legion was flickering like a neon light prior to burning out after being hit by the bolt, whatever toxin Reboot used must have had some odd effects of Legions magical abilities thats all I can relate that too. Well do to the increased mercenary presence inside Seattle do to the war, it’s not hard to believe that Reboot has been dispatched to the Emerald City to help defend it’s citizens from the tyranny. The only thing is his brother is here and this could be both good and bad since they balance each other out, but together they are even stronger so for the False Flag this is bad, for Seattle this is good.
If you see Reboot inside the city don’t panic, don’t call SPD and don’t try to apprehend him for he is fighting to protect you from enslavement and eradication from the tyranny of the current regime of the UCAS. This man has sacrificed everything to keep the people of this nation safe, the only family he has left is his brother Crash, he was never married, never sired children and focused his life into defending Lady Liberty. I couldn’t think of another man that has more patriotism coursing through his blood then Reboot and America is nothing more than an adoptive nation for him. I feel more people could learn a thing or two about national pride, from Reboot and if more citizens actually rose up in defiance these freedom fighters would not feel as if they are alone in this war and they are not dying in vain.
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Asmar Hilmarsson (Iceberg)
Membership: Freelance/Euro Runner
Race: Human
Height: 6’2
Weight: 210
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Cybered Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD War Axe
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Bio: Iceberg is just like his brother Blizzard, he was given a sacred duty to defend the sacred sites in Iceland from the betrayers of the Gods. This duty was stolen from them as their order was brought to near extinction at the hands of European Legion. The brothers fought long and hard against an enemy that would not stop coming, they waded through a sea of blood and bodies holding the enemy at bay for days as their axes and swords drank gallons of Christian blood. Though as the brothers defended the entrance to the last of their sacred sites, the enemy kept coming and never relenting till the brothers where fighting while standing on a pile of fallen bodies. Covered in blood, sweat and gore these Viking warriors kept fighting ignoring the wounds that pierced their bodies they could feel the blessings from the Gods as they slaughtered wave after wave of the Legion.
Though eventually they would be forced to retreat as the numbers would grow and the brothers knew that as the last of their sacred order they would have to restore the order or it would become extinct as they fall in battle and join their brothers in the golden halls of Asgard. Blizzard and Iceberg called upon their ancient gifts granted to them by the All Father and would cause the ground to shake violently as the magma from the earth below would rise up and consume all who stood in its wake. Thunder would rumble across the landscape as Thor would send a crackle of lightning down from the heavens to cause the caves entrance to crumble and collapse in its wake. They would seal the piles of stone and volcanic rock with the blood of the Gods and escape with their lives and live to fight another day.
This is how the brothers two managed to come to America, they rode across the sea on the Dragons back as exiles from their home and never to again set foot on the shores of Iceland. Iceberg like his brother shed the Viking image to be able to blend into the new world they would be forced to call home. These immigrants from the land of ice and snow initially where treated like the outsiders they where, they might have shed the long hair, beards and leathers but they where still violent and aggressive and didn’t understand how to acclimate to living in a land where fighting and killing where not a way of life. They had spent every day of their very long lives fighting against the enemies of Odin and Asgard and here they were strangers in a strange land. Unaccepted and Unwelcome as their enemies would follow them to the new land and engage them here, this time the brothers where at a disadvantage in Iceland they knew who the enemy was. Here the enemy looked like everybody else and they would have to engage a force that was using tactics these ancient warriors where unfamiliar with.
Though for the duo they where fine with continuing to fight, as it was the only thing they knew and spilling blood was very pleasing for Iceberg and he could care less who felt the sting of his axe as long as it drank blood. Though as the years went by they would learn about the unholy alliance and understand that they could keep fighting against a common enemy here on the soil their forefathers had once discovered. They could help defend a civilization that was alien to them and fight to bring down another tyrannical king till the day the Gods called them back to Iceland. Iceberg like his brother knows that they must restore the order and restore the heritage of their pillaged country and make the Christian conquerors drown in rivers of their own blood though till that day they will stand side by side engaging the enemy here in the states.
