Derek_Holden

Derek lives about 250 yards east-north-east of the gate to Atlas Park. It's a house with steps up to the door and one of those thingies made of fabric that blocks the sun and sits above doorways and patios and stuff, it's green. (Enter: my poor english vocabulary)

See you tonight

... and when exactly? is it 1830 - 1930 as UltraNova says or 1900 - 2000 as LotusX says? Or just evening-ish...?

I'll stop spamming now

Eh.... Be where? =P

Derek'll be there.

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...i doubt you would go to a club and then go "hi, can i buy you a drink, and maybe later we can go beat up some thugs?"...

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What? That's my standards pick-up line IRL...

Or you could always check mine out. =)

Project I-15

[OOC] I had a thought about writing all of our militia stuff together to some kind of a short-story or something like that. Is that something any of you would be interested in? Besides all of your own great pieces of writing here in this thread, maybe writing down some... guidelines in lack of a better word. Like a list of stuff your char's have been doing lately. I don't know if you know what I mean but something like:

¤ Killed some clockworks
¤ Got a good talk with Blitz Arrow
¤ Thinks Derek is a real looker, and nice too =P
¤ Had a fight with Masked Angel over a miss I did in a battle against some skulls.
¤ Went home and had a beer and nights sleep filled with nightmares
¤ Blah
¤ Blah

Just something to refer too when I write.

Just a thought.


Comments?

June 9th.
Atlas Park. 3013 Hyperion Way. Apartment 10, 2nd floor
Yessi's house.

Derek tried the handle of the apartment door. He frowned when he found it unlocked and stepped inside.
"Yess!? You there?" He took of his boots and went further inside and walked into the living room.

"Yeah I'm here bro" His sister's muffled voice was heard from the bathroom. "I'll be right out."

"You know you shouldn't keep your door unlocked like that." Derek reproached her and walked out into the kitchen and opened the fridge to look for a beer. He reached for a bottle but stopped and turned around. "Do you have any wine sis?" He shouted too her.

"What? I didn't hear you." Derek heard the shower was on. He went closer and opened the door slightly. "I said, do you have any wine?" He repeated.

"You? Are You, asking me for wine?" His sister poked her head out of behind the shower curtain with a very sceptical look on her face.

"Yeah I thought we'd enjoy some fine wine together, brother and sister. Is that so wrong?" Derek smiled.

"Ok... now I know something’s wrong with you. I'll be done in a minute. I have a bottle of red in the cupboard next to the fridge." His sister turned the shower back on and Derek went out in the kitchen. He found the bottle and rummaged a while through her drawers to find a corkscrew. He found one and tried to open the bottle, after some cursing and hitting the air with his fists the bottle was finally open. He threw the piece of the bottles neck in the garbage and mopped up the wine spilt on the floor from when he cut the bottle open with his claws. Poured himself and his sister a glass each and carried the glasses out into the living room just in time for his sister to emerge from the bathroom.

He put the glasses down and turned around to give her a hug. “Hi sis. Great to see you.” She returned his hug and kissed him in the cheek.

“Great to see you too Dek. I see you found the wine.” She sat down in the couch and Derek joined her. “So how are things with you?” She asked and took a sip of the wine.

“It’s good you know. This Militia thing is turning out to be great, loads of nice people. I get to bash loads of Outcasts and Trolls.”

“Any new friends? God knows you could need some instead of hanging around my house all the time.” His sister smiled and punched him on the shoulder.

“Ouch!” Derek jolted but smiled. “Damn, that hurts. I got shot there yesterday you know. Some thug with a shotgun.” Yessi looked worried and was about to say something but Derek continued. ”But it’s alright. It heals fast… Remember that guy I told you about on the phone. The guy that I went out drinking with a couple of times last week. Well… I don’t know how too say this but since I started now I guess that I can’t stop talking now… Anyway. He kinda thinks I’m a mutant…” Derek fell into silence as he waited for his sister to react too the shocking news.

Yessi did look kind of shocked and said with doubt in her voice. “A mutant? But… what… who… What?”

“Yeah he told me I should have figured out years ago when… when I started to grow claws and all. But I never really thought about it that way.”

