Midgard

[Ryn Dejuren]

Dark dank city landscape empty void of all emotion, like a greyscale photo thats been faded out over the years. Only movement is from the stale breeze that billows out, blowing a poster to stop against a pole."THE WORLD ARMY NEEDS YOU!!! It read, big bold letters, the cliche` Uncle Sam photo on the front.

From down an alley way the slow..monotone shuffle of feet can be heard, lifeless rones stumbling out into the streets, the city comes to a false sense of life. Noone speaks, noone fights, no traffic, everything as it should be.


Go back now, two...three six ten years ago, the city was alive, it was vibrant and colorful, what changed? THe rulers changed. The once powerful nations that idependtly reigned their chosen territorys bowed before a supreme dictator, A single comannder, called President Isis, Her word is law. During this time she mobilized the armys joining them under one flag, her flag. And marched againt anyone who opposed her. The wars raged for five years before She sought a better way to do things, And Thus the Genesis project occured. Ten people, 5 from military, 5 from civilian lifestyles were chosen to become the worlds perfect soldiers by any means needed. They were altrered either with Technological implants or biochemical methods. Exact data was lost. 10 soldiers won the last war, and were then turned to scapegoats.

_____

Ok so rules, Human race, An improvments go for it. Only 10 were actually soldiers, numerous other subjects exist. Time frame is Futuristic, all Tech is allowed so go nuts.

Military Class File Ranking structure overview!!!
Ranks go from 1-5
1)Godly
2)Above Average
3)Average
4)Weak
5)Massive amounts of Fail and probably some aids. Thats right Multiple Aids. You are that Bad.



Military file Class 3:
Name: Demetrious
Alias: Deadshot
Rank: Lance Corporal
Job:Tactical Recon and Surveilance, Information gathering and Sniper

Weapons: Gas powered fgully automatic 50 caliber sniper rifle, 22 round clip. Side arm, 9mm desert Eagle. Standard issue Combat knife.

Body Modifications:Eyes and part of brain were replaced with computer and cameras, allowing for recording of sights and sounds. Also increases Maxiumum viewing distance to twenty miles with clear conditions.

Other Changes made: Given increased strength, smell hearing agility and stamina.

Side Effects or Ailments:Lips were sown shut, reasoning is classified. Other side effects include a thirst for warm blood, and the inability to regeerate without intaking massive quantitys of blood. Telepathy in small aspects, allowing mind to mind communications but no apprent mind reading.

Appearance:Tall well built, long black hair, dead silver eyes of camera lenses. Usually garbed in Black jeans and Tank top with a case strapped to his back for the rifle.

Current Status:MIA, Wanted dead or alive.

Age:29

Former Civilian status:Swat officer

History:Demetrious served in the citys police force SWAT Devision he was the Sgt. Of the squads and head sniper for the city before the draft came. He remembered Officer schools, and failing them. Miserably. After that, nothing. His Memory skips from there to the war, after his modifications, and fighting along nine people..only one stuck out Amira...Prior to the end of the war he got news from a guard about the ending of the Genesis project, and destruction of the evidence, and he deserted, leaving his squad and his friend Behind.

Ever since he's lived with that bit of regret, wishing he had warned them, and not knowing if they were alive.




Demetrious sat atop the building overlooking the city as it came"alive" in the morning, a snarl across his face. His thoughts going back to before the war, He remembered very little, He remembered being a police officer...He remembered the draft..then..nothing. He sighed inwardly and stared down shaking his head. Disgusting creatures...humanity has fallen so far...

[Rylias Shadow]

Name: Amira

Codename: The Wolf

Age: 25

Military File Class: One

Rank: Squad Commanding Officer

Job: Close Quarters Combat

Current Status: M.I.A. Wanted dead or alive.

Weapons/Modifications: M16A2 and plasma grenades for ranged attacks in human form. Her modification is the ability to transform into a "werewolf" creature at will; her strength, speed, agility and stamina are greatly increased.

Side Effects/Ailments: Amira has (and has always had) schizophrenia and MPD, and once given her modifications, her split personality is now closely tied to her transformations, but not entirely. She is also addicted to high doses of the world's most powerful tranquilizers.

