((I am Pious, I will play Mer'de))
((Mer'de is a beast from the French Alps. A species known as Journere who live inside the earth. Their life expectancy is 1500 and grow to about 80 to 100ft tall. Mer'de is now 1128 years old. In human comparisons, he is 112 years old and thus cannot fight much. He is however wise and highly inteligent. He has blue fur, and a monstrous frame much like Beast from the X-Men, but twice the size of King Kong. Journere can take the form of whatever they see and Mer'de prefers his human form who looks much like Professor Xavier from the X-Men))
((I'll be playing Blindsight))
((Back in 1191 AD, when the Third Crusade was tearing the Holy Land apart. A group of Assassins were planning on suppressing both sides of the conflict to stop the hostilities. Mystics from both sides aproached the assassins offering them items of power in return for protection. Each of the Gems containted a unique power. For Xavier Orenia it gave him the ability to phase back in time for a short period. The mystics warned the assassins that the Gems had to be powered by souls, but in part, will prolong their life and make them near immortal. However, the mystics left out one crutual detail. Like every other Dark magic the Gems came at a price. For Xavier it was his sight. Legend has it that in a spiral of rage for his loss of sight, Xavier wiped out the mystics of Mere and became known as Blindsight. 1854 years later, Blindsight once again, fights to surpress hostilities and regain control over a lost land.))
[Igor was dressed in a smart crisp suit for the arrival of the new heroes. The gathering of the rebel factions had gone smoothly and without attack.]
[Igor's human form looked a hundred years old, grey hair and a cropped beard, with spectacles that hung across countless wrinkles about the nose. Yet he carried himself with the grace of a young soldier]
"Blindsight" he called, as he paced himself, supported on a walking stick. "Marcus Cole.. did you bring him?"
[Covered in what looked like an executioner cowl, Blindsight sat in the darkest corner of the room, driving the edge of his dagger into the tip of his finger.]
Marcus Cole, he grumbled sheathing his dagger and pulling him self off the ground. Was one of many I couldnt get a lock on.
He pushed his way past Igor and headed for a boarded window, muttering under his breath, With any luck hes somebody elses problem.
"No problem Blind, you've brought enough heroes back from their past to form an army.. but I see you've brought villains too"
[Mer'de shot Blindsight a suspicious look]
"Who are they? The trays of death certificates I gave you were of heroes only! What use have we for more criminals?"
With the increasing threat I thought it would be wise to gather what ever help we could get.
[Pulling out two pistols from either side of his hips, Blindsight held them out at arms length as if he were about to shoot someone. Spinning them around his finger and placing them back into their holster he turned to face Merde.]
This is a war. Truth, Justice and Honour means nothing now. Without these people our efforts will be wasted.
[Clasping the gem that hung from his neck Blindsight stared up into the rafters of the warehouse.]
If we are to make a move let it be soon. I have a bad feeling about this place.
((I'm not sure if I want to join in but it sounds like a great enveiroment to play in.
Should I wait and post my bio if I want to join or should I post it and join in if I feel like it?))
((Lets read your bio))
((Then enter the action when you see fit))
(ill be playing Samson Aka Clive Thompson)
[A young man is chained around the neck, wrists and ankles and positioned against a brick wall strangely positioned in the middle of the forest. Six gunmen draw their rifles, and took aim at the defenceless man.]
Good to see you Jack. Still fighting the good fight? asked a man with grey moustache.
You bet Jack replied, pulling out a folder from under an arm.
So whos this one?
Jonathan, this man is Clive Thompson, lieutenant at the Green Beret camp said
Ive heard of him replied Jonathan. Glancing at the iron gauntlets that were Clives hands. Lets have a look at that folder
[He flips open the folder and skims through several files]
::Report July 14th 1946::
Name: Clive Thompson
Age: 24
Rank: Green Beret Lieutenant
Involved Operations:
Jungle Venom (Burma Offensive)
Night Owl (PoW Liberation In Northern France)
Easy Listening (Espionage For Waffen SS Movements)
Prometheus (Unfinished MIA)
Missing in action from the Prometheus Raid huh?
So it seems Captain
Note: Information Recovered At End Of World War II
Taken captive by the 4th panzer brigade, Thompson was sent to a German POW camp of undisclosed location. After serving two years of brutal labour, he was finally sentenced to the gas chambers.
Inside the chamber, he survived by using another mans lungs as a rudimentary ventilator. Later, when soldiers came to clear the bodies, Thompson was found, alive. Evidence show that he snapped the soldiers necks and attempted an escape. Of course, he failed.
Two high-ranking German scientist where intrigued by his survival instincts and saw him as the perfect subject for laboratory experiments. At a German chemical factory, known for its research in the use of mutated gas, Thompsons hands where decapitated and replaced with force-multiplying steel gauntlets.