“Claws!?! Derek, what the hell are you talking about? You’re off with some strange para-military organisation for three weeks and you come back telling me you have claws?!?”

“Calm down sis.” Both Derek and his sister was standing up now and Derek grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “I said, calm… down…” Yessi let her shoulders dropped and she sat down in the couch again. “Look. Sis. I’ve always had them, the claws. I never showed you… or… … mom and dad… I thought they would be mad at me because they were sharp and dangerous.”

“You’ve always had them? But how? Where? When? This is not easy to take in you know…” Yessis shock had faded and been replaced with some kind of sceptic acceptance. “Show me.”

“Huh?”

“Show me. I want to see them. I can handle it. You’ve told me about them and I haven’t died, I think I can manage a look at them.”

“Sure sis.” Derek looked sceptical but did as he was ordered. He stood up and let the claws slide out from the top of his hands. Yessi looked as she was about to faint but composed herself and stood up next too her brother.

“What…? What are they… I mean how or… I don’t know. Are they sharp?” She put a finger forward and meant too touch them. Derek immediately retracted the claws on that hand.

“Very sharp. I wouldn’t recommend touching the sharp side.” He slid the claws out again. Yessi stretched her hand out again and felt the claws.

“Gross bro.” Yessi smiled suddenly. “You’ve got claws coming out of your hands you freak.” Yessi started laughing. At first Derek felt a sting of hurt when his sister called him a freak. That was what that girl Sabrina had said. But that feeling disappeared soon when his sisters laugh made him smile as well.

“Hell yeah I’m a freak. And proud of it.” He retracted the claws and hugged his sister again. “Damnit sis. I love you. I could probably tell you I just nuked half of Paragon away and you would just call me a big silly wouldn’t you?”

Yessi hugged Derek right back. “Of course I would. I love you too, freak or no freak.” They let go of each other. “So. You have any other super powers, Mr. Mutant-man?”

“Well nothing remarkable. I run fast and jump high… I’ve always done, you know that. Just figured I was fit but now Force Commander tells me that is because of my freakiness as well. I heal fast and I can take a lot of beating before I actually get hurt. Always thought that had to do with me being a mean fighter but again… Force says it’s my ‘mutation’. Says he can read my ‘aura’ or whatever. And I guess that’s it sis… I’m still the same old Derek you know.”

“I know you are bro. The strangest part is that I’m not freaked out about it any longer. I mean I was in shock just now. Only lasted a minute or… But it just seems, I don’t know… natural or something.”

“Thanks Yess. That really means a lot to hear. Really.”

Derek and his sister continued talking though the evening and woke up the next morning, best of friends and as if things were as they had always been.

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A good story. I like it. I guess that since the Project is the factor behind your exoskeleton Vlostok is fammilliar with your background story already. Otherwise a simple background checkup is quite easy for a high officer. I look forward too meeting you ingame. I think we should set a date soon.

Saturday is off for me. IRL reasons. I'll be on maybe a short while. I need to speek to someone IC.
Sunday. Fine
Monday. Fine by me
Tuesday. Fine
Wednesday. Fine by me.
Thursday. Militia night.
Friday in a week. Fine I guess. I seldom plan that far ahead.

Get back to me =)


Regards.

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A life of violence and war was all that lay ahead…Ben liked that.

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Guwahahahaha *evil laughter(tm)*

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This site is good for uniform references. See what you can create or modify in iCON.

http://www.sovietarmy.com/uniforms/

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Thank you Comrade. I will keep this link for when I get an extra costume slot later. Our uniform at the moment is a bit more combat-based. But it would be nice to have a uniform for formal occasions.


Regards.

Sounds good. The wife will be raiding Molten Core in WoW friday night so I'll be free to sit by the compy.

See you ingame!

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Hollows Patrol Thanks for the response Dante. Does anyone else have any views?

Battleflag

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Derek is always keen on pounding thugs in the Hollows, gotta keep ones hood clean right. Thumbs up from me.


Regards.

