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1946, America has decided to create the ultimate super soldier, in case of war and it would be used to end it. The project was to take place in a deep secret underground base, as large as a city. However over time they had gotten through many set backs. Years later Americans decided to end the project, due to the expenses.

The year is 2016 the project reopens, as the Americans suspects a coming war. The project has been going well so far, the subject will be ready to use soon. A distress signal comes from the base, they receive a message with only screams being heard. They send a few people to check out what is happening, they never returned. The Americans decided to get a team of people with "powers" to stop what is happening there.


Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Power: (What power do you have, can you control fire, do you have super strength or any power you can think of.)
Weapons:
Personality:
History:

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Braemm

Name: Akain "FireBug" West
Age: 24
Appearance:
Power: He can control fire
Weapons: A huge sword
Personality: Aggresive, social
History: Akain was born in New York City. His parents both were able to control the ways of fire. One day when Akain was 12 the police arrived infront of the house and his parents were shot as they ran out. Akain managed to hold the police off and kill them with the power of fire. Since then Akain has been hiding and running around. When suddenly a voice was inside his head saying he will be asked to help... And Akain went back.

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kain222

Name: "Sypher". (Real name unknown.)
Age: 116, (Though he appears at around 42 due to his regenerative capabilities.)
Appearance: He looks redicolously healthy - despite streaks of grey in his jet-black hair and slight wrinkles around his face. His body is incredibley muscular, and that of an athelete. His eyes are a deep blue, and there is slight stubble matting his chin. He tends to be dressed in a simple beige shirt, brown leather jacket, dark brown trousers and heavy-looking black shoes. He allso usually has a lit cigar in his mouth.
Power: Regenerative Abilities.
Weapons: Anything he can find in a room, he allso carries two pistols strapped at his side, and a combat knife attached to his upper arm by a leather strap.
Personality: He is sort of like a father-figure, and can be a leader and a source of comfort in a time of need - but he does it in a "Tough Love."-Esque way.
History: Born around 1900, Sypher started to become actually known as a "young" recruit in the first world war, once he had found his powers - after being shot for the first time, the bullet mereley popping out as his tissue re-built itself at abnormal speed, he kept his powers a secret. Though when he grew to the age of around 70, and still looked like a 20 year old man... that's when the goverment became suspicous.

He was taken in and questioned, he came clean about his powers, yet the goverment had a plan in store for him. He would become the first "Super-soldier", not quite the same strength as the one the goverment is working on now, but with his powers - the Americans won alot of battles in the second world war.

For the rest of his years, finding the oil struggles unimportant (To be honest, the goverment found it too much of a risk to force him into these situations - he was their best weapon, they didn't want him rebelling against them.), he had resided in new york. Obtaining a sort of rock-star status that gradually faded over the ears due to his victories in world war two.

But, now the time has come for the goverment to use him again...

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Cybalt

Name: Jason Pratt

Age:24

Appearance: Caucasian, average height and build, sandy brown hair, green eyes, his skin is dotted with what seems like a lot of black freckles (it is actually a black sand like substance surgically implanted into his skin).

Clothing: black T shirt, cargo pants, baseball hat, sun glasses, and a light bullet proof vest.

Powers: He is able to use the "sand" to create copies of himself (up to four). The copies have the same memories, gear and everything else that Jason does when he creates them. When killed, these copies turn back to sand, fly back to Jason, and mesh with his skin again (he keeps their memories).

Weapons: P90 (submachine gun), combat knife.

Personality: Quiet, and down to business. A bit awkward in social scenarios.

History: Taken as a small child for illegal testing, Jason grew up as a lab rat. He was poked and prodded, and even had black "sand" surgically implanted into his skin. Dispite several escape attempts, Jason stayed locked away untill he was elleven years old.
The testing facility he was in was successfully uncovered by police and he was rescued along with the other test subjects by SWAT. Due to his powers, he was willingly put in a classified facility. He received training, and became an operative to be used in high risk scenarios. This is the first time he has had to work with others, as he normally is the entire team.

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((kain you only can have 1 power))

Name: Alexander Desman
Age: 25
Appearance:

Power: Can shoot lightning out of his hand.
Weapons: Sniper rifle, and two pistols
Personality: Natural born leader, caring, and quick-thinker
History: Alexander was a genius since birth. He was able to learn, and completely memorize everything. He found out about his powers he was fending himself from a mugger. At first he was scared of it, but alter he embraced it. The government found out about his powers, and took him away to be a trained soldier. Over the years he was trained as a human weapon, he fought in the Iraq war becoming such as a legend. After his service they let him leave, but now they need him again.

