_Chiroptera_

Recluse> *cackles* And now Statesman, do you know what I and my allies will do to you and your precious Phalanx!?
Statesman> *trapped in a diabolical machine with the other Phalanx members* You've tried to kill us a hundred times Recluse and it never works!
Recluse> Kill you?! What're you dense? This is the year 2005! WE'RE GONNA SUE YA!

Recluse: That n00b-Buster666, that villains going to go places, I can tell.
Ghost Widow: He can't even spell!
Recluse: So? He can fight can't he?
Mako: I would hardly call "Hy! Dat stoopid Cobra came out of no where! Wut the heck!?" being good in a fight.
Recluse: SILENCE! Recluse has spoken!

(( so far there's not be any place truly dedicated for RPers to congregate at in COV, mostly because.. well.. It's villains, not heroes, villains don't tend to meet up to socialize Best chances I'd say is find a good RP group or just put "RPer" in your team search statement so people know you're a role player. ))

In COH. Gemini Park in Galaxy City.

In COV there's not be any particular RP hang out decided.

(( I almost forgot all about this! I'm trying to get Leslie to it now, doesn't look like many people looked at it, here's hoping some folks show up. ))

Recluse: *writing on a taptop in WordPerfect, the document is titled X-mas* Hmm.. I want a death ray, and a nuclear war head, and plutonium, and sharks with Frickin' laser beams on their foreheads, and a pony.

(( nice little letter! I like it. 5 stars for you! ))

Communism Kid!

Russian Roulette!

The Tinkler!
...
Okay maybe not...

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Real Name: Tanya Chiroptera
Alias or Call-sign: N/A
Rank: General
Gender: Female
Age: 40
Nationality: Native American (Comanche)
Powers & Abilities: Years of training honed her body and mind to perfection, but she was not satisfied their, she began studying into Genetic manipulation, crossing her DNA with that of her own families name sake, a bats. This cross genetic manipulation has given her a sixth sense, echo-location, perfect nocturnal vision, enhanced strength and reflexes; during her time in the Zig after capture by the Freedom Phalanx, Chiroptera’s genetic manipulations went unchecked by her team of geneticist, affecting her physical appearance so greatly that she now appears to be more bat than human. Adding to this her occult studies make her even more dangerous in her control over nether realm energy. She is now experimenting to find a way to be able to shift between her vicious bat like appearance and a natural human appearance.
Height: 6’ 3”
Height (in bat form): 7’
Weight: 132 lbs.
Weight (in bat form): 486 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Orange-Red, Tanya’s right eye was lost during the Gulf War, her genetic tampering has led to the healing of the eye, but in human form she maintains wearing an eye patch to deceive her opponents into thinking she is at a disadvantage.

History: Tanya is a natural born leader; she served in the United States military from the age of 22, after graduating from WestPoint with top honors, the first woman in 10 years to have made such an accomplishment. She climbed through ranks rapidly, proving to be one of the finest tacticians to grace U.S. military service, her valor and skill in the Gulf War earned her the rank of Major, the Rikti Invasion brought her the rank of Commander and a position as head of the Special Operations team ‘Strike Force Veta’, the soldiers chosen for Veta were hand picked by Chiroptera herself, she accepted only the best of the best and ensured absolutely loyalty from all who followed her in battle. When the terrorist attacks struck upon home soil, Commander Chiroptera was one of the first to step forward to face the threat, seeking vengeance for the loss of innocent lives. Further actions rooting out the sources of Terrorism brought her to the rank of General in the United States Marine Corp. One of the few women in history to ever hold such a prestigious position of military power, and as the saying goes: “Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
Chiroptera’s funds for Strike Force Veta began disappearing; and investigation was launched by U.S. officials, leading to one of the greatest cover ups in the history of the American military. Chiroptera had been studying Occult Magic for years and had begun transferring funds for her Spec. Ops. Division into her own private scientific studies. Chiroptera was planning a military coupe, seeking to over throw the reigning government of America. Officials discovered that Chiroptera felt that the current Government was an insult to the envision of the Founding Father’s, journals and files upon computers filled with rants, plans, and schemes were allocated.
To save face and prevent a media frenzy, Tanya Chiroptera was discharged from the Marines with top honors; thus, seemingly, ending her threat to the U.S. Government. Three weeks later, Lieutenant Elizabeth Rainer, Tanya’s second in command of Strike Force Veta, led the other officers of the team on a raid of a top of the line military facility; stealing weaponry, technology, vehicles and supplies costing over 3 billion dollars. Tanya had made sure her soldiers were loyal to her, even if it meant disowning the very government they’d sworn to serve and protect with their very lives.
Rainer and the other Officer’s went AWOL and reported to Chiroptera who went underground with them, forming FANG (Fighters Against Negative Governments) and organization now linked to over three dozen terrorist attacks against oil companies, lumber mills, and various government projects and facilities; the Officers running FANG are among the Most Wanted Fugitives of the United States.
Tanya may well be the next Napoleon, her tactical genius is astonishing and the CIA has found many officials within Washington and even other countries Governments to be secret supporters of the General’s Organization.

