Fantasy Suicide squad-closed

[Airagog]

The world isn't what it seems.


Every story, every legend you've heard. Chances are it's real. Congratulations. So the question is how on earth do people continue living a normal ass life? Well the answer is that there are some people stupid enough to actually go out and hunt these things. There are many organizations, the Catholic Church, various governments, several religious organizations including the Illuminati and the Knight's Templar, they're all there for one purpose and one purpose only: ensure humanity doesn't fall into disaster like it has in the past. Congratulations on finally realizing that the world is completely messed up, now the only question is, are ya gonna do something about it, you gonna pretend like it's alright, or you gonna take the coward's way out?


My only advice to you: if you take the coward's way, better pray you don't happen to catch the eye of a reaper and I hope you don't die with a lot of grudges and hatred. If you meet a reaper, congratulations, you're now a Deadman. A person whose suicide was rejected and their body won't quit on them. Bad news is that despite your body being sturdy, demons and monsters, even humans can still kill you by attacking your soul if you're not careful. Though this ain't an entirely bad situation. You survive things that kill everyone else, it's the second part you should be worried about.


You decide to off yourself with a bunch of hatred, anger, and frustration, well there's some unfortunate news for you. You don't die. In fact, something much worse happens. Your anger poisons your soul, turns you into something inhuman that, unlike demons, doesn't care about anything other than one thing: Kill and eat. We call these voodoo dolls, living conduits of human suffering. They resemble humans, only skinless, always bleeding, and have a screech that will make your underwear turn brown.


If you find yourself suddenly a deadman, congratulations. You've been drafted by the United Nations to be a part of the Suicide Squad. A team whose goal is to go in and likely die. Fortunately, this is exactly what most Deadmen want. Unfortunately, this is much easier said than done on how to only kill your body but let your spirit live.


So, make a choice, is your life terrible enough to risk joining the Suicide Squad, or maybe you want to fight alongside your church, or maybe your government. It doesn't really matter in the end. All that really matters is your own strength and your pay check.


Races: (Can be a mix of any two but angel+demon. If you have a race idea please post)


Human


Demon


Angel


Sprite


Deadman(women included)


Voodoo doll.


factions:


Suicide Squad (Base is a large bunker in the middle of Death Valley)


Illuminati (Base is an unmarked skyscraper in the middle of nowhere)


Army of Hell. (base is hell)


Knight's Templar. (Base is in Vatican City, catacombs underneath the vatican itself. Overseen by His Holiness.)


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1. No instakills.


2. No metagaming


3. No powergaming


4. Stay true to your mythology. If you're a natural angel, you're gonna probably be extremely stuck up and/or corrupted by earth. Demons, act like demons.


5. DO YOUR RESEARCH:


This is imparitive. If you are going to roleplay a spriggan for example get as much background information as you can on said spriggan. If you are going to roleplay an angel, great, what kind, what sphere are you from, what is your role, think it through.

 

[Airagog]

John sat down in the intelligence room. It had been a few months since he had joined this little project founded by the United Nations. Apparently he was one of the first deadmen in years, and it was only thanks to his discovery and a few others that the project was being started again. He heard of the old stories. How the Suicide Squad was introduced back in WWII, how they helped achieve victory. How Hitler's super soldier was a deadman that could be mass-produced. How they along with the Knight's Templar and the Illuminati helped keep the world hidden from the truth that would cause panic and mass hysteria. He read over the files of the newest recruit as well as a mission. They were to go to New York, apparently a vampire had set up shop there, but it shouldn't be too terribly difficult for John, at the very least it wasn't a voodoo doll. He then looked over the new recruit's file. Looks like she was just a kid, hit by a car, crippled too. He smiled, ran into the street, apparently they had found not her posts but other people's posts of what had happened and tracked her down from there. Even if you kept your secret, bottom line is someone won't. She appeared to have psychic abilities and John laughed silently to himself.


"Well well, it hasn't been but six months since The Suicide Squad was started back up and already we found ourselves a new Professor X."


He wondered when she would arrive and who else would be joining. The Suicide Squad in years past had been a mixture of demihumans as well as deadmen and even a few sprites, spirits, and various supernatural beings. That's when he noticed another file, hiding underneath the file about a demi-angel. That is, a human given angelic properties. He groaned, this guy wouldn't last long. But, he thought might as well be optimistic. Maybe he won't be too overtly 'praise God.' John sighed, yeah like that was a possibility. He never was a religious man. But hey, here he was flung into the midst of all this. Who knows, it might work out for the best. Maybe.


@Swift Beurezu @Ayne

 

[JKthegreat]

(@Airagog I'm gonna do mine in 1st person if thats ok with you?)


I was walking through the streets, avoiding the light as much as possible. I couldn't be noticed. The last town I had got noticed in, they tried to kill me with fire. I guess that would be too simple a release for a demon like me. The problem is, I'm actually not a bad guy. I'm a contracted demon, so I'm not inherently evil. Its just, everyone sees my eyes...and straight away I'm the devil incarnate. All I need is something to follow, something to do...a purpose...