Once the Deaths Hand conquered the Northern Lands and removed the Legion from their soil, the Brothers thought it would be time to return home, but Iceberg knew different Frost was not the man to free there home and he would be the man to continue to pillage there home. He told his brother to wait till they hear the horn from the White God Heimdall signalling the beginning of ragnarok, this would be when they could return home. As Frost serves Alexander and the Deaths Hand is just another extension of the Christian genocide machine. They will have to just fight as the Gods command and bring down the serpent where ever it stands, this is where the brothers disagree yes both distrust Frost and his overall intentions. But Blizzard feels he will restore the ancient ways and eventually bring honour back to Iceland, where Iceberg feels that his no different then Loki in trying to confuse and trick the people of the North Lands that he stands with them and in actuality he is the bringer of the end and will unleash Surtur onto the world.
Well they will both have to wait and see what’s to come of their beloved Iceland under the control and rule of Frost and the Deaths Hand, they will have to stand vigilant in their guard once again against an imposable foe, and they will once again be wadding through rivers of blood as the war rages on from sea to shining sea and the fields of gold are stained with blood. These Vikings might not be in their homeland, but they are here and they are both the bringers of death and their is nothing that the enemy forces can do to protect themselves against these warriors blessed by the Gods and that have no fear of death, when in fact they welcome and embrace it.
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Baldur Hilmarsson (Blizzard)
Membership: Freelance/Euro Runner
Race: Human
Height: 6’0
Weight: 200
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Combat Sword
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Bio: This man known as Blizzard may appear to be a jovial character, but when in reality he is one of the most fierce warriors to ever emerge out of Iceland. Through the years Blizzard has allowed his rough exterior to melt a bit, and what emerged was the professional business man or I should say mercenary that we know today. Blizzard proves that it’s not your appearance that dictates who you are and never judge a book by it’s cover, he is still all Viking just in a business suit. For this warrior was forced out of his home, and from his sacred duty, during the inception of the European Legion and the complete eradication of his ancient order. Blizzard survived along side his brother Iceberg, these men fought long and hard back to back against an unrelenting enemy force, eventually this great warrior was forced to retreat and his anger and rage has been burning ever since.
Blizzard was forced to flee his homeland along with his brother abandoning their sacred duty and watching as their country was being raped by the Legion and all of their beloved heritage, history and culture was being pillaged once again. Blizzard vowed revenge and swore to bring down the Legion piece by piece and restore his country to it’s former glory. The only problem is that Blizzard and his brother have been banished from Iceland and they have been dragged into yet another war. This war is being waged here in the UCAS and the Viking Brothers have refocused and taken their anger out on the False Flag. Though one day they will return to Iceland and engage the enemy their, this has turned into a slight problem for the brothers two. Their country once again has been pillaged by a force that has proven to be an immovable object, the Deaths Hand has seized control of their beloved Iceland.
Blizzard has to now face the fact that his land may be forever lost, yes under Frost he has brought back the history and culture. He has brought the dragons back to the sea and has restored the Viking culture. This is just a façade and Blizzard knows that Frost has no intentions of ever allowing Iceland to be truly free and allowing her people to ever truly worship the old Gods as they see fit. He is nothing more then a tyrannical king with a court of Jarls that all swear loyalties to Alexander and his Christian conquest. These men are willing to die in battle, but they also know they are the last of their sacred order and until they can return to the land of Fire and Ice and restore the order they will have to remain in exile till the day comes they can strike out against those that have enslaved and raped their country, their culture and their people.
Blizzard is a fierce warrior trained in the ancient combat arts of his forefathers and claims to share the blood of the Gods, this man has proven that he is a brutal warrior that never accepts surrender and doesn’t understand the meaning of yield. He is more then willing to go to any extreme needed to bring down anyone who is standing in his way and he will wade through a sea of blood and gore if needed. This man has sworn a oath to bring down the betrayers of his people and his land, and as he learns more about what’s going on and the unholy alliance between the Legion, False Flag and the Natives he grows even more weary about the fate of his people. Blizzard fights alongside his Brother an these men are always together and if you engage one well you are engaging both of them and these warriors seem to be blessed by the Gods. There prowess in battle is unmatched and they stood back to back for days holding back the initial waves of the European Legion. Only being forced away from their post as the numbers game became over whelming even for these old Vikings.