Sounds really cool both of them. I'm not fammiliar with 40k, only played FB so as far as I'm concerned that scrapper is not a stolen idea at all

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Vlostok

I'll make a character from scratch and try to lev him quickly so he can work alongside you. Are there any particular ATs you would prefer me to choose from? The only one I don't want to play in particular is medic as I'm doing that in The Militia.

Would you like a Russian sounding name or doesn't that matter?

Battleflag

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It doesn't really matter what name you have I think. It would be nice to work alongside a countryman but since we are in america any name could do. Naming your char with your last name might be a good idea imo since it makes it natural for you to be "Corpral <insert last name>" or with some other title.

No AT preferenses really. If you want to be more standard soldier like, like myself, of course you'd prefer an assault-rifle blaster, but it's entirely up to you.

Hope to see you soon. And maybe if you're online other hours than me you could keep a lookout for a player named "psycom" he's going to join the Project but we keep missing eachother .


Regards

This is Liuetenant Colonel Dragan Vlostok reporting to all new recruits and interested parties that Project I-15 is now officialy registered with the Paragon authorities.

I will set a time and a date in the near future for a meeting so I can enlist you in the Project.

I hope to see you all at this meeting so we can, get this show on the road, as you americans say.

Dismiss!

I put together some quick not-very-thought-through ideas for modified armor for different AT's.

Blaster (MegaMan style)

Defender (Medic in lighter armor... it looks crapy but it's just a suggestion)

Troller

Scrapper

Tanker (I ran out of ideas for this one so it looks kinda plain. A few mod's though. I tried to make the armor look heavier, also the char is heavier built)


I don't have acces to Warshades and Peacebringers since I don't have any lv50 chars so I didn't make armors for those. I also have no idea about the abilities that they have so I can't really figure any armor mods out either.


Regards.

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An interesting idea. Now that I7 is out will you be changing the uniform? Wouldn't a medic be likely to have lighter armour than a heavy weapons or assault trooper? Just a thought on some variations on look and how Ats could fit.

I think all ATs would fit even if it meant just putting Tech down as origins.

I do like the uniform/soldier idea but I wonder how restrictive it would feel in game? Maybe it would be good, sort of a band of brothers thing?

Count me as interested but I'd like some more info about the SG and how my behaviour/character would be restricted?

Let me know and I'll see about creating/converting a character.

I've toyed with a S.H.I.E.L.D kind of idea. this sounds similar and more original.

Battleflag

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I'm all for any creative ways of fitting in all origins that people wants to play. The only reason I haven't given any AT-specific armors is that I only made a blaster i.e a soldier and as such I wear heavier armor than for example a medic. I did make a Troller wearing the armor just too see how it look and I excahanged the "Full Helm" for "normal head(?)" with glowing eyes and the "reaper" mask. It looked pretty good actually. He was mind controller I think and I felt it made sense that the helmet was obstructing his powers.

As for the behaviour of your character it depends on what style your playing. The Project recruits both normal military personell(soldiers, medics et.c.) and heroes (All char's are heroes but you know what I mean). I guess heroes and super-powered people would act as more of a special unit with their more unique powers.

As far as general behaviour goes I think people should act as soldiers. This is a military organisation after all. I don't know if anyone (including me) has the energy to pull of a large scale, proper IC recruiting "camp" (Although that would be quite interesting. "How tall are you soldier?!? Five foot, nine. Sir! Holy dogshit, I didn't know they stacked [censored] that high!"), and if so your chars should already be used to military dicipline and such.

As far as different types of attacks goes I've been thinking about stuff like fitting, say an energy-blaster in (instead of the easy-to-fit Assault Rifle-blaster). Costume-parts like the "robotic Arm" with a "Tech"-skin on it would be cool. Instead of the standard rifle, the tech-department has built an arm-cannon (kinda like "Mega-Man"(tm) ).

Now I've been writing alot and I probably missed alot of what I planned to say. But more posts will come.


Regards!

Thank you Rec Commissar. I look forward to working with you in the future.

//Liuetenant Colonel Dragan Vlostok

Hi Jay. I sent you an email about my Supergroup. Project I-15. It's not officialy started yet but I only have one more level to go before I'm lv10 and can actually create the SG.

Anyway more details in the email I sent you.