Recluse> I love ducklings? What about you Mako? Don't you love ducklings?! ^_^
Mako> . . . *backs away slowly*

Who knows, might be me getting mixed up. If you find out do let me know! I'm a batman fanatic, and though I've never really been found of Al Ghul himself I don't want to be getting my info mixed up.

Oh I know, I jsut like the idea of Leeroy Jenkins cause everytime I hear it now I remember that spoof of the COV trailer with Synapse...

Manticore: Synapse scout the building!
Synapse: Let's do this!! LEEEEEROOOOOY JEEEENKIIIIINNNSS!
Statesman: Oh my god.. He just ran in...

Actually that's only in Batman Begins, in the comics (atleast the last time I read one with Ra's before he 'died') it was always the League of Assassins

I found it rather silly that Nolin was so keen to have all the other dark stuff but he didn't want to have Ra's' legion being called assassins....

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Recluse: Mwahaha, soon, all the heroes will be lying before me, powerless! And with my newfound power, and SUPREME rule, I shall exact the most dastardly, evil, unspeakably VILE plan of action against the populace of Paragon!!

Ghost Widow: And that would be?

Recluse: I shall take over all the radio stations of Paragon, and blast Richard Simmons workout tapes over the airwaves, so that all will work out along with me, so we tighten our tummies, and tone our tushies!!

Ghost Widow: ...

Recluse: Now, where's my blanky, I need my nap before I can begin working!!

Ghost Widow: ... ...

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Must... Stop... Laughing...Ribs.. Broken...
Nice one

As I hardcore RPer, when it comes to my heroes?

I could careless. I'm not going to set FOOT in zones with Hero v Hero combat, so I'm not even gonna give it a second thought either, let the gankers have their fun, it doesn't affect me and my fun.

Jenkins... Leeroy Jenkins.

Now gimme some Kentucky Fried Chicken!

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Seriously though I've got another one!

Lord Recluse> Where is it?!
Mako> Where is what?
Lord Recluse> My voodoo doll!
Mako> ... What? O_o
Recluse> My statesman plushie! I stole a piece of his cape and turned it into a voodoo doll to use against him!
Ghost Widow> Oh that, I put it in the laundry...
Recluse> NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Warning! Warning! Shameless plug ahead!

This is for all you crazy kids who love to play the crazy villains who don't really THINK they're villains.
You know the ones I mean, they're the devouring earth types, the League of Assassins types, the "This hurts now but it's for the betterment of society!" whackos!

A few choice people on this board may remember when I started the Wardens of Paragon on the Virtue server last year. We had some good RPs in that group... Then WoW came.... Curse that addicting monstrosity! It tore some of our members, myself included, away from COH and tore the SG to shreds.
So I'm trying a new tactic! A VILLAIN GROUP! (please insert maniacal laughter here) The link in my signature leads to the group’s website (which is still a work in progress at the moment but it coming along nicely for a free site.
Quit laughin'! I don't have the money to spend on space for a big flashy fancy site.
The guilds TECHNICALLY not formed yet, as I'm still in the process of hitting level 10, but it will be made by this evening so I figure I'd go ahead and start spreading the word.

