GKX12

Black Knight Militia

The original Black Knight Militia is the personal army of General Dee Williams, aka Finite D. Trouble is, its on a different version of Earth. Finite D has come to this world with one goal, to find and kill the Hero known as InfiniDee (( my L42 Blaster )). Since this do-gooder has been making forays into the so-called Praetorian Earth, General Finite has gotten some really bad press. So she has come here herself and is actively recruiting anyone who will help her fight the heroes.

(( Our website will be up soon. For in-game contact, send a tell to @GKX, which is me, or @Flames of Chaos, who is my Lead Recruiter and Architect ))

Supergroup Name: Night Battalion
Supergroup Colors: Black and White
Supergroup Motto: "Truth, Justice, and lots of Firepower"
Website: None yet
Leader: Me: InfiniDee (L15 AR/Dev Blaster), or @GKX
Preferred Contact: I'm on most nights, /t me or join channel "Night Battalion" I've never used the in-game e-mail, but feel free to give it a try.
Guild Description: Military-themed, late night SG, new players (or new alts). I work second shift, so I start playing about 2am (EST) most nights. I only have 3 members now, including me. I am hoping for a laid-back, teamwork-based SG. Not really an RP SG, just friends hanging out and playing a game, but I'd like to stick to the military-themed characters.

InfiniDee 1

It's odd, really. I guess I, like most people, expected it to smell different. When someone says "sewers," naturally the first thing you think of is "human waste," right? Yeah, me too. But it didn't smell like that. I thought about it, and I realized that most of the restroom waste is channelled to the treatment plants before it goes into the sewers. What you have down there is mostly runoff from the streets and buildings. Industrial waste, sludge, mud. God knows why its that hideous shade of green. Actually, it smells almost like antiseptic. The most ironic smell in the world.

The heroes who have been in the city longer than me warned me about the sewers. I was in a Central American rain forest when the Rikti invaded our world, didn't see much of the actual invasion. Heard a lot about it, of course. Even jungle guerillas have satellite television. Sure, I've seen the weapons and ships in museums and in documentaries. Never seen an actual Rikti, but they tell me they're down there. Fortunately, I didn't meet any that day.

Today, I had a different purpose. Dr. Vahzilok was up to his old tricks. Creepy-[censored] walking corpses, man. God, I hate those things. I ran into real zombies with the Hero Corps in Indonesia, but they were slow, stupid, and went down like cattle. Couple of caps to the head, and down it goes. Not these babies. Whether wired with explosives or not, these bastards can actually think on some level. Scary [censored].

They were everywhere this time, never too far from those freakin' Eidolons, either. The creeps with the crossbows go down easy enough, but those Eidolons are tough. There was no way through. Although its never been my style, I opted for subtlety instead of firepower. Willy Starbuck tells me that he can get me a cloaking device, but I don't have that kind of cash yet. Had to use the old gray matter this time.

I realized those walking corpses must have more attuned senses. They can smell you at a distance. But a bloodhound couldn't track a wounded tortoise in those sewers. Crawling through that sludge, just beneath the surface, I slithered past them, one group at a time, peeking up once in a while to wipe the grime off of my scuba mask until I found them. There were three, cornered by those freak butchers. I uncapped the barrel of my new Sniper Attachment (did I ever mention how much I love the modability of the M-67?). I've got just enough training to know where to hit those guys with maximum effectiveness. God, I can't wait until I get HE rounds. Willy says there's a place called Cooke's in Steel Canyon that sells them, but I haven't got the Security Rating to buy them. Each group went down fairly quickly, and the trapped men escaped. But there were four that disappeared, and I had only found three.

Deeper into the muck-filled tunnels I ventured, peeking around corners and avoiding the worst of the freaks, until I found him. God, he was ugly. Big, too. An Eidolon, Harvester was his name. There was no way around him, he had to go down...

((I'm bored at work, and its almost time for me to go home. Will continue this later, tomorrow, probably.))

I think that's the plural for "Arch-Nemesis"

Anyway, what group of bad guys is the arch-enemy of your character? Why? Is it part of the character concept, or did it develop while playing (i.e. did a particular group make you suffer/kill you a lot/is really annoying)?

For me, my primary 3 chars (I'm an Alt monkey already, only been playing for like a month):

InfiniDee: Nothing yet, although I imagine she has a special hatred for the Council. She's a soldier, and the idea of forced-servitude soldiers is appalling to her. She's not arresting them, she's setting them free.

Mary Anne Smith: Creepy little girl with glowing eyes and psionic powers, right now her arch-enemy is the Hellions. She's just an innocent little girl, and they keep stabbing her, shooting her and hitting her with baseball bats. She doesn't like it, and she puts them to sleep, or wracks their minds with pain!

A Gray: Clockwork. Oh my GOD I HATE clockwork. Also Skulls, they're everywhere. And Vahsilok, Grays should have the monopoly on weird medical experiments. Did I mention Clockwork?

