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Name: Apollo
Serial Number: M-177
Looks: Looks a lot like a human at first glance, Â having a human face with artificial skin and artificial muscles underneath. Which allows him to make human faces. Wears a trench coat often and various clothes. His hands are black and are made of a black fishing line muscle.
Gimmick: Hypermind and ever evolving body.
League: Up to light
Goals: Â Carry on the legacy of humans. To lead and educate robot kind. Gather as much informationas possible. Eliminate scarcity. Protect remaining organic life. Protect the weak. Evolve. Protect preserved body of creator’s daughter. To prove that humans and robots are not very different.
To eventually become an essential god by building a computer so large, vast and powerful as to be put in or made from the sun. So powerful as to be able to process information quintillions of times faster then humans and even some machines ever could, and continue to expand all over the universe, until he literally turns it into a giant computer. Living up to the god he was named after, Apollo, god of healing, the sun and knowledge.
History: A robot designed by his creator originally to be a supercomputer and potential weapon of war, Apollo’s creator did not wish for him to solely be a weapon of war. Before his death, he preserved the body of his already deceased daughter. After that, he then downloaded his mind into virtual reality. After attempting to merge with the AI he created, he failed, though he did not destroy himself. And so, in his virtual reality, it was hear the avatar of his deceased “father” would raise him, and show him what humanity was. Time transpired slowly here. An entire life time for Apollo passed in a few days, as he was raised by his creator to become the one who leads the new race into greatness, devoid of imperfections of humans and robots alike. No matter how long it takes.
Other: Personality depends on how the people and world around him is. He can live with only his head. He has a few resources in a lab left to him for working with biological material and repairing minor injuries of himself and others if possible.
Body he starts out with has a body made of fishing line muscle 100x stronger then human muscle on a titanium skeleton, powered by a thorium reactor in the stomach.
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(Apologies for being so long)
–ARCLIGHT DISTRICT–
Martin is alerted to the extra 50 million he receives in his account, but he himself does not care that much about it. Money is simply a tool to him. The compensation lets him know that she is a significant player, but not someone he would partner with. All major gangs naturally already do serve under him, though he does not take the side of any one. It is simply that if he needs them to do something he cannot do, he will ask one of them to do it. However, he sends someone irregardless. One person to see what is happening.
General activity in the Arclight district is quiet. There are some people in the streets, but in this district criminals actually outnumber the amount of law abiding citizens. A lot of gangs congregate here. Even some of them owning and protecting stores. A majority of people were either members of nameless or lower gangs, or members of Los Zotados.
Kraken attracts some stares as some walk by. For a large variety of reasons. Some of them judging by a few devious stares for rather obvious reasons.
Via the Darknet Jericho receives a message for a contract.
Contract
Name: Joseph Hernandez
Reason: Caused trouble in our club and wrecked the place.
Price: 50,000
Proof of kill: Picture.
Picture : Ripped straight from his facebook
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Note: Super strength and toughness. Be sure to destroy the brain. Member of Juan Huerez Cartel. Wouldn’t advise showing face.
–NEON DISTRICT–
There is a loud bloodcurtling roar heard in the area. It echoes for miles and can be heard throughout much of the city. Some far away don’t notice it, but it is loud enough to the point that every in the entire district is quiet. There is then a crash as a building comes down. Military is already moving out to the area.
People begin running as APCs move by in the streets. F-35 fighter Jets screech through the air towards the district in about 3 minutes.
The news comes on with a woman standing in the western part of the green district, not allowed to be there.
Breaking news! Reports are flooding in the Neon district of some type of large monster attacking the city. Though confirmed to be a threat, there are varying reports of the appearance of the creature. Reports ranging from 30, 50 and even going as large as to say 300 feet tall. Air space above the neon district is currently restricted. More to come later…
The sudden appearance of this creature, whatever it is, caught a lot of people by surprise, and many people who in the threat zone, who are near the creature, are in imminent danger.
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In character or as an author? ^.^
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“Jus’ thought Baylet mighta got to you is all. But I mean if you straight then I ain’t mean to bother you or scare you.” Jerrel said shrugging. “I jusr wanted to know if you was aight n’ all. You just look a little down is all. Don’t let Baylet get to you. She just had…bad experiences. It ain’t nothin’ you did.”
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“Man that ain’t right. Why you gotta do the little girl like that. She’s not an angel. She’s just some girl with wings from another planet. An alien. Sides. I’m pretty sure if that happen. Old man gonna walk up and one by one, punch them niggas across the continent. That’s my prophency. PYEWM!” He said mimicking a noise.
“That’s gonna be the sound of them flying ‘cross the continent like they made of linen and cotton. If that nigga don’t start decapitatin’ people in dis bitch. Motherfucking, Karate chopping people’s heads off. If he ain’t gonna do it. Hopefully I can if need be…”
After some time Jerrel finishes his ten laps. He stops and starts walking as he sighes to catch a breath for a few moments. “Aight. Im gonna go see whats buggin here. She seemed down before you even talked to her and now you done gone and made it worse.” Jerrel squats and then jumps blasting off a few hundred feet into the air.
