Ex_Libris

While on an expedition to Africa, Samantha Miller’s plane went down due to mechanical failure. They crashed in the heart of the African Congo, the deepest darkest part of the African jungle. All aboard the small craft were killed, except for Samantha. She survived for days around the wreckage.
One day while scavenging for food, she heard a low growling from near by foliage. Fearing a wild animal attack she pulled out the flare gun she had been using to defend herself with thus far, but it was no mere animal. In a flash a large beast had leapt from the jungle. A large hand slapped the trembling flare gun from her hand, and it went flying into the dense underbrush.
Samantha looked over the large beast seeing that this was not the wild animal she expected. From her account the beast stood a good seven to eight feet tall, simply towering over her. Orange and black stripped fur, would say it was a tiger, but the fact that it was standing upright and in the shape of a man, would scare her even more then some simple wild animal.
The large man beast sneered at her and growled low and menacingly. She bolted towards the wreckage of the plane in the hopes to hide within it, but the beast quickly ran down his intended prey, pouncing down on her. Fearing she was about to be eaten and the fact that this “Thing” was half man she pleaded for her life. She was soon about to find out just how wrong she was about his intended plans for her.
The tiger man then ***** Samantha there in the small clearing. He had his way with her for some time before suddenly stopping and he vanished back into the deep dark jungle as quickly as he appeared. Soon after the large man beast had gone, a rescue party entered the clearing finding Samantha there in the sad state the beast had left her in, weeping quietly.
Once back in the “Civilized” world she soon found out the extent of the Tiger man’s sexual attack, as doctors informed her that she was pregnant. Nine months later Alexis Miller was born. She was born as she is now, with orange and black striped fur covering her body. Doctors were baffled by her. Was she a mutant, or A Natural? Without knowing the fathers background it was hard to tell, but that didn’t stop them from trying. She spent much of her early life poked, and prodded, tested, and tested on. By all accounts she seemed like a normal little girl.
Finally her mother had had enough of the test and wanted to try and give Alexis a normal life, moving to Paragon City. Where heroes were in abundance and it was not so odd a thing to see a little tiger girl. Kids will still be kids and she was teased and picked on though her school life. That is until she hit puberty. That’s when she got her temper that seemed on the level of an actual tiger. With that and her claws she would put fellow students in the hospital… Needless to say she was taken from regular school and was in trouble with the law for her attacks.
Her mother had a tutor come and teach her. This tutor was an elderly Asian woman named Lynn Hun. Ms. Hun taught Alexis who she called “Miss Tigress” in the basic school lessons, and then some. She taught her the majesty that is the legacy of the Tiger. She also taught her how to curb her wild temper and focus it for the purpose of good for her fellow man, teaching her how to fight and defend herself but not lose it. Alexis regarded Ms. Hun as her mentor and Ms. Hun thought of her as a daughter.
Her actual mother worked a lot. Trying to give Alexis the best life she could. She was employed by Crey Industries in a research and development lab. One day Alexis was shopping with Ms. Hun on the side of town where her mother worked when she suddenly froze with fear. Ms. Hun asked her what was wrong and Alexis’s eyes turned towards her mothers work building. It exploded without warning taking it and the buildings surrounding it down in a huge pile of rubble. Bricks, glass and rubble rained down on the market they were in. People ran screaming for cover, but Miss Tigress stood there horrified by what she saw, and when a brick or chunk of building seemed like it would hit her, without even looking at it, she simply stepped aside avoiding it.
Heroes came to the people’s aid, including the great Statesman. Statesman was actually the one who carried out the body of Alexis’s mother. Who was standing there with Ms. Hun comforting her and trying to turn her away, but she remained firm as the cities greatest hero approached her. She looked up at him a tear in her eye as she held out her arms and The Statesman laid her mother in her arms. He made a sad face and reached out putting his hand on her shoulder. They seemed to share a moment silently and then he turned and went back inside.
