The Game

[Illyasviel von Einzbern]

Couldn't think of a more fitting title. It's a game. A short, one-thread, one-scenario mini-RP. No rules aside from the standard "no godmodding", no need to grind your brains with Nasubabble, no need for lengthy profiles. Just some crazy, over-the-top fun as a sort of "break".

Now what is the Game? The Game is simple. In 2017, there is one rich and powerful man, who has a lot of equally rich and similarly powerful enemies. I guess he just pissed them off for the last time, because many of these enemies have just hired the best assassins in the world, each easily worth many millions of Euros, to get rid of him once and for all.

He's the Target, you're the Assassins. The Target lives in a big fancy city. He also has an entire sorting algorithm of minions and bodyguards for you to kill or sneak past on the way to killing him. The Target moves a lot and has a bunch of body doubles too, so he'll be hard to find. Basically, the reason why his enemies hired the best, is because it'll take the best to get to him.

By the way, none of these contractors are in cahoots with each other. Each assassin will be by themselves. You may choose to form teams, but let's face it. What kind of idiot assassin forms a team with someone who's out to steal his kill? Trust nobody but yourself.

The mission will happen at night. And there will be several people suspected of being the real Target. You've finished stocking up on your tools of the trade, you've gotten your plane tickets and shown your fake passports. You've flown into the country, where English is apparently the common language.

The Game starts with you already on the hunt. No need to show detailed preparations, you've already made them. Just jump into the action. But before you do, we need to know just a bit about you.

Name: Real Name, if available.
Nickname: Your callsign, moniker, generally how people know you in the assassin underworld.
Backstory: You could stuff it with rumours. It doesn't matter if it's the real story or just the most popular myth about you.
Speciality: What's your Schtick? What bizarre assassination techniques did you come up with to get to the top? Go crazy here, but not too crazy.
Tools: List down your tools of the trade. Is it a standard James Bond arsenal? Or something a little more creative?

Here's a sample.

Name: Col. Jack Dragnet, US Army, Ret.
Nickname: Colonel Mayday, Jack Slaughterhouse, The Terminator
Backstory:

A Delta Force veteran, Colonel Dragnet has seen combat in several theatres of combat, from Somalia, to Afghanistan, to Iraq. An injury from the War on Terror left him crippled until a few 2012, when he was chosen for a special project involving next generation soldiers.

A combination of genetic engineering and cutting edge cyber-prosthetics transformed Jack from a crippled war veteran into one of the first next generation soldiers. After some field tests and the evolution of the program to the next stage of research, he was discharged from the Army, who gave him some thanks with a big fat check.

This check soon ran out, and, with pension being craptacular as it is, Jack decided to become a mercenary. It was in the mercenary world that he earned his nicknames from his ability to take out entire units by himself, and with ruthless, mechanical efficiency. He received his most famous moniker of 'Colonel Mayday' after crashing an F-15 stolen from a Turkish Air Force Base into a target in Kosovo and surviving with just a few scratches and bruises.

Speciality: A combination of elite special forces training and the physical augmentations from the supersoldier project is all that Colonel Mayday needs. His style has changed little from his time in Delta, with the exception of operating alone as to operating in a small unit. As a former soldier, he is a well-rounded individual, skilled in close quarters battle whether armed or disarmed, the use of various firearms, wilderness survival, etc.

His supersoldier abilities include superior speed, endurance, strength, and reaction time. His especially tough frame has allowed him to survive the plane crash. Just like the Terminator.

Tools: Jack is a pretty flexible guy and carries weapons and supplies that specifically fit each mission profile. For this mission, he has an assortment of urban warfare gear and CQB weapons like a USAS-12 automatic shotgun, SIG P229, C-4, etc. (He goes into more detail here, but I'm too lazy to do so.)

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I'll start with five players.

[Alex McCeol]

I'll take this challenge

Name: Robert Hill

Nickname: Cutter

Backstory: Robert Hill was a member of the mega-corperations "private security force", in reality one of the largest private armies within the corporate sector. That all changed when he was wounded by protestors of the company's blatant human rights violations, experimenting on the human genome. Robert was injured by a "meta-human". His voice-box was damaged, leaving him with only a gruff tone, and he lost both of his arms, both eyes and his right leg. protecting a high level employee. As compensation, Hill was given cybernetic implants for his arms, legs, and eyes, along a neural interface. They also gave him six months of re-conditioning, to prevent what he knew from getting out.

