Damsel_EU

Shadow Sword, join the global chat channel Rapier and we'll get you an invite, whichever characters.

Tyger & Damsel in uniform and also, Pious.

The common material is cotton cloth (although probably with a polymorphic fibre weave) and painted camouflage patterns. Tell you what, I'll set up a screenshot... once I'm done with Image Verification (why does that take so damn long). Afterwards, I can come by and help you out Raven.

Of course you're welcome Stiki. I've added you to the above list and will be in contact later. Meanwhile, why not join the Rapier global chat channel? As for Merrow's question, yes, we've finally agreed on a uniform. The design is ultimately down to the player's choices because we want a splash of individuality, style and taste, not to mention power-related costume additions. So, all your soldier needs is an outfit designed within the 'Camo' theme (Urban Terrain Camouflage in Military Terms). Colours are preset in supergroup mode so you don't have to worry about that (Black & Brown). See Silver-Fox, Damsel or Pious' outfits in-game if you need inspiration. Pictures will soon be on the Handbook.

Pious here, on Damsel's account. We're looking good guys, I'll be online after this message for invites, if you're around. As for forum roleplay, we'll keep it to a minimum and stay on these forums, I think? Keep our stories where it'll be read. As for meetings, I agree with you Hates, commitment's going out of fashion, so we'll keep large SG teaming to organized plot events. However, we're already quite active, on a weekly basis.

1. @Pious (Multi-Archetype)
2. @Damsel (Multi-Archetype)
3. Silver-Fox (Peacebringer, 24)
4. Star-Tyger (Peacebringer, 12)
5. Emily One (AR/EM Blaster, 28)
6. @Shadower (AR/EM Blaster)
7. 777 (AR/Dev Blaster, 12)
8. Velocity Edge (Multi-Archetype)
9. Bullet Man (Psychic Blaster, 12)
0. Retcon (Psychic Defender, 12)
1. Nation (Psychic Blaster, 12)
2. Commander Beet (Multi-Archetype)
3. Colonel Cypher (MA/SR Scrapper)
4. @Cryella (AR/FIRE Blaster)

Pious says he's got your message Franky and yes he would appreciate some assistance. He will do Transient's and Quilty's by tomorrow and you can help out with Phantom's request.

A woman with long white hair materialized beside the winged demon. "You must be Edward. Pious' told me all about you" she said, turning to look towards the Cathedral roof. "They fighting?"

Woo-whoo! Interesting story, me loves it!

I like the story, its interesting.

ICON costumes and fashion superstore, Founders Falls, November 24th

Since the strange man’s visit at the hospital, Rachel had been obsessing over his identity. She traced him to the team of heroes known as the Militia and learnt his codename was the Priest. In her possession were two of his items; a contact card and a metallic eye-plate, the very object that fell from the skies and sent her into a coma. In the privacy of her dormitory, she had even tried it on, pretending to be a super-powered hero.

The doctors said she was no longer an ordinary citizen, they called her a mutant. She was shocked at first, but it soon dawned on her that her prayers had finally been answered. She wasn’t stupid, in fact, she was one of the brightest in her biology class, and she understood perfectly what her body was going through. The doctors said she was morphogenetic, able to observe, analyse and imitate the appearance and abilities of others around her, including objects. It was all very exciting to her and she yearned for a hero to welcome her to the crowd.

That is why she was here, at Paragon City’s finest costumes and fashion superstore, ICON. Several hours later, she was all shopped out and ready for a night out at Pocket D. On her way back to campus, she produced her mobile phone and dialled the Priest.

“Hello” said the Priest; he answered so quickly, the girl was caught off guard.

“Oh, hello” she stammered. “This is Rachel Grey, from the hospital?”

“Yes. Good evening” he greeted.

“Erm, hmm” she stuttered. “Evening” she greeted nervously, followed by an awkward silence. She wanted to invite him out to the nightclub, but simply didn’t know how to ask appropriately. “Erm, you said to call if I needed anything”

“Yes. What do you need?” he asked bluntly.

“Well, erm, err” she stuttered. “I don’t know” she shrugged.

“You’re suddenly super-powered; I would imagine you need mentoring?” asked the Priest.