The official report from Crey Industries is that the 5th column broke in and took hostages and planted bombs around the building and demanded highly classified research that Crey scientists were working. Crey negotiators were trying to defuse the situation and would have been successful if not for some heroes that showed up and started to plow through the building fighting with the 5th soldiers in standard hero fashion. The leader of the 5th soldiers fearing a loss at Hero hands instead opted for death and blew up the building. Numbers dead; 57 Crey Employees, 25 5th Column Soldiers, and 5 Heroes. The bodies of the heroes and Employees were recovered, but instead of a standard autopsy Crey Industries instead very charitably paid for all funeral expenses and even erected a huge monument in honor of those that died. None of the bodies of 5th soldiers were recovered, but some 5th Column standard equipment was found. Crey industries released that that bomb they used was a high powered fusion bomb that simply incinerated all the soldiers that were held up in a room with the bomb.
Ms. Hun took Alexis in and continued her training. Alexis was introduced to many of Paragon Cities finest dojo masters in and martial arts masters, as Ms. Hun was very well connected in the Asian community. Alexis was saddened with the loss of her mother as they had always been very close, but that moment with The Statesman had seemed to set a determination in her to be one of the Cities greatest heroes.
Then came that fateful day when portals seemed to open up all over the city. The Rikti Invasion was at hand. All during that day Miss Tigress’s hack seemed to stay raised. She knew this didn’t fair well for the city. Her and Ms. Hun were helping people in China town get to cover in preparation for the worst case scenario… That scenario was correct. The Rikti attacked. They seemed everywhere. People were dieing left and right of her buildings were destroyed where they once stood tall and proud, now there was rubble and carnage everywhere. Miss Tigress was surprised that Ms. Hun was actually a very skilled fighter as they fought side by side along with other Asian heroes in China town. The Rikti finally proved to be too much and people fled, as they waited for the civilians to reach safety a majority of the Asian heroes were killed holding the rear. Including, Ms. Hun, who as Miss Tigress was knocked off her feet by some sort of grenade, dove in the way of a Rikti Solder who was bringing his rifle to bare on her. The rifle went off but the blast hit Ms. Hun instead of Miss Tigress. Alexis screamed and suddenly lost it as she saw her friend and mentor fall to the ground a smoky hole in her chest.
She let out a deafening roar and with claws extended leapt at Ms. Hun’s murderer. She gave the poor Rikti Solder no mercy as she sliced him to ribbons. She continued to beat on his dead body and would have continued for some time if not for the weak call of her name. She spun around and saw Ms. Hun reaching for her. She ran to her side supporting her head. Ms. Hun scolded her for losing her temper and told her to always keep her wits about her, and that being to mindless in a fight would ultimately be her undoing if she didn’t learn to curb her temper. She then told her that she loved her and let out her last breath. Miss Tigress then spent the rest of the Rikti invasion clutching Ms. Hun’s body and crying there in the rubble of a section of town now known as Boom Town.
In the years after the initial attack, Miss Tigress lived in the blown out sections of the city, as her father must have in the jungle. She was feral, and ruthless. She killed any who seemed evil, a true vigilante. Rikti, Trolls, Hellions, it didn’t matter. Then she finally decided to see what life was like on the other side of the force field wall. She cleaned herself up and ventured into the rest of Paragon City. She soon after met a woman named Miss Dale, they fought along side of each other in a few big fights against the evil that had risen up in Paragon city in the aftermath of the War with the Rikti, along with a few other regulars. Then Miss Dale invited her to join the Avatars of Justice, a fledgling super group that had stepped up to try and fill the void of the missing or dead great heroes of Paragon city. That is where she is today, fighting along side of her friends and colleagues as a hero. She still has much to learn about, life, her skills, and her past, but she had finally reached her life long dream to be a great hero of Paragon City, and who knows what lies ahead for her and her Team the Avatars of Justice…