Cutter was born of this reconditioning, becoming the company's go-to man for "problems" that needed taken care of. Many bodies piled up, before Cutter escaped. Robert Hill was gone, Cutter not even remembering the man had even existed beneath the killer. He has taken this job to kill the man responsible for all of this, The Target.

Speciality: Cutter is a master of stealth. Even during his time as a PMC, stealth was always the priority, and now that he has been augmented it has increased his prowess several fold. A master of unarmed combat, Cutter gets his name for his skill with a blade, his weapon of choice on the job.

Cutter's key ability is the ability to approach from odd angles. His knowledge of the art of parkour, as well as his augmented limbs, means that he literally has no angle he can not come from.

Despite his name, Cutter also is handy with firearms, his prefered weapon being the auto-crossbow and the silenced Sig Sauer. His augmented vision make him need no spotter for shots that would be crazy for any other man.

Tools:

• Class Five Combat Skin: High tech combat armor, made of aligned carbon nanotubes and kevra nanofibers. This is a skintight combat armor, designed for hand to hand combat. The material is soft to touch, yet when an electrical charge passes through it it becomes better protection then tank armor. It is also installed with a prototype total camo unit, which renders the user completely invisible for a short period of time.
  
  
• Trenchcoat: Specially designed for operatives of Global-1, it can conceal many weapons, all the while looking stylish.
  
  
• Robot Arms: Cutters robotic arms are state-of-the-art in Global-1 prosthetics. They can punch through concrete, and have many hold-outs stored within, not the least of which are two three foot long blades that can extend from the wrist or the elbow to stab anyone who comes within reach. Also, the hands themselves are more flexible then a regular limb, and can bend in ways that would not be possible for one. Finally, they can emit an electromagnetic wave which can allow in to fall from great heights without injury
  
  
• Augmented Eyes: Behind a pair of shades built into his face, Cutter's eyes are hidden. They can see in near pitch blackness, have heat and infrared modes, and can see through walls. They can also calculate distance and windspeed and display them for Cutter. Most of all, they keep a HUD for keeping track of ammo, map, and target profile. When Cutter hacks a computer using the eyes to lock onto it's wireless connection, they glow red. He can similarly use this with cameras, to erase his himself from any video feed.
  
  
• Autocrossbow: The crossbow has been around for centuries. This design fires a bolt at mach speeds to a target, which can penetrate most armors. Cutter uses special bolts which are designed to penetrate targets then disintegrate into base components.
  
  
• Sig Sauer P226 Tactical w/Suppressor: Suppressed and armed with .40 S&W rounds. All metal parts have been replaced by plastic alternatives, and the handle has been whittled down for a CQC grip.
  
  
• CQC-8 TacKnife: A folding blade that is used in conjunction with the Sig Sauer when in close quarter's combat situations.

[Hassan-i-Sabbah the 19th]

Name: Marco Amoretti

Nickname: The Hit and Runner, Mr. No Brake, Taxi Driver

Backstory:

Once a hitman for a Sicilian-based crime family in his younger days, Marco’s been exiled from his hometown for unspecified reason, most probably involving an assassination gone wrong. Ever since then he have been everywhere, mostly as a mercenary, other as a hitman for hire. One thing for sure is that he always brings his unique brand of driving skill with him.

After several years of mercenary jobs and running over people with armor-plated Hummers, Marco decides to settle down in the city of New York. He, predictably enough, takes a job as a taxi driver. His reputation precedes him though, and soon criminal organizations begin to hire him as their hitman. He made sure never to stay with one organization; he learnt his lesson from his younger days.

After enough bodies rolling around, people begin to notice the amount of criminal who died from vehicular homicide and begin to fear his reputation. Marco decides to play it cool and let his identity being obscured by the rumors, making him larger than life as ‘The Hit and Runner’. He’s a pretty decent taxi driver too in case you’re wondering.