“Mentoring, okay” said Rachel.

“Alright then” said the Priest. “I will be patrolling the Steel Canyon district on Thursday night, we can meet then.”

“Oh, there are combat simulation facilities at the pocket dimensional nightclub, wouldn’t that be safer?”

The Priest sighed. “I don’t approve of that club, but fine, we’ll use their combat facilities. Come appropriately dressed.”

“See you then” said Rachel, closing her mobile phone. It wasn’t exactly ideal, in fact, it was a little scary, but at last, she had gotten herself a date with a real hero. “After all that effort learning all the city’s heroes by name, face and ability, all it took was a few nights in a hospital,” she joked.

Just then, a muscular, blue-clad hero with a white lion emblem flew past; she looked up and instantly recognized him as Britanic. She watched him closely, putting her abilities to the test. She felt a little dizzy as unused nerves and muscles started to communicate with her brain, and before she knew it, she was defying gravity, slowly levitating at the expense of energy. “Oh god” she prayed, “help!” she whispered, trying her best to calm down. Suddenly, she heard a brick in a nearby wall shatter to pieces. Then another, and another, and suddenly, it dawned on her that she was being shot at! She followed the direction of the shooting and surely, up on a distant rooftop, was a Crey sharpshooter, mistaking her for a hero in civilian clothes. Twenty feet up, she panicked and began to fall, screaming.

Seconds before colliding with the pavement, she closed her eyes, fully expecting to re-open them and find herself at Harvey’s Medical Centre. Fortunately, she was caught by a speeding hero. When she opened her eyes, she was glad to see the man called, “Bulletshield! Oh thank god you came, I was being shot at by that, ahh!” she screamed, after another shot was fired, ricocheting off the hero’s impenetrable skull. Instinctively, the man leapt into the air, bounding from building to building until he reached the sharpshooter. One super-strong punch to the jaw knocked the agent to the floor before being tagged by an arrest beacon. Bulletshield leapt back down to the young lady.

“What is a damsel like you doing around this part of Founders?” he asked.

“I was just on my way back to campus, I guess the shooter confused me for a hero” she replied.

“Paragon University right, I can escort you if you’d like.”

“Thank you” said Rachel, and suddenly, in a blur of traffic lights and street lamps, she was on campus. “I remember now! Bulletshield, your abilities are super strength, invulnerability, phasing and speed through density control,” she said, clearly impressed.

“You sure do read the papers. Have a good night damsel and stay out of trouble,” said the hero, before disappearing in a ball of dust.

“Damsel” said Rachel, decreasing and increasing her own density, “I like that”

(written with Pious)

Somewhere in the Indian Ocean, November 20th

Something brown was floating in the water, bloated. Sharks began to circle it, analysing. Soon, they decided it would do well for breakfast. The waves on the water began to rise as the sharks closed in, then something resembling an arm, jerked about the bloated object, it spun around itself, revealing a mass of hair and a human face; reverend Pious Hunter. He panicked as thought awoken from a nightmare, splashing around in the ocean, coughing out water. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his ribs, causing him to scream out in terror. Before he could act, he found himself underwater, being flung around like a rag doll by a school of sharks. Blood began to leek from his waist; the sharks had chewed out a chunk of his stomach; a normal man would have already been dead. Then again, a normal man wouldn’t usually wake up in the Indian Ocean.

Pious held out his arms and within seconds, his body temperature had dropped to sub zero, dropping further to -90oC, he expelled the cold, instantly freezing the water around him. The predatory fish were killed and encased forever, but so was he.

For the umpteenth time in his life, Pious’ body was thrust back into life. He gathered enough strength, and broke out of his ice tomb, shattered the large iceberg he’d caused into smaller lumps. Cold and naked, he began to swim, all the while morphing his cell structure.

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Harvey Medical Centre, Founders Falls, November 22nd

Having survived his battle with arch-nemesis Alicia Barzini, found his way back to his native dimension and escaped an unfortunate shark attack, Pious Hunter was happy to be back in Paragon City, doing what he feels is his responsibility; protecting the people from harm. He had read in the papers that a young girl was hurt by his falling eye-plate just six days ago and decided to pay her a visit.