Hey Dark, look for me tonight if your on. I wouldn't mind hooking up with you on Virtue for a change...

Bliss was a priestess of the Sun God and God of Healing, Apollo, in ancient Greece. The temple found an ancient tome, and the oracle at Delphi pointed that it was to be her destiny to use it. The tome granted her the power of healing and energy, but in return, transported her to the place and time in history where she was most needed. If you speak with her, you will find that although she knows the language, most slang terms leave her confused. (Empath/Energy Defender currently level 21)

Mae had a rough life, she practically raised herself and was working odd jobs since she was eleven. She was putting herself through college by working at a strip club, when she saw an ad from Crey Biotech looking for a research assistant. It may have been just a coincidence that the three people chosen to work on Project December all were orphans with no real family or friends. She has almost no memory of the time between her first day at work and when she awoke, her life totally changed. These days she just simply goes by the name December. Although a little rough around the edges, she does her best to do what is right while trying to find out what exactly happened during the three weeks time that she has lost. (Ice/Ice Blaster currently level 9)

Delight was the daughter of a wealthy business man. Her days were spent as the typical socalite: shopping, entertaining, and totally oblivious of the dirty side of life. Sheltered and arrogant, she thought that nothing bad could happen to her. That all changed when she was kidnapped by some members of the infamous Circle of Thorne. They began a dark ritual using her as a catalyst. Fortunately, she was rescued by a hero before the ritual could take her, but not before the dark energy had entered her body and mind. Unable to go back to her old life after being awaken to the true evil that lurks in this world, she is trying hard to use her new powers for good. Sometimes, ok, maybe often, her spoiled pampered side comes out, but she does the right thing in the end. (Dark/Dark Defender currently level 9)

This one time, at cheerleader camp, a story was told around the campfire. Giggling girls talk about the tale of the one. The cheerleader who loved cheering so much, who maintained the most optimistic attitude, the most focused discipline in her tumbles and pyramids, who's desire to motivate her team was so deep, that she actually found the famed "cheer nirvana" and opened her mind and body up to the powers of the cheer. Now, she pumps a new team- team of crime fighters. If they can just manage not to strangle her for being so darn cheerful all the time. Her name is Cheer. (silly fun char to goof with Invuln/Ice Tanker currently level 5)

Look me up under any of my personalities!

DarkKnight:

It was an early morning and the smell of coffee could still be felt throughout the large office of Michael Powers. His office was decked out in a marble, the finest furniture you'll ever see, and large windows behind him that let in a large view of the sunlight. He stood tall as he looked out one of those windows. The view he saw was beyond anything beautiful he had ever seen. The rising sun in the distance made him think of all the times he'd ever been mountain climbing. The beauty of it was truly unbelievable. Off in the distance you could see various buildings...some not so important, others important like the Halo News Corporation, and the KoP HQ Citadel.

Michael turned away from the window and walked over to the coffee table, as he did he rubbed his go-t and fixed his tie on his jet black suit....had to make himself look good. He grabbed the coffeepot and poured the coffee into a cup and put some sugar in behind it. He took baby sips until it cooled down.

"So who was that Mike...?" Shareese asked him.

Michael looked over at her, "That was Ms. O'Connell, she’s here to see me..." He replied to the second most important person in the Powers Corporation besides him. Shareese was dressed in a blue suit also, she had her hair in a ponytail and wore designer glasses to work. She was very pretty...yet Michael couldn't help but try to understand as to why he was not attracted to her.

He dismissed the thought and drunk some more coffee. "O yea and that lady downstairs needs more training...she should know most of the heroes that walk through our doors...!" Michael replied thinking of the woman calling up to him, It was very annoying.

Shareese made a mental note of that. She looked over to the private elevator that ran from his office to various floors of the Powers Corporation that housed secret projects. "Ms. O'Connell has a very, "intrusting background" sir..." Sharesse said making conversation.

Michael looked at her, "You don't say...its really nothing I haven't seen before...the thing I wonder most about is how skilled she really is."

He cracked his knuckles, "I wouldn't mind a little one on one with the little lass...heh!"

Shareese smiled and watched as the lights that told how close the elevator was to a certain floor neared theirs. Michael walked over to his table and sat on the edge of it with his arms crossed. "Guess now we find out what it is she wants huh...?"

Shareese nodded as the bell on the elevator ringed and the door begin to open.....

Thevshi:

Inside the elevator, Bernadette tried to calm her nerves. Michael Powers, better know to many as Dark Knight, was one of the adult leaders of C.A.S.T., one of the most powerful heroes in Paragon City and the older brother of her friend Shaun. Shaun seemed to harbor some dislike for her brother, but to Bernadette he didn’t seem to much different than all the adults she had known at Project Deadalus, except more driven than most. But then, she wasn’t really one to judge people on their dysfunctional family life. She closed her eyes, All right lass; it really is just a simple thing. He is just a bloody man, as much as he tries to act otherwise. You ‘ave probably seen him at his weakest during your last visit here.