Speciality:

Vehicular Homicide, full stop. Marco was gifted with extraordinary driving skills ever since he was young, and now he has honed it to a superhuman degree. This is a guy who can balance a car on a guard rail with two tires while taking a sip from his coffee he just got from that vendor over there (no Starbucks, it’s too expensive). Stunts like driving with just his toes, or multitasking while he’s busy grinding to that elusive level 9999 is common occurrence for him. Also, he’s a very savvy guy, and knows just how much the average detective/police will search about vehicular homicide. So, he’s always careful not to leave trace of his involvement, and will rarely use the same vehicle twice for his hits.

He's also a professional gunman, and a pretty decent shot with all kinds of gun thanks to his superhuman reflexes. He can also gather information with surprising speed, and know how to look for information even at a foreign town.

Tools:

• For this mission, he has been supplied with an old friend: a military issue armor-plated Hummer. Marco hates the car because it stands out too much though.

• M1911 A1 Silenced, .45ACP. Silenced pistol, always good for when the target’s not accessible via motor vehicle.

• Silenced MAC-10, .45ACP. It’s good for drive-bys and one handed shooting.

• SP89, 9x19mm. An SMG, good for bullet spraying and accurate shooting alike. He prefers this one from the MAC-10 when he’s on foot.

• Sawn-Off Shotgun, 12 gauge. His preferred short range weapon, he’s strong enough to fire it with one hand.

• M4A1, 5.56x45mm. He probably not going to bust this unless necessary.

• RPG-7 Rocket Launcher, 40mm. Ditto this, emphasis on necessary.

• Steel Baseball Bat. For scaring away noisy neighborhood kid, it's not too shabby as a blunt weapon too.

• Crowbar. To break into locked windows and doors, rumored to be an effective weapon against berserk robots.

• Not an equipment per se, but he knows how to get information from hobos. You'll be surprised at what they know, given some cheap booze or generous sums of money. He also knows the place to get some cheap molotov cocktails for extra firepower.

[Illyasviel von Einzbern]

Name: Calgary MacLeod
Nickname: Alice, The Highlander (before meeting Bob)
Backstory:

The Highlander hails from Scottish myth and legend, of a man who died in battle and came back from the dead. After being cast out by his kinsmen (they believed he made a pact with the Devil), he wandered the earth, cursed to do so until "the day when Nessie would climb out of Loch Ness and destroy Scotland". It would be on that day where he would eventually come to rest after being mortally wounded by the Loch Ness Monster during an epic battle for the fate of Scotland. His death will cause a lightning storm the likes of which have never been seen since the age of heroes, when demigods roamed.

Or something like that. The story is so convoluted and twisted from its original form that it now sounds like a badly written fantasy book you'd pick up from a discount bookstore at 15 cents. Regardless of the real story, it's tickled the fancy of many people in the underworld, ever since a mysterious, apparently Scottish assassin started taking up hit jobs some 120 years ago.

Calgary MacLeod is the Highlander. It doesn't matter if she is the Highlander of myth, or just a person who took up the nickname. It doesn't matter if she is the same Highlander who started taking jobs 120 years ago, or if she's some kind of successor to a "legacy" of assassins using the name Highlander.

In any case, she hasn't gone by the moniker "Highlander" ever since she met her partner, Bob, who she's been working with for the past few years. Since that time, she's been going by the nickname 'Alice', as per the standard cryptography place-holder names. None of this matters. Because with or without her participation, the legend of the Highlander lives on... maybe until the day when Nessie climbs out of Loch Ness to destroy Scotland.

Speciality:

Alice is immortal. Her body is frozen in its prime, un-aging, unchanging. She cannot gain or lose weight, get a haircut, build up muscles, etc. The only way to kill her is through decapitation. Swords, lasers, whatever. As long as it separates her head from the rest of her body. Otherwise, she'll just be "dead" for a few minutes and get up like nothing happened. Oh, and that bit about the lightning storm? That's probably true. She's seen it a couple several countless times when she found and killed people like her.

To protect her head, Alice has trained for a really long time, and thus is highly skilled with, swordfighting. Her time in the assassination business has also given her some nice skills with explosives and a couple of firearms. But at the end of the day, these are just shortcuts to get her to her target, so that she can cut his head off. She has adjusted to work alongside Bob, but otherwise, can hold out on her own.