 

[Tricksterfied]

The streets of Manhattan were not exactly like home, but it was better then living next to a damned Voodoo doll. When you have a stitched-up version of Raggedy Ann at your door every day asking you for your arms, you tend to get pretty annoyed with the overly-friendly neighbors.And then you get to thinking: 'I should move to greener pastures.' But when you do THAT, well, hells know what will happen.


The Vampire stationed at Manhattan, New York chose not to rear her face for that exact reason. Surely the dregs and newbies of her kind would dub her with a title of 'Coward'. Heck, she couldn't care less. As a widely hunted creature, you LEARNED how to play by the rules given to you by other species that would threaten to choke out your existence. Humans knew of the bumps in the night. They knew, but they want control, so they would never DARE to share their secrets with the general public. Couldn't have an outbreak, nope. That would give people the chance to run, and running from a perfect utopia was foolhardy.


... It was justification of being a coward, but with a damn good reason. A Populous city so close to a well-known Metropolis of flashing lights... it was a danger zone. No one in their right MIND would decide to reside in a place where they could so easily be dispatched.


Well, All the better to hide with, my dear.


However, as much as the time called to get out there and cause some chaos, it was still Daytime. Swift, having been woken by a particularly silenced rest, drummed her long...clawish-shaped nails on the inner lid of her simple coffin. Her final resting placed, carved with glyphs to her liking of her life. It was an old practice, but it was kind of fun in a stranger way.


The night would soon break again, and perhaps she could come out of this forsaken, abandoned house and get to some...exploring.


How'd she get there, you ask?


... most people tend to run when the dead wake. It just took a bit of shaking and cleverly- placed growls to send the fellows in charge of her corpse running. A clever way to move across. Have a few contacts, get your coffin moved from point A to B, and at the final burial, scare em a bit and take over the yard.

 

[spacepossum]

The young brunette wheeled into the base from a helicopter who's intention was to bring the female psychic to the Suicide Squad in Death Valley. The short-haired girl took her hands off the wheels on her wheelchair to adjust the clips on her bangs to keep them out of her face, using her mind powers to make the mechanical device to continue moving towards her destination. Since the girl was new, she was a trainee, so she needed to check in and such. Because she was a psychic, by instinct, she would observe everything around her, just in case something were to happen to her. She stopped her wheels, waiting for someone to go up to her to either give her a tour, or help her sign up, since she had no idea where to go inside the base to sign in. Sure, the young girl had never killed anyone, only attempted on herself, so she was incredibly nervous, but a psychic is very good at creating a semblance of an emotion, Chrisobel's happening to be the calm one.


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[Airagog]

John looked as he was alerted to a visitor, he assumed to be the new girl. He made his way to the front of the base and opened the large blast doors. He looked outside to see a girl in a wheel chair. "Well holy s*** on a f'in sandwich with s*** on top and a side of helping of ****. We really do have a Professor X! Only... female and not bald. Hey do you mind being bald? I think we could arrange that." He says as the agents escort her into the large mostly underground base.

 

[spacepossum]

The young girl raised an eyebrow at John as she continued to wheel herself along the agents. She kept looking around, trying to sense any danger, well, if there even was any. That was probably a small chance considering they were in an army base.


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[Airagog]

"What? More of a fan of DC? I don't blame you. Sure they had a bad movie with Green Lantern but they write overall better stories." he said as he motioned for her to follow him. "Welcome to your death! Totally sucks. You can't stay dead. Here's where you'll spend the s***fest that comes after death. Welcome to the Suicide Squad mission control. We got everything you could ever need. Even freedom. Mainly because the U.N. Knows a race of immortals can't really be controlled anyway, at least not unless you got some serious cash. Here's where you will go on missions that will without a doubt kill you. Get used to it. I'm John and you could consider me captain of this God-forsaken ship. Any questions?" John said as he looked back to her as they entered the rather large elevator and began descending.

 

[spacepossum]

"Umm, no, I don't have any questions." The young girl said politely, following John into the elevator. "Name's Chrisobel, but call me Chris." She greeted him with a smile. Since she didn't have to move her wheelchair at the moment, she raised her arm to the man for a handshake after her introduction.

 

[Airagog]

John took her hand firmly and shook it as they arrived at the central floor. The room they arrived in was massive, roughly 1000 sq ft with amenities such as a track, a pool, several tvs, computer corner, and plenty of couches and other rests areas. "Welcome to where every embezzlement charge ends up. At least half of the cash from every embezzlement charge comes here. How do you think everyone gets away with it?" John says as he grabs a soda from a nearby vending machine. "Can't blame them either. Anything to make sure we do our job. By the way, we got a job already. Hope you're prepared to die." John says as he drinks his soda. "ahhh. Root beer. The good stuff too. "

 

[spacepossum]

Chrisobel makes a cute little laugh at his comment, still following him by wheelchair. "Ha, yeah, I'm ready." She responds, looking around. "This is a big place, huh?" She says as she gazes up at John.