The chime of the elevator arriving refocused her attention. She opened her eyes as the doors slid silently open, revealing a large office. Try as she might, she was unable to focus her attention on Michael, who was sitting directly across from the elevator door. The sheer beauty of the office was distracting, and as she steeped out of the elevator, the view out the windows amplified the effect.

Dark Knight’s voice managed to bring her attention back to what she was doing here, “Good morning Ms. O’Connell, you are up rather early today. The view is very beautiful is it not?”

Bernadette turned her attention back to Michael Powers. In his jet black Italian suit, he looked like any other politician, member of the nobility or corporate executive she had ever met, one of the people that inevitably seemed to pull the strings in her life. Well, he is much better looking than most, she thought as she replied, “Yes it is. Though on my last visit here, I saw a sight of even greater beauty. Good morning Mr. Powers. Shareese.”

No hint of emotion played across Michael’s face as he asked, “And how can I be of help to you today?”

Bernadette steeled herself, “I am truly sorry for being a bother so early in the morning, but I need access to a secure transatlantic line. I need to contact some of my old teammates back in London, and what I need to discuss can’t be said over a regular line.”

DarkKnight:

Michael looked at her for a while and listened as she spoke. As he listened he thought for a minute that maybe she was kinda nervous. He smiled to himself as he listened and wondered why...he was no different than the next man. But when he thought about it, he was different...it was how he portrayed himself to others. He did come off as hard, and emotionless as possible. After the death of Shanelle, he didn't really feel the need to be anything else...work was all he had left. He cleared his thoughts as he listened to her request. He looked down at the ground and spoke, "The Powers Corporation has some of the most secure lines in the world, only made more so by Phantom Knights technology...thing is this..."

He paused as he looked up at her, "Do you really want to make this call cause I'm sure my top hacker can get you whatever it is you need..." Michael thought about it, "I'm sure your going to call in some kind of favor and if it has to do with something of that nature we can get it..."

Shareese smiled, Michael must love to listen to himself talk. He always had to explain how great his company was and the like. Then again, when she thought about it, most people...heroes included had no idea what kind of information that they had access to. They had information on most heroes and villains lives than most cared to let known. Not to mention they knew about most projects that went on around the world...other companies and the like. The Powers Corporation prided themselves on being a first strike attempt at stopping anything wrongdoing going on in the world.

Shareese spoke, "Michael this is going to be her decision...you really shouldn't add input until you know what it is she’s going to do..." She smiled...

Michael chuckled, "Yea I do tend to get a little ahead of myself..." He slipped some more of his coffee. "Well okay Ms. Connell this is on you...you can make the call from my desk over here or we can get to hacking...then again if I’m lucky..." He paused, "Which I'm always am, I'll already have what your looking for..." He said with a smile that only brought out his playboyish looks.

Shareese hid her little snicker...

Michael let himself get lost in thought once more. There were times he wished that Ezra had taken over his fathers business. He couldn't understand why the Corporation had to have their hand in everything that went on in the world. Why couldn't they just protect Paragon City? Sometimes it bothered him that they knew more about heroes’ backgrounds than they cared to let on. Others were a little harder than most to track down. He didn't want to lose himself in to deep a thought on this matter so he just looked Bernadette in her eyes to await what she would do...

Thevshi:

Bernadette hesitated, she hadn’t really considered the possibility that the Powers Corporation could all ready have the information or have a means of getting it for her. But getting the information from them would carry a price. She knew how the game was played, no need to gain any debts when she could avoid it. Besides, she wasn’t even sure what she was going to do, so the less others were involved, the better.

She shifted her weight slightly and gave him a knowing smile as she replied. “I am sure you are quite lucky, but the information I am looking for is quite old, over a decade and a ‘alf. And seeing as I would rather use a small favor than gain a large debt, I think I will make the call.”

DarkKnight:

Michael frowned, "I'm sorry I think there has been some mix of communication between us... what debt would you owe me?" He looked over to Shareese who looked away.

He spoke, "Maybe you think me some kind of government official, or politician...but I’m not..." Michael waved to the phone to the phone that sat on his desk...

"This is my phone that I use, the most secure line in the building and the world...I bet the government doesn't have anything that good...you may use that as you see fit, as me and Shareese have to take our leave now..." Michael said standing up off of his desk.

Shareese spoke, "Yes the mayor is waiting for you..."