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vi-chuckles-iv

Name: Julius Roth
Age: 20
Appearance: Caucasian, "5'11. Likes button ups, even when just lying around the house. Very healthy looking. Athletic. Long black hair. Dazzling green eyes.

Power: Julius has the ability to heal himself as well as others with the use of rapid cell regeneration. On the flipside, he can use that same power to kill by creating deadly cancerous tumors in a matter of seconds. On his best day, he can regrow a missing limb, although that would take a massive amount of strength and he would probably be unable to do anything afterward, if he didn't pass out from exhaustion. He can only heal others or kill enemies if he's touching what he want's to heal or destroy.
Weapons: His hands.
Personality: Quiet and controlled, Julius spends most of his time tending the small garden in his apartment. He rarely swears, and dislikes conflict. Values the safety of others far beyond his own.
History: Julius had always wished to be a doctor. He knew his dream even before he even understood what a doctor was. Helping others was always his top priority, even when he was in no position to do so.

He was heartbroken when his mother told him that he couldn't follow the path that he so badly wanted. If anyone ever found out about his power, they would lock him away and he would become their guinea pig, she explained. He became angry. He locked himself up in his room and didn't speak to anyone for a month. He wasn't angry at his mother. He was angry at himself. Why did he have to be who he was? Why did he have to have his ability? Why couldn't he just be normal? His beautiful gift turned into a tormenting curse. He wanted to die. He tried to, time and time again, but his body just wouldn't let him end it. He was confused. He had to consciously activate his power. He knew this. How was it working on it's own? And then, one night, lying in bed, he realized it wasn't. He realized he WAS healing himself. He didn't want to die! He still had so much to live for. Even if he couldn't work in a hospital, he could still help people. He could still save lives!

That day, he made a vow. He would become a hero, even if there were people who wouldn't accept him. He would help people as long as there were a person on the planet that needed help.

It was a cold afternoon in the middle of winter years later, and he and his girlfriend at the time were in a coffee shop sitting together, talking. While she ordered two more coffees, he left to go use the restroom. As he was washing his hands, he heard shouts from outside. He quickly turned off the sink and listened. The place was being robbed. He sliped out of the bathroom quietly and made his way to a wall so he could get a better picture of what was happening. There were two people, both of them armed. One was going around collecting valuables while the other kept watch. As he slunk back into the bathroom, something told him that he should intervene. He stood there, puzzled on what he should do. Just then he heard a scream. It was his girlfriend's voice.

"Get off me you ****ing tweaker!" she screamed. Julius sped back to see what was happening. One of them was wrestling with Andrea to get her purse. He finally pulled it from her, and kicked her in the head in anger. At that point Julius was already running for the gunman. He instinctively grabbed the gunman's throat. When his wits returned to him, he realized the robber's throat had swelled to twice it's normal size. He released the man's neck. The gunman choked and wheezed, grabbing at the bulge. He fell over dead, suffocated. Julius stood there, blank, looking at his hands with a puzzled fear, curious about this new ability but frightened of what it might do. The bandit keeping watch raised his gun and pointed it at Julius.

"What the hell did you just do??" he shouted. Julius took a few slow steps toward him, dreamlike. Suddenly, shots were fired, screams sounded, and Julius hit the floor. Seconds later the screams abruptly ended when Julius got back up, covered in blood but without a wound on his body. The gunman stared for a moment and opened fire again. Two bullets hit him in his chest, a third one in his eye. There was no chance anyone could survive that. And yet, Julius stood his ground, the wounds healing right before the gunman's eyes. Even behind his mask, Julius saw the look of terror in the gunman's face. That was when he ran. He ran right out the front door of the coffee shop.

"Somebody call the police!" Julius shouted. No one did. No one even moved. Everyone was just staring at him, even Andrea. That's when he realized everyone in the room knew his secret. Everyone saw what had just happened. A man killed someone by merely touching them, and then took seven bullets and doesn't have a scratch on him. Upon this realization, Julius too ran for the door. He was no criminal;quite the opposite, actually. He was a hero. The world, though, didn't see it that way. He was a freak to them, a monster.