If you're character is a nature loving nut who thinks human kind is destroying the world, or a elitist military freak who believes only the strong should survive, or perhaps just your random wacko who feels like modern society is the key to man's ultimate destruction, this guild just might be for you.
Finally, let me state this.
It is an ALL RP guild.
We had problems with this when the Warden's got started, people didn't seem to grasp the concept of an All RP guild. Basically? You're IC. Period. OOC is welcome, but unless we dedicate the night to some OOC fun it should be kept to a minimum and always kept inside the OOC bubbles.
So if you're a light RPer who likes to slip in and out of character, or the type who prefer RPing here on the boards more than actual in game RP, this isn't the best guild for you.

Anyway! Other than that, please have a look at the site, ask any questions you want here or send me an e-mail or PM.
The lead's name in COV is General Chiroptera, so if you would rather contact me in game, there you go.
Thank you for your time, and have a nice day terrorizing the masses with your evil new abilities.

(( All right, this is only the second story I've ever posted on the board so be gentle with me you guys! This is basically a breakout story for my new main character. ))

The precise tramp of military trained men, their footfalls synchronized perfectly… Officers too, they were wearing dress shoes, to light to be anything else. She twitched an ear. Two floors down, just passing cell block D; she smiled triumphantly, they were coming.

General Andrew Wessin had known Chiroptera when he was just a Lt. Colonel, back then she was Commander a commander, one of the fiercest tactics officers in the military, leader of the Task Force Delta, a spec. forces commando team who were only sent on the most delicate of missions where only perfection could be acceptable for the assignment. There wasn’t an officer wearing a uniform that wouldn’t have killed to be serving under her. Now here he was, acting on behalf of the National Security Agency, coming to transfer her out of one of the worlds more fearsome prisons. The circumstances that led to her honorable discharge had always been very hush-hush. There were rumors of everything from withdrawing from active service to run for President to disappearing in order to join the “shadow government” that supposedly ruled the entire world behind the scenes.
Then there were the other rumors, the ones no one who had looked up to General Chiroptera wanted to accept… That she had been showing signs of a psychotic break down. That she’d been refusing direct orders. That she was using government funds to finance herself for genetic experimentation and studies into the occult. No one wanted to accept these, and even the official investigation did not state the specific reasons for her dismissal, but the fact that she was discharged with honors made these less pleasant thoughts highly unlikely; but why then was he now coming to retrieve her from a state penitentiary for the super villains?
General Wessin shook his head as the Warden stopped before a locked and bolted steel door. There was a grate a food tray could be passed through, and a thin observation window to see into the cell, which was extremely dark due to the lack of windows.

The Warden looked to Wessin, “This is it… Chiroptera’s cell. She killed 7 other inmates and two guards on her first day here, Rainer took down four more guards who tried to come to assist in taking Tanya down, we’ve had both in solitary confinement ever sense…”

“I see…” Wessin replied, frowning faintly, killing prisoners, killing guards? It didn’t sound like the Chiroptera he’d once known. He licked his lips, his throat suddenly dry; he cleared it with a cough and finally spoke towards the cell. “General Chiroptera?”

The response was odd to say the least, it sounded like something between the word ‘yes’ and a hiss.

“This is General Andrew Wessin, United States Marine Corp. I’ve been sent by the NSA to take you to a more secure facility so that we can work on you’re… Condition…” He announced.

“Condition…?” Tanya’s voice echoed within the cell, soft, amused and menacing; sending a chill down Wessin’s spine. “And which condition would that be General; my so called psychotic break down? Or the condition you government imbeciles forced me into by denying me access to a geneticist to keep my blood in check?”

Wessin frowned faintly. “You’re to be taken to a facility in Virginia, along with Elizabeth Rainer, you’ll be evaluated and, hopefully, helped so that you can return to society.”

“Society? I’ve been fighting to PROTECT Society from corrupt fools like the men you answer too!” She snarled.

