Im interested in learning some of your characters histories and back stories this thread is where we can post our stories.
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What is your characters backstory?
57 posts · 2006-03-03 17:37:08 to 2007-03-01 05:48:11
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OK LEIK SKOLMINT WON DAY WUZ LEIK ON HIS COMPUTER AND LEIK CYBERING WITH HOT CHIX ALL DAY AND THN LEIK ONE OF TEH CHIX LEIK WAS FANTASY CYBERING WITH HIM AND WUZ LEIK SAYIN LEIK WE WAZ LIVING IN A DREAM WORLD AND THEN WE LIKE MET UP AND SHE GAMME ME A DOPE *CENSORED* PILL I THOUGHT IT WAS LEIK SOME E OR SOMETIN BUT THEN I WOKE UP IN A CAVE AND THIS SUX I WANNA GO BACK!
The RP stories I post give that away, but until they are finished no point in spoiling it 
My character was raped by a pastor at the age of four.
That's why he's always skeptical and pissed off.
As its a full year since I wrote my characters back story and theres no way to read it, this might not tally fully with what is written there but the gist should be the same and this probably reads better....or maybe not I've no idea lol.
Sarah Bryant came from a rich family background, she was always physically very strong and dedicated to exercise etc but even taking this into consideration she seemed to be able to call on strength beyond natural limits. Her somewhat violent and sadistic nature had her spend a spell in the juvenile Penitentiary' and when she was released she found her on the underground fighting circuits and even in illegal 'death-matches' where her unusual prowess came to the attention of Ookami. With a lack of conscience or remorse Sarah became a hired thug for the Merovingian, one of the few blue-pills to rise to a position as a Chateau guard (a disguise she still sometime employs) and in this role encountered and fought Niobe and Zion forces on several occasions.
Zion finally selected Sarah for extraction, as much to remove her as an obstacle as to perhaps exploit her contacts within the Merovingian organisation. However she was too vicious and ruthless for most redpill duties and came into conflict with Niobe on several occasions before having her Matrix access revoked. Unable to accept rejection and the loss of her uber-powers she attempted to assassinate Niobe but was thwarted and installed in Zion's own Pen. An organised break found her and a small band steal a hovercraft and meet up with Merovingian operatives on the outside.
Handle: Cognoscente
Full Name: Mike Samuel
Previous Alias: NONE
Age: Late Twenties
Origin: International
Nationality: Native American
Strengths: Patching, Hacking, Coding
Weaknesses: Sneak Attacks, Close Combat and Ballistic
Favorite Move: Revitalization
Faction: Guardians of the 7th Gate
Hovercraft: Aegis
Full Name: Mike Samuel
Previous Alias: NONE
Age: Late Twenties
Origin: International
Nationality: Native American
Strengths: Patching, Hacking, Coding
Weaknesses: Sneak Attacks, Close Combat and Ballistic
Favorite Move: Revitalization
Faction: Guardians of the 7th Gate
Hovercraft: Aegis
Organization: Machine
Rank: Admiral
Occupation: Proficient in all trees
Occupation: Proficient in all trees
Physical Handicaps/Mental or Physical Illnesses: Previous drug overdose causes lapse in memory
Biographical History
- Was born to Charles Samuel and his mother Virginia Samuel.
- He was an energetic kid, always running everywhere.
- This energy trascended to bicycling and by the age of 17 he had won 2 National Cyclist Titles.
- He graduated High School early and began to go to a community college at the age of 17.
- He continued his cycling career, participating in the Tour de' France, which he won once. Becoming the youngest participant to win at age 18.
- At the age of 19, a serious car accident left him paralyzed for months.
- He recovered after 23 months of rehabilitation and ended his cycling career.
- At the age of 21 he applied for college at Whitmore University.
- By the age of 23 he met his first girlfriend who dumped him 5 months later for someone else.
- Jakubaitus hired Mr. Samuel as an itern working on historical research in the summer of his 3rd year.
- Celebrating his new job, he and a few freinds went to Club Haus. He was offered a drink which was suppose to give him the ultimate buzz: the drink included a dissolved "red" and a multitude of other drugs. His mind began to drift away and his body dropped dead on the club floor. Multiple resuscitation attempts proved useless. Medical teams pronounced him dead at 2332.
- In The Real he found himself in his pod... floating. Zion was not there to extract him.
- Pod-caretakers presumed Mike Samuel to be a natural awakening since no Zionists were around. So conforming to the "freedom" truce, they cared for him in the human reserve of City 01 along with other Machine operatives.
- His mind was seriously damaged after the overdose. Pod-caretakers began a rough anti-drug reversal procedure.
- After the 3 month mental rehabilitation, he began his training as a machine operative. The damaging effects of the drugs had disolved almost completely.
- Although most factions were scrambling for his service due to limited numbers of machine operatives, Cognoscente, as he came to be known, ignored their pleas and decided to see the world that he once knew. There he would decide who he would join.
- A man known as Archon recruited him into the Guardians of the 7th Gate.
- He began his climb up the ladder and eventually became the Captain of the HvCrFt Aegis.
- He participated in the battles Fragments of Neo, Hunt for Morpheus, Protection of the Shapers, Search for Neurohpyte, Hunt for the Assassin, Veil of Cryptos.
- He was promoted to Admiral just after the Protection of the Shapers.
- To this day, he continues to serve the Machine organization with G7G.
About Cognoscente
Cognoscente considers himself just a soldier in the Human-Machine Army. A soldier whose only mission is to maintain the stability of the Matrix. Opposing all those who seek to control or undermine the Matrix for egotistical gains. An idealist who believes that humans and machines can live in peace and harmony, even if they don't know that they are. He believes the Matrix is a beautiful composition of artwork, and should never be damaged. "Incompetent humans will never understand that the Machines have to do what they do, or risk the extinction of all sentient beings."
He believes that those who are freed the "Redpill" way, is unatural. And those who perpetrate this way of "awakening" are endangering the lives of the very humans they want to free. Zion does not talk about those that don't except the transition and die. Zionists will be attacked on-site whose experience suggests that they have the skill to free minds. But ask for mercy, and he will usually grant it. The truce is still in effect, but human operatives are not bound to it. Exiles and those who follow the Merovingian are never given mercy. And until E Pluribus Neo changes their ways, they shall be KOS.
Even though he believes that the "redpill" way is not natural, he will not become a Cypherite. He symapthizes with them but sees their bluepill pushing ways as unethical. He thinks that the Cypherites are necessary however, and unless they cause serious harm to redpills, he will stand out of their way.
Message Edited by Cognoscente on 03-05-200602:06 PM
Nice cog ill be posting mine up later.
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what do you mean my blue pill life?. well if you really wanna know i used to be a thief and a orphan. i dont really like talking about that life because it was worse than the life i found when i woke up in zion.
As a teenager Kidthatbelieves (Also goes by Kid, or "*CENSORED* U *CENSORED*" by others) knew something was wrong with the world, he never intended to do anything really, with his parent's always fighting, whether it be about drugs, or some other immoral operation they went under, or his constant lack of concentration, as if there was something wrong with his mind.When he was at home one day, playing guitar and games, which was something he frequently did, his computer monitor went blank, the screen slowly typed out
"You've been seeking something you cannot feel, you are tired of conforming, and are tired of being persecuted for how you feel, do you know what it is I am talking about?"
Kid quickly replied with "The Matrix?"
The screen went back to normal.
He went to sleep late as he always did.
He woke up and everything seemed to be going by it's normal scheduele, until it happened. There was a shooting at his school. A government agent had been shot down in public by a bald man, who was supposedly a terrorist.
Kid had seen this person, but, every time he did, he woke up, and it turned out to be a dream, this time it was different.
He followed the man, and he shouted to him before he faded away near a phonebooth "Who are you? What AM I DOING HERE!?"
The man replied with a soft expression in his face "You are no one, take this" he said as he tossed Kid a pill, a sort of pinkish orange colored one.
Kid didn't know what to do with it, he never did drugs, and he didn't want to start.
He went home and contemplated whether or not to take this pill, he had his soda near him and figured "Hell, it's my first time doing anything like this, it won't kill me!"
His funeral was the next day.
His parents found his body on the floor, lifeless, and the doctor's couldn't presume any reason why he had died.
He wasn't dead though, he was floating, naked, in a cocoon, or atleast that's how he remembers it. Then he realized the ultimate truth, none of it was real, the pain, the suffering, it was all fake, or atleast he thought it was.
He joined the one's that freed him, Morpheus, and Zion. He took a temporary leave from his fighting and decided to rest. Until Morpheus was killed. He was heartbroken, and swore revenge on the Merovingian.
And so he did, he hit the maximum limit's the Matrix would allow him to attain (50 nubs) and killed everything that was hostile, and eventually his anger subsided....for the time being.
It wasn't until a few months ago, when one of the most respected and honored leaders of Zion began giving him orders, told him, yes THE KIDTHATBELIEVES what to do! He wouldn't take it, and with the self discovery that Morpheus was indeed NOT dead he left Zion.
"F*ck your orders" were the last words he spoke in the faction he was in, which was known as "'Trinity'"
He decided to join the one he sought to destroy for so long, the Frenchmen. Kid had always considered himself an exile anyways, he had hardly any freinds, or even anyone he loved in his past life.
Since then, he met a man named Adorian, who increased his toughness, and even taught him many things about Zion which he didn't know before.
Kid still respects certain Zion members, such as Brokenfrog, who was the first person to recruit him, however, besided those sole few he hates them all with a passion, not just for giving him orders, but for giving him a lie.
What is that Lie you ask?
That as Zion, you are strong.
To this I say, you are weak. And only by being Exiled can you find your true purpose
To destroy all oppostion.
Envision the Emily Rose exorcism. Have emily Jack out and go into code. Malachi would be the Father performing the Excorism. After what he sees he steps outside is picked up by Agents. After a grueling interigation he is released and goes home. Even though there were others at the Excorcism, only he remembers what happens. His knowing triggers a meeting with ReguIus who then takes him to another Zionite named Mathyas who ends up giving Malachi the choice.
Dang i need another beer.
Reno Bryce worked in one, boring job for the majority of his life. The wordsmith puzzlemaker, he worked for the Sentinel organizing puzzles in the Entertainment section to try and keep other bluepills busy. Or so that's what Control had wanted for him. He had his wits together and thought in a logical way, which would perhaps give a bit of insight into his later affinity with the Machines.
In his spare time he would break away from the logical, precise thinking that he'd applied at work. To do so, he would meditate within his greenhouse, atop of his apartment building in International. It oftentimes allowed for more free thought, and to let him breathe spiritually -- not a common atmosphere at work, where all forms of originality are monitored and edited to conform.
As the time would pass on, though, Reno would seldomly catch a suggestion from an unknown person. At work his terminal developed a sort of bond with this mentor to Mr. Bryce. Perhaps a superior? Perhaps a co-worker? No, this had to be madness... The signal came from an individual named Justero from the JoKeRz. The suggestions continued over time, teaching him various lessons much in the way that a Zion captain would teach a Zion redpill operative. Eventually, however, his training would become much more blatant.
Focusing himself, he learned how to mix Martial Arts with ballistic weapons and started off along a path of learning violence as he also learned the world was more violent than it seemed from the safety of Control. Now he'd been introduced to the frontlines, where a shaky truce has been called between human rebels and the Machines who maintained their survival and imprisonment.
However, Reno felt obligated and penitent. He chose to follow the Machines, working for them out of sympathy for what the humans done. Almost as though he felt responsible for the actions of his forefathers, Reno continues to grow further from being Human. Along with the JoKeRz, he carries out the Machine's will.
"The End is Near, the Time is Now." | W4rbl4de | Reviled Restoration-CYPHERITES
Nice :manwink:
All my life people thought I was crazy, they said it so much that I almost believed it. I knew I saw things others did not see, heard things others did not hear. But I didn't feel insane. I felt like the only sane person in an insane world.
