deepstryker

deepstryker @ 2009-03-03T03:44:00

2009-03-03T09:03:27Z

OK, so its been a while, but my love, my life, my muse is at it again. So, I had to add my two cents to the current ongoing story.

Fandom: City of Villains
Characters: Deepstryker, Harrly
Word Count: 972
Warnings: None really, just one little slip

I continue from Shewolfe's story here
The Date

By the time he hit the ground below his apartment, the unused office that he “borrowed” from Aeon Corp, his stealth field was active. His legs absorbed the impact of the thousand foot fall with barely a hydraulic hiss.

On the ground, he slipped into an alley and, behind a dumpster, activated the “Golden Bus Stop” that had been loaned to him by the Menders in Ouroboros. It was supposed to be used only by the Menders' agents on missions to repair the time stream, but he figured that he had done enough for the time wardens that they would not mind.

“Besides,” he thought with a wry chuckle, “I'll just backtrack a few minutes and it will be all good. They can't protest if I use it that way.”

He emerged from the time portal into the disturbingly bright light of the Menders' pocket universe and turned quickly to reset the portal to take him back a few minutes.

In Nerva, he activated the tracking devise in the phone that he had given to Harrly. It was one of only three that he had given to his friends that had the number to his apartment. That girl had an uncanny knack for getting lost. It was virtually impossible to find her if she didn't want to be found. As it was, the blip on his heads-up display flickered and was hard to lock down. Damn, she must really be upset.

It was raining. One of those freaky torrential things. Good. Stryker loved the rain. Rain is a stalker's friend. It hides the sounds of movement and it keeps guards' heads down. Sentries are just less aware of what is going on around them when they are focused on their own misery.

Stryker tracked Harrly's phone out into the sea. Damn, girl. What are you doing way out here?

He found her on a jut of rock huddled under a tree. She was soaked to the bone by the rain. The red silk of her blouse clung to her like the spandex of her usual working outfit. Her hair hung in limp wet ropes across her face. Her feet were bare, bloody, and muddy. She was sobbing into her hands. As he approached her, he heard her sobbing intensify and her shoulders shook with renewed vigor.

Stay where you are, Harrly. I'm coming. He heard his own voice coming from the phone's speaker as he reached out to touch her shoulder.

The instant that he touched her, she spun into his arms, pressing her face into his chest and bawling.

“Harrly? Are you OK? Are you hurt? Are you injured?” Unsure of what he was supposed to do with a shivering, sobbing, slip of a soaked little stalker, Stryker wrapped his arms around her. Not seeing any apparent injuries, he started to rub the girl across the shoulders and back to warm her up. After a few moments the sobbing eased.

“Oh, Stryker! It...it... was supposed to be per...perfect,” she cried into his shoulder.

“What...?”

“And...and he is SO perfect!” Another sob.

Who's perfect? What is she going on about?

“I...I...mea...mean, I...I know i...it was only coffeeeee....

OK. Someone was going to take her out to coffee. Check. Not a mission. Not a job gone bad. Check. Wait. Coffee? Coffee! Some idiot was going to feed Harrly coffee?

“It...it was going to be so perfect. But it was hor...horrible! H...he was there in the sh...shop. And he was smiling. Smiling at m...me! A..and he w...wanted to be w...with me!

A date? Could someone have been taking her out? That's what this is about?

“B...but then I...it h...happened. And I ran. I couldn't stay there. Not any more. Not after what happened. It was terrible. And I couldn't look at him.”

But something went wrong.

“I didn't want to see the look on his face. And my clothes. The nice clothes that Hacker helped me pick. And all the work that her Bot did on my face and hair. Ruined. All of it ruined. It was so horrid and terrible and horrendous.

Someone did something to ruin her date? Who? And what?

“But it was supposed to be perfect. But it wasn't. Not anymore. I couldn't stay there. So, I ran. And I ran. And I came out here. I couldn't be near him. And I called you. And you came.......”

“OK, ok. Calm down. Let's get you home, dried and changed.” He interrupted.

“B..but I c...can't g...go back!” The sobs threatened to start again.”HE's there. I can't see him. Not now!”

Who's there?...Hold on. A date. Someone perfect. Something went wrong. And he was smiling about it. That little SOB. After all this time, he couldn't take it anymore, and he did it. He actually did it.

“Hold on. Don't worry. Let me get you home and I'll take care of it.” Stryker activated yet another portal device, and with a half-step, pulled Harrly through into the team's hidden base.