Michael rolled his eyes..."Yes the mayor...Bernadette I'm sure you can find your way out, and good luck on whatever it is your doing." He sighed and gave Bernadette a slight nod. He and Shareese walked toward the door and left the room to give Thevshi some private time alone to the phone.

Thevshi:

A feeling of guilt flooded into Bernadette as she realized that she might be judging Michael to harshly. That’s it lass, act like a stupid git. And here he is offering to help you. “Thank you Mr. Powers. I am sorry to be such a bother.” She replied as he and Shareese walked by.

Bernadette followed them as they left, leaving her alone in the office. Well, what’s done is bloody done. She thought as she dropped her book bag into one of the chairs and walked around the desk and sat down. Inside, her heart was pounding as she took a deep breath and picked up the receiver. She quickly dialed the number and there was a brief delay as the lines connected and a mechanical voice spoke.

“Please verify identity.”

“Thevshi, Omega one three seven zero nine Juliet.”

“Identity verified.”

There was a brief moment that seemed to last unbearably long and the ringer on the other end began to sound and was quickly picked up. “This is Centurion.”

Bernadette sat up at the sound of the voice. “Charles, this is Bernadette.”

“Bernadette? What are. . .”

“Don’t worry, this is a secure line. I need to ask you a favor.”

There was a brief pause. “What can I do for you Bernadette?”

There was a moment of uncertainty, as she struggled with some nagging doubts before replying, “I need a copy of an SIS file on an IRA assassin named Rook.”

“An IRA assassin? Bernadette,” She could hear the concern in his voice, “this is probably something you should not be getting into.”

“Don’t worry Charles, I know what I am doing. It’s probably night, but I need to see that file.”

There was another pause before he responded. “All right, all right. I will get the file for you. How soon do you need it?”

“Well, the sooner the better if possible.”

“I can arrange to have it there tomorrow. Can you be home to receive it?”

“Yes, my address is 12593 SE R Street. And thank you so much Charles.”

“Your welcome Bernadette, it is so good to hear from you.”

“It is good to hear you as well. I need to be getting to school, tell everyone ‘ello from me.”

“I will, take care Bernadette.”

Bernadette gingerly hung up the phone and then rested her head in her hands. She wasn’t sure what she felt anymore. Charles Huntington had been like a big brother to her, if not a father figure, for the last five years. And here she didn’t even have the decency to tell him what was really going on. Oh lass, what are you doing? She opened her eyes and noticed the clock on Michael’s desk. D*mn, going to be bloody late if you don’t get moving is what.

She jumped up from the desk and ran over to grab her bag on her way to the elevator. The door quietly opened as she pressed the button. She quickly entered the elevator and keyed the button for the lobby.


Back in London,
Charles Huntington, better know to many as Centurion, stared at the phone for several moments after hanging up. For over a decade he had been the field leader of Project Daedalus and now the newly formed Protectors of the Realm. He remembered all to clearly when little Bernadette had come to the Project, still traumatized by witnessing her mother’s death.

He had some feelings of guilt over the fact that the Project had basically stolen five years of Bernadette’s childhood. They had helped her through the trauma and taught her to use her powers. They had taught her how to fight, and how to kill. They had made her into a good little servant of the Crown. When sent on missions, she performed exactly as ordered, with the sole exception of the operation in Rome.

In Rome, they finally discovered just how deep the scares of her mother’s death went. When they had encountered the terrorists they were there to stop, Bernadette had lost control. She lashed out at the terrorists without any self-restraint, nearly killing several of them. She was uncontrollable, and eventually had to be restrained by Druidess’ magic until she tired and calmed down.

And now you have said that you would get her a file about an IRA terrorist Charlie boy. Well, a promise is a promise, and I d*mn well keep my word. Charles Huntington picked up the phone again.

interesting...

I think most people should know this before they come here...
<shrug>

Ah well, good post

Great read, can not wait to see some more.

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<bump> To a well written well said post. I'm a role playing Idiot and this post opened my eyes in a polite way.

I won't flame you. You were polite, informative and humorous. Props to you. While most of them are fairly common sense type of things, not everyone on these forums has done this before so this probably a good post for newbies to read!

A new SG on Guardian, the Inner Flame.

I am the SG Leader, we are very much into grouping together and getting to know one another. As well as furthering our cause to stop the vile things that tread upon Paragon City. We are accepting adults, and mature people only, as we are not teenagers, and our SG chat can be a bit firey. Look me up in the game, as Silver Blur.
Be well.