Wessin sighed, it was obvious she either didn’t remember him or didn’t care. “General, I’m ordering you to stand down so that you may be readied for transport. If you do not comply my men are authorized to use whatever force is necessary to bring you under control.”

Tanya was silent for what seemed like ages. “Very well General Wessin… I will comply.”

Wessin nodded to the Warden and his guards readied their weapons in case Tanya tried anything; he didn’t expect she would though, regardless of what she had become, she was still a woman trained on military principle, she still held a code of honor. A third guard approached and typed in the code on the number pad lock on Tanya’s cell. The first of 3 locks now snapped back. He put in the second code and the second bar snapped back, finally reaching out to put in the final code when, with a horrendous crash, the center of the door began to buckle.

“JESUS CHRIST!” The Warden yelped in alarm, staring at the massive dent that was now in Tanya’s Cell door. “Get the LongBow guards up here! NOW!” He yelled into his walkie-talkie as another crash permeated the cell block and another dent appeared in Tanya’s door.

“Chiroptera stand down! DO YOU HEAR ME!? STAND DOWN SOLDIER!” Wessin ordered in his most authoritative voice, permeated and destroyed by the fear underlying it. How strong did you need to be to put dents that big in a door made of 8 inch thick reinforced metal plating?

Foot steps, running up the corridor, two lighter and several heavy sets. Wessin turned to look for the Freedom Corp guards but then; Tch-CHUNK. The entire cell block was plunged into darkness, someone had just caught the power. Wessin now pulled his 45. from the holster at his hip as suddenly all across the prison alarms began to wail of coming danger and then a massive explosive blast that shook the very foundation of the building. Muffled in the darkened hall he heard an intercom announcing the cause through out the facility.

“Arachnos troops have entered the prison! Arachnos Troops have entered the prison! All guards to your stations!” The building trembled with another heavy explosion from somewhere a few floors down before the intercom suddenly fell silent.

Now Wessin noted another sound permeating the darkness that had settled over the corridor… Beeping… It sounded like someone putting the code into a cell number pad nearby. He whirled just in time to hear the third locking mechanism of a door snap back and what looked to be a pair of what looked to be green eyes… No… Goggles, glinting in the dim light shining through the windows lining the dark corridor. He briefly had time to note what he though almost sounded like a cat’s purring before…

“OPEN FIRE!” A voice ordered. The hall was suddenly a blaze with the light of automatic weapons fire as Wessin’s three guards were torn to ribbons by the coordinated fire of several urban assault armored soldiers, marked with black and gold. Standing behind them were three women. Two he didn’t recognize, one clad in a black and red garb and the other in a black leather body glove but the third...

Wearing the same black and grey urban commando attire she was in when captured by the Freedom Phalanx, Elizabeth Rainer stood commanding a group of FANG Gunners who had just decimated Wessin’s guards. The General had barely had time to yank the Warden out of the line of fire and then; finally, the fear that had been lying at his very core since this catastrophe began happened.

With the crash of rending metal and snapping bolt locks, Tanya Chiroptera’s cell door collapsed to the floor. To his relief, it was at this point that power was suddenly restored. One of the women he’d not recognized shouted “Heroes!” before one of the FANG soldiers gave a cry and was slammed into the wall by an energy blast shot by a red and white clad LongBow guard charging down the hall flanked by 6 others, his hands glowing with plasma energy. Wessin turned his gaze to the Warden who looked shaken but other wise unharmed, then looked toward Tanya’s cell.

“Mother of god…” He gasped, staring at the creature looming in the doorway of the cell.

Tanya Chiroptera was once considered ‘to pretty’ for the military, when she was young she was gorgeous, and even after years of heavy combat and violence, her war weary face still had maintained a level of grim but stunning beauty; but a beautiful face couldn’t distract from the effects of unchecked gene alteration that had taken place in her blood while she was stuck in solitary confinement.