Within minutes, he had the girl wrapped up in a huge terry cloth robe and settled into her bed. He locked her door behind him as he left.

Stryker stalked his way through the base. He had to think about this. One on one, the guy was no match for him. There weren't very many who were. But he always had all of those punks with him, and they could take him down with numbers. Besides, Darkfire frowned heavily on violence in the base.

I left the end open so that Laridian, if she wishes, can pick up with the actual encounter/face-off

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2008-08-06T13:35:28Z

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

2008-05-23T07:44:27Z

To gotaluvsims:

Happy birthday to you,
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Drabble

2008-01-17T05:31:28Z

Shewolfe is doing a drabble group thing. The group has split up a list of fifty words meant to inspire short fictions. The fiftieth word is a kind of a freebie. I thought that I might try a little participation of my own.

This occurs around the time of Shewolfe's Coffee drabble

The bittersweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the Black Sunday rec-room. In spite of the overlay of sugar, milk and way too much whipped cream, it caught Deepstryker's attention. He looked up from the chess board and made a quick tactical decision.

'Stryker tipped his king and started to get up from the table.

"But...You were winning...!?" His opponent, KageNoKami, studied the board in confusion.

"Yeah...well...We need to get out of here. Now. Trust me. We want to have been gone in about thirty seconds."

The Shimmer and the Shadowe left the rec-room to seek out other mischief.

Behind them they could hear the slightly off key duet.

"I feel pretty, oh, so pretty..."

Questions about Aliens

2007-12-30T19:53:22Z

You know, with AVP-R coming out this holiday season, a question has arisen in my off-line circle of friends.* We know from cinematic documentation that the life cycle of the bug-like Alien goes some thing like this: Queen->Egg->Facehugger->Chestburster->Adult warrior/worker.

We also know that genetic diversity/adaptation to evironment comes from the local, Chestburster's host, so sexual reproduction is almost irrelevant(we won't go into how the Queen adapts to local environment)

But does anyone know how the chestburster gets to adult. Is it an insect-like larva to adult growth phase? If so where are all of the discarded exo-skeletons? Does the growing Alien 'bleed' or 'ooze' during the molting process? Where are the acid pits when they do? Why don't humans catch them while they are soft and gushy and kill them? Or do they just grow up with an expanding exoskeleton(in violation of everything we know about exoskeletal species)?

But the number one question on our minds is: What do Aliens eat?

We've never seen them eat anything, but where does the energy for growth and reprodution come from?

Does anyone have any answers or ideas?

* (OK, OK, OK, I don't have any friends. My wife and I were watching AVP on television when she looked at me and asked "What do Aliens eat?" I was completely stumped.)

First post in a looooong time...

2007-11-20T00:13:38Z

It has been a long time since last I posted. This pesky thing called work and sleep has been taking up a lot of my time. Writing, as much as I may love it, has had to wait. It does not help that I am a XXty-something for whom typing(oops, keyboarding) is not second nature. So writing is usually done long hand and then transcribed to the journal later(muuuuch later). Even the writing that I do get down is done in 2 to 3 sentence bursts on a note pad pulled from a back pocket while running from one end of the plant to the other.

Promise to self: sit yer #$$ down and write more often.

Hopefully the holidays will provide ample opportunity to get caught up.

Here is a first installment. For the CoXer's in the group, you may recognize the affliction known as Altitis. Here is a quicky backgrounder on one of my many alts from one of the other(not Triumph) servers.

As always, looking for feedback on the effectiveness of the storytelling:

Little Laurie Copeckne started off just like any other little girl from a fairly well off family. She was always dressed in the finest clothes that a proper young lady could want. She could have any of the toys that she could want and had most of them. Her favorites were always Winnie the Pooh and his friends, Kanga, Roo, Rabbit, Tigger, and Eeyore.

Like any other spoiled child she could throw temper tantrums with the best. One day she really let one rip. Daddy got really mad and had the maid take all of her toys away. Laurie did not care very much until Lucia got to Pooh and the others. She begged and begged, but Lucia took them away anyway.

Laurie was angry and refused to eat dinner. She was sent to bed hungry and with no toys to play with. She cried with anger and frustration until she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she woke up to the sounds of movement in her room. She got out of bed, clicked on the light, and lookie, lookie there was her friend Kanga shambling around in her room. Kanga was soon joined by Roo and Rabbit. They all started having such fun.

Lucia heard Laurie from the hallway, knocked on the door and asked, "Little Miss, who are you talking to?"

Knowing that Daddy would get angry if he knew, she replied, "No one..."