A nurse escorted him to bed number 3, where a dark-skinned girl with long black hair lay, sleeping. “She was unconscious for three days, but she came through” said the nurse, “however during her tests, we flagged her as a possible mutant. The specialist doctors ran some further tests last night and the results came in this morning.” The nurse showed several pages on a clipboard to the licensed hero, who stood out against the hospital blue with his black cassock. “Her body is struggling to cope; we fear the mutation may be killing her.”

“A morphogenetic copycat” said the Priest, already making the links “that’s a rare breed”. The nurse simply smiled, then excused herself from the area, exiting through the wall of light blue curtains. The Priest stood still, quietly studying the girl through the slits in his eye-plate. He knew her mutation was likely triggered by the blow to the head, caused by his falling eye plate and similarly to his own past experience, her body was struggling to cope. It occurred to him to attempt a more supernatural healing process that may help her as it helped him several months ago.

Beneath his skin, the Priest began to transform, bringing the DNA strands for empathic healing to the surface. He held out his hands and began to pray inwardly. Moments later, Rachel Grey began to stir; she opened her eyes groggily and noticed the tall man at the foot of her bed.

“You!” she managed, in a hoarse whisper. “Where am I?”

“You’re in a safe place. The Harvey Medical Centre” said the Priest.

“What happened?” asked Rachel. “The last thing I remember is that mask on your face hitting me on the head. Trying to kill me?”

“No,” he replied, moving closer to the girl. “I’m sorry about your pain; I assure you it was an accident. However, the Doctors found strands of evolved genetics in your body. You were struggling to cope with the change, so I helped a little.”

“What do you mean by evolved genetics?” asked Rachel, holding the Priest by the wrist in an attempt to sit up. At her touch, the Priest was hit with a flood of psychic information. He gasped in pain and stumbled backwards. “Oh my god, what did I do?” asked Rachel.

“Nothing, you did nothing” said the Priest, a look of utter disbelief painted across his face. He was clearly shocked by whatever he had seen in his vision. “I must go, but here are my contact details should you need me.” He produced a small chip, positioned it on the bedside unit and disappeared behind the curtains.

(written with Pious)

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Anyway point is, I couldn't care less about this award, and Max really wants it, hehe.

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Lies! lol! As always, I nominate Pious. Those avatars are too awesome!

Thanks for the avatar Pious!

The idea of living off someone else's soul, somebody else's essense, thier person, thier spiritual identity revolted Sicilia. If her muscles could enact emotion, she would appear disgusted by the thought alone. She opened her mouth to respond to the Doctor's proposition but was rendered speechless by the explosion of bricks and debris which ushered in her enraged sister.

"Doctor, in some ways you freed me last night from the grasp of an evil spirit. I believe you met Madrilene Potter. She is a witch, ten centuries old and hungry for eternal youth. Years ago when my sister and I graduated from university, Madrilene attacked me but Alicia came to my rescue. For selfish reasons, I actually welcomed Madrilene into my soul later that same week. What I didnt know is that our souls would be merged together forever and if ever she escaped my body, I would just die."

Sicilia focused her ghostly gaze onto the Doctor, making sure he was listening to what she was about to say. "I died last night because you gave Madrilene reason to leave my body. In fact, Madrilene has been dormant for ten years until your proposition of Chronodyne. Sicilia Barzini would never have dared to cross her sister and meddle with drugs. I never did such thing. It was all Madril's doing. She's possesed me for the past four weeks hungry for some way to get your youth formula. And now you've given it to her." Sicilia paused for a second, making sure her words were sinking in. "If I were't void of emotions, I would be crying along with my sister. Because technically, I'm dead. Dead. Just dead. One of your agents did some magic or something and now, I'm just a zombie. A re-animated corpse. Why? I would have been better of dead! I mean, what am I going to do now? My sister is going to kill you! Right now she is crying her eyes out to blood and she's looking for somebody to blame!"

Two guards outside the Office said something into their comms and the door slowly opened, one enforcer steped out and ushered Doctor Edward into the room.

