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Jericho looks at his phone, the message coming immediately. “Well that was helpful.” He said simply. Now he didn’t have to follow any leads, he could get right to the action. The message read of the Inferno club, he could be there in 2 minutes, screw 5.
He walked out, hands behind his back, and with a quick look around to make sure no one was watching took to the air, at super speeds, and was at the Inferno club in a minute 30 seconds, landing down behind the club and rounding about. “Now where is big boy….” He said, watching the front of the exit, and looking around for potential weapons he could just skewer him with and be on his way. Telephone poles, Railings, Iron Studs, Cars, Mail boxes… anything metal will do, long as its dense enough to get through him.
He smiled, spying a nearby car, with the wheels on bricks, and sat on top of it, waiting for his target to show himself. He checked his phone, and set his timer for 2 minutes. “Should be about the time this huge necked fuck comes around here.” He said to himself, pulling out a malleable piece of aluminum from his pockets, and playing around with it, making it into several shapes through magnetism, a star, a cube, and just a few other simple things.
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Jericho messages back on Darknet stating that he can fufill the contract, all he has to do is grab a camera. In a few minutes his skull make-up has been reapplied and he chooses to don a large dark hoodie that he can use to shadow his face and cover his hair. In a minute he’s out the door again, and on his way to the tech store.
Lights off, no one inside, “Easy.” He says to himself, unlocking the door and short-circuiting the electrical systems so the alarm cannot come on. A quick walk up and down the aisles leads him to exactly what he’s looking for…
It isn’t more than 2 minutes when he’s in and out of the closed store with a durable camera that takes some digital pictures. No one will miss it. Usually his contracts gave him leads on where to go, and who to talk to, but he had heard of a club getting completely wrecked by some large “Roid Monkey” so he guesses that would be the first place to check…
“What was the name of that place again… Shit. Couldn’t have hurt them to put more in their messages. Can’t stand it when they don’t even tell me where to start looking…”
Wait… 50,000 is actually pretty high for what his normal contracts are now that he takes a moment to think about it… Maybe he’ll move out of this district, get a job, since he does know allot about computers, maybe someone in the upper class districts needs an IT guy… He shakes his head out of that train of thought rather quickly. “No time to worry about that now. Job to do. Can worry about that later…” He pushes open the door to the club…
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((It might be able to find similar faces, and they can make inferences from there. Though I don’t know what whatsyourface has in mind exactly.))
Jericho kicks the dead body away and takes out a bottle of water to wash his hands of blood from his vicious palm strike. He took flight out of the construction site and flew high and silent in the night sky towards the sewer pipes, the entrance to his makeshift home.
The one room was built into an offset tunnel of the sewage pipes, and covered by a 4 movable wall of steel and stone that only he could move by shifting the steel spikes in the wall and pushing the stone backwards into a crevice for the room to fit in.
In the room was a small computer that had a screen page updated with breaking news and underground websites talking about the latest happenings in Arclight. One of these detailed Martin’s intervention in a gang war and some hero stopping a monster flying around the city, but this was all ignored by him to instead inform his latest client that the j was done, and the proof of kill was in his possession… all through Darknet of course.
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Another day. Another dollar. Though that dollar always felt better with a chase to it, especially in a stereotypical construction site.
Jericho sprinted after his target in the Arclight district. Fat bastard looked so funny when he ran. It would be so much easier to just magnetize his belt to the pole and beat him to death or reverse his blood flow, and kill him that way, but getting his own heart pumping, and tackling the target felt so much better.
“Comin for ya Porky!” He yelled behind the fat man, before tackling him right to the ground and slamming a hand over his mouth, and raising a hand that turns his fist into mush with a palm strike.
He gets up wiping the blood off of his hands with a wet wipe and tossing it away. With a wave of his hand, the man’s metal belt “Everything’s Bigger In Texas” buckle flies into his pocket. “Time to get paid.”
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Jericho takes his finger and burns his name into the paper sloppily.
JERICHO WATKINS
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1. Name: Jericho Watkins
2. Alias(es): N/A
3. Identity: Public
4. Gender: Male
5. Age: 20
6. Appearance:
Exobody:
-6’4″ Tall
7. Abilities:
All of his abilities come from a void in his chest, which absorbs Dark Matter particles and the collisions from said particles and the ensuing radiation power him to be able to survive and slow down his aging for as long as his body will last under the constant wear and tear it is put through.