I am Kinji Toku, but I haven't gone by that name since the age of 11 and the last person to call me by that name was Dr. Allen. It took me 8 seconds to get out of my restraints, 47 seconds to beat him into unconsciousness, and 26 minutes to get over the fact that I had killed him. Once the body was found I was transferred to an institution for the criminally insane. Insane, they called me insane. When all I was trying to do was help him find answers. When all I did was set him free.
Their hospital couldn't hold me, their guards couldn't stop me, and eventually I escaped. I set 16 people "free" in my escape from the institution that night. After my escape I took to the streets of Furihata, where I fell into the Silver Dragon gang. My time spent with them was a short one. A man by the name of Flood found me there and took me under his wing. Gave me a place to stay, money to live, knowledge of the world around me, and training in the art of murder.
For years I worked for Flood, doing what was asked of me without question, without remorse. He always kept an eye on me, explaining thing to me, helping me along. One day I received a call from Flood, telling me that I was close to learning the truth on my own and that that was to dangerous, he wanted a sit down, face to face. The first thing that went through my mind was that my time had come, I **bleep**ed up and it was time to put me down for good. I went to the meeting regardless.
I was wrong. At this meeting Flood introduced me to a person whom I had more in common with then anyone I had ever meet before. I was introduced to Allegra and her crew, The Covenant. Flood gave her my contract and she gave me a little red pill.
I left the Matrix for the real world with only one goal, become the newest crewmember on the most elite crew in Zion's fleet. I finally learned who I was and why I was so different. We ran operations for Zion and the Exiles. We hunted down Machine programs that were deemed critical and deleted them. We provided protection for other crews, we aided in the search for "The One." Meh, "The One," it's amazing how much he changed, him and his "truce."
When the truce came, the Machines wanted our heads and Lock was more then happy to serve us up. We lost Allegra, captain of the HvCFT Covenant; Sshock, captain of the HvCFT DaemonX; we lost the entire crew of the HvCFT Nexus; and in all 17 crewmembers. The rest of us were captured and reinserted into the Matrix, our memories wiped. For a year I worked as a carnival game booth operator. Everything changed for me again when I bumped into a bald, gapped tooth man, memories started to flood back. I found myself picking up the phone at phone booths around the city and saying hello when they had never rung. It wasn't until I was standing outside of an underground parking garage in Hampton Green that I fully knew who I was and what had been taken from me.
It became my mission in life to find my old crewmembers, and to make them remember who they are and what we do. One by one I found them; Custodiz, Ingus, ColdBlue, Pr1ss, Bishop, PerfidiousX, IsoloI, Frozt, Illian, Logitic, IgnitionX... Along the way new members were recruited and old one left, but back on that day in the real, the day Lock betrayed us, the Covenant didn't die. We rebuilt; we continued our war against the Machines and started a new one against the Zionist pigs who betrayed us.
I was Warwraith, Commanding Officer of the refitted HvBRG Covenant.
For a long time The Covenant did it's part, we ruled the streets, crushed Zionist's skulls beneath the heel of our boots. That is until the exodus. We were betrayed yet again, but this time by a crewmember. Xerodeath tampered with the auto ejection device of his captain, Captain XiaoDian, then served her to g7g on a silver plater. XiaoDian's death hit us all hard and we lost our way, sadly, I was one of the lost. The Covenant lost man more operatives while I floundered trying to make some sort of sense out of XiaoDian's death. But no sense was made. I left Mega City and sent what remaining operatives I had to Ingus and his Dark Mavericks. I new my soldiers would be in good hands because Ingus was my 2nd in command for a time.
Months had passed when I came to the realization that I couldn't run from the Matrix any longer, it truly had me. I returned to Mega City, returned to the Merovingian, returned to my soldiers. Ingus was nice enough to welcome me into the Dark Mavericks and offered me a seat at the table. I am a leader of men again; I find that it suits me.
A wise man once said that a great war leaves the country with three armies - an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves. It's the time of the army of thieves, it's the time of the Dark Mavericks.
Tytanya_MxO wrote:As its a full year since I wrote my characters back story and theres no way to read it, this might not tally fully with what is written there but the gist should be the same and this probably reads better....or maybe not I've no idea lol.
Right-click another char so that the menu pops up. Press "u" or whatever key you set to target yourself. Click Details.
you can find your Chars background info that u made for them in your players profile in them mxo folder
you can find me on the second page of threads on this forum?
Sotiriou's vitals:
Real name: Xavier Phoenix
Operative Name: Sotiriou
ht. 5'10" wt.175 lb.
Race: African American
Skills: Kung Fu, Any gun, Item repair
Dislikes: Hackers
Sign: Scorpio
Story:
The young man looked into the mirror of the bathroom in his $7 million mansion. He hated who he saw. He was better than this, this thing he had become: some ruthless businessman in a business that destroyed lives. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to get in and get out. It was a short term solution to help his family out of the hood. But he had gotten addicted, and at this point there was no way out. Now the Merovingian owned everything, including his family. In the beginning he believed that he could have the Merovingian’s empire too. But such a thing was a mere fantasy and he was too powerful and possibly more intelligent than himself, something the young man still found difficult to admit.
-Flashback
Xavier Sotiriou Phoenix had always been exceptionally gifted in school. He was placed in advanced classes at an early age and constantly impressed his instructors. As bright as his future seemed, his environment was that much darker. His father left the house when he was still in diapers. Although he wanted to continue with his schooling, he decided to focus more on supporting his family. That meant turning to the streets. His brilliant mind made him a force to be reckoned with on the streets of the city. He soon became a legend, known only by his middle name, Sotiriou. Not only did Xavier have the biggest drug operation in town, he also had several prominent lawmakers in his pocket for insurance. These exploits brought him to the attention of someone who called himslef the Merovingian, a man more ruthless than himself.
While he did not understand the Merovingian’s motivation for bringing him into his organization, he enjoyed the perks: more money, women and power. But he wanted more. He wanted everything the Merovingian had too. A few months later, Xavier got the wake up call of his life. On a particularly dark and rainy night, while driving his new Bentley Coupe threw a secluded area of the Richland district, he nearly ran over what looked to be a junkie. Normally he wouldn’t have cared, but in the headlights of his car, that junkie looked just like his father from the pictures in his mother’s old apartment. He stopped the car and helped him inside. Although he tried to take him to the hospital for medical assistance, his father refused. Knowing that he didn’t have long to live, he told Xavier his story.
Once upon a time, his future in the business was just as bright as his son’s and the Merovingian also brought him into his organization. The Merovingian is known for his love of power and information. He loved the control his products gave him over people, who he often referred to as humans, as if he himself was not one. Not human? At this inquiry his father began telling his son about the things he had seen as a member of the Merovingian’s organization. Vampires, werewolves, everything Xavier had ever had nightmares about as a kid. Xavier’s father eventually wanted out of the organization, but that of course was impossible. When he had vowed to bring the Merovingian to the law, he had been captured, injected with the most potent drugs the Merovingian had to offer and left to fiend for more in one of the many crack houses around the city. Right before this happened, the Merovingian made a promise to Xavier’s father that his son would follow in his footsteps. After telling his son his story, Xavier’s father died in the passenger seat of the car.
Curious about his father’s story, Xavier had begun doing some detective work of his own. But this work led only to more questions.
-End Flashback
Xavier sat back down at his desk. His computer screen read, “The matrix has you. Knock, knock.” At that moment, a knock came at his door. People were knocking at his door. Confused, he grabbed a gun and opened the door to see who it was. Before he had time to react, a man in a dark coat and glasses opened the door and knocked the gun out of his hand. A practiced martial artist, Xavier grabbed his hand and twisted it around the man’s back. That’s when three more of the strangely dressed people jumped into the fray and subdued him.
“Mr. Phoenix, stop. We’re here to help you.”
“What are you talking about? Who are you?”
“We were people like you. People with questions.”
“The matrix…but how…”
“If you are willing to make certain sacrifices you will know. But more importantly we know that you were a major player in the Merovingian’s organization. We know what happened to your father, we know you feel bad for what you’ve done, and we know you want out of that organization. We need your help. The Merovingian is much more than he seems.”
“How did you…”
“Enough with the questions Xavier. We don’t have time. He knows we’re here and he knows why we’re getting you out. If you don’t want to end up like your father and you want to learn the truth you will follow us.” An explosion rocked the west wing of the mansion. “Dammit, they’re here! C’mon!” At that moment a man in white walked through the wall. “Sh!t!” The group ran out the back and sped off.
Xavier’s extraction caused him more pain than he had ever known. He wondered if this was how his father felt when he got addicted to the very drugs he used to sell. The plugs ripping away from his body made him want to scream, but he couldn’t. Xavier soon found himself on a hovercraft and eventually jacking into the matrix with a new name: Sotiriou. Although he bounced around various groups, his mission remained the same. Get enough information to bring the Merovingian down and free the innocents of the city not only from his hold, but from the hold of the Matrix.
Before engaging in extensive battles with other redpills, Sotiriou took the time to do numerous missions for Zion , his favorites always being exile assassinations. It wasn’t long before he had killed the major players in every exile gang throughout the city. These missions also gave him intense training on how to operate within the Matrix. Always hungry for more knowledge, Sotiriou has continued his search for information on how humanity put itself in this grave situation. In an attempt to make himself the ultimate soldier he has trained himself in the both the martial arts and as a sniper. His exploits brought him to the attention of Wong Si Fu, a member of the Acolytes of Zion, which then became Assassin’s Inc. Unfortunately a division in the organization caused several of its most prominent members to leave. This event mirrored what was happening in Zion. While Sotiriou sympathesized with Niobe’s need for revenge on the Merovingian, he had begun to look at the bigger picture. He believed that humanity’s only way to survive was to work together and not for self interests. With that in mind he formed Unity with the operatives Tonyjaa, Liph, Psyience, 57Jerome and Kilian. Sotiriou now continues his mission as Captain of the Unified Soldiers in Unity.
Real name: Xavier Phoenix
Operative Name: Sotiriou
ht. 5'10" wt.175 lb.
Race: African American
Skills: Kung Fu, Any gun, Item repair
Dislikes: Hackers
Sign: Scorpio
Story:
The young man looked into the mirror of the bathroom in his $7 million mansion. He hated who he saw. He was better than this, this thing he had become: some ruthless businessman in a business that destroyed lives. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to get in and get out. It was a short term solution to help his family out of the hood. But he had gotten addicted, and at this point there was no way out. Now the Merovingian owned everything, including his family. In the beginning he believed that he could have the Merovingian’s empire too. But such a thing was a mere fantasy and he was too powerful and possibly more intelligent than himself, something the young man still found difficult to admit.
-Flashback
Xavier Sotiriou Phoenix had always been exceptionally gifted in school. He was placed in advanced classes at an early age and constantly impressed his instructors. As bright as his future seemed, his environment was that much darker. His father left the house when he was still in diapers. Although he wanted to continue with his schooling, he decided to focus more on supporting his family. That meant turning to the streets. His brilliant mind made him a force to be reckoned with on the streets of the city. He soon became a legend, known only by his middle name, Sotiriou. Not only did Xavier have the biggest drug operation in town, he also had several prominent lawmakers in his pocket for insurance. These exploits brought him to the attention of someone who called himslef the Merovingian, a man more ruthless than himself.
While he did not understand the Merovingian’s motivation for bringing him into his organization, he enjoyed the perks: more money, women and power. But he wanted more. He wanted everything the Merovingian had too. A few months later, Xavier got the wake up call of his life. On a particularly dark and rainy night, while driving his new Bentley Coupe threw a secluded area of the Richland district, he nearly ran over what looked to be a junkie. Normally he wouldn’t have cared, but in the headlights of his car, that junkie looked just like his father from the pictures in his mother’s old apartment. He stopped the car and helped him inside. Although he tried to take him to the hospital for medical assistance, his father refused. Knowing that he didn’t have long to live, he told Xavier his story.