It is believed that while imprisoned, Thompson trained himself for five years, secretly learning combat techniques and adapting to the iron weight of the gauntlets.
On December 5th, Thompson killed every scientist in research facility and would have escaped in time, had he not backtracked in search of his beret.
Hes a threat, and a liability Captain Jonathan. Sentenced the death penalty for his crimes
Jack, my old friend
orders are orders
[The Captain marched through the wall of gunmen and approached Thompson]
Thats a nice hat you got there
[He paused, waiting for some reaction. Nothing]
Whats the matter Clive, cat got your tongue?
[Nothing]
Ill just borrow your hat, itd look great on my son
[The Captain pulled off his beret and marched away]
Any last words Mr. Clive?
[The captain expected no reaction and was taken by surprise by Thompsons last two words]
My beret
Ill hold on to it Lieutenant, we dont want your blood on it now do we? Ready
aim
[Suddenly, a small pocket of black cloud appeared from thin air and surrounded Clive.]
Fire!
[The forest rippled with gunshots, the metal chains rattled on impact with a hundred bullets, and the brick wall spat debris in all directions, yet there was no blood, Clive Thompson had vanished.]
(eyes open replaying what happend through my head over and over, i should be dead but i was saved)
(my head feels lighter than it should be, i run my fingers through my hair.)
(sitting up straight looking at the conversing strangers and in a low growl.)
*my beret?*
[Looking over his shoulder at war torn soldier, Blindsight replied.]
"Your Beret, Mr Thompson is the least of your worries. If I were you I'd be more concered about yur right eye."
[Blindsight once again walked to other side of the room and Crouched down on the floor. Again pulling out his dagger he began to drive it into the tip of his finger.]
"my eye?"
(i reach up towards my right eye and see's the crimson blood on my steel gautlets)
"crap i knew it would happen eventually"
(drawing a cigarette from the packet in his trouser pocket lights up and draws on it slowly releasing in through his nostrils)
"so you got my beret or what?"
[Looking up with curiosity at his metal hands, Blindsight shoved the dagger into a crate beside him.]
"I'm affraid your beret was something I was unable to recover. Tell me though those hands, How many people have you killed with them?"
[Again cluthcing the Gem around his neck Blindsight continued to stare at the blood soaked Gaunlets of the soldier.]
[muttering under his breath he looks down a flexes his gauntlets he looks back up at the man in black and says]
"not nearly enough of the bastards that did this to me,but at least i can take some satisfaction in knowing they are long dead. i am quite perceptive stranger i do not know how far but i know i am in the future"
[walking towards the window he looks out]
"are you going to tell me who you are and what the hell is going on?"
*he knocks the ash off the end of his cigarette onto the floor*
"and where can i get a new beret, i feel incomplete oh and i may need some medical attention for my eye"
((I will be playing as "Outcast"))
((This information is in store for anyone who is actively searching for Derek Holden or Outcast. They are available at any office or public computer with access to Super Hero Files.))
Briefing on the mutant subject Derek Holden. Also known as 'Outcast'.
Born: July 22nd, 1989 AD
Deceased: December 5th, 2036 AD at the age of 47
Bio: Born in Paragon City. Parents dead in an explosion caused by a gang showdown. Only known realtive is an older sister by the name of Yessi.
Powers: Multiple mutations. The subject can extract sharp bone claws from the top of his hands as a melee weapon. Leap tremendous distances. Withstand almost any form of physical damage including heat and cold damage and any wounds that is inflicted will heal almost instantly. The subjects dense skeleton also makes him highly resistant to sonic attacks.
Weaknesses: Despite the subjects physical prowess he is quite vulnerable to psychic attacks.
History: Given name is Derek Holden. At the age of 17 the subject joined a group of heroes called The Militia. Quickly gaining knowledge about his own powers and abilities and enjoying the company of his team mates he stayed in The Militia for 10 years. At the age of 27 following a personal incident concearning the subjects relationship with a fellow Militia member, Derek quit the team. Taking on the hero identity Outcast and cutting off everything binding him to his past, the new-born hero also left Paragon City and started a career on the other side of the US. Perfecting his already superior fighting style he soloed as a crimefighter and hero for almost 20 years until a nuclear explosion caused by a battle against a mighty super villain knocked him out cold and despite the efforts of a huge team of doctors and scientists he died in a hospital bed 6 months later from radiation damage and internal injury.
Current: The subject was brought back to life in the year 3054 AD to aid in the struggle against this new threat. During the millenia passing since the subjects death his body never decomposed. In fact the broken organs mended themselves to such extent that we have reason to believe that if left untouched the subjects body might have regained function. Wether the subject was really dead or just in an extremely deep comatose state will now never be known.
End of briefing.