Blizzard might hate the Deaths Hand and wish to see Frosts and Alexander’s head impaled on a pike, though he does understand these snakes are fighting against the Legion inside Europe and abroad. This has Blizzard and his brother Iceberg torn, in order to free Iceland they will have to engage the Death Hand. Though on the other hand this will once again leave them open to butchering from the Legion, Blizzard can only hope that Frost is not just a pawn of Alexander and is actually standing true to his claims of keeping the Northern Lands free of the Christian conquest and keeping their sacred sites pure. This the brothers are keeping a close eye on, through their contacts and allies that still remain in Iceland, the Gods entrusted the brothers with a sacred duty and granted them gifts beyond those any human could ever dream. They will one day return home and return to defend the land of Ice and Snow, but till that day Blizzard will continue to fight the new enemy here in the UCAS and with sword in his hand he will fight till his last dying breath.
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Parish Ansel (Woodsman)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 6’0
Weight: 200
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Street Samurai
Preferred Weapon: Combat Axe
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Bio: The Woodsman is one of the meanest old bastards to rule the streets during the dark days of the late 2040’s. His exact reign is hard to pin down as stories of this man have been herald through the ages. The Woodsman is a street samurai and this man hunted not within the urban sprawl but within the rural outer regions of Seattle. He is a highly skilled tracker, hunter and man of the wild this killer is the bane of the natives, and those that he considers prey. This man is a shadow operator that would mostly take jobs that allowed him to work in his chosen territory, he would hijack convoys, raid native camps, assault military operations and just stalk the wilds as the ultimate predator. Legend even says the Woodsman has been able to even speak with the creatures of the land, and he wrestled with a Dire Kodiak and bested the beast asserting his dominance over the great beast.
This man moves like the wind across the wooded landscape, and lurks within the shadows as the ultimate judge of mankind, he hunts the ultimate pray and doesn’t seem to ever leave a trace of his existence. The Woodsman might not be at home within the urban sprawl, but this hunter does travel into Seattle from time to time. When the Woodsman does enter the city, it’s normally for work, to find supplies he can’t procurer in the wild and occasionally unwind in a local tavern. This man otherwise can be found lurking around wooded outer regions of Seattle and occasionally in the wastes. Legend says that after the capture and execution of Blaine, the Woodsman has taken it on himself to lead the raider camps and keep a watchful eye over the traveller’s through his regions. Though this is nothing more than speculation, the actually travels of the Woodsman are unknown and so are his motives.
This man is a killer, unlike Blaine who would try to spare life, the Woodsman will not thin twice about ending life. This man kills in a very gruesome manner using his beloved a to dismember his opponents and leave them to die from blood loss. He will then skin and gut the victim like one would a deer and leaves their body strung to a tree as a greasily warning to any who dare enter his territory. This man has been known to send the severed heads of his victims back to their families as a warning, the wilds do not welcome you nor do they forgive. This man even uses old fashioned bear traps, dead fall traps and snare traps to capture his prey, and once he has you in his trap the real torture will begin. The Woodsman doesn’t have a humane bone left in his body, though some say he has heard the whisperers in the wind and is working as a guardian for the New Breed though this is hard to believe after hearing the tales of this hunter.
So when if there weren’t already enough reasons to avoid the wilds, between natives, raiders, and paranormal creatures the Woodsman is the final piece of the puzzle to just avoid these regions. Though if you are looking for a master of this region to guide a group safely and you can find him maybe you can hire the Woodsman. Though remember this man is very primal and he doesn’t take kindly to many city folk encroaching on his territory and will defend the woodlands with all his might. The Woodsman is a master in the martial combat arts, anything that he is holding is lethal, he is a master of the firearm and his skills with a bow are only matched by the likes of Orion, Arrow and Panama. So be very cautious when dealing with this man, he is very distrustful and boarder line paranoid. He also might have a very large Kodiak bear that he has trained and will protect the Woodsman at any cost, so do yourself a favour this is one man where it is safer to believe the legends and tales as factual, this could very well save your life one day.
Another legend that comes from a local native trader named Running Waters “It is said that a beast man lurks the dark, he wears the skin of the white man and moves like a machine. He has the heart of the cougar, and the cunning of a fox he lurks the dark looking for the corrupter’s of the Mother to bring to their final end. This beast man, is the wheel and he brings man back into the flow of life.” Also from the same trader, “I have seen the beast in the night, his eyes glowed with fire, his warm breath rose a steam as he cloaked himself in shadow and watched me as I traversed the trail. I could see the other beasts in the night watching me, I heard the snarls of the bear and growls of the wolf as I walked passed the beast with fear flowing through me showing him and the land the utmost respect. I heard the growls of a cougar from behind me as I walked with my weirs down the darkened trail. I knew I was being followed and I could feel the burning eyes of the Beast man and his pets gazing upon me until I cleared those woods.” Some might not believe the Woodsman to be real, but after that night I will never again travel that route again. He is very much real and he is very much in control of the creatures that lurk in those woods. He is an apex predator and I but a simple man, never have I been that scared for my life, I was almost something’s dinner.