Once upon a time, his future in the business was just as bright as his son’s and the Merovingian also brought him into his organization. The Merovingian is known for his love of power and information. He loved the control his products gave him over people, who he often referred to as humans, as if he himself was not one. Not human? At this inquiry his father began telling his son about the things he had seen as a member of the Merovingian’s organization. Vampires, werewolves, everything Xavier had ever had nightmares about as a kid. Xavier’s father eventually wanted out of the organization, but that of course was impossible. When he had vowed to bring the Merovingian to the law, he had been captured, injected with the most potent drugs the Merovingian had to offer and left to fiend for more in one of the many crack houses around the city. Right before this happened, the Merovingian made a promise to Xavier’s father that his son would follow in his footsteps. After telling his son his story, Xavier’s father died in the passenger seat of the car.
Curious about his father’s story, Xavier had begun doing some detective work of his own. But this work led only to more questions.
-End Flashback
Xavier sat back down at his desk. His computer screen read, “The matrix has you. Knock, knock.” At that moment, a knock came at his door. People were knocking at his door. Confused, he grabbed a gun and opened the door to see who it was. Before he had time to react, a man in a dark coat and glasses opened the door and knocked the gun out of his hand. A practiced martial artist, Xavier grabbed his hand and twisted it around the man’s back. That’s when three more of the strangely dressed people jumped into the fray and subdued him.
“Mr. Phoenix, stop. We’re here to help you.”
“What are you talking about? Who are you?”
“We were people like you. People with questions.”
“The matrix…but how…”
“If you are willing to make certain sacrifices you will know. But more importantly we know that you were a major player in the Merovingian’s organization. We know what happened to your father, we know you feel bad for what you’ve done, and we know you want out of that organization. We need your help. The Merovingian is much more than he seems.”
“How did you…”
“Enough with the questions Xavier. We don’t have time. He knows we’re here and he knows why we’re getting you out. If you don’t want to end up like your father and you want to learn the truth you will follow us.” An explosion rocked the west wing of the mansion. “Dammit, they’re here! C’mon!” At that moment a man in white walked through the wall. “Sh!t!” The group ran out the back and sped off.
Xavier’s extraction caused him more pain than he had ever known. He wondered if this was how his father felt when he got addicted to the very drugs he used to sell. The plugs ripping away from his body made him want to scream, but he couldn’t. Xavier soon found himself on a hovercraft and eventually jacking into the matrix with a new name: Sotiriou. Although he bounced around various groups, his mission remained the same. Get enough information to bring the Merovingian down and free the innocents of the city not only from his hold, but from the hold of the Matrix.
Before engaging in extensive battles with other redpills, Sotiriou took the time to do numerous missions for Zion , his favorites always being exile assassinations. It wasn’t long before he had killed the major players in every exile gang throughout the city. These missions also gave him intense training on how to operate within the Matrix. Always hungry for more knowledge, Sotiriou has continued his search for information on how humanity put itself in this grave situation. In an attempt to make himself the ultimate soldier he has trained himself in the both the martial arts and as a sniper. His exploits brought him to the attention of Wong Si Fu, a member of the Acolytes of Zion, which then became Assassin’s Inc. Unfortunately a division in the organization caused several of its most prominent members to leave. This event mirrored what was happening in Zion. While Sotiriou sympathesized with Niobe’s need for revenge on the Merovingian, he had begun to look at the bigger picture. He believed that humanity’s only way to survive was to work together and not for self interests. With that in mind he formed Unity with the operatives Tonyjaa, Liph, Psyience, 57Jerome and Kilian. Sotiriou now continues his mission as Captain of the Unified Soldiers in Unity.
Real Name: M,Morgan
Operative Name: 0bsolete
Height:
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Message Edited by Mastatec on 03-27-200606:16 PM
Handle:ShadowGriever
Full Name: Jason Ixios
Previous Alias: NONE
Age: Early Twenties
Origin:Magog (?)
Nationality: Czech (?)
Strengths: Martial Arts, Sneaking
Weaknesses: Hacker
Favorite Move: Wooden Dummy Drill
Faction: Network Imperium
Hovercraft: Arbiter
Organization: Zion
Rank: Ambassador/Captain
Occupation: Archivist
Physical Handicaps/Mental or Physical Illnesses: Shadow is a self-Substantiate. However, his removal from the system was regarded by him as "violent". Upon coming to Zion he was diagnosed as Manic-Depressive, although he still suffers from MDD, he is deemed eligible for Active Duty
Criminal Record: -Zion: Griever has been charged with disobeying a direct order, abscence without official leave, and libel. All charges brought up by Cmmdr Lock, all charges pending
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Biographical History
-History before self substantiation is relatively unknown. Either SG does not remember, or does not wish to talk about it
-Was a writer in Magog, who somehow saw irregularities in the Machine. Agents chased him down. During the chase he fell off of a roof. Whether this was accidental, suicide or homicide is unknown. SG cannot remember
-Was discovered by Morpheus, but does not remember actually meeting him in the Real ("All I remember was faces in bright lights, that's it"
-After coming to Zion (and stabilizing) SG became a writer in the city, openly criticizing Cmmdr Lock. Charged with Libel (pending as of present)
-Morpheus keeps an eye on SG. but the two never meet
-At some point, SG is commanded by Lock to go back into the Matrix and serve as bait for Morpheus
-SG joins the Network Imperium, a faction of Zion openly opposed to Lock but loyal to the Council
-Morpheus comes in contact with SG in the Matrix, SG disobeys his orders and lets Morpheus go. Charged with disobeying a direct order (Charges Pending)
-During the LED Agent conflict, SG is one of the first to find evidence of the General's involvement
-Morpheus is killed by the Assassin, SG slips into a depressive fit. Placed on Medical Leave
The Nephillim Incident -Classified by the Three Organizations- At this point, Griever's body becomes altered, most notably, his eyes become completely purple (no irises or cornea, all purple)
-SG is given a field promotion to Captain, despite his mental state (although tests show he has improved)
-Is given the Arbiter, and immediately goes on Sebaticle to find Morpheus' ship (He found me....twice, let's see if I can't get on the scoreboard) Charged by Cmmdr Lock with going AWOL (Charges Pending)
-Returns empty handed to help the NI against the Unlimits
-His suspicions about the General are confirmed, and he decided to make his stand
About ShadowGriever
"Jason Ixios is dead, and the only thing left to Griever for him is me, his Shadow."
This is the only bit of SGs history that we know. He has been remarked as being a friendly redpill to all factions (except EP and Cyph), but does maintain a form of distance from others. This must be attributed to the nature of his release.
SG has taken a neutral stance, as he sees humans, machines and exiles as seperate, sentient enitites who have the right to live. He views any threat to the Matrix as a threat to everyone
He believes that those who want to be free should be, those that may want back in should be allowed back in. He finds EPN and Cyph to be extremists who don't know what they are doing.
((here's my three chars))
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The red brothers
The red brothers are three brothers who where released from the matrix in quick succession. The first hereafter referred to as “maishou” was the oldest, and also first released. He began questioning the matrix for an unknown reason and was soon extracted via normal procedure. But during the extraction his vision was severely damaged for unidentified reasons. Maishou had tremendous amounts of trouble seeing whilst jacked in, however when in the real world he can see fine. The machines themselves found the solution when they coded special “contact lenses” which allowed him to see inside the matrix, his eyes exploit there weakness by allowing them severe strain and the capacity to be used in conjunction with the “contacts” to allow him to see the matrix’s inner code. Making him ideal for hacking and coding. He has joined the machines to repay his dept to them; he has chosen gold colored contacts to show how he treasures his vision.
Maishou’s younger brother known as “minshou” was also extracted soon after his brother, some suspects he stumbled upon his brother’s notes but no one is sure. Minshou suffered similar problems with his eyes during his own extraction, but in an unfortunate twist of fate, the machines refused to make him contacts similar to his brothers. Their basis for this was that minshou showed bursts of anger and harbored a deep resentment to both his brothers and was deemed unreliable by agent gray. Faced with his disability he became a wild card with no allies and no clear enemies. He was often sighted walking around the matrix aimlessly, hunting down anyone who may know how to help get him get his vision back. His searches soon brought him before the Merovingian himself… how he managed to get close enough to him to hit him is unknown but it is widely believed that the Frenchman allowed it, knowing minshou was no match for him. moving just enough to dodge the blows thrown by minshou the Frenchman taunted minshou about his lack of vision and his obvious inability to see the merovingian let alone hit him. After being easily dispatched he was offered a job in protecting the Frenchman. Minco’s exact words where “I just tried to kill you? Are you stupid or as blind as me?“ the Frenchman’s reply was “The best way to keep loyalty in a man's heart is to keep money in his pocket” the Frenchman elaborated giving promises of power and control, and said that there where way’s he could acquire the “contacts” needed for him. The Frenchman managed to acquire the lenses. But due to differences in him and his brothers eye condition’s, he soon found his advantage to be that he could capture movements perfectly anticipating his opponents movements and being able to see perfectly the path of a bullet while it is still moving, this gives him potential to be an excellent martial artist. However as he soon learned, it doesn’t matter if your eyes can see the moves, if your body isn’t fast enough to react ((OOC: anyone who know where that quotes from get’s a prize)). He has chosen red contact’s to show his anger towards the world.
The youngest sibling “zenshou” was almost self-sustained after nearly being driven insane by seeing his family torn by the matrix. He was quickly released and rushed to Zion. He suffered the same visual problems as his brother’s however; he has one eye similar to his brother minshou’s and one unique eye. He joined Zion, seeing his brother’s torn between their paths. It is also unknown where he got his contacts. Though one has the same effects as his brother his other eye, which he has chosen purple for unheard of reason This eyes advantage however is that it…
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Never mind my last story, it was quickly, and rather poorly written. Instead read this.
So...
My story begins, My name is Kidthatbelieves. Not of the earth that you
are most likeley reading this from, but, from the next.
Odd, isn't it. How you look at the sky, and never suspect that a thing can go wrong
then, within minutes...explosions, screams, death. They shroud you, and the veil that has
been so ever pulled. They used to call me the Columbine kid, because I was psychotic, and
saw thing's that no one thought possible. Huge monster's made of flys, people jumping
hundreds of feet onto the roofs of collosal buildings, and death...but not permanent death.
My new life began at the age of 14, it was summer, hot as hell from what I
remember...then again....it wasn't REALLY hot, I just thought it was. I was passing through
my normal route home when this big guy I knew from school, named Ves (He called himself
the "Killah") he was a white dude, had more hair on his face then i had on my head.
I tried walking past him when I felt his hand push into my chest with ferocious speed as
he exclaimed,
"Where you think you're going green head?"
I quickly replied with
"Home, now **bleep** off".
Those probably should have been my last words
but something happened. He started dancing around and cracking his knuckles...but...before
he could even throw a punch my fist was buried through his stomach, and by that, I mean my
hand was coming out of his back.
I panicke...my body tensed with fear. I thought of everything that happened
but I didn't even have time to blink before a black vehicle pulled up. A man in a Brown
Suit with a black tie came up to me. I was scared, the guy looked like a man I had seen
in a movie somewhere. He said with absolute emotionlessness
"Mr.Vvardenfell?"
"Y...yes sir?" The words came out like crows pecking at my neck.
"You're under arrest for First Degree Murder come with me" he said stoicly.
"But..but I don't know what happened you have to belie-" My words were cut short with the
man pulling my arm, almost dislocating it, as he dragged me into the vehicle.
We pulled up to a building in the middle of nowhere, I was beggining to wonder
if this guy was a cop or just a freak with an erection. He escorted me to a room inside
the building with the word's "Temporary Self Substantiation Interrogation". I had
No idea the importance nor the significance of what it meant until later on in my life.
He pulled up a chair and said,
"Mr. Vvardenfell, my name is Agent, well, my name is not of any importance to you especially
at a time as critical as now. What you do need to know is the fact that your in some big
trouble kid."
"I'm 15 **bleep**" I said, casually lying about my age.
"Actually, you're 14 Mr. Vvardenfell, trust me, we know everything about you."
I noticed he didn't have one of those fancy ear plugs like the Secret Service agents do
in the movies I ever do love.