The soulless remains of Sicilia Barzini sat rigid at her sister's desk, no expressions or emotion greeted the Doctor has he entered, Sicilia was completely empty of heart.

"You look diferent Doctor" she uttered, looking so pale she resembled a black and white motion picture.

Falcon Blitz recieved the message over the intercom and beconed for the enforcers to go downstairs and escort the Doc up to the Office, where she sat waiting.

Brawling the Brawler - Afternoon, Wednesday 18th.

[Warning: Again, the conclusion of this recap contains scenes of gore and extreme violence. Readers under the age of 15 are advised to discontinue.]

The gang began to leave, filing onto the boats in a steady fashion. Suddenly, something unexpected happened. The Back Alley Brawler began to laugh. At first it was quiet, but progressively it turned into an uncomfortable fit.

Spruk and Falcon Blitz quickly returned to the scene, followed closely by four bodygaurds.

"Bunch of psychos, every one of you will rot in hell" the Brawler cursed, knelt over on all fours. "To be honest, I am a little disappointed. New Mafia, a whole syndicate of crimelords, thugs; descendants of the Italian mob." With glorious effort, the Back Alley Brawler leapt to his feet, splashing his own blood across the pavement. "And still, with over thirty of you, you cannot take down one man... one, man."

His words hit a nerve. His gaze met with Falcon's and they locked in immense tension.

"Micheal, Micheal, Micheal. You're getting stupider in your old age" Falcon replied. "Its a shame Arachnos wants you alive, this is such a ripe opportunity to kill you. Nevertheless, its also an opportunity to thank you and the Regulators for forcing the drug market to make Superadine, really, us criminals have benefited so much from you, it suffice to say you've been a great help, your father would have been proud, after all, he was a legendary junkie; drugs was his religion" Falcon watched as the smile faded from the Brawler's face.

The hero took one step towards Falcon and the four bodyguards pounced onto his path, the two bikers taking up the rear to completely surround him. The brawler was enraged, it seemed the insult to his father had hit him hard. He stood at about 7 feet, towering over the four enforcers but only just about taller than the bikers.

"Get outta my way!" he screamed, stomping the ground with immeasurable strength. The entire entourage of New Mafia fell under the earthquake. Spruk's bodyguards fell unconcious before him and Falcon took to the air in the attempt to avoid another stomp.

The bikers, Avalanche and Poison jumped back onto thier feet and struck the Brawler with two blows to the ribs and a combination of jabs, the Brawler flinched in pain but quickly responded with a mighty haymaker. Stones and Rocky, Falcon's two bodyguards withdrew thier dual Uzi's and emptied several more clips into the Brawler, with little effect. Avalanche stumbled back from a well-thrown hook by the Brawler, who turneda round and landed a boot into Poison's face. He bent over and uprooted a boulder from the broken concrete and slammed it onto Poison's head repeatedly. The look in his blood-shot eyes was monstrous, veins shot out across his forehead, still he bashed the biker's skull into a pulp until the boulder crumbled into rubble. He'd left his back open meanwhile, an opportunity that Avalanche took to tackle him to the ground, pounding the Brawler's face with earth-shattering blows. Eventually, the Brawler's head seemed to disappear in the flurry of punches, buried into a crater in the ground.

The immediate area was drenched with dried blood, pieces of flesh and nearby laid the melting corpse of the Longbow Officer. Avalanche returned to his feet, panting. He turned around and offered a hand to Poison, helping him back on his feet. Suddenly, the Brawler climbed out of his crater and leapt high into the air. "You gotta be kidding me" said Poison, as the Brawler came down on him, all his energy totally focused in a two-fist strike to the head. It connected with such force that the ripple effect of energy was felt by the onlooking crimelords. Poison's head sunk deep into his neck, snapping his spinal column, vertebra by vertebra. The man slumped into the ground instantly, like a fallen log.

"Noooo!" Spruk screamed, flying into the melee with his guns cocked. His henchmen were expendable pawns, but he hated it when his pawns fail. In his fit of anger, Spruk produced his modified Mark XiX Desert Eagle fixed with a .50 action express cartridge modified with hollow tips filled with explosive chemicals.