When Running Waters was recalling the tale and his encounter with the Woodsman, he was visibly shaken and had actually turned a few shades lighter during the telling of this story. He also tells many others of his tribe have had similar tails to tell, involving the Woodsman, though he was the bravest to actually come forward to be interviewed for this article. The Woodsman my readers is very much real, his abilities are unknown to most, though he is someone that needs to be watched out for. He needs to be respected and his land needs to be respected, this man will not think twice about killing and it seems that even a chance encounter is not so random as he does have some sort of connection to the animals and paranormal beasts of the Seattle wilds. My readers you have been warned, the beast man does lurk the wilds, and he will either grant you permission to travel through his land, or he will deny you travels and bring you back into the natural wheel.
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Milton Wooden (Constable)
Membership: Freelance/Euro Runner
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 55
Archetype: Mercenary
Preferred Weapon: Ruger Thunderbolt
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Bio: This man just came on the radar a few years ago and unlike the other European runners he stayed in the direct view of the public. The Constable is a very serious man and he holds very true core values, to him the law is the law and those that break the law need to be punished. He is as well a pure nationalist and holds strong ties to England and the Crown, so you could imagine his disdain when he learned of the corruption in Parliament, within the Military and even within the very own police force where he served. The Constable was outraged and dully so, he learned that he was actually helping the people who would come to assault his country, kill his countrymen and attempt to usurp the throne of England. This would led the Constable on a collision course with the one man even he never wanted to encounter. The dreaded pirate known as the Governor, the Constable knew that he would eventually have to tangle with the Governor.
The Constable hated the Governor for his entire worth, to him this man was the scum of the earth, and needed to hang for everything he had done to England over the years. But this was on encounter that he would have to choke back his hatred and actually attempt to contact this man and swallow hard in an attempt to save his beloved England from the likes of the Deaths Hand. For the Constable this would be the day he would live to regret for the rest of his days, The Constable made that call and would sit down at a local pub and meet with the Governor, to discuss the fate of his beloved England. Well the events of that day are known to only the Constable and the Governor, but whatever those two men discussed has sent the Constable running from England. Sent this man of the law on a one way trip to the UCAS and not in a very good mood,
This man once served proudly as a member of the London Police force after a stint in the Royal Army. He is not known for cowardice, just the opposite as he has won many medals for bravery and he is a highly decorated officer. Though whatever the Governor told him caused this man to pack up his bags, stick his tail between his legs and come to the UCAS. The Constable is a very blatant man here in the States, as he still wears his London Police Uniform and still hunts the lawbreakers here in the states. He acts as a vigilante, but this man follows more laws then most vigilantes as he still feels he is a sworn officer of the law, even though he has zero jurisdiction in the UCAS. Again though what must be going through his mind to have ran away from the country he loved so dear, what did the Governor do to this man, what did the Governor tell this man this we might never know.
What we are left with is a British police officer that is now working the streets as a man of the law, doing what even Seattle Police Department dare not do. The Constable has chosen the take his new job as seriously as he did his prior, this man exudes the law, order and old world values and traditions. The Constable has decided that even some runners need to face the long arm of the law and stand trial for their crimes, he feels that no one is above the law and this means that even though he is acting as a vigilante and this makes him a blatant hypocrite. He still considers himself a sworn officer of the law and hence forth as long as he does things by the book he is fine. Well for the Constable he is in for a rude awaking here in Seattle, the citizens of this fair city are not like those of England and the criminals are all armed and are more then willing to put a bullet into a officer of the law, his uniform might be odd, but he still wears a badge and that means target practice.