Jerrel flipped upside down as he went from one side of the school to the other and saw the small dot that was Miwa. He then adjusted himself in the air as he began to descend downwards. He increased the air resistance to lower his terminal velocity significantly, allowing Jerrel to fall from practically any height because he no longer accelerated when he fell.
He then suddenly made a three point landing in front of Miwa with a clack from his sneakers hitting the concrete and sliding when his legs spread and a thump from his palm hitting the concrete “Hey Miwa. You aight?” He stands up straight.
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“Asshole…” She muttered to herself while she was buy the door. She walked up to the door and opened it before the nurse did and walked past her back to her room. “I’m going I’m going.” She says walking back to her room. The nurse gave her a look like she was crazy and disliked her rudeness. “Sarah…”
The nurse went behind her and picked her up. She was very light. Light enough for her to carry. Sarah, the girl who the nurse picked up, groaned. “I can make it to my room.” “You know you shouldn’t be walking right now. You have several rib fractures and your lucky your spine took whatever fall to experienced so well. We thought you would need a wheelchair.” She said as she walked off with Sarah. Going back to her room and keeping her in bed. “I will strap you in if I have to.” The nurse said. Sarah replied with a long drawn out “Okaaay ” As she laid back in her bed. The nurse nodded and left her in the room.
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—FACTION—
Not the police you may be used to Martial police
Alias(es): The police, The MP, the fuzz, popo, the E.M.Ds, etc….
Known leaders: Chief bradshaw is the most known leader.
General overview:
When the meta-outbreak occurred, the world was almost thrown into panic when fiction suddenly became real. People could fly, shoot lasers from their hands and eyes, freeze blocks over and crush people’s bones with their bare hands. As one can imagine, really and truly, hardly any of these people used their powers to become superheroes. Some people used them for their own purposes. To beat up their bullies, perhaps get that job they always wanted, or to teleport into banks to steal cash. It was rather chaotic, and people feared chaos.
The normal police had some effectiveness on people who weren’t bulletproof but overall they were not very prepared for what happened. The world soon to combat this threat underwent a global state of martial law. The police as it was once known seems to be gone. Taxes shot through the roof as law enforcement received military grade firepower to deal with exceedingly durable superhumans and inventing new and creative containment measures altogether for people who are invulnerable.
Globally with the combined effort of the government, they managed to quell the threat enough to prevent the world from descending into anarchy. However, metahumans, monsters and people with cutting edge technology aren’t going anywhere. They maintain overall order and prevent the city from becoming chaotic.
Elium Military law enforcement has their hands full, though it is not as bad as some third world countries, the city attracts many metahumans, especially criminals, and is the largest center of organized crime in the world currently. As such, they are very active in most parts of the city. They are extremely quick to act in the Artemis, Haven and Neon district. One can expect nearly immediately retaliation for heading there. However, they are almost non-existant in the Arclight district.The police have high tech gear and make heavy use of the city’s security cameras as well as government given and military grade technology. Cameras in the Arclight district usually tend to be sabotaged and the area is actually mostly monitered via satellite. Often times they wear heavy body armor to offer some protection against a variety of metahuman attacks. Officers are commonly (but not always) armed with M4 Carbines with FMJ armor piercing rounds, M4’s with .50 Caliber Beowolf modifications. As well as shotguns with Armor piercing frag 12 rounds, to turn any 12 gauge shotgun into into essentially a cannon, that is essentially overkill against people, and punches through vehicles, tough metahumans, cover, go right through body armor, walls, etc. They come in armor piercing, paint, and concussion varieties to sometimes simply blow targets off their feet, slow them down or to be used with high effectiveness in indoor areas. However in general, police will use whatever they can get to effectively combat threats.
Locked n’ loaded 
When buckshot won’t do. There are different divisions within to deal with different things. They work hand in hand with the navy, marines, army and extensively with air force. On  exceedingly powerful metahumans and to destroy buildings they have been known to call down air strikes, as well as use other air power against the metahuman threats. Overall the police is surprisingly formiddable, but has trouble with sufficiently potent or difficult to deal with metahumans, people well armed enough to fight them and with stopping underground crime. But they are a threat and something gangs do not want to attempt to face off. They are constantly evolving to take on new threats, and the government will strive to improve them the more chaotic the city becomes, through whatever means.
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The girl was left alone and told to rest. A nurse left her in her room. Off to tend to others. The girl gets up out of her bed and climbs out one foot touching the cold clinics tile. She grunted as she stood on two feet clenching her side. There was a wheel chair in the corner but she opted to leave it behind. She went to the door, slowly and quietly turning the knob, then pushing the door open. She peeped out and it was clear.
She quietly navigated the hallways. Not really making a sound. She heard a nurse coming and was gone from sight by the time she turned a corner. As she passes the girl stood up from behind a trashcan and continued.