Because, you know... can't die.

Tools:

• Craosach - Meaning "voracious" in Scottish Gaelic, 'tis a sword made of some ridiculously hard stuff. It's sharp enough to make a clean cut through a person, bone and all. It recently got upgraded from "sword made of some ridiculously hard stuff" to "vibrosword made of some ridiculously hard stuff." So now it can cut through metal doors too, amongst other things. It has a sentimental value special significance to Alice.
  
  
• Suit - A black three-piece suit. Alice wears it to look professional and no-nonsense. Most people would just think she looks cool. She always carries a wardrobe full of them.
  
  
• SIGP229 - All you need to know: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P229#P229
  
  
• H&K MP7 - Again, all you need to know: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heckler_%26_Koch_MP7
  
  
• C-4 Explosive - The classic plastic explosive. Shape it any way you like, stick it to a wall, and BOOM.
  
  
• BMW S1000RR - Badass German motorcycle. See here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BMW_S1000RR
  

[Zack Smith]

Name: Jack Smith

Nickname: Bob, Mr. Stoic, That-Guy-Who-Throws-Himself-Off-Buildings, Not-So Suicide Bomber, The Immovable Wall, The Juggernaut (before meeting Alice)

Backstory:

Jack Smith is an american assassin who is now 28 years old. Hailing from America, this man grew up as a hitman that was held in high regards by various people as he always came back from a hit unscathed with the head of his chosen target. People in the underground believed that he was some kind of Juggernaut, crashing through everything and making a massacre out of everyone, earning him the moniker of Juggernaut.

Part of it was true. Jack is not a Juggernaut, but a man that simply cannot be killed in normal ways. It was with the glorious mean of exploding himself and killing his targets with gunshots that the man made a name of himself as one of the best assassins of where he lives.

The name of the Juggernaut was given up the day he met the Highlander, now known as Alice. Since then, he goes under the moniker of 'Bob' for the past few years.

Speciality:

Bob has the body of an immovable Juggernaut. His bones are unbreakable, as well as his complete body. Bob can throw himself off buildings and get up like nothing happened, he can enter a building with explosives, detonate the explosives and come out unscathed with no apparent injuries or whatever (His clothes, however, do not survive). Normal bullets cannot pierce him, swords cannot even scratch him; he has the body of a tank. He can resist nukes and not even flinch, and yet cannot die from radiation because his body forces every foreign substances out. Something crashes into him? He does not even budge from his spot, it's like the car just hit a wall. You can say that his only weakness is lasers (even with lasers, killing Bob takes a tid bit of time) and he is also extremely slow, as he tends to only walk toward a target and explode (Although he prefers not to, since the head of a target is important, and thus leaves the job of cutting the head to Alice). He is also very drownable.

Even with this body, Bob is affected by age, as he is not a true immortal like Alice, who is extremely old, according to rumors. However, like Alice, Bob cannot die through normal means. He has no extra strength, no extra speed, is not a swordman or a hardcore driver, he is only but a normal man who apparently cannot flinch from a nuke. He is, however, extremely skilled with a gun (and explosives).

Tools:

• Suit - A black three-piece suit. As to fit the Alice and Bob duo, Bob wears this suit to look like a professional. It also looks extremely cool, and as Bob usually explodes his clothes with a grenade, he always, ALWAYS has spares. Also, sunglasses. SPARES.
  
  
• Grenades - A lot of them.
  
  
• C-4 Explosives - Also a lot of them
  
  
• Browning Hi-Power - More info here en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Browning_Hi-Power

[Miliardo Red]

I see your immortal and raise you a robot.

Name: v.IX
Nickname: Vix, Vicky, Niner
Backstory:
Executive Order 2914-04 authorized the creation and use of nonbiological constructs for the elimination of dire threats to national and global security.

v.IX is the ninth construct of that series. It has more operational time than the previous eight constructs combined, and is considered the high-point of the 2914-04 Authorized series. While identical in construction to the sixth, seventh, and eighth constructs, it displays heightened problem-solving abilities, abilities to predict target actions, and initiative not seen in any of the other constructs. It's is an adaptable and creative problem solver, which puzzles it's creators; it's mental capabilities far exceed what it was designed for. If it wasn't so effective they would want to dismantle it to find out how it's different and make more like it. You'd almost think it's actually intelligent, but that would be silly... right?