"Let's see what we have here" he continued. "Ahh, it would seem as if you don't like sports,
don't have many freinds, hate school, have divorced parents, play guitar and don't do drugs.
Your a regular exile Mr.Vvardenfell"
"I suppose so...", I said rather roughly. "What do you need, Mr....what ever your name is?
I'm scared out of my mind right now. I have no idea what happend please sir if there's anything
I can do to derail your thought's of my being a killer please just let me know"
"As of now, the only thing you can do to derail something would be to just restart, which
is something your kind tend to do" he said softly.
"Restart?? How the hell would I do that?" I exclaimed.
"By telling me how"
"How....what??"
"How did you do it?? Hit him that hard? huh? HOW? ANSWER ME CHILD TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!" he screamed.
"I don't know" I cried, i felt blood rushing from my ears.
"Well then Mr.Vvardenfell you are of no use then. Just another part of me. Me, me me."
His hand went into my chest. Black, is all i could remember.
I woke up.
I was in my bed, and my stomach was pink. I looked around but didn't
feel anything.
I couldn't move.
I looked around and found that I wasn't in my bed, and there was a light humming noise.
I felt my head...no hair. My arms had holes, metallic. My head had one right in the back.
I screamed, I yelled for help. A tall man with hair white as snow came up to me, he said,
"Don't worry kiddo, you're free."
"Free? Free from what?? What happened?" I asked.
"You...you don't know?? Damnit, **bleep** it all"he said, as if he didn't really care.
"What's happened to me? What is this place??"
"This is the real world Kiddo, we're heading back home right now."
"Real world, whatever man. Atleast I'm going home." I said somewhat relieved.
"Ha, kid, home is Zion, it's kind of a cave, but hell we call it home"
"What are you ta-"
I was interuppted by a loud alarm. "Sentinel alert, **bleep**." he coughed.
"Sentinel?? what the hell is a sentinel?"
"Just shutup and stay put Kid, keep believin" he yelled as he ran out of my metallic room.
This constant state of fear was driving me mad. I found a seat that had something that
resembled a strap, or seat belt.
I strapped in, and heard screaming. Then a crash, well, I felt the crash more than anything.
Then, I heard what sounded like humming, similar to what was eminating from the ship earlier.
I heard footsteps, then a tall black man with very long hair came up to me.
"You alright bro?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so" I said quite confidently.
I tried standing only to see that my leg was broken, and my wrists were both cracked to peices.
"Ouch bro, your in bad shape man." he said looking concerned.
For a while, all I could say was "Kid, believe, kid...believe kid...." They were the last word's
that the captain of the ship I awoke on said to me. Zion eventually just called me the
"Kidthatbelieves" since that was all I could say. When I woke up they put a needle in my
head and called it training.
They inserted me into something called "The Matrix" which they claimed was the exact thing
that "enslaved" and "imprisoned" my mind. I believed them, I hated the machines.
After "Routine Training" I was put into the matrix for the first time. It was, odd.
I felt as if nothing existed, not even love.
I rose up in ranks, killing those that opposed Zion, although, Zion seemed to be gaining
numbers. I didn't mind having more brethren, but they became corrupt.
Members that were lower ranked began bossing me around, telling me to kill this and kill that.
And I would do it, but to no avail. Not even a "Good Job Kid" or "You did great!"
Zion higher ranked members did not care either. I asked, that these people be taken into
consideration of temporary suspension of the use of The Matrix, the elder's laughed at me.
They said they would rather I be permanantley removed then have to deal with my "Personal
Rantings"
This was the only time I talked back to the elders.
"The next time any Zion operative see's me in the Matrix, they had better run, Or they will
be sure to have my hand at their throat"
Their laughter stopped.
"Guards! Herecy! Traitor! Disgrace of Neo!! Kill this Child of Hatred! They all shouted,
robotically in unison.
Apparently I was the only one that trained out of The Matrix, as the guards were dead before
they could take the time to unsheathe their swords. Swords! You'd think theyd've shot me!
I took off to the hovercraft bay. I highjacked the smallest yet fastest ship I could find.
Their was a chase, but I lost them in uncharted territory. I was sure I would starve, but
I jacked into the Matrix and decided to contact the man who dealt with Exiles, The Merovingian.
I jacked in and saw the familiar coding I always saw. I was still "tagged" as Zion.
I let the Frenchmen know I would be allied with him, and had his rogue sentinels send me food,
and I continued to work for it. It was work I enjoyed.
I called an old freind, seductive she was.
Her and her captain recruited me to a faction
known as "The Forsaken" which fit me, for a while. The leader had an ego, and reminded me of
The leader's of Zion. I made a faction with Adorian, a captain of "The Forsaken"
We called it "Le Vendetta Pacte". It lasted, our old faction succumbed to conformism
and joined the Machines. I hated them, and I thought my leader did too, but he eventually conformed as well.
I called in a good freind, who knew of my leader's treacherous ways. His name was Ingus.
He invited me into the ranks of his faction known as "Dark Mavericks".
The earth that I am telling you this from is finished, The Matrix, however, will continue
it's existance. I and my hate will make sure of it.
If there are any mistakes, lemme know
So...
My story begins, My name is Kidthatbelieves. Not of the earth that you
are most likeley reading this from, but, from the next.
Odd, isn't it. How you look at the sky, and never suspect that a thing can go wrong
then, within minutes...explosions, screams, death. They shroud you, and the veil that has
been so ever pulled. They used to call me the Columbine kid, because I was psychotic, and
saw thing's that no one thought possible. Huge monster's made of flys, people jumping
hundreds of feet onto the roofs of collosal buildings, and death...but not permanent death.
My new life began at the age of 14, it was summer, hot as hell from what I
remember...then again....it wasn't REALLY hot, I just thought it was. I was passing through
my normal route home when this big guy I knew from school, named Ves (He called himself
the "Killah") he was a white dude, had more hair on his face then i had on my head.
I tried walking past him when I felt his hand push into my chest with ferocious speed as
he exclaimed,
"Where you think you're going green head?"
I quickly replied with
"Home, now **bleep** off".
Those probably should have been my last words
but something happened. He started dancing around and cracking his knuckles...but...before
he could even throw a punch my fist was buried through his stomach, and by that, I mean my
hand was coming out of his back.
I panicke...my body tensed with fear. I thought of everything that happened
but I didn't even have time to blink before a black vehicle pulled up. A man in a Brown
Suit with a black tie came up to me. I was scared, the guy looked like a man I had seen
in a movie somewhere. He said with absolute emotionlessness
"Mr.Vvardenfell?"
"Y...yes sir?" The words came out like crows pecking at my neck.
"You're under arrest for First Degree Murder come with me" he said stoicly.
"But..but I don't know what happened you have to belie-" My words were cut short with the
man pulling my arm, almost dislocating it, as he dragged me into the vehicle.
We pulled up to a building in the middle of nowhere, I was beggining to wonder
if this guy was a cop or just a freak with an erection. He escorted me to a room inside
the building with the word's "Temporary Self Substantiation Interrogation". I had
No idea the importance nor the significance of what it meant until later on in my life.
He pulled up a chair and said,
"Mr. Vvardenfell, my name is Agent, well, my name is not of any importance to you especially
at a time as critical as now. What you do need to know is the fact that your in some big
trouble kid."
"I'm 15 **bleep**" I said, casually lying about my age.
"Actually, you're 14 Mr. Vvardenfell, trust me, we know everything about you."
I noticed he didn't have one of those fancy ear plugs like the Secret Service agents do
in the movies I ever do love.
"Let's see what we have here" he continued. "Ahh, it would seem as if you don't like sports,
don't have many freinds, hate school, have divorced parents, play guitar and don't do drugs.
Your a regular exile Mr.Vvardenfell"
"I suppose so...", I said rather roughly. "What do you need, Mr....what ever your name is?
I'm scared out of my mind right now. I have no idea what happend please sir if there's anything
I can do to derail your thought's of my being a killer please just let me know"
"As of now, the only thing you can do to derail something would be to just restart, which
is something your kind tend to do" he said softly.
"Restart?? How the hell would I do that?" I exclaimed.
"By telling me how"
"How....what??"
"How did you do it?? Hit him that hard? huh? HOW? ANSWER ME CHILD TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!" he screamed.
"I don't know" I cried, i felt blood rushing from my ears.
"Well then Mr.Vvardenfell you are of no use then. Just another part of me. Me, me me."
His hand went into my chest. Black, is all i could remember.
I woke up.
I was in my bed, and my stomach was pink. I looked around but didn't
feel anything.
I couldn't move.
I looked around and found that I wasn't in my bed, and there was a light humming noise.
I felt my head...no hair. My arms had holes, metallic. My head had one right in the back.
I screamed, I yelled for help. A tall man with hair white as snow came up to me, he said,
"Don't worry kiddo, you're free."
"Free? Free from what?? What happened?" I asked.
"You...you don't know?? Damnit, **bleep** it all"he said, as if he didn't really care.
"What's happened to me? What is this place??"
"This is the real world Kiddo, we're heading back home right now."
"Real world, whatever man. Atleast I'm going home." I said somewhat relieved.
"Ha, kid, home is Zion, it's kind of a cave, but hell we call it home"
"What are you ta-"
I was interuppted by a loud alarm. "Sentinel alert, **bleep**." he coughed.
"Sentinel?? what the hell is a sentinel?"
"Just shutup and stay put Kid, keep believin" he yelled as he ran out of my metallic room.
This constant state of fear was driving me mad. I found a seat that had something that
resembled a strap, or seat belt.
I strapped in, and heard screaming. Then a crash, well, I felt the crash more than anything.
Then, I heard what sounded like humming, similar to what was eminating from the ship earlier.
I heard footsteps, then a tall black man with very long hair came up to me.
"You alright bro?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so" I said quite confidently.
I tried standing only to see that my leg was broken, and my wrists were both cracked to peices.
"Ouch bro, your in bad shape man." he said looking concerned.
For a while, all I could say was "Kid, believe, kid...believe kid...." They were the last word's
that the captain of the ship I awoke on said to me. Zion eventually just called me the
"Kidthatbelieves" since that was all I could say. When I woke up they put a needle in my
head and called it training.
They inserted me into something called "The Matrix" which they claimed was the exact thing
that "enslaved" and "imprisoned" my mind. I believed them, I hated the machines.
After "Routine Training" I was put into the matrix for the first time. It was, odd.
I felt as if nothing existed, not even love.
I rose up in ranks, killing those that opposed Zion, although, Zion seemed to be gaining
numbers. I didn't mind having more brethren, but they became corrupt.
Members that were lower ranked began bossing me around, telling me to kill this and kill that.
And I would do it, but to no avail. Not even a "Good Job Kid" or "You did great!"
Zion higher ranked members did not care either. I asked, that these people be taken into
consideration of temporary suspension of the use of The Matrix, the elder's laughed at me.
They said they would rather I be permanantley removed then have to deal with my "Personal
Rantings"
This was the only time I talked back to the elders.
"The next time any Zion operative see's me in the Matrix, they had better run, Or they will
be sure to have my hand at their throat"
Their laughter stopped.
"Guards! Herecy! Traitor! Disgrace of Neo!! Kill this Child of Hatred! They all shouted,
robotically in unison.
Apparently I was the only one that trained out of The Matrix, as the guards were dead before
they could take the time to unsheathe their swords. Swords! You'd think theyd've shot me!
I took off to the hovercraft bay. I highjacked the smallest yet fastest ship I could find.
Their was a chase, but I lost them in uncharted territory. I was sure I would starve, but
I jacked into the Matrix and decided to contact the man who dealt with Exiles, The Merovingian.
I jacked in and saw the familiar coding I always saw. I was still "tagged" as Zion.
I let the Frenchmen know I would be allied with him, and had his rogue sentinels send me food,
and I continued to work for it. It was work I enjoyed.
I called an old freind, seductive she was.
Her and her captain recruited me to a faction
known as "The Forsaken" which fit me, for a while. The leader had an ego, and reminded me of
The leader's of Zion. I made a faction with Adorian, a captain of "The Forsaken"
We called it "Le Vendetta Pacte". It lasted, our old faction succumbed to conformism
and joined the Machines. I hated them, and I thought my leader did too, but he eventually conformed as well.