"Well... Your Papa says it is time for you to sleep. Go lie down now, Mija."

Pouting, Laurie lay down in bed. Pulling the covers up over her, she looked at Kanga, Roo, and Rabbit and told them, "I wish Daddy would just go away and let us play."

As she closed her eyes, she could hear her friends shuffle through the bedroom door.

Eyes closed, she heard Lucia's surprised gasp, then a choking gurgle.

As sleep overcame her, she could hear Mommy's and Daddy's screams.

BTW: There are no featured characters or backgrounds (Though depending on response, she may become one)
Word count is in the low to mid hundreds, and
Warnings:None really (Though I am hoping to cause some slight measure of discomfort)

A Quiet Evening at Home

2007-06-30T21:15:49Z

Fandom: City of Villains
Characters: Deepstryker, KageNoKami, Krymson Fist (and a couple of others)
Word Count: 312 or so
Warnings: None really.

This was originally written and posted in response to a fic posted by Iceraptoress which can be found here.
Just a minor example of what I was referring to as the whole interactive storytelling thing. (And wanted to get it into my own journal)

It was late on a Saturday night. Most of the members of Black Sunday were out doing their own thing: meeting contacts, buying supplies, finishing legwork in preparation for Sunday's official meeting.

Of the three hanging out around the checker/chess table in the rec room, KageNoKami and Krymson Fist were as ready as they could be and killing time with a game of checkers(about as complicated a game as Fist could handle). Deepstyker watched from the shadows, waiting until it was late enough for him to start his job for the night.

The new base's main transporter whined. Stryker alertly looked up to see who was coming in. The recent raid on the old base had him feeling both guilty for not being there at the time and nervous for a rematch.

He relaxed when he saw that it was just two of the super villain group's youngest members. The two came in slightly out of breath and sweating, which worried him for a second, but then he noticed how they beamed at one another as they held hands. Looking up, the teenagers saw the 'adults' in the rec room. They quickly let go of each other's hands and, stifling a fit of giggling, ran back towards he kitchen.

"Hmmph, It's about time those two got started.", the veteran stalker commented.

"Indeed" ,replied the incarnation of Shadowe.

The brute looked up from the checker board, and looked back and forth from one to the other of his friend's faces.

"Huh? What?"

deepstryker @ 2007-06-30T06:16:00

2007-06-30T10:15:37Z

Here is a rant that I started some time ago. My thoughts kind of wandered a bit. I apologize if it is too long or incoherent.

My grandfather owned a bar in a small coal mining town. Nights and weekends the miners and and locals would come in to drink, dance, watch the games and spend time together. It was an adult social interaction that got them away from the house and the kids for a little while. My parents go out to visit with church friends and play bridge. The game rotates and everyone gets a turn at hosting.

I grew up during the age of paper and pencil role playing games. As a child, it was about the adventure and the chance to be the hero. My brothers and I would put together classic dungeon crawls and see how powerful we could make ourselves. As we got older, my brothers and friends outgrew the games and moved on. I grew with the games and moved the adventures from the realm of wargaming into the realm of storytelling. The games became less about how big and bad I could make my character and how big and bad a baddie I could fight, and became more about what issues a character could overcome.

The story became the central focus of the night. I found a few friends who shared my feelings and the RPG became the preferred adult social interaction of my circle of friends. We did not go to the bar for drinks nor did we get together for cards. We felt like we were going back to the days when the tribe gathered around the fire and was entertained by the storyteller/bard/troubador. Only for us, the stories were interactive. One person started the tale and the rest of us worked together to develope the plot. Many times the stories went in directions that the original storyteller never thought it would go.

In the meantime, technology has taken the wargaming RPG to new levels. Players use computers to create characters with lots of stats and power and beautiful looks and lots of graphics. Then use the computers to interact with other players using their computers for the same thing. The MMORPG(Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) has been born and has stolen the market and the younger, more tech savvy players. The problem IMHO is that story content for most players has been reduced to that which is provided by the game developers. I have met very few players who spend any time actually talking/chatting about stories in game. Mostly, it is all technical/tactical chat.

I miss the interactive nature of storytelling.

Now, I will be the first to admit that my typing skills are not up to keeping up with both roll-playing(as in dice/random number generators) and role-playing at the same time, but there is at least one group of players that I have been with regularly lately that makes an effort(and patiently puts up with my shortcomings).