I am also available on PM here on the forums if you need anything answered.


Regards!

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Vlostsok, your English is a lot better than a lot of English people's...

...Well done!

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Wow... thank you Battleflag. *Happy*


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It's also about a million times better than my Swedish

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Hehe, lol
Where are you from?

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Ok.. then... I guess he's taking a shower somewhere else then. Maybe at the Militia Base if that is up and running. He didn't take a shower at his house bacause the Hollows hasn't got the best apartment maintanance. only a technicality though...

I'm glad you like it... I'll keep posting whenever I do something rp:y in game.


Regards

June 3rd
The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Dereks Home.

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Waking up today wasn’t as bad as waking up yesterday. It was much worse. He opened his eyes, slowly and got hit in the eye by a sunbeam slipping through his window blinds.

“Ouch! Owww my head…” He thought when he shifted his head to the side to avoid the sharp sunlight. “Force Commander is not a healthy man to hang out with” He stated and slowly looked around the room.

He groaned. “Holy [censored]! What the hell is that smell? Oh… Ugh… Now I remember… My threads I wore to the sewers last night… Why didn’t I just chuck them away… I don’t even want to touch them now but the stench is killing me. And my head… That's really killing me. Damn him and his wine and “the finer points in life”.” He heard Force Commanders voice when he thought that last sentence… “The booze did one hell of a job though, easing the thoughts of this mutant business… But I gotta get rid of those rotten clothes…”

He got up from his bed that he actually managed to get to when coming home this morning and walked over to the disgusting pile of clothes that was littered in a corner. He shot out his claws and picked up the clothes with them, carried them to the window and threw them out. The smell got him feeling nauseous and he ran out too the bathroom and threw up.

“Ah hell… I feel like [censored]… I’m gonna take a shower…” He got up from the bathroom floor, flushed the toilet and went back to his bed to look in his drawers for some fresh clothes. He found some really old clothes that he hadn’t worn for a few years. “What the hell…. At least they’re clean… But I’m buying new ones after I’ve showered.” He checked his wallet to see if he had any cash. “I’ve got enough I hope….”

He got dressed, went outside and headed towards the Paragon Public Baths.

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First I’d like to say that I hope you guys like my writing. I’m not born with English as language(I’m from Sweden) so some parts might be grammatically incorrect and I do feel my vocabulary is not enough sometimes.

For example in this text above in the last sentence… Is “Public Baths” a proper word/concept/whatever?? I was just improvising…. I am talking about a big building containing a few swimming pools, locker rooms, maybe a sauna and a hot-tub. People come there, pay and swim around in silly looking underwear. Public baths… I dunno… just a little foot note on the shortcomings of the writers linguistic skills.


Regards.

The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Dereks home.

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Lying on the floor with his arms wrapped around one of the tables legs, his legs on the couch and a torn carpet on top of him, Derek slowly began waking from his sleep. He let go off the table, let his feet drop down to the floor and threw the rug into a corner.

“Holy hell” He muttered to himself. “I think my head is about to explode. What the hell did I do last night.”

He slowly got up from the floor and slumped down on the couch and grabbing a beer from the small refrigerator standing next to it, cracked open the bottle and took a long, sweet, cold gulp.

“Damn my wrists and legs are killing me…My whole body is for that matter. But that’s probably due to all the fighting last night. I should have slowed down once in a while but I couldn’t let the others see that. They’re all super and [censored], I’m just… Holy [censored]! What did that armored, robot-guy say again? A mutant… [censored], crazy talk, but it didn’t sound so bad at the casino last night. What the…? I was at the casino… Yeah that’s right and he bought loads of that wine….. champagne yeah that was it. And lord knows how much money I spent... No more food for me this week.”

As he was thinking out loud to himself he took another sip of the beer, put the bottle on the table and got up to check the kitchen for anything left to eat.

“I really drank too much last night… What was he really talking about that guy. Force Commander was it… Something about mutagenic reactions and forcefields and hell knows what. But he really thinks I’m a mutant. ‘Course he mentioned it during the mission as well and it creeped that chick out, Sabrina I think it was or dragonfly or whatever. What was she wearing anyway… some kind of fetish thing I’m sure, not that it was unpleasant to watch though and she handles that sword of hers really good… She called me a freak when Force Commander said I was a mutant… But maybe I am. A freak. He told me I should have given some thought on where my claws came from but what the hell. I was busy fighting and never thought about it so what… A mutant. Heh… still crazy talk.”