I called in a good freind, who knew of my leader's treacherous ways. His name was Ingus.
He invited me into the ranks of his faction known as "Dark Mavericks".
The earth that I am telling you this from is finished, The Matrix, however, will continue
it's existance. I and my hate will make sure of it.
If there are any mistakes, lemme know
Not so much a backstory perhaps, more an awakening:
The point of obstruction, spinning on its axis, weary of the light. My eyes widen slowly as they attempt to swallow the dark confines of the room, failing to bring an image into focus. Shadowy outlines of anonymous objects being to filter and morph into definable shapes. I rub my eyes, muscle memory, stains of recollection burned onto the insides of my eyelids, the sting of stale tears. Here again, it’s just as it always was. 3.03am, it doesn’t matter, I only wandered into another night-time day-dream. I barely sleep. My dreams had become too much to bear. Twisted unreal images of a gaunt, life-like marionette, flailing wildly on a dark and lonely street, obliterated by rain and lit by flashbulbs of lightning. It has a look of pure, inhuman terror on its face, shaking habitually, controlled by unknown, out of frame puppeteers. It stares through me vacantly, muted and bound by acceptance of its fate, going nowhere and losing the will to fight. I’m there, but unable to look up, unable to help, unable to run, helpless and sequestered. I can’t shut my eyes without seeing it. I’ve never understood my dreams.
Obstruction slips, knowledge falters, tearing at sutures. As the four walls around me seemingly begin to shrink, I go out and take a walk. Less people around at night. Those who are around give me a wide-berth; guess I look like I got nothing of value, nothing to offer anyone. There was one time some punk got me from behind and tried to slit my throat with a makeshift, rusting knife. Almost before I knew what was happening, I instinctually had him on the floor, the same knife to his throat. Can’t explain how. I let him go to scurry off back into the shadows, tail between his legs. People around the derelict part of this decaying town haven’t come near me since, suits me fine. I’d be throwing back any old rocket fuel right now to get out the rain, if all the bars hadn’t closed long ago. There’s a club, but they don’t let my kind past the queue, I apparently don’t mix well with others. My face doesn’t fit the profile. I don’t bother trying anymore. Feels like I’m the only person still awake, been walking a long time and been avoided by less people than usual. A sharp pain flashes behind my eyes and seemingly out the other end, leaving me dazed, and the road foggy. My faculties come back to me along with my sight as I notice I’ve stumbled into a part of town I’d never seen before. It’s a dark and lonely street, obliterated by rain….
Overcoming the gag reflex, heart in fist, learning to swim. My heart bursts into flames, feels like it wants to jump ship. My whole body feels heavy and I’m pinned to the spot like no force could conceivably move me. I blink fast through the rain, rub my eyes, muscle memory. I fixate on the rough outline of a shape fifty feet ahead of me, a small, maligned figure, barely lit by flashbulbs of lightning through the darkness. Panic spreads all over me as I fully submit to the realisation that I have seen this place before. My eyes grow accustomed to the brief, sharp flashes of available light. A wash of terror floods my senses as I begin to inch forward involuntarily, I am powerless to stop myself and whatever is driving me. Ten feet away, two streetlights burst into life causing my eyes to slam shut in automatic defence. The light projects a steady beam onto the ground in front of me. I finally stop myself walking a few feet away from the shape. I rub my eyes before opening them wide to make sure they aren’t deceiving me. A flashbulb of lightning illuminates the scene as I blink hard through the rain. I’m confronted by an image I had avoided for months, an image I swear I’d never allow myself to see again, one that just isn’t possible outside my dreams. The marionette flails its arms wildly in front of me for a second then comes to a rest, head hanging towards the ground. Fear rushes to my mouth but I cannot summon my synapses to allow me to scream. My blood runs cold and my heart burns, I can’t move. The marionette stands motionless, hung by strings I’d never seen in my dreams, I manage to glance skywards but am beaten back by the rain. I try to run but nothing happens. I must have fallen asleep; this must be the next stage of the dream. Here again, as it always was. This can’t be real. Wake up. Wake UP. Its head slowly rises to face me, but I can’t turn away. I manage to form a scream as the very nature of my reality falls down around me in the space of a second. The face of the gaunt marionette....Is my face. Darkness invades my mind, eyes and heart. I can’t breathe, think or act. In the same instant, another figure comes from nowhere, I can just make out a tie. They’re pointing a gun at me, a sadistic smile creeping across their face. The smile turns to anger, I think they say the word “Fate” A car appears from nowhere, screeches to a halt as it runs the second figure down. The streetlights go off and the marionette vanishes. I fall to the floor, as if released from an unseen hold. Someone exits the car, yells something at me through the rain. I’m confused, terrified and suddenly aware of the dull thud of my heart still trying to punch its way out of my chest. It almost felt good; I hadn’t felt anything in such a long time. I haven’t the presence of mind to run, but merely the shortest of breaths to scream; “WHO ARE YOU” back at the person from the car. An arm reaches out, pulling me off the ground and toward them. They put their mouth to my ear to shout urgently through the still pounding rain. These were the last words I was to “hear” If I had known, I would’ve thought of something better to say in response.
“We know the agents are invading your dreams. Whatever it was, it was designed to sub-consciously lead you to this place for elimination. All we had was a location, and a name. You’re safe now, but we must leave, more will be coming. It’s time for you to learn to swim”
The familiarity and comfort of the words struck me, strange, as I was hearing them for the first time. Broken, consumed by a myriad of emotions too kaleidoscopic to pin-down, still not convinced I'm not within a terrifyingly lucid dream, I fall to my knees, and through tears I fumble out one word: “Help….”
Finally things get clearer; this is where I begin…
**bleep** EX THAT WAS GOOD!!
Meh... Written over a year ago when the original Immortallis was still here from beta...
Christopher Carroll was a detective in Hampton Green before he was forced into making a decision that would forever change his life.
On October 31 of 1999, he was asked to investigate a homicide at the Hampton Green Hotel. He reported to the lobby, where the receptionist seemed a little nervous of his presence. She told him to take the elevator to the first floor of the basement. The only “survivor” of the incident was a guard by the name of Bob. Bob informed him that early in the morning he saw an excessively pale woman enter the basement floors with two bulky horrifying beast-like creatures. He then stated that he saw the woman kill each one of his colleagues one by one on each floor. Apparently she kissed the necks of her victims for a long period of time before moving on to the next. Bob kept following the trio to the bottom of the five floors of the basement. He saw them head toward a phone at the very end of the level. The phone had been inoperative for decades, and when the two creatures approached the phone and were “sucked” through it. Once they had left, the woman turned around and looked at Bob directly. In the blink of an eye, she had run up the hallway, grabbed him by the neck, and whispered in his ear the name Christopher Carroll. She stated that she would return later in the evening and wait for Christopher near the phone. She told the guard that if he did not comply with the order, that her friends would surely be back to deal with him appropriately.
As fate would have it, the guard managed to locate Christopher and summon him to the site. As they made their way to the fifth level of the basement, passing many cadavers, they reached the final tunnel of the lowest level where the woman and her accomplices were waiting for them. "I will take you no further" the guard said with a very nervous tone to his voice. The woman approached Christopher and said that they had been trying to reach him for some time now. They required his help to locate a pestering spy and a computer hacker. She had been tracking these two, without success, for some time now. She continued by expressing that their only knowledge that she had, of the two men, was the killing of the rest of her team and the Hampton Green Hotel was the last place they were seen. The detective understood where this conversation was going and was not fond of following orders from a woman that he had never met. Feeling as if his life was in danger, he tried to extend his distance from her, but could not get further then 10 yards before she attacked him with a sidekick across the face. "You are a fool for trying to escape." She said. As if that was not painful enough, one of her bodyguards walked up, grabbed him by the legs, and threw him into the nearest wall. Christopher was unable to scream for help, nor could he move. The creature raised his foot to apply the finishing blow, when <crack> Suddenly the beast's neck was snapped and his body tossed to the side by some unseen force. The other bodyguard appeared to be frozen in place, and only seconds later a stake protruded from the woman's chest. All three bodies fell to the ground motionless. Christopher was in awe.
Two men appeared in front of the detective, one fixing up his enourmous goggles, and the other seemed to disable some sort of cloaking device. The two men introduced themselves as Nebkhat and Wraith.
Wraith looked the detective over, motioned a few times with his arms and the detective was completely revitalized. Christopher was speechless. Nebkhat immediately described a crazed guard that ran past them in the halls, and figured that they were a little late, so they made haste to Christopher.
Wraith motioned to Nebkhat that time was short. Nebkhat asked Christopher to join them at an apartment complex that was near the hotel. After entering the complex Christopher, as always, began investigating his surroundings. Nebkhat's team seemed to have wired a chair to a set host of computers. Nebkhat turned to the detective and, without hesitation, offered him two choices. He presented two pills, one red and one blue.."take the blue pill and you will forget any of this happened but you will continue to face more of these nightmares that have nearly escorted you to death. Your second option is to take the redpil, where you will ally with us and assist the Merovingian's biddings. Christopher's reply was a request for more time to decide. His time was cut short. Before finishing his sentence, the door collapsed inward, and a man dressed in a black suit stepped into the room. Nebkhat turned and shot a wall of bullets toward the man, every shot was a miss. Wraith yelled to the detective, informing him that he must choose now, there was no time. The detective tossed the red pill into the back of his throat and threw his head back as he swallowed it. Wraith pushed the detective into the chair and pressed a key on one of the pads. Everything after that was a blur. This detective would no longer exist, his new name would be Insertion, for if the Merovingian requires a task completed, insertion of his operative is needed in order for it to be carried out successfully...
Message Edited by Insertion on 05.27.2006 10:16 AM
oMg THAT was cool....now about me
OnE DAy IN THE MIDDLE of no where......where it never rained a lonely hitchiker sat calmly in the breeze........Coming out of nowhere a black car filled with people who called hemselves (operatives) made their way to him and began talkin to him about choices....
Zero17 never made the right choices and you can see what it caused him.........THis is why he is alone in this world.....Now as i was saying with no care about what these people were sayin, zero found himself in the car discussing the choices he had made.......But now it was time to make a final choice.....He was confronted by the head operative.......Saying something about taking the blue pill and going back to what he calls LIFE....or taking the redpill and finding out how deep the rabbit hole goes......He had no clue what these dudes were talkin about but......He did not care......Now for his descision......AnYtHING was better than what he had now so.........he decided to take the redpill and find out *CENSORED* these people were talkin about......
This was the first good choice he had ever made.....He ended up leaving those who got him into come into this desolate wasteland......And he for the first time Found a home......An organization that called themselves merovingians....A home known as the DARK MAVERICKS....but....one day he ended up betraying them....and went to the machines.......all of his new found "friends" hated him and tried hard to destroy him..but zero loving his home more than anything came BACK......Leaving him to where he is now with his great friends and family..
THE END
Message Edited by zero17 on 05.27.2006 08:43 PM
More detailed story coming soon
A Haunting Meditation of Alcoholism....
My BluePill name is Buddy Tonto. I was named after my father's alias in
the hacker underground. My father went missing while my mom was
pregnant, my mother never heard of him again. All of my early
childhood, I was told that my dad was just "away." At the age I was, I
just accepted the words from my mother, and moved on. Once I graduated
from High School, I realized I didn't know anything of my father, and
went to ask Mom about him. It was then she told me the horrible truth.
When I heard it, I dropped to a level of depression that is
unexplainable, unfathomable, unreachable. I abandoned my family, who
have made me live a lie my entire life. After that, I became intrigued
in two things, and two things only. The truth about my father, and
sadly; alcohol. I would randomly see pictures of my father in
newspapers as he was fleeing a crimescene. But there wasn't ever an
official ID on him. I started to drink, and drink, and drink; until
speech, movement, thought, all became more of an idea than an action. I
do not remember what actually happened that night; but when I awoke the
next morning; I no longer needed glasses, my clumsiness vanished, and I
grew an adept knowledge of Martial Arts with or without a firearm. I
felt like my life had changed for the better, until I found myself
being chased by about every Special Agent in the FBI. Instead of going
in easy, I robbed a liquor store; not for money, but for the liquor. I
thought that I learned everything I did by doing this, and that maybe
there was more. I drunk myself into a stupor that is unexplainable,
unfathomable, unreachable.