The other thing that makes me fond of my gaming group is that, in addition to some in-character chatter while we play, we also have several players that also write stories about the characters. While there is one writer in particular that forms the core of the storyline involved, the rest of us can also write our fictions that interweave with the main story. Everyone, I would hope, that is interested can post a fiction about their characters, which in turn inspires others to post their stories.

Anyway, this has become less of a rant and more of a ramble. Allow me to summarize by saying that while I feel that in some ways the internet, technology, computers and MMORPG's have stifled storytelling in favor of graphics and easy play, I still enjoy playing and have 'met' some interesting new friends. People that I would never have met without technology and the internet because they live too far away . I hope that we can continue to have fun both in game and tossing stories/ideas around.

deepstryker @ 2007-05-23T15:55:00

2007-05-23T20:01:15Z

I got a story in the works, promise. It will be set between Surprise! and Do We Haveta?. Also got a rant in the back of my head that is aching to get out. But work and sleep have been taking up all of my free non-CoV time.

A Dirty Job

2007-05-06T17:41:18Z

Fandom:CoV
Word Count:540
Characters:Deepstryker, Harrlequin "Harrly" Rogue, Darkfire("Honorable" mention), Pretty Hate Machine(mention)
Warnings:Mild Language(cleaned up for general audiences)
Prompt/Request:None
Timing:Occurs slightly before the events related in Surprise!

"God! Damn! Lousy! Mother Fu...! Son of a Bi...!

BLAM!!

The heavy, commercial kitchen saucepan hit the countertop hard. It sloshed leftover sauce from this evening's dinner over the edge of the pan.

"I told you, I have a job planned for tonight!"

SLAM!!

A frying pan followed the saucepan onto the the counter with enough force to send the dregs of the stirfry spraying onto the wall.

"Too bad. We all have... work...to do. It's your turn," Deepstryker sneered in a high-pitched, nasally effeminate, mocking tone.

"GRRR..." He growled as he stuck his hands into the greasy water to fish a stack of dishes out of the sink. He piled them next to the pots and pans.

"Why can't Cookie do this? It's his mess."

"Because it's not in his contract to do cleanup. If he did, we'd have to pay him more. Besides, I've known him a long time. He may be a decent cook, but he can't clean worth a darn. We'd have to clean up after him anyway." The mocking tone continued as Stryker recalled both sides of the arguement.

Deepstryker's hands went back into the disgusting sink water again, searching for the last of the dirty utensils. He found one. Unfortunately, it was one of the cook's butcher knives. He found it by the irritating method of slicing his hand open to the bone.

"Great, now I'll have to detox everything, too." The neuromuscular toxin that was injected into the stalker's enemies, via the the spines in his wrists, was produced, stored and carried in his bloodstream.

He had been merely annoyed. Now, he was truly pissed.

"ARRRGH!!:

The offending utensil was snatched, dripping from the greasy, filthy water, and flung blindly over his shoulder with great enthusiasm.

"Hey, Keddie! You want some he...YIPE!" Deepstryker's protege, Harrlequin Rogue, looked cross-eyed at the butcher knife which had embedded itself in the kitchen wall and quivered mere centimeters from the tip of her pert little nose.

The petite, blonde stalker choked back a startled sob, pushed out her aura, and disappeared from sight. Stryker could barely hear her soft running footsteps as she retreated, quickly.

Stryker leaned on the edge of the kitchen sink, looking at his damaged hand. The blood flowed freely into the sink as it drained, a swirling mixture of bright red and iridescent oily green. He watched as the invisible auto-docs closed the wound and the bleeding stopped.

"Damn it," he whispered, "I'm sorry, Harrly."

He reached under the counter for the spray bottle that Pretty Hate Machine had prepared for him. He sprayed the sides, edges, and bottom of the sink. The oily greenness in the sink slowly disappeared, leaving only greasy, soapy water and red blood, as PHM's nanites attacked and deactivated the toxic nanites from Deepstryker's blood.

He pushed deliberately away from the sink and turned slowly. He removed a round gem-like device from the the chest of his tactical harness. Making a few adjustments to the settings on the back of the crystal, he placed it on the counter with the pile of filthy dishes.

"Frell it. I'm out of here. I gotta go hurt someone that deserves it."

As he left the kitchen, he activated the stealth field, hiding the mess.

deepstryker @ 2007-05-04T01:17:00

2007-05-04T05:19:53Z

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Happy Birthday

2007-05-02T17:14:06Z

Yesterday was my birthday and I spent it with Shewolfe. If I owe people responses and posts, they will come, soon.

Between birthday fun, the new CoH invention system, and trying to catch heroes up to the rest of the Group, there wasn't much time for LJ, sorry.