The runners in the states are not like the European runners, they don’t give a damn about making a scene and shooting up a street to get their target and also he has the gangs to worry about as well. This Brit has stepped foot here in the UCAS at what could possibly be the worst time in history for a man like him and he will receive a crash course in the shadowy world of Seattle. The Constable skills are unknown but according to reports he has already brought down some new breed runners and hand delivered them to the Seattle Police. He has also taken it on himself to patrol various sections of the Bowery, and has been scene speaking with UCAS federal authorities. Though it is unknown if he has sided with them or the city at this point. Also the Constable had a very bad encounter with one of the cities vigilantes that the Constable tried to arrest for murder and aggravated assault. He ran into the runner known as Spider and according to Spider when he encountered the Constable he offered the man some advice and guidance to the politics of the streets, the Constable tried to detain and arrest Spider for his crimes. Needless to say, Spider didn’t take kindly to this and left the Constable a very broken man before contacting the local gang the Guardians to pick up the pieces of this man.
The Constable has allot to learn and it might be in his best interests to stop the Scotland Yard crud and join up with the Seattle Police Department, manly for his own protection. This man is clueless as to how things roll in the states and his high and mighty I am the Law attitude will only be tolerated for so long before he tries to arrest the wrong person and the Constable ends up six feet under. Spider was nice and sent him a message, the next one might not be so nice and with the maniacs that are running loose in Settle the Constable has very good odds of running into one of them.
I would hate to see a good man end up in the grave, do to his personal beliefs and code of honour. This man was sent fleeing from his home do to the Governor and the Deaths Hand, he is a stranger in a strange land. This is a call out to any honourable runners and vigilantes out there please guide this man to the one place he can find like minded individuals. Guide him to the Seattle Police Department before he becomes another statistic or pawn of the False Flag.
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Bernard Cummings (Forsaken)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’9
Weight: 165
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown (Never Registered)
Preferred Weapon: Long Sword
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Bio: The Forsaken well this man is more then meets the eye, he has been almost all but forgotten like his handle states. Lucky for us all the Forsaken has been completely written out of history, and I have had to pay my researchers plenty of overtime pay just to gather the information needed for this article. The Forsaken has been in operation since 2020 and according to my data he has never stopped working just changed scenery, this runner has been in every major city all across North America at some point and even has has worked over in Europe for a handful of years. This man managed to keep his legacy somewhat unknown and was able to slide under the radar like the euro runners. This is an impressive feet for a runner that has spent a vast majority of his career running the American shadows. So where to start when it comes to the Forsaken, for this man is a mixture of myth and fact, legend and reality and sometimes the the truth is stranger than fiction when it comes to the man known as the Forsaken.
It is said this man got his start as a runner shortly after the Ghost Dance and during the Nights of Blood. He entered a life of violence and crime when his entire life was stripped from him and he was rendered a dead man walking, with nothing left he rose from the ashes as the forgotten, the unwanted and the unneeded, and so it was the birth of the Forsaken. This man just walked from town to town dispensing justice to the lawless and bring down many of the native warlords and tribal bands that where terrorising the locals. It is said that he as well would strike down would be raiders and highway men that looked to reap the rewards of the troubled landscape. Legend state that one a full moon night, when the bells chime 12 the nameless and faceless Forsaken will come walking into the town his long coat blowing in the wind, his features cast in shadow by the moon light and by morning all who intended harm the innocent of the town would be laying dead where they stood.
Now from what I can defer from my research data is that the Forsaken yes actually murdered the men, but more I look into the legends it seems that he wasn’t alone and that this man had a posy of unknown soldiers that travelled with him. According to the autopsy reports the fallen would have a variety of wound patterns and their time of death was to close together for one man to have achieved. It appears the Forsaken might have killed a handful of the people in each town but science and forensics debunks the myth that the Forsaken could have physically brought down countless trained warriors in a single night alone.
Legend states that upon dawn the unknown man would be seen leaving the town and vanishing into the rising sun and never a trace of his presence was ever found, the forever wandering man left but not a trace, nor foot print in the dust. Well we now know that he is a physical adept and he probably learned one of the many mystical abilities that can allow him to move undetected. I don’t wan’t to debunk the legend of the Forsaken as I have a ton of respect for the stories as I heard them all as I was growing up, and I saw all of the movies as a child, but as one gets older you have to put silly childhood legends and myths about a nameless and faceless killer to bed and look solely at the facts.
According to the Legend this man, travelled all over North America on foot and their were accounts of his presence in every major city sometimes at the same time, this people is impossible nobody can be in two places miles apart at the same time. It’s just not possible even with the technology we have today, not to mention the technology they had back then. This man had to have copy cats, that where tasked with mimicking the Forsaken in order to further spread the legend. What we do known is that he would only go after the guilty and he would only go after those that where exploiting the week. The Forsaken would as well go after any and all native forces that threatened a town or where causing undo harm to it’s civilians and citizens.