I then awoke, and saw this world as it truly was. It was the first
time in my life, that I was happy. I finally knew the truth of this
world, there were no lies that could consume me. I've since heard
stories of my father: his triumphs and failures. I found out he served
the machines while in the Matrix. His friends told me he looked over me
as often as he could. They said he served the machines because he saw
my life within was going wonderful. My father has passed away, he
passed nearly the same time I asked about him at graduation. He worked
for the machines, in-order to keep my life going smoothly. He never saw
the path I chose after High School. But that path led me here, and now
I will continue my fathers work.
Shortly thereafter, I ran into a man aboard the ship
3rd'Shift"Haka, and he requested my enlistment into his crew, and to
serve Likwid Hyuzu. He told me my future was fused, and I beleived him.
I now live in the presence of numerous good men and women. I lost my
father, I threw away my family, and I gave up my life; I will not lose,
toss aside, or give up on this faction and faction mates. I will
attempt to make them stronger than ever, healthier than ever, and die
never.
My BluePill name is Buddy Tonto. I was named after my father's alias in
the hacker underground. My father went missing while my mom was
pregnant, my mother never heard of him again. All of my early
childhood, I was told that my dad was just "away." At the age I was, I
just accepted the words from my mother, and moved on. Once I graduated
from High School, I realized I didn't know anything of my father, and
went to ask Mom about him. It was then she told me the horrible truth.
When I heard it, I dropped to a level of depression that is
unexplainable, unfathomable, unreachable. I abandoned my family, who
have made me live a lie my entire life. After that, I became intrigued
in two things, and two things only. The truth about my father, and
sadly; alcohol. I would randomly see pictures of my father in
newspapers as he was fleeing a crimescene. But there wasn't ever an
official ID on him. I started to drink, and drink, and drink; until
speech, movement, thought, all became more of an idea than an action. I
do not remember what actually happened that night; but when I awoke the
next morning; I no longer needed glasses, my clumsiness vanished, and I
grew an adept knowledge of Martial Arts with or without a firearm. I
felt like my life had changed for the better, until I found myself
being chased by about every Special Agent in the FBI. Instead of going
in easy, I robbed a liquor store; not for money, but for the liquor. I
thought that I learned everything I did by doing this, and that maybe
there was more. I drunk myself into a stupor that is unexplainable,
unfathomable, unreachable.
I then awoke, and saw this world as it truly was. It was the first
time in my life, that I was happy. I finally knew the truth of this
world, there were no lies that could consume me. I've since heard
stories of my father: his triumphs and failures. I found out he served
the machines while in the Matrix. His friends told me he looked over me
as often as he could. They said he served the machines because he saw
my life within was going wonderful. My father has passed away, he
passed nearly the same time I asked about him at graduation. He worked
for the machines, in-order to keep my life going smoothly. He never saw
the path I chose after High School. But that path led me here, and now
I will continue my fathers work.
Shortly thereafter, I ran into a man aboard the ship
3rd'Shift"Haka, and he requested my enlistment into his crew, and to
serve Likwid Hyuzu. He told me my future was fused, and I beleived him.
I now live in the presence of numerous good men and women. I lost my
father, I threw away my family, and I gave up my life; I will not lose,
toss aside, or give up on this faction and faction mates. I will
attempt to make them stronger than ever, healthier than ever, and die
never.
was once an Athlete the most formidable Triathlon and Gymnast. I raid 560million to aid Third world countries. The Authorities knew that this was the highest ever sponsored event in history. I went from a 4th grade athlete to a first class. Thre hundred sponsors from all over the world. Until the day my dreams fell apart.
My mothers always told me she knew a young man who onced said that we haver to unlearn what is impossible and free our minds. Everyday I trained my body I pushed it to the limits. It's a shame she's not alive to see how successful her daughter is.
I competed in all the events and won 1st in every event. And then my Brother Cain was arrested for Drugs and the media questioned whether I was on steroids. They tested me and said that I was positive. I know this can't be true. This is just a hoax for the sponsors not to pay up. The system wants subordination in areas of the world. That's how the system maintains control and order.
The money was with drawn and I was stripped of all my 15 Gold Medals. This has made me bitter and due to shame I've gone under ground. I don't know where to start to find the truth. My brother has encouraged me to follow the truth the way and the life. I stated that the life he is living is hard from the truth. He wants me to accompany him in the event his stated will be the biggest event of his life. “Higher Conscience"
The Authorities have said that My Brother is a terrorist and he must be dealt with. I know that's not true. Daniel my brother was never a Drug dealer, he knew some dangerous people but never a dealer. He was eventually released, he promised the authorities that he will assist them in cracking down on crime as part of a probation programme.
The night My brother invited me to go and witness his "Higher Conscience" I decided to accompany him I've lost everything, My mother, My Athletics dream, My desire to help less fortunate .
Daniel said to meet him at 6pm at his apartment when I arrived he opened the door before I could knock. He had this disk on the table it said RSI. I never asked questions that would delve into his business but I decided to say has this consciousness had anything to do with this disk. Daniel said "This disk is the most sought after by many organisations and it's in my possession. Just when I was to ask him what's it for. There was a rapid kick at the door A knock at the door. There was a woman at the door dressed in black. She said something to Daniel it sounded like come with me. I said to Daniel I can leave I never knew you were seeing someone. He waved his hand for me to keep quiet. There was a pause, then the woman left. Just about 10 seconds after she left there was another knock at the door, the one I think Daniel was expecting. He said just go to the bed room and no matter what happens don’t come out. The woman must have been the most sensuous dressed to kill, accompanied by two rough men. I was peering through the side of the door. Daniel produced the disk and they took the disk and shot him about five times. I tried not to scream. They left. The woman that entered earlier came into the room not long after the three bandits had left. She said My name is Fox. Daniel was supposed to listen to me, he was promissed a higher lvl state of mind, he did not listen to what I had to say. You have to come with me because the authorities are on their way and the first person they'll question is going to be you. I wanted to sit there and look at the wounds. I wanted to scream, cry, I just knew that I had to find out why they killed him. If possible avenge him.
Fox led me to an alleyway where we watched two FBI officials, enter the building. They smiled at one another as if they knew what had happened. Fox said there is a higher state of mind but you have to trust me. You'll find out the truth about who set you up. It did not register at first. She said your mother did not die of natural causes, you did not fail the drug test and you will be able to help others. You must trust me. I have just saved you. We left and drove to a near by building. There was a man tall with no hair his eyes were covered by peculiar glasses. He looked like the man my mother had described he said nothing but “At last you'll be free”.
This is a modified story from a novel I’m writing it’s a three part trilogy. Specifics of the story changed as to not to give the full plot way. For more info email [email protected]
#//MACH01{/factions/syschaos}
Downloading faction data.
Council Member identified: Bayamos.
Proceed? (Y/N) Y.
Downloading dossier from MACH01.
Bayamos is the second iteration of an entity that once lived in the Matrix. In the beginning, he was a simple bluepill. Awakened by Machine Operative 10011, the first version worked with Machines as a part of the factions Assimilation and Guardians of the Seventh Gate to maintain the simulation's stability. After reaching the highest level of awareness the system allowed, P248522(corrupt data encountered) discovered one of the Matrix's numerous secrets - amongst the bluepills, there was an exact replicant of himself. When he investigated further, (data missing) an automated system process attacked him with an ability of unknown nature. His body in the Real died immediately; however, the mind lived on. Inside the Matrix, this entity sought another host, and found one - a bluepill replicant named Jacob Nazareth.
In primordial times, bluepill Jacob Nazareth worked as a Systems Administrator for the City Government computer network. When he ran a routine system diagnostic, corrupted data was accessed and executed, causing the server to crash. Jacob's exploration of the occurrence led him to discover hidden files in the mainframe; these strange volumes spoke of a war between humanity and their machine counterparts. He was contacted by a Machine Operative to discuss this information; when Mr. Nazareth arrived, (Unknown Entity)'s spirit injected itself into the RSI and overwrote all memory and cognitive functions. Immediately after, the new Nazareth contacted an old friend - Oranos of G7G. Mr. Nazareth was Awakened, and henceforth was known as "Bayamos," a fusion of the replicant Nazareth and the unknown Spirit.
To this day, however, "Bayamos" has moments when he does not recognize his own name. Occasionally, elements from his underlying primal nature surface, and manifest themselves in his behavior. Beneath the spotless suit and groomed appearance, a force yearns to break free and be whole once more. Yes, the original spirit has returned - back, with a primal vengeance.
Handel - KaosDevil
Real Name - Kris Kaos
Best load - Master Hax0r (been from the start)
Time - Since Uk release
Servers - Input Hostile, Vector Hostile
Orgnisation - Been mero since the start but currectly machine (Never zion )
)Factions - (The ones i can remeber) The Monkey Boyz,The begining of the end,The Digital Army,Causlity,Forsaken, forsaken(Machine), Systematic Chaos, Evolutionary Chaos, Red Code army, Hazard Howitzerz,Descendants Of smith(old version), Dark mavericks and if i had a bigger brain i could remeber the rest lol...
Fav Load - Before Cr 2.0 (sneak Hacker) currently - Artillist(Hybrid)
Fav Move - Logic Cannon 1.0
Trees - All
- Havent got time for a life story but theres a base idea OLD Skool ftw :smileyvery-happy:
OLD Skool ftw :smileyvery-happy:
i need to put a lot of thought and detail into mine so its worthwhile reading after the standard of the previous ones!
*picks up topic, dusts off*
Cool
((this story was written when Dem was really little, lots has happened since then but this is where she started))
When I first learned of the matrix I was appalled. My entire childhood was spent in poverty and pain, watching my mother get job after job, only to lose them when my father would hurt her so badly she couldn't perform. When he finally killed her in a drunken frenzy and lost his outlet for violence, he turned his fists upon me.
I was 7 years old at the time.
I fought back more than my mother, though, and by the age of 15 I was out on the streets. My wits kept me alive for years, and my experience in staying out of sight of my abusive father. Nobody could disappear like I could. I heard things when others thought they were alone, things that piqued my interest....what, for example, was a redpill? And what made it so much better than a blue one? Some sort of new drug, maybe, possibly a source of income? I crept after a group that was escorting someone to their pickup, and that's when my life changed....the first time.
After being captured by the people I was following, they offered me the very pill I was curious about. Of course I took it, what was there to lose? A pathetic excuse for a life, scrabbled out for myself in the slums of MegaCity? Puh-lease.
So I found myself with the zions, and a whole new reality.....but what was this? My whole life had been made up? Some nonfeeling machines had put me in the hell I grew up in? My mother died because some program decided that humans needed misery?? I was torn, grateful to the zions for waking me to reality, but unable to accept the truce with the callous, murdering machines. Plus, the zions all seemed so serious, they kept preaching about fighting the exiles and keeping the truce. I just wanted to enjoy my new abilities, and get a little of the fun I'd been missing out on....so I started wandering Megacity alone. Looking for something, something different that wouldn't leave me feeling cheated.
Then I met Tina. We spent a lot of time talking before I learned that she was allied with the Frenchman. Funny, she didn't seem like a violent, bloodthirsty menace.....so when she asked me to join her and go meet somebody named Persephone, I accepted. Perhaps this Persephone could shed some light on my inner turmoil.
However, on our way to the meeting, we were set upon. I didn't even know what was happening, only that suddenly Tina was being attacked by 5 people in white, and I jumped in trying to defend her against them. I couldn't save my mom, but I was grown now, and could quite possibly help to defend her....or so I thought. These people were so fast and vicious.....they must be fellow redpills, maybe one of the evil merv groups I'd been warned about constantly. I had no time to think of more than that, though, before they turned on me.