Now, I have to hurry off to work. Be back soon, promise.

Watch your Mouth!

2007-04-29T23:35:12Z

Ok, here's just the first one that is finished.

Fandom: CoV
Word Count:284
Characters:Simaster, Komei and Thugs, Deepstryker, Harlequin Rogue
Warning:Language(let me know if I need to tone it down, or up)
Prompt/Request:none

BTW this takes place immediately after No Freeks, No Geekswhich in addition to being a great read, is essential to the set up for this one.

The blonde ponytail bounced across the midway, dragging her new 'boyfriend' reluctantly across the carnival.

"Yo, Komei!" As Simaster relaxed his controls on his gang, they reverted to their usual street mentalities, "Who's the new blonde? The boss' new ho? She's phat! Damn! I wouldn't mind tappin' that bi...!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Komei spat out the words. He actually got them out this time. His reactions were improving. Hands that could easily break necks flew toward the young punk's face. The boys eyes opened wide in surprise. Komei's thick, heavy hand covered his mouth and half of his face, as Komei held him by the back of the head with the other hand, holding him tight and dragging him in a quick circle.

The enforcer was fast. He knew it. And getting faster every day. He gagged the young gangsta as fast as he could and looked around. He hoped that this time he was fast enough.

The young man in his hands sighed and slumped. As he became dead weight, Komei had to let him go or be dragged to the ground. He looked into the face of the boy and saw it. Between the middle- and fore-fingers of his left hand and straight through the boy's right pupil was a narrow splinter, like a needle, pumping poison into his brain.

Komei sighed and straightened up, squaring his shoulders. At least it was quick this time, and there was no screaming. Deepstryker must be in a good mood.

"Yo, Boss!" He shouted after the leather clad back of the gang's leader. "Boss! Yer gonna have to talk to these kids, again. 'Stryker's gone and killed another one 'cause they can't shut the hell up!"

I will do my best to be open minded about comments and not defensive. I want to get better. I am particularly looking for remarks on confusion, reference, and background. I don't want people to be getting lost if I can help it. Grammar, spelling and mechanics will improve with practice of course.

Intro to Deepstryker,Part 2

2007-04-29T20:06:18Z

I thought about answering this in thread, but Laridian made some points that I don't want to get lost.

First, I apologize for the 'Screw it'. It was not meant in any way to indicate a lack of interest or devotion on my part. This is the first time that I have ever submitted any part of my imagination for public consumption, criticism, and ridicule. I have shared with my wife and with a very few close friends, that is all. Usually in a shared storytelling(i.e. true roleplaying) setting. I have read a number of fictions that have been posted on the internet and enjoyed them very much. I am tired of being a parasite in this medium and want to develope a more symbiotic relationship with the community. As such, I agonized over that first post for almost a week trying to 'make it perfect'. That is just part of me, I guess. Ask Wolf, she'll tell ya. Anyway, 'Screw it" was meant for me to quit putting it off and put things out there. Sorry.

Now for the points that Laridian raised.

1. I was warned against tying too many game systems together into a single character. Kederren started his existence a Racial Dwarf from any of the fantasy RPG systems. As such he does not 'suffer' from dwarfism per se. He is within the height and weight norms of his race. I could go cheap and easy and leave it at that, since CoX is a fantasy/SciFi setting that includes many optional origins, including a magical transport from a fantasy AU. But that would feel like cheating.

Kederren's family is a multi-generational family of privilege and old money. They have also been on the shorter end of the bell curve. The men of the family have rarely been attracted to women who are taller than them(male ego). The family has had a trend to 'breeding' itself smaller. As a child, Kederren/Deepstryker was always one of those kids who had to rock up on his toes a little to ride on the rides. When applying for military service he was a couple of inches under the minimum standard. (The rest of this may be a bit of a spoiler for the character's story, but...) Even though Father did not 'approve' of Kederren's choice and they argued about it to the point that Ked stormed out, Father still believed in supporting his son in what he wanted to do. Basically, Father pulled some strings to get the standard changed to allow his some to pursue his goals. Ked never knew and did not understand the resentment that some of his fellows had toward him. He always worked hard and was good at what he did. The resentment always went away as he proved his ability. The last few inches of height was lost in the cybernetics, as Crey(oops, spoiler) was able to pack power and speed into a more compact size that bone and muscle could handle.

2. IIRC the Greek period was called City-states. I am trying to refer to the more modern era of Nationalism that arose as the Monarchies went away. It was a non-specific attempt to tie into the CoX histories that appear to spin off somewhere around the 30's/40's. I have not yet found and read all of them.