What about you?

InfiniDee (Blaster AR/Dev): Wagner - Ride of the Valkyries

Mary Anne Smith (Controller Mind/Kinetics): Brahm's Lullaby or that music-box-like opening tune from that Korn song

A Gray (Defender Kinetics/Radiation): X-Files Theme

((Just for reference, I'm a guy, the character is female. She's a remake of a char I had when I first had a trial version of the game. She's now a L6 Blaster on Virtue with Assault Rifle and Devices.))

My mother told me once, when she was stoned on something, probably Oxycodone, that my father was angry when I was born. He wanted a boy so bad, he actually got pissed and stormed out of the room when they said I was a girl. So its probably his fault. All I remember of my father before he disappeared on that hot summer day is the toys he gave me. Boy's toys, little army men and toy tanks, all generic, of course, bought at the Dollar Store. I wanted G.I. Joes, but we never had the money. What mom made from the restaurant, she spent on rent that was always late and cheap food. Lots of rice and pintos, stuff like that. I guess it had a good side effect, though. I grew up strong, fit, athletic. I played soccer and lacrosse in high school. Mom was kind of disappointed, I think. She wanted me to be less like my father. God, how she hated him.

Mom died when I was sixteen. I asked for, and was granted, emancipation. I worked for a horse farm and lived in a small apartment above the barn. After high school, I enlisted in the Army. After three tries, I accepted the fact that they would not let a woman into the Special Forces Delta Team, so I quit and joined the Marines. Once again assigned to an 'auxillary' positions, I served only two years.

My military training did allow me experience with all sorts of weaponry and tactics, something that looked good on my resume when I joined the police force in Boston. But, once again, the equipment down below the waist prevented me from the really good job; I was rejected for S.W.A.T. So, once again, I moved on.

I joined up with Jasper and Connie DiMarco of J & C Bail Bonds in San Diego. Our charter allowed up to track down skips in Mexico, and I saw some decent action. Most of the skips came quietly, though, and I eventually got bored with bounty hunting. I think Connie noticed it first, but she must have talked to Jasper. On a trip down to Puerta Vallarta, they said they had a surprise for me. We drove along the coast to a small village and they introduced me to Jorge Jimenez. Jorge was a Guatemalan expatriate living in Mexico, having had to leave Guatemala in secret to avoid persecution. He was a doctor, and had been providing aid to a group of rebels who were fighting the Dictator Horatio Juarez. Juarez, Jorge told me, held the country in poverty while he got rich on cocaine kickbacks and emerald mining. He gave me a name, just a code name, or so I thought. His contact with the guerillas was called Quatl. I recognized the name of the Aztec snake god, but I was not prepared for that first meeting.

Everybody knows about superheroes, sure, but I had never actually met one. Quatl (I would later learn his real name, but I swore never to reveal it to anyone) had a magical amulet that gave him control of fire and the ability to fly. He would eventually overthrow Juarez peacefully, but during the time I knew him, he was fighting for what he believed in, and I was more than willing to join him. Our time together was pure, carnal, and primordial. We fought side-by-side, we were soldiers and soulmates. Critically wounded in the final battle at Juarez' estate, he bacame the symbol the people rallied behind to finally throw off their oppressor. I couldn't bear to see him as he was, lying in a hospital bed, a shadow of his former self. I learned some time later that he recovered, but I haven't seen him since

I spend the next couple of years hiring myself out to mercenary groups, taking money for fighting wars I didn't care about. I felt like I had betrayed myself, even betrayed Quatl. In Jakarta, I met my second superhero, a brute of a man named Frag. He worked for Hero Corps, hired by the Indonesian government to track down a group of mutant terrorists in the jungles. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that I lacked any true superpowers. He told me of several men and women who had joined Hero Corps with no superhuman abilities, just years of training and experience. The idea appealed to me, so I joined up. We quickly concluded the business with the terrorists, and there was a surplus of heros in Jakarta. Some went off to other Hero Corps offices around the world. I decided it was time again for some freelancing.

Maybe, once I've established myself here in Paragon City, I'll join back up with the Hero Corps. Maybe not, I don't know. I do know I've got to learn all about this new weapon. The M-67X-34 Assault Rifle is a beast. I love it, but it has quirks that I'm still figuring out. Plus, the ammunition is expensive. I understand I can get it cheaper if I have a higher Security Rating with the City, so maybe I'll be able to use the sniper and grenade functions a little later on. I've heard rumors around E.L.I.T.E. that the higher-ranking soldier-heros who specialize in military hardware can have access to some serious firepower. I'll just have to wait and see, I guess. Until then, I'll keep sending gangbangers, butchers, weirdo mages, and those psycho Council guys to the Zig.

See around Paragon City!

~InfiniDee

((~GKX12 aka @GKX))