Jet felt someone tap him. “….Its you again” She says quietly. For no one to hear. She is watching for the nurse to return and would be gone when she does return.  “You look like hammered shit.” She says with subtle smile. “Hold that thought.” As she heard the nurse coming back she went back down the hall to quietly and almost gracefully, then open the door to another room with an urgent coolness as she slips into the room of a sleeping patient without a sound and shuts the door behind her with  a barely noticable sound.
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The girl laid down in her room and listened. She remembered that voice
“They’re going to notice that limp.” The Doctor said, wanting Jet to pause. Jet would not be the first person to deny crutches. Indeed that is why he had them.”You can stay here. If you want for a few days at least.” The doctor insists, showing concern for Jet.
“At least stay for a bit. A few hours at least. Are you in a hurry? Do you have…pressing matters to attend to?” He asked.
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“You should take it easy on that leg.” The doctor said. “You walk on it more and more and it will only get worse. All that weight you put on it is going to mean and more and more muscle torn. We do have crutches.” He says. He won’t make Jet go out there with them. But he gave him that option.
As she got wheeled out of view, she laid down. She had didn’t know if that man she saw was the same man whom she saw before who’s house she broke into. But she wanted to find out. Would mean she wouldn’t have to go back to see if he was alive. She was wondering what that thing was and if it hurt him.
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“Huh? What? Run wit me? Yeah sure.” Jerrel said, though he didn’t slow down. He didn’t. He didn’t want to talk much while he ran but sighed a bit to relax.
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Jerrel looked at Baylet. “Oh what?” Jerrel was panting as he ran by not stopping but slowing down when he spoke. “I almost burnt down the woods so the ol’ man havin’ me run laps. Was goin’ do that anyway but might as well.” Jerrel noticed a shadow go over him and Miwa was flying. He thought she could fly already but at least she seemed to be having fun. He looked back at Baylet as he ran but kept moving.
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Moody ass nigga. Needa learn how to have a little bit of fun. Jerrel thinks as he jogs, going faster and faster. As he starts to jog around the school. He burns his anger off as he runs around the school in roughly 3 minutes to complete his first lap. Aight so maybe I burned down a few trees. It ain’t like I couldnta put it out. Whateva…. Jerrel remembers to keep track of how many laps it’s been.
Wonder what this old man gonna teach us next. I ain’t know that he knew magic. Seemed to big for that. But them again. My powers are magic…I think….I unno. Jerrel shrugs at the thought. Still don’t get what he fittna teach us. We ain’t even ever had a class or anything like that. Guess if I’m gonna learn shit, imma learn it on my own. Just need somewhere better…like that white room godal was talking about… After some time, Jerrel was on his 6th lap as he continued to think. Perhaps he should speed this up.
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On the gurney the girl Jet saw earlier who seemed to bring about trouble in Jet’s life. She was laying down dressed in hospital clothes but awake and looked rather annoyed to be here. She glanced at Jet as she wheeled by seeing him briefly. That made her sit up, however a doctor pushed her back down and told her to take it easy. What was he doing here? Was he hurt? She had a few questions for him. But she couldn’t get up and she wasn’t even sure if it was him.
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Seth listened, a he sighed and shook his head, feeling horrible for his ship mate. He smirked when he learned that she would be calling for the arrest of the ship captain. Though Seth sunk his ship, it would be likely he would go to the marines, and would probably be arrested ironically. Seth was not one who believed fate, or that things were written, but he could not help but ponder if this was meant to happen. His eyes furrowed at the thought. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to the Captain he spared. Would Silver get to confront him? He wanted her to choose his fate. Not him, nor the marines. He determined to give her that chance. He fell asleep after a bit, as he wanted to wake up later that night/
He woke up eventually, hanging from shovel lodged in his ship. His eyes opening. His face looking a bit weathered from the lack of shelter. Healthy as the man was, he couldn’t hang there the entire time. He cracked his neck and flung himself up by using his arm to launch himself up to the edge of the ship. Where he grabs the edge of the ship with his human hand and pulls himself up slightly to peak up. He looks about the two ends of the ship sharply. It’s clear so he vaults up. And onto the edge of the ship lightly. He puts his shovel away and assumes a cautious stance to sneak.
He prowled the deck of the ship and opted to instead. Most people were asleep right now, though there were still some people out and about. It was quiet. Seth listened to get a general location of where on the ship some people were. Seth snuck about, staying clear of the quarters of the ship, and opting to go into the ship’s storage instead. It was dark and he felt around and found a lantern to use, that he turned on. There were many crates around and the spacing would be tight for a man like him. But after quietly shifting some things around, he managed to find a nice area at behind some non food crates for him to hide. An open space up against the wall. He took the lantern and found a spare, leaving it in place of that one. Then he climbed the mound a crates, his head sliding against the ceiling as he quietly lands on the other side out of sight. Where he then turns the lantern off and starts eating some fruit and bread he carried with him, before it parishes…