"Niner" is often sent into messy jobs where it's high mental acuity are just as important as the ability to violently dismantle a main battle tank unaided, or on jobs where previous constructs have failed and things have gotten out of hand.

v.IX and it's cohorts are not widely known within the black ops community, except as terrifying black government boogeymen that are not really believed in. They are merely rumors told by assassins and spies to give each other the willies, not actually expected to exist. Their artificial nature is completely unknown, as is the fact that there is actually more than one of them.

Speciality:
Vix is an 8 foot tall, 600 pound jet-black combat robot, designed with unreal levels of strength, speed, and toughness. It can tear apart a tank bare-handed, outrun most cars, and survive direct hits from anti-material weaponry with minimal damage. Anti-tank weapons are generally too clumsy to hit it, as it's still mostly infantry-sized, but you really NEED an anti-tank weapon to effectively damage it.

v.IX is exceptionally well-designed for stealth and toughness. The black outer layer of it's armor is actually an active-camo sheath, which can turn the black into several different camouflage patterns on demand. It's head has no eyes or face, instead containing a suite of several passive sensors (Sonar, radar, light, chemograph, etc), with secondary sensors distributed along the body so that head-removal will not blind it. The entire body is sealed for all-weather operation; you could drop Nine into a lake and it would walk along the bottom just fine. It's systems are hardened and grounded against any sort of electronic warfare or interference; Niner could shrug off a direct lightning bolt without frying it's brain.

Niner has no active sensors or permenant external connections; no GPS, no always-on command signals or whatnot, nothing to trace back to it while it's on the field. Niner can speak through an audio circuit and has a radio transponder, which it generally uses for eavesdropping but rarely for communication, and an EM spectrum scanner in case someone's using stranger communication channels. Niner can also use connect itself to computers and hack, but generally does not do so.

Vicky is not programmed to be able to use explosives or guns... but it's also an unusually intuitive problem solver. While never designed with gunplay in mind, one should not be surprised if it does pick up a weapon and start firing. Primarily, v.IX merely sneaks toward the target, runs them down when sighted, tears them to into literal pieces and then runs like all hell; it has an extensive knowledge of human anatomy, and knows precisely where to grab your chest to pull your heart out. It also has several martial arts within it, but largely uses those to develop countermeasures. You will not see it dropping into a stance and going through katas.

Very important is the fact that it's a jet-black, eight foot tall human-shaped thing with inhuman proportions and no face, that can move in ways the human body can't, which likes to drop from the ceiling onto people like a giant predatory insect and can open armored vehicles like a car of sardines. Simply put, vIX is terrifying.

Tools:
None. Vix requires no external equipment after performing a HALO drop into the area. You could say it is it's own equipment.

[Alan Girm Moria]

This sir requires a shoe murderer. For luls.

Name: Gustavo de la Mancha

Nickname: Shoe Shine, Furious Flying Leather, Footwear Footpad

Backstory: Raised in a sweat shop in the back hills of Mancha, Spain from a young age Gustavo had plenty of experience making shoes. He was sold by his parents as an unwanted birth to Nike for a fair sum. Growing up making shoes Gustavo learned their ins and outs having to make them quickly to fulfill the company's demands. In his off time he took to throwing rocks at targets to vent his frustration.

Until one day when he became drowsy from the near oven temperatures and fell asleep. Seeing him dozing off on the assembly line his task master cracked a whip leaving a distinct Nike symbol scar behind his right ear. Fueled with rage Gustavo flung his completed shoe at the task master hard enough to crush his wind pipe as it connected. His time throwing rocks had paid off. He fled the sweat shop immediately after murdering the rest of the guards in a similar fashion.

From there it was history as Gustavo drifted toward the role of underworld assassin using his skills from his sweat shop days to rise to the top. He added on to his skills learning savate as well as arming the heels of thrown shoes with explosives. Now he seeks to earn the funds to start his own under ground war on Nike. This current job would more than help get his revenge under way.

Take note that Gustavo has only acquired experience and skill. He is a regular human and can be killed as such. Gustavo is of right now 23 years old and in his prime.