The following hour was torture, they would beat us almost to death, then heal us, only to start over again. By the time they were finished, Tina's eyes were glazed, her mind shut down from such constant pain. Not me, though, I have always been a fighter. I kept my wits enough to listen to their conversation, and found out their group's name....Furious Angels. When they finally left us, whistling and laughing about the poor sport we offered, I dragged Tina to the meeting point. Persephone was most helpful, taking her in to be cared for, and explaining things to me. Now I see more clearly than ever before.
It seems I'm not the only one to get screwed over by the machines. The exiles are fighting for their very existence, desperate to escape certain death. I know the feeling. The stupid spineless zions don't see that though, they do whatever they can to help the machines stamp out a people that are in the same boat the zions were in a short time ago. What hypocrites. Especially the Furious Angels, those cowards who adopt the zion patter about being good guys, but set 5 of their strongest to prey upon the weaker members of our organization.
Now....now I don't just rage against the machines (>>>lol, couldn't resist), but against zion as well. I spend my days growing stronger, eager to dish out some vengeance. I must admit, the thrill I feel during combat scares me sometimes, I love to see the fear in my enemies' eyes as I crush them, make them whimper for mercy. I suppose I have become that which I once hated most, but I have no regrets. I have found my family now, and will do anything to keep them safe.
Cool
((this story was written when Dem was really little, lots has happened since then but this is where she started))
When I first learned of the matrix I was appalled. My entire childhood was spent in poverty and pain, watching my mother get job after job, only to lose them when my father would hurt her so badly she couldn't perform. When he finally killed her in a drunken frenzy and lost his outlet for violence, he turned his fists upon me.
I was 7 years old at the time.
I fought back more than my mother, though, and by the age of 15 I was out on the streets. My wits kept me alive for years, and my experience in staying out of sight of my abusive father. Nobody could disappear like I could. I heard things when others thought they were alone, things that piqued my interest....what, for example, was a redpill? And what made it so much better than a blue one? Some sort of new drug, maybe, possibly a source of income? I crept after a group that was escorting someone to their pickup, and that's when my life changed....the first time.
After being captured by the people I was following, they offered me the very pill I was curious about. Of course I took it, what was there to lose? A pathetic excuse for a life, scrabbled out for myself in the slums of MegaCity? Puh-lease.
So I found myself with the zions, and a whole new reality.....but what was this? My whole life had been made up? Some nonfeeling machines had put me in the hell I grew up in? My mother died because some program decided that humans needed misery?? I was torn, grateful to the zions for waking me to reality, but unable to accept the truce with the callous, murdering machines. Plus, the zions all seemed so serious, they kept preaching about fighting the exiles and keeping the truce. I just wanted to enjoy my new abilities, and get a little of the fun I'd been missing out on....so I started wandering Megacity alone. Looking for something, something different that wouldn't leave me feeling cheated.
Then I met Tina. We spent a lot of time talking before I learned that she was allied with the Frenchman. Funny, she didn't seem like a violent, bloodthirsty menace.....so when she asked me to join her and go meet somebody named Persephone, I accepted. Perhaps this Persephone could shed some light on my inner turmoil.
However, on our way to the meeting, we were set upon. I didn't even know what was happening, only that suddenly Tina was being attacked by 5 people in white, and I jumped in trying to defend her against them. I couldn't save my mom, but I was grown now, and could quite possibly help to defend her....or so I thought. These people were so fast and vicious.....they must be fellow redpills, maybe one of the evil merv groups I'd been warned about constantly. I had no time to think of more than that, though, before they turned on me.
The following hour was torture, they would beat us almost to death, then heal us, only to start over again. By the time they were finished, Tina's eyes were glazed, her mind shut down from such constant pain. Not me, though, I have always been a fighter. I kept my wits enough to listen to their conversation, and found out their group's name....Furious Angels. When they finally left us, whistling and laughing about the poor sport we offered, I dragged Tina to the meeting point. Persephone was most helpful, taking her in to be cared for, and explaining things to me. Now I see more clearly than ever before.
It seems I'm not the only one to get screwed over by the machines. The exiles are fighting for their very existence, desperate to escape certain death. I know the feeling. The stupid spineless zions don't see that though, they do whatever they can to help the machines stamp out a people that are in the same boat the zions were in a short time ago. What hypocrites. Especially the Furious Angels, those cowards who adopt the zion patter about being good guys, but set 5 of their strongest to prey upon the weaker members of our organization.
Now....now I don't just rage against the machines (>>>lol, couldn't resist), but against zion as well. I spend my days growing stronger, eager to dish out some vengeance. I must admit, the thrill I feel during combat scares me sometimes, I love to see the fear in my enemies' eyes as I crush them, make them whimper for mercy. I suppose I have become that which I once hated most, but I have no regrets. I have found my family now, and will do anything to keep them safe.
i think mine is somewhere in this board...prolly in the last page...
nope...
((Hmm, I thought I posted my character's backstory here, but it seems I didn't. So I'll do it again))
As a bluepill, Peter Stewart was forced away from a family, a comfortable life and a home due to inherant character flaws. His profession drew no income so he was exiled into the isolated dregs of society. Forced to live in abandoned and derelict areas, he inadvertantly stumbled upon a glitch in the Matrix's code, centered around an abandoned house, cordened off by the system's sentient programs, but was kept unchecked after it's initial segregation. Abandoned, all except for him. The continually altering plan of the house, often into unnatural and seemingly impossible methods, drove Peter to the brink of insanity. Found by Agents of the system whilst still at the glitch's location, he was awakened by the Machines and stored in Zero One.
The Machines considered him for active duty under the system, but he was far too erratic for their desires, due to his past mentality. No-one is quite sure what the Machines did to him before they handed him over to Zion, but the difference in his personality is instantly recognizable to those who knew him before.
After he was handed over to Zion, PBlade, as became his Matrix psudonymn, undertook a long, 4 month course of mental rehabilitation. This rehabilitation delayed his return to the Matrix and his combat training, and as such he missed fighting in the war and the truce that Neo forged - He was one of the many in the great Temple the day the war ended.
With the truce forged and the limitation created, PBlade set foot into the Matrix for the first time since he was awakened, the mental scars of his past life still plagued his life in odd ways, creating a strange facial pattern on his face in the Matrix that did not scar his face in the real. He was no longer an understudy of Roland, he now served as Navigator aboard the Hovercraft Leviathan, of the Children of Zion fleet, under Captain SoftCopy. He was there for Morpheus' re-emergence, the creation of organisations, and the infamous purge of the 6th version of the Matrix.
After the purge, the Command of the Children of Zion decided him worthy enough to take a position of limited authority, and he served under Captain Rustern as First Mate of the Hovercraft Legerity. He served there for 6 months, performing his duties carefully and efficiently, personal trauma reduced to a minimum by those around him, removing the possibility of any outbursts of mental deficiency whilst serving. The insanity, thought, remains active, but untriggerred.
After his 6 months in Rusterns charge, the Children of Zion expanded again, and PBlade was promoted to captain of his own crew; The Nagamitsu. With the new rank came new stresses and responsibilities, and so it has been known for PBlade to still be prone to slights of insanity. He is carefully watched by both Machine and Zion, for fear he should ever become a liability to the structure of Zion, or a information leak from the Machines.
As a bluepill, Peter Stewart was forced away from a family, a comfortable life and a home due to inherant character flaws. His profession drew no income so he was exiled into the isolated dregs of society. Forced to live in abandoned and derelict areas, he inadvertantly stumbled upon a glitch in the Matrix's code, centered around an abandoned house, cordened off by the system's sentient programs, but was kept unchecked after it's initial segregation. Abandoned, all except for him. The continually altering plan of the house, often into unnatural and seemingly impossible methods, drove Peter to the brink of insanity. Found by Agents of the system whilst still at the glitch's location, he was awakened by the Machines and stored in Zero One.
The Machines considered him for active duty under the system, but he was far too erratic for their desires, due to his past mentality. No-one is quite sure what the Machines did to him before they handed him over to Zion, but the difference in his personality is instantly recognizable to those who knew him before.
After he was handed over to Zion, PBlade, as became his Matrix psudonymn, undertook a long, 4 month course of mental rehabilitation. This rehabilitation delayed his return to the Matrix and his combat training, and as such he missed fighting in the war and the truce that Neo forged - He was one of the many in the great Temple the day the war ended.
With the truce forged and the limitation created, PBlade set foot into the Matrix for the first time since he was awakened, the mental scars of his past life still plagued his life in odd ways, creating a strange facial pattern on his face in the Matrix that did not scar his face in the real. He was no longer an understudy of Roland, he now served as Navigator aboard the Hovercraft Leviathan, of the Children of Zion fleet, under Captain SoftCopy. He was there for Morpheus' re-emergence, the creation of organisations, and the infamous purge of the 6th version of the Matrix.
After the purge, the Command of the Children of Zion decided him worthy enough to take a position of limited authority, and he served under Captain Rustern as First Mate of the Hovercraft Legerity. He served there for 6 months, performing his duties carefully and efficiently, personal trauma reduced to a minimum by those around him, removing the possibility of any outbursts of mental deficiency whilst serving. The insanity, thought, remains active, but untriggerred.
After his 6 months in Rusterns charge, the Children of Zion expanded again, and PBlade was promoted to captain of his own crew; The Nagamitsu. With the new rank came new stresses and responsibilities, and so it has been known for PBlade to still be prone to slights of insanity. He is carefully watched by both Machine and Zion, for fear he should ever become a liability to the structure of Zion, or a information leak from the Machines.
peperm1nt wrote:
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OK LEIK SKOLMINT WON DAY WUZ LEIK ON HIS COMPUTER AND LEIK CYBERING WITH HOT CHIX ALL DAY AND THN LEIK ONE OF TEH CHIX LEIK WAS FANTASY CYBERING WITH HIM AND WUZ LEIK SAYIN LEIK WE WAZ LIVING IN A DREAM WORLD AND THEN WE LIKE MET UP AND SHE GAMME ME A DOPE *CENSORED* PILL I THOUGHT IT WAS LEIK SOME E OR SOMETIN BUT THEN I WOKE UP IN A CAVE AND THIS SUX I WANNA GO BACK!
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my characters back stroy is on here http://www.deviantart.com/deviation...me+-in%3Ascraps plz all check it out, and comment.
Given the emergence of the RPvP events we're attempting to set up, I feel that this thread warrants a bump.
Mine is, as always, the same, but now I can throw in this handy dandy (unfinished) RP that alludes to my backstory in greater detail.
To know about Twaggy use this link, read his profile and his blogs to get an understanding and current information regarding Twaggy in the role playing world.
http://www.myspace.com/xrn_dj_twaggy
http://www.myspace.com/xrn_dj_twaggy
I can write a better one, so that one is scrapped
Handle: Duckker
Full Name: Rafa Medina
Age: 26
Nationality: Pure Spanish
Faction: Priorato de Sion
Hovercraft: Antares
Organization: EPN
Rank: Captain
The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this room.
You can see it out your window, or on your television. You feel it when you go to work, or go to church or pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
That's all.
We'll show the true to all humans, and we'll detroy the Matrix to leave in the real world.
Full Name: Rafa Medina
Age: 26
Nationality: Pure Spanish
Faction: Priorato de Sion
Hovercraft: Antares
Organization: EPN
Rank: Captain
The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this room.
You can see it out your window, or on your television. You feel it when you go to work, or go to church or pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
That's all.
We'll show the true to all humans, and we'll detroy the Matrix to leave in the real world.
Lex
Real Name: Lee Newman ((I know it says Ben but you’re gonna have to give me the benefit of the doubt. I never had this idea for a story way back when I made Lex))
Age: 27
Nationality: English
Faction: Systematic Chaos
Rank: Council Member. Captain of The Diernos
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Lee had lived a normal life at first. He had worked for years as a lowly factory worker down in Uriah, always longing for more but never bitter. It was walking home in the dusk one day along the Uriah waterfront that he witnessed what he was sure was someone running along the roof, before jumping off the side. Thinking the worst, he went to investigate. The gunfire that broke out as he neared the corner of the factory pierced his ears like nothing he had heard before. He froze and watched as two men fought to, what seemed like at the time, death. The victor stood over his fallen opponent, seemingly admiring his handiwork.