((I will burst into the storyline when I feel I have the time to commit to this more than I can now. I realise it won't be a violent sending of posts back and forth, 600 posts per minute but I also realize I need to check a fair amount of times a day and at the moment I can't commit to this with my complete attention. Hope you like my bio and hope too see you soon.
And I'm not sure if Mer'de would recognize the former Derek although if he reads the file on him he will of course know.
See you in game. 
))
[Still clasping his gem Blindsight looks up at the soldiers face.]
"The year is 3054, You've been pulled from your time to aid our faction. Right now we're waiting on a few more arivals but once we have enough Mer'de over there will give us a briefing on what's going on."
[A pipe in the rafters above has now started to leak small drops of water directly infront of Blindsights feet. As he looks up to the rafters he slowly clutches the pistols holstered at his waist.]
[Blindsight now zoned out focuses in on the dropping water, gripping the pistols tighter and tighter.]
"Welcome to the future Mister Thompson" came to deep husky voice that was Mer'de's. "Blind.. what seems to be the problem?"
[Mer'de sniffs, noting an alien smell in the air]
[The voices around him slowly faded out into a silence. Clenching his pistols Blindsight was fixed on the dripping water, almost as if he was counting the beats.]
[sensing the tension in the othermen he turns back around]
[crushing the cigarette under his boot]
"3054 you say? that is quite a leap in time, did we crush the jerries then? i can only assume we have and their is a new menace"
[flexing his hands he paces up and down the room, remembering his eye he inquires]
"do you have any badages or something the blood is starting to annoy me."
[The beating of the water slowly turned into a thumping of a heart. Scanning the room the heartbeat became louder and apeared to be coming from one of the walkways in the warehouse. Surrounded in silence Blindsight focused in on the location only to hear a short whisper.]
"Exiles Located."
[With sharp reaction Blindsight released one of his pistols from the holster and fired a shot into the air breaking the silence. Everyone went quiet, a rifle bounced off the floor shortly followed by a body of a special operative soldier. ]
I told you this place wasnt secure. He said sliding the pistol into its holster.
[The black gem around his neck had now started to give off a red aura eventually caving in on its self like a red dwarf star.]
[A loud winding noise came from outside, like a missile mid-flight]
"They've found us"
"Finally, some real action"
"Keep the force field strong Muten. Trino, keep the building cloaked no matter what"
"Mer'de, I'll head out and see whats out there"
"Okay Cynox.. but be careful"
[Cynox disappeared, reappearing some yards outside. He remained crouched but still clearly visible]
"Holy mother of Jesus!"
[Reappearing inside the warehouse, Cynox's face said it all]
"HUB's.. lots of them! I counted at least seven mech-units.. jeez those things are like forty feet tall!"
"Mechs are the least of our problems. How many androids?"
"About three dozen Mer'de"
"Thats okay.. we'll outnumber then"
[A sudden collision, with the force fields outside. It hit like an earthquake]
"Aaah!" Muten screamed "Mer'de, I can't hold on much longer"
"Hang in there Muten.. alright ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention please?"
"We're listening old man"
"This war has waged on far too long. For over fifty years we have fought a loosing battle, both between ourselves and the alien forces.. well, the table's about to turn. Let us get out there and defend what is ours.. freedom!"
"Damn right!" came a voice.
"SECUNDUM TERRA!" they shouted, pumping adrenaline.
[Suddenly, a dozen Androids broke down the western wall of the warehouse, one shot a lump of toxic bones directly at Mer'de, who simply strafed aside with superhuman speed]
"Sorry, I could'nt hold on much longer, my shield went down"
"You did well Muten"
[Suddenly, an incendiary missile hit the warehouse with full force, exploding on impact and engulfing the roof entire]
"Roof's on fire! All out! Get out!"
[Two androids raced at Mer'de, one had long blonde hair, costumed in the red and black that uniformed the HUB's. She wore baggy socks, jeans and a t-shirt, their attempt at mixing with the utopian population of the Core Cities]
"Primary Target identified. Igor Noren-ko" she reported, before executing a perfect roundhouse kick towards Mer'de's human head.
Mer'de casually deflected the kick with his walking stick, and countered the strike with a backfist strike, sending the female android across the floor.
"Come on, you call this combat?"
The second android, bare top with blue jeans, drew a broadsword from a leather sheath and proceded to Mer'de.
"Aah!" the android screamed in fury, swinging the giant blade in three consecutive swipes. Mer'de's timing was spotless as he dodged and weaved. All around him, his comrades were fighting, the warehouse that was as a safe hideout only minutes ago, had become no-man's land.
"Hmmf!" Mer'de grunted, countering the android's combination with knock -out blow.
Suddenly, a searing pain from his back!
"Aaarg" he cried softly, falling to his knees. An extraordinarily long blade sat comfortably in his chest.