Avalanche bent low and wound up a vengeful finishing blow so powerful it connected on the Brawler's jaw, rippled across facial muscles, tearing several ligaments and cutting his tongue. The punch sent the hero flying across the pavement, completely knocked-out. Just as he hit the floor, Spruk empties two well-aimed shots through the Brawler's monstrous chest. The bullets explode on impact, pouring deathly corossive chemicals eating through his internal organs.

Descending from the air, Spruk rushed over the fallen hero and kicks him hard in the pelvis. "You're gonna rot in an Arachnos jail this time, death is no escape. And I, I'll be living off the bounty. Tell that to the Statesman!"

The Execution - Afternoon, Wednesday 18th.

[Warning: As usual, this story recap contains scenes of gore and extreme violence. Readers under the age of 15 are advised to discontinue.]

Shadows. Regions of darkness where light is blocked. The demoness within Falcon Blitz was only too well-known for her mastery over darkness and the manipulation of fear. Her name was Madrilene Potter and this was her hour.

It was now late afternoon and on the central portico of Liberty Isle stood the legendary giant known as the Back Alley Brawler, talking with one other Longbow Official. The mission was to capture the hero and deliver him to Arachnos, an Italian fascist group who control the Etoile Islands, dubbed as the city of villains.

"I am very impressed with the work that Longbow is doing here on the Island" said the Brawler, an African-American giant costumed in nothing more than brown jeans, a black vest and two silver gauntlets fitted onto the fists to enhance his energy output.

"Thank you sir, it is an honour to have you here with us today" replied the Longbow Officer, grinning from ear to ear.

"I was kinda disappointed though, we were supposed to meet at a Longbow base of operations" said the Brawler.

"True. On behalf of the group, I must apologi-ahhhh" screamed the Longbow Officer, his words interjected by the sheer pain as pellets of chorosive chemical hit the side of his head, slowly melting away his face. "Ahhh. Its Spruk, security alert, secuurri". His voice trails off as the chemicals sever his jaws skinless, melting the very bone off its hinges like dissolving clay.

In the time it takes to blink, the afternoon skies had eclipsed in shadow. The Back Alley Brawler could only up in amazement. Falcon Blitz had trapped her target in a dome of shadow, no light could enter and nothing was visible.

However one thing was clear, the invading army of Spruk's gang and Falcon's crew stood at one end of the umbrella while the prey stood, petrified in terror at the other.

"Execute him" came the demonic voice of Madrilene Potter.

From the barrels of over twenty guns, bullets flew blindly onto the prey, followed closely by moltovs and explosive clips. The sparks of light as bullets shot out of gun barrels lit up to the darkness like probelights in a cinema, the smell of gunpowder quickly circulated under the sixty-foot wide dome of shadows.

Minutes later the Back Alley Brawler finally fell to his knees, decorated with cuts and bruises. He resembled a chinoise sieve with over a hundred bullets embedded in every muscle, gaping holes across his legs and arms. Yet, the man fought to return to his feet, he struggled in his own pool of blood, slipping and sliding like a pathetic child. Falcon Blitz ordered to seize fire as she lowered her dome of shadows, allowing the bright sunlight back over the portico.

Spruk gently licked his lips in excitement, he was clearly entertained, watching the hero scream in excrutiating pain, struggling in sheer agony to stand on hiw two feet.

Suddenly, two motorcycles came roaring from the direction of the boats. They climbed over the stairs and up the portico to meet the hero. Dismounting, one could notice the daunting size of the bikers, tatooed from head to toe.

"Avalanche, Poison" Falcon Blitz called, "Arachnos are on thier way to collect him, make sure he doesn't move"

The two bikers nodded in acknowlegdement and took position over the hero, who was still struggling to stand.

Getting to the Back Alley Brawler - Mid-afternoon, Wednessday 18th.

A glowing lump of green lay on a beach, oozing. The afternoon sun burnt at the unconcious body of Spruk, eating away at the layers of rotten flesh.

Far across the ocean, on the horizon, three speedboats shoot across the waters arriving at the beach within seconds. A gang of thugs emerge from the three boats, alighting onto the fine sand of Liberty Isle.