Acropolis. How beautiful the structures gleamed in the floodlights that dotted the hill. Even for a permanent resident of Athens as himself, the majestic sight of the ruins of Ancient Greece never failed to take his breath away.

Of course, on this evening, the famous landmark’s beauty had considerably faded in the eyes of Inspector Jasper. Negotiating the winding roads leading to the hill in his car, he chewed thoughtfully on the filter of his cigarette, trying to figure out the age-old question of why someone would commit cold-blooded murder

Coming around the last bend in the road, police and emergency vehicles exploded into view, surrounded by crowds of curious onlookers. It was a fairly thick throng and would probably take some time to get through, so he parked on the outer fringe of the scene and opted to make the rest of the way by foot. An officer he was familiar with caught sight of the inspector and waved him through the perimeter, lifting the yellow crime scene tape for him as he past.

After a minute of walking, he found the one person he was looking for.

“Baptiste!”

Junior Inspector Baptiste looked up, a look of surprise spreading over his face. “Alexander,” he greeted in kind. “What are you doing here? I thought you were off-duty.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “I heard the call over the radio,” he answered. “What do you have?”

His partner gestured down to the ground before him where a tarp covered the obvious. “Right down here,” he said flatly. “An American, 28 years old according to his passport. His name is Michael Aniston.”

Jasper knelt down and pulled the tarp back to where the body was exposed from chest up. He couldn’t help but shake his head in disgust and disdain; the victim had been beaten severely, with bruises and gashes covering almost every centimeter of his face and neck, and that was only from what was visible. No doubt, additional injuries existed beneath the sweater he was wearing. However, the most prominent injury of all was the horrific slash wound that extended from one side of his neck to the other, no doubt the killing blow.

“You said you found his passport,” he finally said. “What about a wallet.”

“None that we can find,” his partner answered.

“So robbery was the motive,” Jasper noted flatly. “Any witnesses?”

Baptiste motioned over to a pair of EMTs tending to a hunched form. “Just her.”

The inspector’s eyes went wide with realization. All at once, he forgot about the body he had been examining. “Oh no! Please don’t tell me…”

“His wife, yes,” came the obvious answer. “Talia Aniston. Age 25. She was found nude by one of the security guards. We haven’t been able to get a word out of her.”

“My God,” he swore softly.

“It gets worse,” Baptiste continued. “I did some checking at the hotels in the area. The desk staff at the one these two were registered at confirm that they were on their honeymoon.”

Jasper felt his gut twist, and for once knew the concept of indecision. Newlyweds on their honeymoon! It was something that he had never seen in his twelve years of service on the Athens Police Force. What could he possibly say to this woman that could offset the pain of that kind of loss? He had nothing to draw upon to even begin to try understanding the agony this woman must be going through. The indignity of **** was bad enough – to add the loss of her new husband set a new standard that he was not ready to tackle.

Perhaps there was nothing to say, but he sure as hell was going to do what he could.

“Make sure the American Embassy has been informed of this woman,” he finally instructed his subordinate. “Have her transported to Athens General as soon as possible. Then contact Dr. Eneas there and let him know that she is to be given the best private care he can provide. He owes me a couple of favors."



For Talia Aniston’s mind, the only salvation from sheer hysteria was the to focus on very little. She could see things out of the periphery of her vision, and knew that things were going on by the sounds her ears picked up, but her mind refused to completely process any of it completely. Such was the comfort of shock, a safety blanket if you will that the mind sometimes falls back on when it gets overwhelmed. She existed on a pure logical plain, refusing to feel anything and everything that might send her over the edge.

The most pertinent restriction of all was not to glance up, where no more than 20 feet away lay the body of her beloved Mark. Only two days earlier, she had experienced the sheer joy of affirming her love to him, taking the most kind and gentle giant of a man as her husband. And now he was gone, forever taken away from her in the prime of his life and the peak of their relationship.

Her thoughts drifted to the tragedy of it all. It was her love of Greek Mythology that had decided upon Athens as the venue of their honeymoon. It was her insistence on seeing Acropolis in the dead of night that had brought them here. It was her suffering during the **** that had probably forced Mark to not stand by, after a considerable beating and at knife-point, as he had been told by the trio of attackers. He had leaped to her defense, trying to draw her assailer off… and had paid the ultimate price.