Appearance: Human form- 5'5" and well built with muscle and a few curves, she has dark skin and dark hair tied into a long pony tail, her eyes a startling green color, her Egyptian blood clear with a glance. Wolf form- 8'9" with black windswept fur and glowing eyes of green, heavy black claws and long white fangs make her a deadly combatant.

Personality(s): Her original self, Amira, is a kinder soul than you would call her now. She rebelled against her powerful mother's wishes of walking in her shoes and became an officer in the military, the violence appealing to her still hidden other half. Her much angrier split self, The Wolf, revels in bloodshed and creating war and taking life.

Bio: Born the only child of President Isis, she was expected to follow that path. Once an officer in the military and a Commander in the Infantry division, she volunteered for the Modification procedure. Her next memory is fighting alongside Demetrious and the 8 other "successful experiments" in the war as the Commander Officer.

After the war, she and her men were outlawed and sentenced to die, they ran and scattered themselves around the world. She hid as a medical student in China, the only place in the world where she wasn't hunted. Her conflicting personalities make life in hiding hard, but once she heard the news, she decided it was time to stop running and take back the world from the woman even crazier than her.

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

Amira strolled down the dead street, her senses alive for anything familiar, scuffing a poster with her feet as it fluttered by.

Kill them, those worthless zombies in our way, Amira... A cold voice whispered in her ear. She shook her head to clear it.

No...I'm not letting you kill anyone. She thought.

Yet. It whispered in reply, to which she had no comeback.

[Lau]

Name:Ryan Stillwell

CodeName:Black Dog

Age:68

Military Class File:1

Rank:Sgt

Job:Heavy Support and Extration expert

Current Status:Known Terrorist

Weapons/Mods:Full body prosthesis, his body was old buty his mind was valuable enough to encase in a robotic shell compact and sleek his armored frame and domed helmet can withastand most anti-personel weapons, meaning that to do more than superficial damage anti-armor weaponry is required. Strong enough to lift approx. one ton, and run at a maximum speed of50mph when stripped of all excess weight. Due to the enhanced physical prowess there are no internal systems beyond simple sensors mimicing human senses, and a longrange communications system. He is often armed with his custom weapon the Jack of Spades(a Vulcan cannon click for example (http://tri.army.mil/LC/cs/Csa/m61pod.jpg)), and a SPAS shotgun.

Side Effects:has no sense of touch, taste, or smell, giving up all semblance of humanity to escape the cancer that was eating him alive, all that remained was his brain which was soon wired into his mechanical body. His memories are all he has, which is a source anger which in turn fuels his bloodlust, but outside of battle he is detached and unemotional caring little for human life beyond those of his allies.

Appearence: His armor is smooth and sleek, the plating is placed to optimize mobility giving it a statuesque appearence, his helmet is a smooth metal dome with no visor or eyes cut into it's seemless face, the internal sensors have removed the need for eyes correlating all the visual data and feeding it into the brain resulting in a simulation of sight. His armor is naturally black but has been known to be painted with camofluage in the past.

Personality:Cold and detached, with a deep seeded anger that he finds hard to pull away from at times, which manifest in a death wish type of mentality, but he will never endanger those he's loyal to, and will not make it easy for his enemies to kill him they have to earn it in his eyes if they can bring him down he welcomes it but anything short will just drive him to fight harder.

Bio:a career soldier before he retired he was a special ops sargeant responsible for extracting military units too far behind enemy lines for any standard methods of rescue. After he underwent his procedures he continued his extraction duties often staying behind under extreme enemy consentrations, often walking back to allied lines slaughtering along the way, giving him the nickname Black Dog, the enemies telling stories that if you saw him it was bad, very bad death and misfortune followed the Black Dog. At the end of the War he dissappeared became known as a terrorist hitting the thickest groups hoping for a challenge often working with any that see this new world order as wrong and are willing to fight.

****************************************

The police had tracked him down en-route to the nearest military base, his truck driver had already been shot, and he was arming up in the trailer checking his Jack of Spades before strapping on his ammo backpack, this gun could handle anything with less armor than the heaviest of tanks, firing a ridicules amount of ammunition with a contant flow rendering most people caught in it's path nothing more than shredded meat up until all the ammo had been fired off.

"Stillwell step out of the truck and surrender immediately you cannot escape." The police broadcast, Ryan merely shook his head, they had no idea what they were getting into if they did the police wouldnot be the ones talking, and there wouldn't be any talking in the first place.