When he finally made it to his mothers house, she questioned him as to why he was drenched in blood. He stuttered fearfully what had happened. Both he and his mother got ready to leave the city, expecting to be found out, but luckily no one had come for him. No one in the coffee shop knew his name except for Andrea, who probably refused to talk to the police about what happened. Julius called both her house phone and her cell phone numerous times, leaving messages about how he loves her and wants to talk to her about what happened. Finally, after two weeks, she finally picked up. She didn't give him time to even speak. All she said was "Stop calling me. I don't want to talk about what happened. Leave me alone."

and with that she hung up.

So...when are we gonna start?

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In the Pentagon General Beckam enters the command room. The room is big, and the only sounds are of that of foot steps and typing. "Have we found a team yet!?", said Beckam. A man in front of a computer turns around, "So far we found 5 Sypher, Alexander Desman, Akain West, Julius Roth, and Jason Pratt.", said the man. "Okay I want to retrieve them ASAP, and give me a report of all of them in my office.", said Beckam.

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Alexander was in Los Angeles in his apartment. He had gotten a job as a bartender after his service ended. Though not living to his potential, he found it relaxing. He went to make some coffee, he noticed that cord was unplugged. Instead of plugging it in he held the cord in his hand and set a electric current to start it.

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Cybalt

the roar of gunfire filled the chambers of the firing range. Jason took a moment away from his task of cleaning his gun to look around at what his copies were doing. To his right, copies alpha and charlie were working on perfecting several knife moves; copies bravo and delta were having a shooting competition to see who could get the most bull's eyes in a single clip.

Jason sighed and retuned to his gun maintenance. He was rather bored. With nothing but mind numbing self training to keep himself busy, he almost wished for some major catastrophe to happen that needed his attention just so he would have something to do.

Jason shook those thoughts from his mind and snapped his gun's parts back together. Leaning back and pulling his cap over his eyes, Jason let the familiar sound of gunfire lull himself to sleep.

Braemm

Akain was sitting in a some dude his house. He melted the lock and went inside without a problem. Akain looked around for the fridge and found it inside the kitchen in the corner. He grabbed a beer and opened it, suddenly out of nowhere this little girl walked into the kitchen, he stared at Akain and said "Are you going to take care of me today, mister? The old lady is going to heaven. That is what my mommy tells me." Akain looked around confused and then sighed as he putted the beer down and stretched his arm towards the girl, the girl took it and they both walked towards her bedroom, when arrived Akain putted the girl in bed and gave her a kiss on her forhead and then he walked outside.

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kain222

Sypher sighed, moving over to the window in his house, which, due to his efforts in the war earning him money, was quite large. There was an allmost eeire silence - it was located far away, on a grassy hilltop in the country side. He was looking from the window, observing the green hills. Even though, in a way he felt contempt... There was somthing missing, the roar of battle maybe? Perhaps. He had lived with it most his life... Or perhaps, it was loneleyness...?

He shook his head, thinking to himself, I like seclusion. he decided. Giving a firm nod, he flicked out a cigarette and placed it into his mouth, lighting it. Currently, it was early morning, and he was dressed in a loose gown.

The dorbell rang, Sypher's eyebrow hoisted itself up on his brow in suprise. He slowly moved to the door. A man, with a black suit, an earpiece, sunglasses and brown, striking hair that was combed back presented himself.

"Hello, Sypher. It is a pleasure to meet the legend at last." The man said.

Sypher rolled his eyes, leaning sideways against the door and taking another puff from his cigarette. "I'm not a legend. And why are you coming to me...? If it's about those stupid, pointless oil struggles, i'm not goi-"

"It's not about the oil struggles." The agent stated, Sypher suddenly had a look of intrest in his eyes.

"Oh...?" Sypher asked.

"The Goverment was training a super soldier, incase of a war that needed to be ended quickly," The Agent explained,a light frown on Sypher's forehead, "In one of the favilities, where the subject was being held... well, we've lost contact with them, and the last message we obtained from their location was pure screams of terror."

Sypher sighed, rubbing his forehead, though... Perhaps this is what he needs. "Mhm... Well, I suppose i'll mop up the goverment's mess for them." He stated, the agent smiled.

"Welcome back, Sypher." He said.

"Mhm, let me get my things. I hardly expect for you to want me to tackle a super soldier in a dressing robe." He remarked, somewhat of a chuckle escaping his lips, he went inside, and came out later in his usual gear. Pistols strapped at his side. "Let's go."

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