Had she not been so exhausted by the attack and subsequent anguish, she might’ve shed a tear. Instead, the emotions sent her deeper into a state of catatonia.

But not enough to miss the metallic glitter at her feet. Summoning the strength to simply focus her eyes, she found herself staring at a silver chain with a small pendant. It was old judging by its faded appearance, and the etching on the pendant itself had an ancient appeal.

It looked like the numerous charms she had seen at the various tourist booths all over town, and those she had never given a second thought. Still, there was something unusual about this one that lay on the ground. Something that drew her to it.

She leaned down and hooked a finger around the chain, pulling it into her hand just as a policewoman gingerly tugged at her arm towards a waiting ambulance. On the pendant was a helmeted figure that she recognized at once: Athena, Goddess of war, wisdom, and justice.

All at once, she felt a buzzing sensation race up her arm, not enough to shake her out of her catatonic-state, but more than enough to where she noticed it. Immediately, the cold numbness left her body, replaced by a fiery sensation that seemed to explode from every pore in her body. She suddenly felt better. Better than she had ever felt before. Gone was the pain of the wounds and the dizziness of disorientation – she felt like there was nothing she couldn’t do. And even more so, she just felt the ability to do more than she normally could.

A flash of recollection came forth, incredibly fast. Mark… the wedding… the walk to here… the attack… his death. It all went by in a blur, but the images were crystal-clear. She saw the attackers flash by, and instantly knew who they were and where they were. The fire within seemed to well up to an inferno, consuming her being with two thoughts, both becoming her only desires for living.

She would find them… and she would make them pay.

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Kate saw what happened with the idol, and if she saw it, she knew he saw it also, but she heard nothing from him.

I guess he's busy in my childhood memories she thought. Theat Idol must be really powerfull I have to try to forget I just saw that happen.

As She was trying to erase her memories Kate noticed something odd. The new strangers she just met seemed to be staring off into space. Oh no what now? she thought. Then came the darkness.

Kate was seven she was in the hospital. Everyone thought she was insane, heck even she thought she was insane. The voice in her mind was growing, and she could not help the things that she did.

What? what am I doing here? This can't be possible! Kate looked out the window of her cell. Instead of seeing the familure hospital grounds, she though the strangers she had met..and a stranger figure addressing them.

What is going on...and if I'm back in my childhood memories, then that means...

Kate...you really should learn to play nice with me.

Sorry, everyone. I've had neither the time, nor the strength to write on Martin's story of late. Serious family illness has taken its toll. I'll pick it back up soon. I promise.

- Mord

I am Rhodan the Destroyer. My only goal is to bring pain to those who would harm the innocent of Paragon City. if there are others who share my feelings I would be honored to hunt by their side. I am not always around as paragon city is not my only territory to protect. But when I am here in the dimesion of Justice I am always willing to lend my tank like ability to endure damage and dish it out to any hero who could benefit from it. I have trained myself to what I have heard others refer to as twelth level. And am quickly on my way to acquiring more training and more levels. Aparently levels are important here in Paragon City. Contact me.

R

If anyone is looking for an RPing charrie on Justice /Friend Miss Tigress I would love to play! I roll with the majority. if they are not playin in charrie then nither am I, But i love when they do RP so just give me a tell!

Personally I would put it in your bio, if they have a problm with it, they are most likely not old enough to be playing in the first place, or they just are not worth your time. I do try to read bio's as often as possible, especially if someone is acting in a manner I don't like. Good luck to you

Hey, I strongly endorse the website for Crey Industries for Rpers to use. Great way to get a page up about your hero and give others a way to read about you, handy for long back story, or just snazzy screenshots.

Through trial and error, I've formed the following theory on how the "+" modifier works in binding.

The "+" modifier has two behaviors.
Behavior one: at all times when "+" is prepended to a command, it is the same as doing "command 1". Obviously this only works correctly on commands that take 1 or 0 as input. When other commands are prepended with it, it adds the 1 to the end of the arguments, and gives an error. This behavior is mirrored by the "-" modifier, which yields argument 0.