He opened the trailer door and stepped out to a blockade of police surrounding his position, Ryan turning up his vocals so they could all here "They call me the Black Dog for a reason you're all about to have a very bad day.....Meet Jack." He open fired strafing the row of police cars shredding metal and flesh in one pass the cars exploding into a wall of flame shortly after, the remaining police officers firing on him the bullets bouncing off his shell with loud metal clangs the helcopters were coming and not the standard kind these could do damage if they fired soon enough.

Ryan had to figure a way out of this city it was thick and full of police and tall buildings it would be messy "maybe this would be a good day to die" he thought.
(OCC:is this overboard or you guys okay with this guy?)

[fenrir]

Name: Damien Sharpe

Code Name: Chameleon

Age: 28

Military Class File: Two

Rank: Corporal

Job: Infiltration, Demolitions

Current Status: Known Fugitive

Weapons/Modifications: Dozens of implanted emitters produce a field around his body which refracts the light around him, enabling him to appear more or less invisible (If that didn’t make sense its because its entirely made up). The effect is less effective when moving or when standing in smoke, rain or in similar situations.
His roles as Demolitions expert requires him to carry multiple explosives, most commonly C4 for vehicles and structures with Claymore mines for personnel. He carries a silenced HK UMP-40 and a MGL-140 grenade launcher for combat.

Side Effects: His body is almost completely scarred from the surgical process of having these devices implanted. Also, when all of these devices are activated at once, i.e. whenever he becomes invisible, they cause him a great deal of pain, meaning that he can only use this ability for a certain period of time each time.

Appearance: Above average height, slim build, long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Mostly wears dark t-shirts and jeans; almost always carries a backpack containing all of his equipment in it in case he needs to make a quick escape.

Bio: An infiltration specialist even before the Genesis Project, he agreed to take part because he heard that the project would help him be better at what he did; by the time he found out how they were planning on doing this he’d already signed up. His role in the war was mostly to scout out and soften up enemy defences before the main attack.
After the war he put his skills to other uses, unable to blend into society with his distinctive appearance he stole what he needed and managed to evade the authorities whenever necessary, even if he couldn’t completely lose them for long.
****

Damien never really got the hang of breaking and entering, even with all of his training and experience, even though he could pick a lock better than anybody and even turn invisible, the police always managed to arrive just in time to screw up his clean escape; just like they were doing now. He must have missed another alarm again.

He quickly packed away the items he was stealing in his bag before pulling out his weapons and attaching them to the harness he now wore over his shirt. The blue and red lights from the vehicles outside lighting up the interior of the building and the voice over the loudspeaker telling him to come out quietly were familiar to him now. Normally he’d have been able to easily go out the back door, turn invisible and be gone before they’d even realised he’d gone, but unfortunately, ever since they found out he was in town the police had started responding to every robbery with fully armed SWAT teams just in case.

He levelled his grenade launcher at the front door of the building which lead out onto the street and blew it off its hinges with one shot, filling the area around it with smoke. He quickly dropped the weapon to hang around his neck by its strap before picking up his submachine gun and activating his cloak, the familiar but no less agonising pain spread across his body as he sprinted towards the smoke filled doorway.

The SWAT officers outside immediately opened fire on the smoke cloud when they saw its shape distorted by him moving threw it but he managed to avoid getting hit by ducking to the side as soon as he was clear. He fired a quick burst towards the officers, and two that were not behind covers fell to the ground. He turned a corner into an alleyway and kept running until the footsteps died down behind him. He stopped finally in the shadow of another alley as he gratefully disabled his cloak.

As fun as that was I think it’s time to get out of town

[Ryn Dejuren]

Demetrious sighed faintly before he spoke into Amira's mind."Stop talking to yourself..it draws attention, and the others are close...Take a left down the next alley and go through the backdoor..I'll meet you there"

His mind closed then before his eyes began to scan the crowds searching for the others, he noticed explosions and a big guy moving around...Again he reached out with his mind, grasping to the other two"Two miles up, novelty's flowers and gifts, go through the back door and into the basement, friends are waiting"

[Rylias Shadow]

Demetrious... Two voices sounded in her head, and unbeknownst to her, she spoke aloud as well. His was the only voice in her head she liked.