Her heavy leather combat boots had been destroyed by taloned bat like feet covered in a coat of dark brown fur. Her jacket sleeves ripped and tattered as her muscles had built up and torn at the fabric, her fingers now shifted to claws long enough to be used to rip human flesh to ribbons. Two long fangs jutted out from behind her upper lip and pressed against her bottom one, her ears had turned longer and pointed, jutting out slightly and her red hued eyes burned with a terrifying fury. Her tanned Native American skin had paled locked away in that windowless cell and her features had distorted into a gruesome animal visage. She now truly resembled some grotesque occult monster; even the LongBow guards and her own soldiers were staring in shocked surprise at the sight of her.

Tanya however only had eyes for the Warden lying at her feet with Wessin. “You see now, don’t you Warden, why I told you I needed genetic treatment… Why I told you if I didn’t get it you’d have to deal with something far worse than a military tactician…? You see… With the proper treatments, my human mind can remain in firm control; but without those treatments, I tend to become a bit… feral.” She said that final word with such a tone of menace and power that it almost sent a shiver down General Wessin’s spine.

Suddenly Tanya swept her long arms out and snatched the Warden up, holding him a good foot and the half off the ground, snarling and fixing her one good eye on his fear filled blues.

“Take her out!” the Lead LongBow guard ordered.

With a crack of gunfire the guard leader collapsed, his head now looking something like a smashed vase as Lieutenant Rainer lowered the rifle she’d taken from the down FANG trooper with a faint smirk while the other LongBow guards stared in horror as a massive pool of blood began leaking out around their leader from the masse hole in his head, his brain matter splattered across the floor looking similar to damp mud knocked from a soldiers shoe.

The Heroes recovered quickly, but not quick enough. The two farthest from the others gave muffled yelps of pain as a pair of FANG Stalkers rose from the shadows behind them, impaling them upon their claws. This left only four guards, wide eyed and stunned by the loss of two more team mates.

Tanya chuckled softly now, at the expressions of the four heroes. “You know Warden, at first I was planning to kill you; but I think it would be far more fun to have you survive and have to explain to the people of this city how your prison managed to be invaded by Arachnos and FANG all in the same day.” She flashed him a smirk and then threw him roughly into what had been her cell, knocking the wind out of his lungs as he slumped to the ground.

Wessin had seen a lot of things; he’d seen his own cousin torn to ribbons when a shrapnel grenade exploded at his feet. He’d seen Rikti bombardments decimate his forces during the war and had watched people reduced to ash of disintegration by the aliens high-tech weaponry; but what Tanya did next, would haunt his mind for as long as he could remember.

As her soldiers closed ranks around the four remaining hero corp. guards the four heroes turned back to back ready for a defiant last stand; a stand which they would not be given the chance to make. Tanya’s legs buckled down like high powered springs before she suddenly leapt over the line of FANG troops. Her massive talon tipped feet came down on top of the only female guard crushing her body into a mass of human pulp and splintered bone upon the floor surrounded by the organs forced out of her body from the strength of the blow. The half-bat monstrosity lashed out with one clawed hand grabbing the LongBow groups second blaster up by his head and squeezing until it splattered like a ripe melon, causing his blood and brain matter to spill over her hand.

The sight of it made one of the other heroes retch, immediately catching her attention, as he emptied his stomach onto the floor a black tendril shot out of the shadows cast by the cell block lights and forced its way down his throat. The red and white clad hero’s body convulsed, horrifying ripping and tearing sounds emanating from him as the tendril tore at his organs from the inside.

With a roar the group of hero’s tanker threw himself at Tanya while she concentrated on the other hero. He knocked her to the ground falling upon her with a pummel of fists. The FANG troops raised their weapons, but Rainer lifted a fist for them to hold their fire. The Tanker gave an agonized yelp as he suddenly began trying to pull away from Tanya while she wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him against her body. Blood was pouring from his neck in rivers till finally she kicked him off and pulled herself up to stand in front of the hulking tank’s blood stained body. Her now crimson tipped fangs she held the torn remains of his larynx.