This people is the legend of the Forsaken, and this legend has stood the test of time. The Forsaken a vigilante, a hunter and warrior of the shadows that dispensed justice as only he saw fit. Well not to be the bearer of bad news, but this hero of the innocent is also a runner of the shadows and has had his hand in some very legendary operations throughout the ages. He didn’t just fight for the good of man, he fought for his wallet and the Forsaken was eventually captured on the only device that doesn’t forget or forgive and that is the security camera. The man with no face, the man with no name has been reviled. The Legend of the Forsaken has been unmasked and it is nothing but a sad old man, that is not very threatening, so my hypothesis earlier about him not being the only one doing the killings is sure to be correct. As the Forsaken looks more like my Grandfather then a soulless vigilante, he should be hanging around the shuffle board court and let the legend of the Forsaken just fade away.
Though like all good legends, even though he has been unmasked and proven to be nothing more then an old man, people still report sightings of the Forsaken and there are still reports of entire camps of soldiers vanishing over night and seeing the Forsaken walk away into the rising sun. Again my readers the Forsaken is just an old man named Bernard Cummings and he works and lives here in Seattle. This man has a family and lives a suburban life, as a husband, father and grandfather; the Forsaken is no more and hasn’t been for many years.
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<<<Update: More proof about the Forsaken being no more, the featured image for the article comes from Lynnwood Junior High School Year Book 2072. Mr. Bernard Cummings, Principal>>>
Curtis English (Torpor)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 6’0
Weight: 200
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown (Never Registered)
Preferred Weapon: Cougar Fine Blade
Runner Song:
Bio: Torpor is a true terror this man has stalked the night for as long as most people can remember and his legacy has grown beyond even what is possible for a single man to accomplish in a single lifetime. This man is a true urban legend, a thing that nightmares are made of and the embodiment of the monster that lurks under the bed. Torpor’s legend spans all across North America and he is the thing of scary camp fire stories told on a cold October night, whether Torpor is real or not is up to to speculation and even what we know about him is nothing more the myth and legend, the image that we have of Torpor we can’t confirm it’s authenticity. So I will go into the legend of the man known as Torpor only here, I will not speculate and try to spread any further falsities about him. I will let the legend speak for itself and allow the thing of nightmares, the man that goes bump in the night and stalks you within your dreams. So readers keep that light on, pull the blankets up higher and make sure you say your prayers for Torpor lurks within the shadows of night and he might have chosen you to be his next victim.
The legend of Torpor can be traced back to the late 1990’s within a small Alaska fishing village, during there endless nights this man would stalk the town and murder one citizen each night for six months. He would do this by slipping into there bedroom and running a razor sharp blade across their throat, he would then place two copper pennies in the eyes of the victim and he would as well place a simple silver coin in the mouth of the deceased. Torpor would then slip away back into the darkness from witch he came, this man did this each night for six months and he would kill only one poor soul each night, he would murder a husband and leave the wife only to come back for her days, weeks or months later. Any of his victims that managed to survive being sliced as they slept would fall into a deep torpor like sleep and never awaken again, this is how the legend of Torpor came to be. These murders are still unsolved and have caused this village to become nothing more then a ghost town, as he removed a vast majority of the population with such ease and left the locals and police baffled. Do to being the birthplace of the Torpor legend, no one dares to purchase a home their again and this town has been left to be reclaimed by the earth.
Through the years, the legend of Torpor has struck again and again. Unexplained murders each and every night with no pattern and no foreseeable motive that would last six months and would render a city silent, and in mourning as the victims continued to mount but police where no closer to identifying or capturing a suspect. As Torpors legend grew so did the panic many would feel when the would read about an unexplained murder where coins where let behind as an offering. Medical professionals still today can’t figure out what he uses to keep those who survive forever in torpor never to awaken again. Police are left clueless and no closer to catching Torpor or even identifying this man, he leaves no evidence behind, he does not appear on security camera and he leaves zero magical signature behind. This has allowed the fear of this man to grow and reach epic proportions.