"Primary target assassinated" came a third voice.
Suddenly a horrible grinding noice was heard from one of the giant mechas outside, followed by an explosion that ripped a big hole in its hull. Falling through the giant ball of fire and shrappnel and landing safely on the floor, just before the mecha fell and landed with an ear piercing crash, was a figure clad in black hightech armor with red details. Sharp claws was shooting out from his fists and a full helmet with a blast shield covered his face. On his shoulders were a pair of spiked pauldrons.
"Looks like I got here just in time. Whatever time this might be." It was a male voice sounding rather harsh. "Anybody mind tellin' me what the f**k is going on here?" The voice could have belonged to an educated man if it hadn't been for the cursing and the distinct feeling of someone from the streets.
[dodging a falling rafter,samson bends down a lights a new cigarette off the plank]
[flexing his hands he charges the unit that is coming through the hole in the wall. he grabs two at full force and smashes their skulls into wall.tossing them aside like ragdolls]
"looks like their are some new nazi's to fight"
[he flays his arms either side of him knocking down several men and the ducks through the hole to the outside]
((Hello everybody, my names Mike, Ive been playing CoX for quite some time now and role-playing has always been the main appeal. Funny thing is; I have had the world of Secundum Terra formulating in my mind long before I learnt of CoX. Anyway, lets get to it!))
In the year 2006, the world as we knew it was filled with poverty, crime and desperation. In places like Paragon City, heroes did what heroes do fight crime, enforce the law, uphold justice, and neutralize global or civil warfare, generally retaining peace and order.
But there was one problem; by the year 3000, the super-powered population had grown to such a scale that the mundane conflicts between good and evil turned cities and towns into battlegrounds of super-powered warfare. No place was safe for the defenceless.
The heroes made countless attempts to fix what they broke, rebuild what they fell, and mend what they ruin from the aftermaths of battles. But villains enjoyed the destruction and often fought just to measure who could cause the greater collateral damage and annoy the efforts of the reconstruction agents.
That is when it happened.
At first, it appeared to be a repeat of the Rikti Invasion. Everywhere on the planet, gargantuan domes of artificial cities descended from the skies so fast, one wouldve thought they where there all along. Time stopped. Literally.
True, it had been predicted. Several psychics warned of the event, but the one-world government brushed them off as the usual nonsense of the tele-pathetic as the media named. The final millennium has arrived The apocalypse is upon us They printed.
Later, people in long white gowns appeared from elevators beneath the hovering cities, and as you can imagine, Christians raced forward convinced that this was The Rapture.
As the heroes expected, the domes where designed for civilians and all super-powered beings were not only restricted, but repelled. Everyone felt a mix of emotions. Shock, disbelief, and fear of what they could not understand but also glee. Most of the worlds population moved into the domes without hesitation, some where rightly suspicious and protested.
Heroes researched into the events and learnt a shocking truth. The cities had not appeared by themselves, the people in white gowns turned out to be androids, priests of some alien religion. Judging from the sequence of events, intergalactic studies identified the crisis as what had become commonly known as a Utopian Invasion.
After five world wars, most of which had greatly involved super-powered villains, mankind became prey to The Four. Nobody knows what they are, or why they capture and enslave. All we know is that they are of godly power.
Force fields impenetrable beyond galactic measures and yet invisible to the naked eye protected the hovering cities and kept out the super-powered.
The following morning, silence filled the earth. Sunlight was obstructed by the new cities and day was reduced to sunrise. Heroes and villains alike, rejects of the new civilisation, the Society of the Cores, gathered together under a common cause. The battle between good and evil was set aside for a greater and mutual threat - The Four.
That day, the white-gowned priests guarding the gazillion of entrance elevators to the sky cities, known as Cores, had been replaced with offensive machines, giant robots and androids known as the Humanoid Utopian Battalion (HUBs), super soldiers with enhanced replicates of studied heroes and villain abilities.
Fellow rebels, I thank you for attending this gathering. Alas, we must hurry now and introduce ourselves. This warehouse is cloaked and protected by force-fields but there are villains out there who care nothing for this planet and hunt us all, there are even civilians who have gone berserk, they attack the Cores and hate The Four, but they also hold the super-powered kind responsible for the invasion and this apocalyptic crisis. HUBs however are obviously our number one threat.
Ladies and gentlemen of our past, my apology for Blindsights abrupt kidnappings but it seems that is the way he works. If you wish to return to your time and remain deceased, feel free to commit suicide.
I am known as Merde and I lead the rebel faction called Secundum Terra, Latin for after earth. It is the year 3054 AD (anno Domini) now known as 54 AE (after earth).
You are currently positioned in Warehouse 17, Copper Lake, outside Core 27. Welcome to the future.
((Written with Pious))