Dressed for the summer in her white vest and tight shorts, Falcon Blitz stepped off the boat and ordered Spruk to be resusitated. The twenty-three year old man coughed up all sorts of maggot-ridden bile as he jumped back to life.

"Falcon Blitz, thanks for coming" he spluttered, climbing to his feet.

"You said the Brawler's here, on Liberty Isle?" asked Blitz.

"Yeah, he's up on the central portico talking with a Longbow Officer. There is a contract on him, issued by Arachnos to Crimson Revenant, the hero hunter. Obviously he knew whoever did the job would take a lot of heat from the Paragon City government, so he passed it to me. I figured the Brawler would be well-guarded. To get to him, we first had to create a distracdtion. I flew to Sharkhead Isle, and stole a number of Cage Consortium explosives.

"Came back in Nerva, and planted them at the Longbow base intended to recieve the Brawler. I made my escape and triggered the explosives, left a blasted mess in my wake" Spruk paused, licking his lips with a mutated tongue the length of a snake. "Now the Back Aley Brawler's welcome was certain to be less secure. They brought him here, to Liberty Isle, they have'nt had the time to muster a new security regiment, but there are a few of them littered around the perimeter. I was shot down from the skies right after I called the Mansion. Falcon, we have to hurry, if they get word to Brawler that the Gang's here for a hit, they'll scram"

"Alright" said Falcon. "But just as my sister would, I too will hold this favour on you"

Falcon's long white hair rose up into the air, her eyes glowed bright white and her face turned pale. Her shadow sprung to life, intensifying into a large void of pure darkness. The evil demoness living within Falcon Blitz had taken over. She turned to her henchmen and barked orders.

"Keep to my shadow, we'll clear the perimeter and isolate the hero. Silence your guns or use melee strikes. Lets go."

One-by-one the guarding Longbows were eliminated under the cover of shadows, some were knived and others were axed. Four enforcers sniped away from range, clearing a path up to the Back Alley Brawler.

Falcon Blitz merely watched the madman. She waited a short while before disappearing in a whirlwind of smoke and shadow.

"Tommy Furr could'nt make it. I came instead, make sure you don't do anything stupid. Where d'you want the hostage?" asked Blitz, phone in hand.

The pale faced woman emerged from the beach house dragging Marcon'e wife by her hair. She walks onto the edge of the cliff and dials Sionis cellphone.

"Come on its me Blitz, pick up the phone, I have the target"

The Kidnapping

As the lights went out, the darkness befell the night. Guards around the Marcone mansions ran around frantically looking for temporary sources of light. The party crowd ran about the grounds nervously, blindly searching for one and another. People triped on objects, others trod on the fallen like an aimless stampeed. It was utter chaos.

A young woman, dark hair and fair skin managed to escape the paniced crowd and raced across the fields towards a small beach house. She struggled to carry her long flowing red dress above the ground, struggled to run in her high heels, struggled to see through the beautifully carved wooden mask across her eyes. Yet, through sweat and blood she reached the small house on the beach and without hesitation hid inside. She pulled out a cellphone and dialed her husband, panting.

"Tony, whats happening? All the lights have gone out!" she whispered. "Don't tell me this is another hit, you said the Families were at peace. Why can't I just have a happy birthday for once in my life?"

Suddenly, at the corner of her eyes, Tony Marcone's wife saw something move in the dark.

"Oh my god, Tony someone's in here with me, please hurry. I came into the beach house, like you told me to" she whispered, fear eating away at her words. She thought she heard something behind her, like a silent whisper. Slowly, she turned around to meet a pale white face glaring at her from across the room. Something in the gaze completely held her petrified, her cellphone slipped out of her hands, Tony Marcone could be heard shouting from the other end.

"Barzini... Don Barzini" she muttered, crashing to the ground like a fallen log.

"Sorry" came the replied, "wrong twin"

I nominateth Pious for his 10-part story The Dragon Sabre

I know he has enjoyed writing them and is even editing them thanks to FearyFire. I just really enjoyed reading them, however short they were so I'll keep nominating for them, which ever months he posts new ones. Doesn't really matter if he doesn't get it anyway, Pious doesn't need a Creative Genius title to tell him what he is.