 

[Airagog]

"Its what happens when governments actually agree with each other. Honestly I find that much harder to believe than the fact that we are killing the impossible. After all that's relatively simple, governments working together though? Dang. Anyway its nothin too bad, just a vampire. Could be a ton worse. Could be a class 9 demon. You don't want to see one of those. Anyway the hard part is the location. You want anything to eat by the way? Maybe a Martini? Drinking age doesn't apply to corpses."

 

[spacepossum]

"I'm good, but thanks for the offer." Chrisobel replies to John, surprised that the dead didn't care about what age you were to drink. She lets go of the wheels on her moving device to adjust her hairpins again, making the wheelchair move with her telekinesis. "So where do we go from here?" She asks, un-clipping the pins and moving them over in just the slightest and returning her hands back to the mechanical wheels.

 

[Airagog]

"Well first we find your room, get you unpacked and situated and when you get nice and comfortable we boot our asses over to NYC. Apparently a vamp has decided to take more than their due, so we're going in before the dumbass gets found out. "

 

[spacepossum]

Chrisobel used her mind powers to hand John a paper from a bag strapped to her chair. "There's my room number, and they already brought my stuff to my room. 'They' meaning the agents." The girl replied.


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[Airagog]

John nods as he takes the sheet and leads her to the barracks. He opens the blast door, revealing a multi-room apartment styled dorm that was complete with every modern amenity. "Here's your room. I'll give you an hour to unpack and get settled then we get on the jet and head to NYC."

 

[spacepossum]

"Alright, but I won't need an hour." Chrisobel says while she unpacks multiple items at once from her bag with her telekinesis.


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[Rukatin]

When Rukatin received his transfer notice the only thing that went through his head was 'About damn time'.


He'd been on standby for a month! Sure his contract meant he was still technically getting paid, but he joined the UN to kill monsters! It was just so boring sitting around. Sure it might sound great at first, but the novelty wears off after awhile.


Maybe he shouldn't have put that Shrink in the hospital after he read his own file. (and made some edits)


So here he was, at the address of the 'Suicide Squad'


"Who in Hell nicknames a group the 'Suicide Squad?'"

 

[Airagog]

John watched as she was putting her things away, "Lady has her mind on her work, nice. We'll go ahead and leave immediately then, pack clean underwear and a toothbrush." John said as he picked up his own bag which was delivered by UN personnel. "Alright let's go." He said as he lead them both out of the base and saw the new rookie as he patted his shoulder, as they passed, "Good news, you don't get to settle in, we're heading out." John said as he went to a four door silver Nissan 08 Altima, the most popular and non-descript car in America. John has personally been in a parking lot with 4 others just like it. "We're going to the Pheonix Airport, with us it should be an hour drive since speed limits aren't something we need to worry about. Let's go."

 

[Rukatin]

Rukatin blinks at two people obviously younger than him walk (or roll) out of the building in front of him. And when one of them starts ordering him around and then walks away, Rukatin whirls around and grabs him roughly by the shoulder. "What The Hell is going on here?! Who the Hell are you? And what the fuck is the 'Suicide Squad'?" He gestures angrily with his transfer forms in one hand.

 

[Airagog]

John would grab his arm, pull him forward, and put his knee into his shoulder blades, his arm raised high into the air. "In order, we're on a job to kill a few people. I'm John Crowley, your boss basically. The suicide squad is exactly what it sounds like, a place where you get assigned to take missions that are meant to kill you and that's just fine with people like me, you get used to it fast. Any more stupid questions or can we go?"

 

[Rukatin]

Rukatin woophs as he never even saw it coming. Now laying face first against the asphalt, duffle bag dropped and papers fluttering on the ground in the breeze, he wisely does not struggle under John's knee. his mind whirls as he processes the information he was just given. "...Yeah, I got a few." In a burst of strength, he throws the weight of John off him and rolls to the side and out of melee range, a knife appearing in his hands from somewhere on his person. "I was sent here under the impression I would be doing something for the good of the world and according to my contract, getting paid a hefty sum by killing the things that go bump in the night." Ruk narrows his eyes. "I can't very well get paid if I die now do I?"

 

[Airagog]

John smiles as he steps forward, almost too fast to track as he takes the knife and plunges it deep inside of himself, smiling all the while as his blood gushes out, "Now now, is death really that much of a setback? Or is it you're not a deadman? If so that's terrible news for you." He says, the knife deep inside his heart.

 

[Rukatin]

Rukatin recoils. "Holy F**k!" His eyes glance to the bloody knife in his hand to the wound in John's chest. "You...should be dead." The knife briefly becomes covered in black flames before it vanishes into the folds of his duster. "Deadman...Explain."

 

[Airagog]

John cracks his neck as his chest heals completely, "Sheesh kid, you really were left in the dark huh? Well good news, feel free to stab, shoot, do whatever the hell you want to me and the girl over there, we'll come back good as new since you're only hurting our bodies. Technically we're both walking corpses, been dead for a while, but what can you do eh?"