As the years passed by the legend known as Torpor was growing out of control and this was leaving police and federal investigators on many wild goose chases. As people began to idolize and copycat this killer, his legend had reached suck an epic point that people would commit murder in the name of Torpor and this would only allow the real Torpor to keep killing and his murders would forever be mistaken as yet another copycat. This led many investigators into chasing a ghost and eventually even those tasked with solving the Torpor murders to eventually give up and allow the cases to go cold.
With each murder done by a copycat the fear of the real Torpor would grow and the people would wonder if one day he would be coming for them, curfews where placed in dangerous areas in hopes to capture Torpor as he stalked the streets and again as the years went by nothing. This man evaded capture and the bodies kept piling up, throughout North America and from city to city people would whisper about the legend of Torpor fearing upsetting the legend and becoming his next victim. The copycats where never caught either, these men and women that would kill in the name of Torpor would always be found deceased in the same manner as they the would kill. There fate would always seem to end up at the hands of Torpor, though people speculate that the copycats are being killed by other copycats to keep the legend fresh and real, though other speculate that Torpor is actually behind the deaths of the copycats, feeling that they are disgracing his legend and his name.
This is how the legend of the man known as Torpor has come to be, his actual existence any more is unknown and the only evidence anyone has is the two photographs that where found in the home of Curtis English in that small Alaskan town where this legend began. Curtis was one of the only surviving men in that village and he was both the chief of police and the villages coroner, Curtis vanished once the sun began to rise and the Alaskan state troopers arrived to investigate the grisly murders. People believe that old man Curtis, is the murderer known as Torpor, but people also don’t believe that Torpor still exists today nearly eighty years after his first killings.
This is how legends grow and continue to strike terror into the hearts of the believers, with each murder sharing a similarity to that of the Torpors and with the death of the copycats at the hands of a man who leaves the exact same type of coins left behind in the cold dark Alaskan murders. Is Torpor still alive, is Torpor a ghost stalking the night forever on the hunt killing from beyond the grave or is this man immortal and forever stalking the night and harvesting innocent souls to trade to the lords of the night that have granted Torpor eternal life. We may never know the truth, but we can only thank our lucky stars that Torpor has yet to ever take a soul here in Seattle.
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Morey DiCane (Aeon)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’5
Weight: 155
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Crossbow (Modified)
Runner Song:
Bio: This is a man that even the shadows what to forget about and for damned good reason Aeon is a real rat bastard and this man has been stalking the night for as long as I can remember and there have been stories of this assassin throughout the ages. I some what hope that the legend of Aeon is like that of Torpor and just a legend told to scare children into behaving, told to scare campers into staying in there tents at night and told to terrorize cadets and recruits as they spend their first nights in the wilds. Well even thinking about what Aeon has done through the ages is giving me the chills as I write this. So without any further ado lets begin the tale of the man, the myth and the legend of Aeon.
As the story goes he was a government agent working deep undercover in the top secret military base known as Area 51 and was privileged to many of the nations top secrets and conspiracies. This man was so trusted that he would eventually become the top security agent for Area 51 and would be allowed to leave the base in order to clean up messes that where left behind by the military and this meant he would stalk the shadows and murder anyone and everyone the government felt knew to much and there have been countless unsolved murders throughout the now UCAS and NAN that can be connected only by cause of death. People have begun to theorize that these murders where authorized and where done by a special black ops agent of the government, though they will deny it.
The legend began to spiral out of control during the period of time when Area 51 was being declassified and document was accidentally released to the public containing information about something called the Aeon Project and a shadow killer known as Aeon. The projects head was a man known as Morey DiCane and when people dug deeper into this project and the man known as Morey DiCane they would come up with nothing more than a dead end and anyone who dug to deep would end up with a crossbow bolt buried deep into the back of there neck. This only convinced the conspiracy theorists that this Morey DiCane and Aeon were one in the same and the Aeon project was some sort of government hit list and they were silencing anyone who spoke out about them.