Electromagnetic Fundamental Force Manipulation, capable of manipulating magnetism, electromagnetic radiation, and electricity. Through it he can manipulate and generate Microwaves, Radiation, Infared Radiation, X-rays, and Radio waves. He does not have absolute control of electromagnetism and relies on his physical ability plus that of his control of his power as the more he lifts, and moves around, the more it pushes against him as well.
He is capable of lifting 75 tons, and moving at 200,000 mph by converting most of his mass to electricity. He can only go that fast in orbit as moving that fast in the atmosphere will tear his body apart.
By manipulating his own magnetic field he is capable of flying and hovering.
He is capable of manipulating vector fields to deflect oncoming attacks. He cannot directly reflect it back in the opposite direction. He must know the attack is coming to be able to manipulate it’s vectors as well. The Vectors are only EM Vectors and can only work on things that are magnetic. So he can only deflect EM waves, metallic objects, electricity, and anything that’s been magnetized.
His durability is superhuman but not entirely bulletproof. Assault rifle rounds, and below will glance off of, and maybe hurt the body slightly, but tank rounds, anti material rounds, rail gun fire, will all seriously or critically damage him.
Jericho has Schizophrenia. When he doesn’t take his pills for a long period of time the hallucinations have a tendency to cause a power to activate. To create an Exobody built from self contained plasma and holding it together with EM waves. In this state he is able to perceive more by sense of sight and hearing, allowing his manipulation of Vectors to be much more accurate and perceive much more incoming attacks. In this state the hallucinations are so great that he must either run out of energy, and fall to sleep, be given his meds by someone entering the Exobody somehow, or being calmed by any number things be it loud, yet soothing music, telepathy, hitting it successfully enough times to drain the energy from the Exobody, or getting the man inside listening to reason. The form may also completely drain of energy if he’s in the form long enough.
((Skills)) >1. Moderate skills with guns. >2. Skill with custom fighting style that involves breaking opponent’s bones and debilitating their ability to fight back or run.
8. Occupation: Hitman for hire.
9. History: To be revealed.
10. Personality: Quiet. Ruthless. Schizophrenic. Hears constant auditory illusions if he doesn’t get a dose of an anti psychotic every few days. Does not have much of a soft side when in public. Self serving before anything else. Believes in a “Survival of the Fittest” mindset.
11. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
12. Misc: Has Schizophrenia.
13. Themes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDyAouw3nUw ((Paranoia- Hans Zimmer, Pharrell Williams))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml55_NAkui8 ((Madworld OST: 09 – Crazy))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vc-pQsoTL9c ((Madworld OST: Look Pimpin!))
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“Well this is new…” Jericho said watching the military base from the distance. “Flying infected, dead goliaths, hunters all over the damn place. If I helped would they give me a medal…. nah, let’s make em more desperate.” He said, looking over to a water tower, causing it to turn red, and explode with several hunters coming from it and leaping towards the base.
“Wonder how much bullshit I can get away with before someone notices me up here… Probably might wanna get the armor ready incase they call some laser drone strike on me, ain’t that right, Runt?” He said looking over to a smaller Brawler next to him about the size of Great Dane. “You want in there too don’tcha? Well go on, and don’t get killed!” He said slapping it off the edge of the building, causing it to land on its feet, cracking the sidewalk and sprinting off to the building with the other hunters, brawlers, and juggernauts.
“I don’t even think hopeless can accurately describe this situation right now.” He stood up, and raised his hand like a maestro, and several hydras popped out of the ground. “Let’s Play Jericho’s Sonata version 5 in E minor.” He pulled out a small stick in one hand, and a music book in the other, and began to play, the Hydras moving like reaper’s scythes, tearing into whatever non infected being they could.
“And disguise… can’t forget the disguise.” He said morphing into an unassuming hobo who looks pretty insane waving a stick around on the roof nearby.
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Jericho could see only darkness. Perhaps a dumpster wasn’t the best place to hide from military choppers, but nevertheless, he really didn’t feel like fighting a chopper and throwing the yellow zone into a panic and having his face plastered all over the nightly news.
The sound of helis faded away as he peeked out to find the alley he’s hiding in mostly empty. ‘Run, run as fast as you can. Can’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man.’ He thought to himself with a little skip to his step. ‘Best part of being infected is making virus carriers. They won’t show signs of the virus themselves but everywhere they go they spread it, and so many of the military just leave themselves open for me to infect them.’
He walked out into the street and took a look at all the lights that used to signify to the world that the City of Angels was the place to be and that it wasn’t a hellhole infected by disease and crime. Of course its always been a hellhole but he just makes it worse without a single “Evolved” on his side either. It’s about time to turn the world upside down now. He sticks his index finger in the back of some random passerby who immediately starts to convulse and vomit before they explode outward like a human sized grenade, throwing people across the street and into stores.