It was at this point, Lee had two choices. He could run from this murderer, or challenge him. The decision changed his life for ever.
He shouted out “What the hell did you just do?” It was straight away he realized the malice in his voice, and immediately regretted it. The murdered slowly reached inside his trench coat, but Lee didn’t hang around to see what he would pull from inside it. He turned on his heels and ran. He seemed to only have got a few metres when another trench coat wearing man appeared from inside one of the factories, bursting out of a side door. He barked at Lee to get down, and he was only too happy to oblige. Hundreds of bullets exploded from this newcomer’s machine pistol, over Lee’s head towards the pursuer. He offered his hand and pulled Lee to his feet, then away with him towards Mara. It was later that Lee found out these were Zion Operatives. The man chasing them was a Merovingian. It meant nothing to him at first but weeks and months after being awakened passed and he grew accustomed to life in the Matrix.
However, he also grew disillusioned with the Zion way of life. It was roughly around the time of Morpheus’ terrorist activities that this feeling grew stronger. He couldn’t understand why people were so willing to disrupting the truce and threaten everything that had gone before them. It was at this time he met a group known as the Guardians Of The 7th Gate. He was accepted into their ranks and ever since has fought to keep the messy truce between Zion and the Machines as stable as possible.
After some internal disputes between the members and leaders of G7G, they split and Lex, as he was now known, became one of four Council Members in the splinter faction, Systematic Chaos, dedicated to the Machine cause.
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Savas
Real Name: Ben Newman
Age: 18
Nationality: English
Faction: Systematic Chaos
Rank: First Mate of The Diernos.
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Ben had wondered about his brother’s disappearance for three whole months. He never missed a visit at weekends so when he suddenly vanished, he obviously expected the worse. Hearing of an incident in Uriah the night his brother had gone astray, he accepted his fate and got on with life. He was only 16 at the time and it hit hard. Two years had passed since then. Ben had left home and found himself a flat in Magog, happy with what he had. He wasn’t expecting anyone so the loud banging on the door startled him.
“Where the hell have you been? I was sick to near death! 2 years and nothing?!”
“I’ve been around”
“Around. Great. What a brilliant explanation for a 2 year absence……And what the hell are you wearing?!”
“Look…I don’t have much time to explain. This, this apartment. That chair. Your clothes…it’s not real. I hate having to tell you like this, but it’s the only way.”
“…What? What are you saying?”
“They’re coming for you. They know who I am, what I’m part of. And anyway they can harm me they will. That means you.”
“Who? Who’s coming for me? What are you part of? What the hell is going on?!”
The door burst open and two huge bald men burst into the room, brandishing shotguns. Ben was amazed at the speed his brother reacted, managing to fish two pistols out of his jacket and fire off a round into one of the intruder’s legs before they turned to face him. He dived for cover behind a chair as bullets went AWOL all around the room. When the fighting subsided, Ben slowly rose from his ‘cover’, expecting to see the worst. Instead, he saw two bald corpses and a slightly out-of-breath brother who he hadn’t seen for two years.
“Elite Guards…I told you he knew about you.” Lee said, putting the guns back into his jacket pockets.
“Who?”
“The Merovingian. See, you don’t even understand me. It’s alright…you will soon…”
Two months passed and Lex taught his brother how to survive in this hostile world. Savas, Ben’s new handle, quickly adapted to life in the real. He too joined Systematic Chaos, becoming First Mate of The Diernos. Now he and his brother have taken to doing “shifts” in the Matrix, meaning there is always one of them there should anything need taking care of.
Savas is still a “hot headed little git” in Lex’s opinion, and sometimes shows it in his unorthodox behavior. Many simply put it off to his young age and over enthusiasm, but Lex can’t help but think one day he’s gonna push that boat out too far.
Brothers in arms they always will be though.
((That turned out much longer than I expected :S))
Real Name: Lee Newman ((I know it says Ben but you’re gonna have to give me the benefit of the doubt. I never had this idea for a story way back when I made Lex))
Age: 27
Nationality: English
Faction: Systematic Chaos
Rank: Council Member. Captain of The Diernos
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Lee had lived a normal life at first. He had worked for years as a lowly factory worker down in Uriah, always longing for more but never bitter. It was walking home in the dusk one day along the Uriah waterfront that he witnessed what he was sure was someone running along the roof, before jumping off the side. Thinking the worst, he went to investigate. The gunfire that broke out as he neared the corner of the factory pierced his ears like nothing he had heard before. He froze and watched as two men fought to, what seemed like at the time, death. The victor stood over his fallen opponent, seemingly admiring his handiwork.
It was at this point, Lee had two choices. He could run from this murderer, or challenge him. The decision changed his life for ever.
He shouted out “What the hell did you just do?” It was straight away he realized the malice in his voice, and immediately regretted it. The murdered slowly reached inside his trench coat, but Lee didn’t hang around to see what he would pull from inside it. He turned on his heels and ran. He seemed to only have got a few metres when another trench coat wearing man appeared from inside one of the factories, bursting out of a side door. He barked at Lee to get down, and he was only too happy to oblige. Hundreds of bullets exploded from this newcomer’s machine pistol, over Lee’s head towards the pursuer. He offered his hand and pulled Lee to his feet, then away with him towards Mara. It was later that Lee found out these were Zion Operatives. The man chasing them was a Merovingian. It meant nothing to him at first but weeks and months after being awakened passed and he grew accustomed to life in the Matrix.
However, he also grew disillusioned with the Zion way of life. It was roughly around the time of Morpheus’ terrorist activities that this feeling grew stronger. He couldn’t understand why people were so willing to disrupting the truce and threaten everything that had gone before them. It was at this time he met a group known as the Guardians Of The 7th Gate. He was accepted into their ranks and ever since has fought to keep the messy truce between Zion and the Machines as stable as possible.
After some internal disputes between the members and leaders of G7G, they split and Lex, as he was now known, became one of four Council Members in the splinter faction, Systematic Chaos, dedicated to the Machine cause.
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Savas
Real Name: Ben Newman
Age: 18
Nationality: English
Faction: Systematic Chaos
Rank: First Mate of The Diernos.
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Ben had wondered about his brother’s disappearance for three whole months. He never missed a visit at weekends so when he suddenly vanished, he obviously expected the worse. Hearing of an incident in Uriah the night his brother had gone astray, he accepted his fate and got on with life. He was only 16 at the time and it hit hard. Two years had passed since then. Ben had left home and found himself a flat in Magog, happy with what he had. He wasn’t expecting anyone so the loud banging on the door startled him.
“Where the hell have you been? I was sick to near death! 2 years and nothing?!”
“I’ve been around”
“Around. Great. What a brilliant explanation for a 2 year absence……And what the hell are you wearing?!”
“Look…I don’t have much time to explain. This, this apartment. That chair. Your clothes…it’s not real. I hate having to tell you like this, but it’s the only way.”
“…What? What are you saying?”
“They’re coming for you. They know who I am, what I’m part of. And anyway they can harm me they will. That means you.”
“Who? Who’s coming for me? What are you part of? What the hell is going on?!”
The door burst open and two huge bald men burst into the room, brandishing shotguns. Ben was amazed at the speed his brother reacted, managing to fish two pistols out of his jacket and fire off a round into one of the intruder’s legs before they turned to face him. He dived for cover behind a chair as bullets went AWOL all around the room. When the fighting subsided, Ben slowly rose from his ‘cover’, expecting to see the worst. Instead, he saw two bald corpses and a slightly out-of-breath brother who he hadn’t seen for two years.
“Elite Guards…I told you he knew about you.” Lee said, putting the guns back into his jacket pockets.
“Who?”
“The Merovingian. See, you don’t even understand me. It’s alright…you will soon…”
Two months passed and Lex taught his brother how to survive in this hostile world. Savas, Ben’s new handle, quickly adapted to life in the real. He too joined Systematic Chaos, becoming First Mate of The Diernos. Now he and his brother have taken to doing “shifts” in the Matrix, meaning there is always one of them there should anything need taking care of.
Savas is still a “hot headed little git” in Lex’s opinion, and sometimes shows it in his unorthodox behavior. Many simply put it off to his young age and over enthusiasm, but Lex can’t help but think one day he’s gonna push that boat out too far.
Brothers in arms they always will be though.
((That turned out much longer than I expected :S))
Im also going to have to think hard for this as Rp isnt my thing but i'll do my best.
Name: Chris Matthews
Handle: Mercio
Chris was a police dectective for most of his life as a blue pill. He always new something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. Dectective Matthews has seen many wierd and unexplainable events. People leaping from roof top to roof top, Suspects fleeing at super human speeds, and reports of people vanishing with out a trace.
These events led him to get a night occupation. Chris knows his computers from being an amature hacker as a kid but gave that life up as he grew older. Now he needed answers. Matthews searched police files, databanks, and the FBI databank. All in a desperate attempt to find what is really out there. He found Morpheus, this was his first clue.
Then by his Hacker Alias Mercio, he went into hacker chat rooms, websites, and forums to seek the answer. Many told him of a thing called The Matrix. Now he knew the name of what he sought. Now it is a matter of finding out what it truly is.
Blue Pill Name: Henry Carver
Handle: Stalidos
Age: 23
Nationality: American / Irish
Faction: Reviled Restoration
Hovercraft: Rainbow in the Dark
Organization: Cypherite
Rank: Captain
Handle: Stalidos
Age: 23
Nationality: American / Irish
Faction: Reviled Restoration
Hovercraft: Rainbow in the Dark
Organization: Cypherite
Rank: Captain
Born of machines. Regret knowing the truth. Fight to regain the stability of the Matrix.
It is the Matrix the supports this world. It is because of the Matrix that humans still have a use. Let me ask you something. After destroying us what was it you were planning to do? Who will you have to hate? Yet again you will turn against eachother, war, crime, poverty. These are things of the inevitable... when things are left in the hands of humans. It is because of the Matrix that you even have a purpose. So tell me, what will you do when we are gone? You will just do what we were preventing. Destroy your selves. And for what? Few dollars, that are other words worthless. For a title? It is mearly only a title, you have not gained anything.
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Completed at 100% Data non-corrupt
Project name: JetBlack [Case file #2]
Blue Pill name: N/a
Rank: Rank One Leader/Faction Liaison/Recruiter/Trainer/Zion's Machine Program
Origin: Pandora's Box 5[Most recent], Creation of Nemesai
Background: /.followthedemon//EXECUTE:
JetBlack begin his existance inside the matrix. Like all other programs he is undoubtably bound by its restrictions. His soul purpose was to guard and protect a Blue Pill named Jet Drazik Black, otherwise know as Sp00nFobia.
Created by Nemesai; an exiled Agent program from the first Matrix, he was asigned his simple task. His design was based on the strongest Machine Red Pill in the matrix as it proved to be a stable program; easy to minipulate how he saw fit; but of the opposite energies and appearance. A mirror image.
After Sp00n Fell, due to an assassination layed down by other Machine factions, JetBlack lost all purpose inside the Matrix. Nemesai having dissappeared from site and contact, JetBlack was with out purpose and use. The only purpose he had was engage the faction that destroyed his master.
After destroying many of 'The System' he was out numbered and fell, near to deletion. Their leader, Prime, wrote JetBlacks remaining RSI data to the Pandora's Box 5, trapping him indeffinately. As many Zionites are curious as to the orientation of these devices, they came finally across the Pandora's Box 5 device 'Box of Death'.
JetBlack's endless strugle inside the box seemed to a life time of tourment until a Young Zionite named, Amnodeus freed him from his cell.
His repayment and new purpose is to help free the minds of those that choose to be free, and help Zion strive to hold the ballance. Representing Zionites and all those that seek the truth he also searches for his own path, to purpose....
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