Specialty:

Throwing shoes: From his first kill in a sweat shop to the most recent job Gustavo is a master of thrown shoes. Easy to retrieve and take around undetected. Gustavo aims for the head and throat for making a kill when throwing shoes. Can wield any type of shoe proficiently high heels, cowboy boots, armanai loafers, you name it he can kill you with it. Usually stuffs most of his throwing shoes with dynamite in the heel.

Savate: A french kickboxing style that is suited to Gustavo's method of murder. When long range isn't always an option Gustavo picked up and mastered this art of fighting.

Stealth: Gustavo is a man and can be killed just like any other. In order to survive in his line of work he learned to blend in with crowds and scenery.

Making shoes: Gustavo creates his own shoes rather than buying from a corporation such as his hated nemesis Nike.

Tools:

• Pair of blue swede shoes - Contain a blade in each shoe near the tip. Blades made of a unique alloy that will not be picked up by a metal detector.
  
• Safe houses - 7 scattered around the city should he need to lay low or resupply. Each contain a supply of throwing shoes and explosive shoes. Various clothing is amassed in them as well for when he needs to disguise himself.
  
• Shoes - 10 is the total he can carry. 5 of them are explosive, 5 regular.
  
• Backpack- Used to carry around his shoes. Plain, without distinction, and colored grey.
  
• Fake moustache disguise - drmcninja.com/archives/comic/3p45 too manly to be described you can view it at the bottom of the comic
  

www.youtube.com/watch?v=5D5oKEVqQJg Like this but with instant death instead of whiny complaints.

[Blake Mcdermott]

Name: Terry Dolohov
Nickname: The Doc / Doc / Medic / Doc the Medic / Doc Medic / Medoc / Any variation of aforementioned words
Backstory:
The doc's background is shrouded in mystery. Well, not so much shrouded in mystery anymore as ridiculously convuluted, laced with improbable happenings, absurd amounts of gratuitous violence, and contrived coincidences, courtesy of a trio of movies that were made based on his moniker. Which didn't make Terry very happy at all. Especially since her gender managed to get switched around, and royalties seemed to be all but forgotten in the wake of the box-office hit, although, to be fair, the doc was a pretty elusive fellow in urban myth to begin with.

Now, as the stories go, doc was anything from a med-school dropout, a vampire, werewolf, witch, communist, mafioso, cyborg, or any combination of those things. It is important to note that all bar none of those things are dirty, dirty lies. Because Terry is actually a zombie! Well not really. A Slavic fairy, or a Rusalka. Which mean's she's pretty much undead. She's been undead since 1784 due to circumstances she'd rather note mention. She grew out of being a succubus-mermaid after a few decades, though.

Stuff happened, her urban legend formed some time during the mid 1940's when this whole string of mob lords was dying of unknown causes, and fast forward to present. The underworld pays well, and, let's face it, she's a russian-zombie-fairy-thing who has a big-fjucking-axe (BFA), carries around a small armoury, and can't die unless her locket gets destroyed. What's she doing to do, get an office job?

Rulsaka (not actually a zombie. But hey.)

Speciality:
Okay, look,she's a hundreds-year old Russian-zombie-fairy, and is, for all intents and purposes, immortal as long as she has her locket on her. There ain't nothing she can't do. Except, well, the stuff that she can't do. One thing she has perfected, however, is the art of wielding her BFA. It's a little ridiculous, considering it's taller than she is, but it works, and she uses an unique enough form of combat that nobody else uses anything quite like it, only if nobody uses lochaber axes in this day and age.

Despite her moniker, what she actually fails at is being an actual medic. She never becomes ill, wounds close up on themselves, and she normally works alone. There was never any reason for her to be called 'Doc' in the first place. Except that a hundred odd years of practice has made her a very good method actor, and she seems to really enjoy impersonating doctors, brain surgeons included. She now has several hundred lines that she can rattle off at rote about vaguely medicine-related stuff. Of course, it's all back to killing and maiming once she runs out of material.

Furthermore two-hundred odd years under her belt means that she's picked up quite a bit of knowledge about various things. Bits and bobs, odds and ends. Life experience, if you will. No matter who you are, she's going to look down on you.