Well as for the legend to spread all it takes is a hint of the truth, and for all the murders that can be traced to Aeon have been performed in the same manner, and no one ever saw or heard anything before death came knocking. Well for this legend the fear would become rampant throughout the early part of the this century, and would explode to epic proportions when Area 51 would once again be reclassified. Though this is also where the story gets a bit creepy, this is how it goes just after the secret base was reclassified on a full moon night screams where heard coming from the base, yet according to fans of Area 51 that were camping near bye said just after the screams were heard the lights went out throughout the base, the fire in the fire pit stood still the campers looked on in horror through there binoculars as the front doors to the main hangar opened and illuminated the sky in iridescent light and out from the light walked the shadowy figure holding a crossbow. They also report that in a blink the crossbow was pointed in there direction, then a exploding of glass as a bolt punched through the lens blinding the onlooker. the survivors report that as fast as the crossbow fired the man who emerged from the hangar was inside there camp. That was miles away in the desert, They described him to have soulless eyes, dressed in a white lab coat and tie with an id badge that read Morey DiCane, Agent Aeon. He then put his finger to his lips and went silence and three of the campers rapidly aged and turned to dust. He then just vanished leaving one blinded by a crossbow and the other in complete shock.
If this story is true or not, is imposable to confirm since the two surviving campers vanished shortly after reporting this and have never been seen again. Though according to further research Morey DiCane did actually exist, but the scary part is that he lived back in the 1950’s and was born in the 1890 and died in 1995 at 105 years old. Though according to the witness accounts and the photos from the leaked documents it was Morey DiCane, was he a ghost the government were using to cover something up or was it actually Morey DiCane, and he is the legend of Aeon. The only other fact that can be followed up on is that Area 51 has once again been closed down and there have been reports from the military personnel that arrived after this event. There reports indicate that every living soul inside the main location was dead with a black hooked crossbow bolt buried deep into there neck, they also report that the bases automated announcement system broadcasting one simple message “The False Flag Flies No More.” the personnel on scene have stated that what they saw that night has stuck with them and they have had nightmares ever since.
These reports and the various witness accounts shine some light on the prof of Aeon being real, though whatever they were researching inside that base has created a hunter that has now gone rogue and could very well be unkillable, he seems to move through time and kills in a flash all reports indicate that just before a black hooked crossbow bolt digs into someone’s neck, there is a cold chill in the room and time seems to stand still. Aeon through the years has become nothing more then a legend and a ghost story, but in this reporters opinion I believe he is real, and I believe he is still out there hunting those who he once served. I believe and respect the tales of Aeon and I am only writing this as a warning to the younger generation that has never heard the tales of Aeon. This man is real, he stalks the night bringing down those who he deems are the enemy, he is bringing down the guilty and he has no remorse, no soul and can not be reasoned with. Aeon is a predator and is much more dangerous then anyone can imagine, best to say your prayers, stay in school and be a good little boy or girl and you might stay clear of Aeon.
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(Written to keep the legend alive and well)
Bryant Mathews (Azrael)
Membership: Freelance
Race: Human
Height: 5’5
Weight: 145
Apparent Age: 70
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown (Never Registered)
Preferred Weapon: Scythe
Runner Song:
Bio: Well this little old man might be a grandfather and a family man, but Azrael is much more then he appears to be. This man is yet another angel of death that stalks the streets of Seattle. Though for Azrael he is a man that see’s himself more of a vigilante and less a cold blooded murder and those that he brings to death are the guilty of the worst of all sins. He hunts those that deal in the enslavement of others, he brings swift justice to evildoers, those that abuse the innocent and defenceless and he brings his twisted form of justice to those that use sex as a weapon. Azrael’s motives are unknown and why this man only targets this type of criminal is as well unknown. Though one can suspect that he has some personal investment into the eradication of these evildoers.
There is actually little known about Azrael since he never leaves any survivors, avoids being captured on camera and normally hunts from the shadows. The only reason there is any information about Azrael is do to witness accounts of his attacks and some snitches that work inside the UCAS federal department. This man is a master of the hunt and stalks the night like the grim reaper, he has left a trail of blood throughout the night and for those he kills no-one ever sheds a tear. There are reports of his actions being felt throughout the UCAS and beyond, Azrael can not be reasoned with and if he feels you are deserving of death then say your prayers cause this Dark Angel will bring an end to those deserving.
He uses a scythe that must be collapsible since it appears out of thin air, it glows with a deep purple light and it can cut through even the hardest of armours with ease. Azrael moves like a ghost and never makes a sound. This man is one of the good guys on the streets though his tactics can be argued as he does break the law and commit cold blooded murder though in this reporters opinion he kills those deserving of death.
If the winds blow cold and the shadows dance on the walls, when you hear the ringing of the bell, be careful where you tread for Azrael might be lurking near to punish the guilty. Azrael is a man that will never rest till he has brought the guilty to justice and the innocent can rest peacefully once again.
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