Derek had just begun to cook some pasta in his rather tiny kitchen. Empty boxes previously containing all sorts of canned and dry food littered the floor and the workspaces. He let one claw out and listened to the distinct but familiar sound and began stirring the boiling pasta with it.

“What if I am a mutant… Is that so bad? He said that thing about me being tough as well. I can take a punch, yeah… I always figured it was because I was a rough [censored] but now I’m not so sure…. I mean I’m tough, sure but because of a mutation? I didn’t think this [censored] happened to normal people. I mean sure the Trolls getting doped up on that Dyne [censored] and getting all freaked out and twisted and weird but me? I haven’t done anything… sure I smoked a few, but a mutant from beer and "J". Nah hells no…. Crazy talk. Again…”

The pasta was done and he retracted the claw and took out a strainer to drain the water from it. He took out a semi-clean bowl from a cupboard and a fork from a drawer and sat down in the couch again, eating pasta and gulping down more beer.

“I better speak with him again… With a clear mind. Not drunk on all that… what did he say? Dionysos-something-whatever… I gotta look that up somewhere, what it means. Damn I wonder if he bought me all that wine too make me swallow the whole mutant [censored] easier… Hell I’m going nuts over this [censored]. I gotta go find him… Next meeting not until Monday or was it Tuesday… Maybe some of these Militia dudes know anything about where to find him… I guess I’ll go hang around that statue a while today.”

He finished his bear and left the bottle on the table along with the bowl of half-eaten pasta and went out to walk to Atlas Park.

Given name: Derek Venis

Hero name: <none>

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Powers: Claws, Fitness(speed), some basic brawling abilities(brawl and Kick) and a resistance to physical damage.

Description of Powers: Besides from him being quite a good brawler and having a good physique from growing up on the streets of the Hollows, very little is known about Dereks powers. He's not quite sure what to make of them himself. He's just been going along with what nature has given him... if nature really is the cause of it.

Personality: Former gang member as he is, he's cocky, self-secure(at least on the surface) and hot-headed.

Physical Description: Brown eyes, brown hair with an almost invisible tint of dark green. a little under 6' tall and with a rather thin build.

History/Backstory: Born and raised in Paragon. The hollows to be more specific. Did well his first years, went too school, played with friends and so on until more and more gangs started showing up. He got into bad company and ended up with the Outcasts. Did some petty theft, smoked some dope, robbed some civilians. One day he was on an errand for one of the local bosses with some money that was supposed to go to a sort of allied gang. He delivered the money and as he was heading back to the Outcasts "base" he heard a loud explosion and a rumbling noise. He thought that something big must have blown up and got curious, following the sound he got closer and closer to the neighbourhood where his own house was. His steps got faster and at the last bloch he was running in nothing less than a panic. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his former apartment building in ruins and with rock dust filling his lungs with each strained breath he realized he had lost his parents and his home.

He later found out that the Outcasts had a drug-lab in the basement of his building and during a shoot-out with a rival gang of Trolls the lab had gone up in smoke, taking the whole building with it.

He roamed the streets for weeks, fighting with almost every gang member he saw and eventually, starving, dehydrated and worn out he collapsed in an old abandoned apartment. He stayed there for a year, plotting how to get his hands on the boss that was responsible for the lab.

One day he woke up by the faintest of sounds. He bolted to the door and flung it open but the hallway was empty. The only thing he found was a small brown envelope that had been slid under the door. He opened it and in short the message was: "From "The Militia" to Derek. We've kept an eye on you. Your powers are impressive. The militia needs you. Be at the statue of <The heroinne raising her hand towards the sky> on thursday at 1900 hours. Don't be late."

"I wonder what the hell this is." Derek thought and looked at the clock on the wall. 18.45. "Hmm it's Thursday today. I wonder who the hell sent this. Only one way to find out... I'd better get moving."