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Accepted.
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Name: Jericho Watkins
Race: Prototype
Role: Infected
Appearance: Jericho is 6’3 in height, with dark brown colored skin, and very short curly hair. His figure is imposing, by shaping his body as efficiently as he could with wide shoulders, longer arms, and larger muscles to allow him to move faster and lift more. He has sharp facial features and coal black eyes. At the beginning of this RP he weighs in at 750 pounds.
Abilities and skills: At the beginning of this RP, his abilities are the standard, endurance, stamina, agility and strength that come with his version of the virus. Shape shifting abilities include consuming and disguise. Combat abilities are Tendrils and low level muscle augmentation to carry and throw cars.
Bio: Will be revealed as story goes on.
Alignment: Neutral Evil. Leans towards simply using the infected and other involved to accomplish his own goals rather than a nihilistic sense of destroying the world or infecting the planet.
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Jericho grimaced beneath the mask. “I have been in much worse battles than this. One tank is nothing. Can I have the coordinates?” He said the yellow lights on his mask turning red, and his HUD ready to receive information.
His muscles were flexed, ready to sprint for the door at top speed for their location the moment Big Boss gave the order, but only when Big Boss gave the order.
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Jericho stood in the room quietly. The light glinting off of his mostly steel body. After Big Boss’s outburst he raised his head from looking at the ground. “Is there someone that needs support out there boss?” He said the lights on his mask lighting up and his HUD loading up in view, identifying Kim on the other side of the room and Big Boss next to him.
“I am always available for battle.” He said uncrossing his arms, and putting his hands on the blade at his waist.
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Name: Jericho
Age: 25
Appearance: Jericho is a cyborg, with most of his body covered in an artificial muscle fiber exo-suit and steel that allow him to shield himself from brief bullet fire, and survive explosions. Jericho stands at 6’3 with a metal mask covering his face and head most of the time unless he is around strictly Big Boss or other high ranking personnel. The mask has several yellow glowing dots on it that act as a form of camera, increasing his field of view to 210 degrees all around him. Besides that there isn’t much else about his appearance.
Equipment: Jericho is equipped at all times with an extremely sharp vibration sword that is made from Damascus steel and welded with nanotubes for durability. His other equipment are as follows: A .45 ACP pistol with blue tipped explosive rounds on them, and several recharge packs for his blade in case it begins to run out of power. His eyes are altered in a way that allows him to see a HUD of his current health status, time, and video chat with other people on the HUD.
Skills and Abilities: Jericho has trained himself in battle with his sword and 210 degree vision to be near unbeatable in close range warfare. His skill with small arms and HUD displays allow him to see where his bullets travel, and adjust accordingly. He has allowed himself to be filled with nanomachines that run through his body to repair his muscles and vital organs for him while he is in combat. These nanomachines have the added affect of stimulating centers of his brain to give the effect of slowed sense of time, to allow him to react to quick situations. His artificial muscle fibers give him great strength and power, allowing him to lift massive vehicles and toss them away, and punch fragile human beings into red mist.
History: Jericho was found in a militant training camp by Big Boss. With his help Jericho poisoned the leader of the camp, and became Big Boss’s child soldier, escaping in the infighting that took place after the death of their leader. Afterwards Jericho found total devotion in Big Boss’s movement, allowing himself to be subjected to deadly procedures to infuse his body with advanced technology and become Big Boss’s first and most powerful to this day, super soldier.
Personality: Jericho is silent, most of the time, refusing to associate with most people that aren’t of higher ranking than him, and simply going about his duties on a day to day basis, and increasingly dangerous missions. In private however he considers himself a funny person, and light hearted but with total devotion to Big Boss’s cause. In battle his personality almost completely shifts, to a sadistic man, who enjoys to toy with his opponents, or simple brutal savagery, cleaving opponents apart, and laying waste to a battle field.
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Allot of people like to think about my mask. When they see it, some are intrigued, afraid, horrified, and anything else in the dictionary, but I think I’d prefer it like that. No one ever asks what is beneath the mask. In truth it is but a man, one who in the day cleaves militia in twain, and by night likes to watch the stars in the night sky. Beneath this mask is man who massacres at night, and eats breakfast with his family in the morning. Beneath my mask is someone who feels remorse over his dark work, and at the same time, a demon who loves his job. Beneath it lies someone named Jericho, a person who’s learned that the best way to go about his life is to, ‘Speak softly, and carry a big stick.’