She followed his directions to a flower shop, the many scents killing her sense of smell. She wrinkled her nose and snorted unhappily.

Now what?...we just wait for the deserter to waltz back into our lives? The angry second personality spoke in Amira's head.

He didn't desert any more than we did at the war's end, so shut up. Let me have some happiness in my life, even if he'll never know or reciprocate how I feel for him... She replied.

Shmuck.

[Lau]

Ryan listen close to those in his mind, old freinds in need, ignoring the choppers for now, he set down Jack no normal person could lift it anyways sligning free his shot gun as he commandeered a SWAT Van blasting any unlucky enough to cross his path bullets still trying to peirce his armour in vain.

Throwing his oversized weapon in the back he moved into the van the shock creaking under his weight and drove off bullets ripping the van to shredds as the Helcopters swooped in. Ryan had only needed to stay on busy streets they wouldn't fire anything too nasty around civilians. Screeching around the next corner he was close but he couldn't have afford to lead anyone to his allies. He climbed in back picking up Jack again and leaping from the moving vehicle, the Choppers coming in from two directions, Ryan wrenched upward and fired into the closest as it exploded into a fireball while the other careened into it's path, taking both choppers down.

Ryan soon found himself at the meeting point heading straight for the basement and setting down his equiptment before searching for the right comms channel "Black Dog at rendevous, I'll be waiting."

[fenrir]

‘Well there’s a voice I never thought I’d hear again, guess I’ll have to postpone my trip; after all, he made his living finding out things people didn’t want him to know, it should be something important’

Not wanting to walk anywhere unarmed with the SWAT officers still looking for him, Damien decided to reactivate his cloak and walk out into the crowded street still carrying his two weapons around his neck.

He followed the directions given by Demetrious to the flower shop and arrived just outside the back door just as he was forced to deactivate his cloak from the pain. He walked through the back door and down into the basement. Looking around the room he spotted another two former squad members and nodded his acknowledgement to them both before walking over and dropping his bag on a table and sitting down next to it.

[Rylias Shadow]

Codename Chameleon and Codename Black Dog had entered the room and made themselves somewhat at home.

Are the four of us really all that are left of my squad?! The Wolf in her head howled angrilly.

Our squad, and I'm sure the others are alive somewhere... She returned the thought, this line spoken (unknowingly) aloud. Where is Demetrious?...

Who cares?

Amira cleared her throat, her head ticking to the side for a moment.

"So...how are you two? It's been some time."

[Ryn Dejuren]

Demetrious had slipped down the stairs, silent as ever and come up behind Amira. Silently he pulled his sniper rifle up, and cocked back the bolt, allowing the click to come out loud..loud enough that everyone in the room would hear.

"Evening ladies..and gentlemen..Thank you for coming..now..lay your weapons aside...Can't be too careful these days...

He hated resorting to such measures..but He was wanted in every known country..including China, for several thousand charges...He literally couldn't be too carefull.

[Lau]

"I am a weapon old friend besides this Dog knowns it's loyalty." He motioned to his weapons already ying on the floor to his left

[fenrir]

‘You’re not the only one who has to be careful these days Demetrious, so you’ll understand if I’m not as willing to give up my weapons as the indestructible tin man over there. But, in lieu of you having a gun to our commander’s head, I relent’

Damien unclipped the straps holding his two weapons around his neck before placing them on the table next to his bag.

‘So then, why did you call us here? Other than to threaten us’

[Rylias Shadow]

"Thanks, Chameleon." The Wolf growled through Amira's mouth, in a voice very different from her natural one. She shook her head at once. "Shut up, you..."

She knew by the sound Demetrious's weapon had made that it was unloaded, therefore only useful as a bludgeoning tool, at the moment. It was lucky for her that she had left her weapons hidden in the hotel room...like Black Dog, she herself was quite a deadly weapon on her own.

"I'm unarmed, apart from the crazy..." Amira said, which was followed by a loud beastial growl that took her a moment of internal fighting to silence. She about faced and pushed the barrel of the weapon down.

"Put down your toy and get to business...why are we here, especially after so long?" Amira asked, hiding the slight hurt she felt that he had not talked to her since the war's end. The Wolf snorted.

[Ryn Dejuren]

Demetrious nodded silently and slung the unloaded weapon over his shoulder before reaching into his pocket and producing A small bundle of metal...