Wessin noticed a look of shock on Rainer’s face. Obviously she’d thought Tanya would be able to handle herself, but not in such a brutal manner. Chiroptera spat the torn piece of vital organ out of her mouth, sneering at the four heroes bodies as Wessin averted his gaze, the color drained from his face, feeling sick himself now at the sight of the monstrous creature who at one point had been his commanding officer in the military; her once pristine uniform splattered with fresh blood as she turned to her troops and officers then turned her gaze to the general, the same smile he recognized from every successful campaign she ever over-saw now on her blood smeared face. “Sorry to chat and run General but I have a ride to catch; and you know how I hate to be late.” She reached down and plucked Wessin’s forgotten pistol off the floor, hefting it in her hand and clucking with disapproval. “Andrew…. You know better. Standard issue is insufficient.” She tucked the pistol into her belt, gave a little two fingered salute with her clawed hand and made an abrupt about face, moving down the hall and and signaling for her troops to fall in behind her. Leaving the shell shocked Wessin and the unconscious Warden lying dazed in the High Security Cell Block hallway.

Recluse> BLAST! We cannot proceed with phase 1 of my new plan!
Ghost Widow> Why not my lord?
Recluse (sad/nervous uspet voice): I can't find my teddy...

http://www.freewebs.com/cov_fang/index.htm

FANG; a rogue military sect, dedicated to saving humanity from itself. FANG's operative believe humanity is dooming itself to self annihilation; as such they have placed it upon themselves to save those few humans deemed worthy of Salvation.

Sort of a, Ra's Al Ghul and the League of Assassins sort of thing.
The site is still a work in progress but all the basics are there!

Virtue for the win.

My personal policy:
Public RP - Keep it Teen, as said. If you don't know all the people you're RPing with, you shouldn't go into things that might offend someone.

SG RP - So long as you've been given the clear to do so can go as far as rated M.

Private RP - What you do with RP friends is your own business, I don't have a limit here.

As a lover of DC Comics, where you've got 8 different pantheons of gods, all knowing magicians, anthromorphs, a angst ridden hero in black, a go whose invulnerable to everything but glowing red and green rocks and a beefed up cheek with a lasso/bondage fetish.

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS OVERBOARD!

Seriously now; do I think we need more normal super heroes? Hell yes, I'm tired of the magic wizards, the uber ninjas, and the anthros/furries being the majority; but if that's what other RPers enjoy most? More power to them!

I have 7 characters on Virtue, 3 of them are classic heroes, tights, capes and all; and the other 3 are less traditional, but still more common types ( two of them are from the same line as WonderWoman and Thor, mythical beings from on high, and ones a mythical creature). So you see, I run the gambit here; I'd be a hypocrit to complain about one over another.

I do PREFER the traditional heroes, but this is a comic book world, there's room for everything here!

Lady Lumos - Her identity isn't really a secret. Her real name is Leslie Harrison. She's a fashion model, always had a big flair for style and fashion, good looks just made it seem like the ultimate dream job to her so she went with it. She's VERY fastidious about keeping her hero duties and her modeling career seperate. The last time a fashion designer asked if 'Lady Lumos' could model for something instead of Leslie she cut all ties with the designer. She doesn't like the idea of a hero in costume endorsing anything.

Ebony Feline - Investments and wits got her where she is. She ended up falling in love with another hero, who on his untimely demise, left her a sizable amount of money to ensure she never lacked for anything without him.

Rowena Skye - Southern born and bred, her family is one of the "old southern money" families dating back since the days of cotton picking. She now works for an international paranormal investigation agency that also keeps her well paid.

Nocturnae - To be technical, Nocturnae doesn't even need money. She's an immortal entity, while she can be wounded and incapacitated, death isn't part of her vocabulary, and after a couple of centuries of keeping good and evil in balance you tend to kind of horde up cash... Or atleast Nocturnae does since she's greedy as sin.

Lumos is actually quite a happy hero. Granted she's retired now so she's not around often to show it. (( WoW is just more enjoyable than COH for me. )) But she's always been upbeat and tried to be cheerful typically no matter the situation. She's kinda of a mixture to me of Wonder Woman and Supergirl, she knows there's a time to be serious, but she strives to make sure she doesn't get so caught up in the dark side of fighting crime that she loses her sense of humor and enjoyment of what she does.