And she can pewpew you with grenades and guns. If that even needed to be mentioned. Y'know. Carrying around a small armoury an' all.



Tools:
A 1.8m lochaber axe that's taller than she is. Decapitation. The best way to go. The axe can somehow cut through solid steel. Try not to ask about it, it gets Terry one a woefully long tangent on how beautiful her weapon is, which starts off by drawing your attention to the fantabulously long shaft. If it still needs to be said, the axe is as much a sentimental item as it is a weapon.

A 'medkit' that's woefully lacking in the first aid department. Bandages? Antiseptic? Who needs those when you can have more sharp things & explody things?

ATK XM25 airburst 25mm grenade launcher, with relevant ammunition. Info found here

Silver Shadow Gilboa APR (Assault Pistol Rifle) x2. Once more, information found here

Badass longcoat, because that's what everyone needs. Soot-coloured, flows in the wind, and is good to hide things under.

Sunglasses. For the cool. And a nice hat.

A locket, as her 'comb'. Never leaves home without it, as it's what keeps her all superpowered and invincible. Without it, well, yeah. She'd be screwed.

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I win most ridiculously stupid character.

[Ishikawa Goemon]

Name: Mr. Mouse

Nickname: Magic Fingers, The Hobo

Backstory:Originally a boy that was forced to survive in the streets of New York from a young age, called Mouse for lack of a better name. His life was turned around when he was taken in by a hobo. This wasn't just any hobo, it was a hobo who was a master of the ancient art of miming. Yes, miming. Why was he out in the streets when he could have made a fortune with his tricks? The man never told Mouse and Mouse didn't care as long as the old man taught him his magic. Yes. miming. At the age of 19, Mouse had mastered the art of killing people with his imaginantion. It was here that the hobo handed him a note.

"Do you wanna be the hobo?"

Mouse, who had taken an oath of silence during his training, merely nodded in response. And after an epic mime fight that had spanned nearly 4 hours, his master laid in a pool of his own blood. Mouse had become the hobo and he for the first time in his life he was proud of himself. After looting his masters body and leaving it to rot on the side of the road (as any other hobo would) mouse decided that he wanted to explore the world in hopes of improving his skills. He became an assassin to get the funding he needed to travel.

Oh, there are many adventures in Mouses life. The time he fought Sir Edwark the twenty seventh, master vampire of the honey badgers. The time he accidently summoned the god of johns, a minor deity deticated to toilets, toilet paper, and and indoor plumbing (was forced to complete the 13 labors of bathroom cleaning to make up for that one). The time he met his long lost sister, who was actually a genderbent clone of his given cybernetic enhancements and raised by pirates hell bent on taking over England (she currently works as a singer in australia). Mouse can't even count the number of adventures he's had in his life time (this is more due to his inability to count past the number ten then the actual number of adventures. No basic education or anything, after all).

And now? Now he's been assigned to kill some poor sod and anyone who gets in his way. Just another day at the office for Mr. Mouse.

Speciality: Mr. Mouse is a psychic that has had his powers refined through the arts of miming. With his abilities he's able to make anything into a reality as long as it's big enough to fit into his hands or can be scuplted by his hands. He can't create buildings, he can't create cars, he can't make planes, etc. But what he can make are bazookas, machine guns, parachuts; things that can fit into his hands. The only time this doesn't apply is to basic things like walls or platforms. And even then he can only make them as big as he is tall (4'11). Whatever he makes, it's treated as if it was the real thing by the human brain. He can gun you down with his imaginary machine gun! He can slit your throat with his imaginary knife! He just blew up your car with an imaginary rocket launcher! His mind makes it real, for both him and you.

And can he dual wield his imagination? You better believe he can. he's at such a level that he can create to different existences at the same time from his miming. Dual wield sword and shield, dual wield two SMGs at once, create two walls to guard himself at two directions, etc. Note: That the objects mimed have the same endurance as what they would have in real life. A stone wall that gets hit with enough force will collapse and so would a mimed stone wall, for example.

Tools:

He doesn't need anything else but the clothes on his back and his immmmmaaaggggginnnnnaaaattttiiioooonnn miming.


I'm doing it wrong/trying too hard.