"For the last ten years we have been hunted..and killed." he opened the bundle then, and showed Six sets of dog tags..each with a hole right through the middle.


"We are all thats left..."He left out that He was the one who had killed them in the end...to spare them the pain of torture and the humilation of a public execution...


"I've labored here for ten years...hiding and pickingoff the little roaches...but..we have to take the queen of the infestation..."By that..he meant High Treason...murdering the President..

"I've called you three here today to gain your assistance...at noon tomorrow they plan to stage an execution of the last four of us...claiming to have caught us...in reality its stoogies who have fallen from grace."He gave a sideong glance at Amira before he shook his head..his thoughts were racing...yet he had work to do...

Besides, its not like she'd feel anything for me now...I abandonded them...left them all to die in that hell hole...I'm not even sure why they haven't killed me now...




(OOC) His private thoughts will be bolded and italicized.

[Rylias Shadow]

The Wolf howled in Amira's head at Demetrious's words.

My friends! My family! Everyone! They're all dead! No! Why?! I'll get them, I'll get them all for this!

That's my mother you're wanting to slay...

The one who cast you out?! The one who almost had you killed for being "crazy"?! Why would you protect her?! You wish for her death and you know it! I'll do it, I'll do it!

Anyone watching her face would have seen the conflicting emotions and twitches under Amira's flesh as she stood silently arguing with herself. She had always know it would come down to fighting her mother. She knew how she really stood, but there was rarely any peace between the two halves of herself.

Amira sighed, still mourning the loss of over half her Squad. They would have died for her in the wars, but now their deaths were far less honorable than that. A fact that hurt her to the core. She knew the one responsible had to pay.

"I'm in. What's the plan, D?"

[Lau]

"Never cared for being a Traitor and if I'm going down I might aswell go down in history for doing something, rather than rusting away in a corner." Ryan nodded his head "Mrs. President never did like me."

Ryan stood up proudly "I'm in it's time they knew how unlucky they were." He could only imagine how much could be brought to bear against them in this task maybe this would be the war to end him......he could only hope.

[fenrir]

‘There are so many reasons why a fake execution is a really bad plan. Either the President is really that stupid or this is a trap; and while I’d like to think it’s the former it’s probably the latter. I’ll still help; I’ve got as much reason to hate the people who did this to us as you have, I just think if we’re going to walk straight into a trap we should have a really good plan for doing so’

[Ryn Dejuren]

Demetrious sighed inwardly, relieved they had all jumped on board so easily...He hadn't planned that.

"We wont be walking into a trap..well not all of us, and I'm not certain of a trap for the member who will be walking anywhere."

He spoke these words into their minds as he chose his next words carefully"My sources tell me that the president longs to have her daughter back..She misses her..something we werent aware the president could feel. My plan is simple...We give the president her daughter..and the daughter kills the president and seizes control. However..the president must die..quietly for this to work."

[Rylias Shadow]

Quietly?! That's no fun!

"...You plan to do WHAT now?! Just send me HOME?! Demetrious, are you outta your tree?!" Amira cried out, ignoring The Wolf's unbridled enthusiasm of the idea.

Come on, do it, you p***y! Say yes! Her other half shouted, both halves unaware that is was actually spilling from her mouth again.

"You shut up and leave me alone!"

I'm the one they know and love, if you get rid of me they'll see what a bitch you are, and no one will ever love you!

"Damn it, shut up, I said!" Amira finally managed to end the conversation, blushing at The Wolf's near slip of revealing her affections for a certain someone to not only him, but everyone in the room.

[Lau]

"I will draw her forces to me, I can cut down anyone stupid enough to cross our path, the rest of you can do the important jobs, I'll settle for keeping them off your backs if that's okay with you Demetrious?"

Ryan had no illusions here they would have a large force, maybe enough to do him in, but this job had to be done, and making it easier for the others was the best he could do.

[fenrir]

‘Well, I’ve heard of worse plans; can’t think of any right now, but I’m sure I have. I’d better go with the commandeer on this assignment; my abilities will allow me to easily follow her undetected, as well as smuggle in any equipment we might need that would otherwise be confiscated at the door, and it wouldn’t hurt for her to have some backup while she’s there; not that she needs it of course, but it’s always wise to have a contingency’