Behavior two: ( Only when directly in the bind.. in other words this does not work when made a macro which you then bind to a key! )when prepended to the first command in a bind (assuming that command is one that works with it, ie takes 1/0 argument), it gives the entire bind statement a "press/unpress" behavior. This means two things: <ul type="square">[*]a) the command prepended with the "+" turns on (aka is given argument 1) when you press the key as you would expect per behavior 1. Additionally it turns off (argument 0) when you unpress the key[*]b) the rest of the commands in the bind are performed once when you press the key, and again when you unpress it[/list]Note that this behavior is not mirrored by the "-" modifier.. it might be nice if it did at least the first part, ie turn a command off when you press the key and back on when you unpress, but it doesn't.

Side note: I am actually a bit surprised that they decided to overload the use of the "+" in this way. It seems to me it would have been more intuitive and useful to have another character modifier (&gt; for instance) to prepend to a bind statement (without a necessary command after it) to extend the second behavior, with the addition that any commands following in the statement with a "+" would work in the on/off manner when press/unpressed instead of just the first one.

The secondary behavior of the "+" in binds makes several useful things possible. Especially when you realize that the first command doesn't always have to do something, since you can always override it with a "-" form of it elsewhere in the bind. For instance a simple yet very useful bind for fly which makes you fly only while you hold down "f":
<ul type="square">[*]/bind f "+up$$-up$$powexec_name Fly"[/list]
Another behavior can be achieved by exploiting the "overwrite" effect of powers (aka if several powers are entered one after the other in a bind, only the last one will go off in most cases). A very useful binding for getting out of melee range quickly with hover is:
<ul type="square">[*]/bind v "+up$$powexec_name Hover$$powexec_name Hover"[/list]This makes you jump and then hover up in the air just out of melee range. Note the doubling up of the hover power.. this is because if you only have it once in the bind, it will turn hover on when you press it and off when you let go (usually.. sometimes the hover from press and hover from unpress go through together and one gets overwritten, but this is rare). Why doesn't it turn on/off quickly when you press it and on/off quickly when you let go if you enter it twice? Because of the power overwrite effect.. while it is busy doing the jump when you press the button down, both hovers go through and the second overwrites the first, resulting in hover being turned on. When you let go, it stops the jump and both hovers go through, turning hover off and back on very quickly (before you drop) resulting in you being left in hover mode. This causes a bit of spam to your combat messages window, but it's worth it. Note: the differing behavior here (ie overwrite happening on press but not on unpress) I believe is due to the interaction between commands and powers on timing in a bind, but this is just a guess.

Again, this is all from trial/error and observation, so if anyone notices different behavior or a different explanation, speak up!

It took a while before Lobe focused on himself, given the amazing array of developments his companions had gone through. When he did finally look down at the mirrored floor he was greeted by his own face, at ten years of age. He then discovered that his body had changed to match. He was now 6 feet tall and 250lbs. "Wow!" he said, watching the mouth of his younger self form the words in the reflective surface. He even sounded younger.

Then, as he watched, scores of purple welts and bruises began to appear all over his body. As each one appeared Lobe reacted as if it had just been inflicted, crying out in pain with every contusion. Finally, his face having taken on a pleading look, he beseeched, "No! Please Pa! I'm sorry. Please stop Pa I didn't mean to....Pa?" Lobe then collapsed on the ground and curled into a ball, jerking spasmadically as if he we being repeatedly struck and sobbing uncontrollably.

I am sorry I didn't get back to you sooner in game time. I was in perez park with a bunch of fast hunters and we were in one mess after another. It was fun but very wild, I am game for a group as long as it mission is noble and its methods are organazed... training to fight as a group would be good.

Sorry I had to bail on you in the park the other day, RL can really get in the way. I am on a 5th column mission and could really use some help if you have time this week. I ask because I know you share my disdain for these goose stepping goons. We should start a Wolf Pack and hunt down this group to their highest levels.

Well what are you using that isn't working? If we start there maybe I can help you figure out what you're doing wrong.

I stand corrected, I had forgotten about Champions.

/me hangs his head in shame...

Defenders of Paragon
Recruiting: yes
motto: May justice always Prevail!
Leader: osirus
player type: any but must have a good attitude and willing to work as a team!
number of members 16+
current member level:5- 19
normal play time: almost always someone on.
other info: starting weekly events, would like to see every member complete all task force and all trials, we do monster hunting! good sense of humor is a must!