3. Yes, he is generally a loner and 'difficult' to get along with. Most people start off putting up with him because he is a good fighter and tactician. The rest grows from there. It is all part of his Heroic(or Anti-Heroic, in this case) journey.

4.I have not taken any formal writing courses, so this is the best that I can determine the story outline of this character.

A. Ked considers himself a 'dead man walking'. He should have died when the rest of his unit and friends died(Survivor Guilt)

B. He and his unit were betrayed from within by a 'friend'(Distrust issues)

C. He lives now to avenge himself on his betrayer, and to do that he must find him and aquire skill and power.(Heroic Adventure)

D. He belives that he disappointed, lost the love of, and is separated from his Father.

E. During the course of the Heroic Adventure he is forced to deal with the other issues in his life(Heroic Journey) and reenter life as a complete human being.

It is an ongoing story that has been built over many years, playing many games and game sessions. And will be written, probably severely out of order in fanfic, ficlets, and short stories.

Intro to Deepstryker

2007-04-23T00:00:43Z

In deference to Michael Moorcock (for those who know the name and talent) Kederren Myklsohn is my Eternal Avatar.

He, or a version of him, has been my main character in pretty much every game that I have played from AD&D to LARP to most computer RPG's for the last 15 years.

He is probably highly cliched, but he is what he is. As I've read and watched movies and TV over the last 20 years I've learned/noticed that there are very few truly unique characters in fiction. Most are a recombination of interesting elements in situations that are also recombinations of interesting cliches. But they are fun to read anyway.

I am posting this character outline here as Deepstryker from the City of Villians.

This outline is intended to let others know who and what he is for the purposes of their own fanfic and for roleplay.

I am planning to start posting my own fanfic involving him and others of my... and his... friends, allies, comrades, and enemies.

I am looking for comments and suggestions to make him and my poor attempts at writing better.

Physical
Male
Short: 4' 6"
Stocky: in the range of 250 pounds all chest and muscle (Think AD&D/Fantasy dwarf)
Dark brown skin
Jet black hair(shaved initially, then allowed to grow uncut to mark a vow of vengeance)
Eyes and legs, from the waist down, are cybernetically replaced(For the adults in the audience,those are included)
He is as strong, agile, and fit.

Professional/Skill set
In CoV, Deepstryker is a Stalker.
He's a sneaker and a fighter, and he is very, very, ...very good at it.

Psychological
He is a killer. He doesn't necessarily like it much. It's just that he is good at it. He found his talent and followed it.

He is Jaded. He is NOT Emo. Emo is for kids who think they know, but have no experience. He has seen a lot of what people can do to each other first hand and that the universe/god does not care so why should he.

He is a defender of Innocence. Not The Innocent, but that part of others that looks at the universe in awe and wonder. That part of himself that was destroyed a long time ago. (That is his attraction to Harrly)

He admires and respects skill and professionalism.

He does not trust quickly or easily.

He will follow through to the end on anything he has promised or decided to do. He can become obsessive(focused on a single task to the exclusion of others). He is not unaware of what is going on around him, he ignores it until he is done, unless it forces itself on him.

He suffers from survivor's guilt, has an overdeveloped sense of vengeance/justice, and will not leave a fallen comrade.

Technical
Deepstryker is of Technology origin and so has been transformed into a cyborg(i. e. six million dollar man [oops...there I go, dating myself again])

He is a Jumper, powered by artificial legs.
His Reflexes are electronically accelerated and his eyes have been replaced to give him a wider perceptual range.

His main weapons are retractable Spines that run the length of his forearms. Like a viper's fangs, they inject small amounts of his blood into his victims.
Nanites in his blood travel to the neuro-muscular interfaces of his victims where they destroy the neuro transmitters that signal muscular contractions. This causes excruciating pain and disrupts their coordination, slowing and eventually killing them.
He is not immune to his own toxic nanites. He has nanite autodocs which increase his natural healing abilities and counter the toxins.
His competing nanites means he is always on the verge of excruciating pain. Alcohol and other depressants inhibit the autodocs but not the toxins.

In addition to his trained skills at hiding a sneaking, he is equipped with a Stealth field. It bends light around him creating a 'Predator-like' invisibility. It also uses sound suppression technologies to create a noise canceling field around him. A side effect of this field is that the ultrasonics cause an irritating 'buzzing' in the inner ear and lower jaw.

History
In the days when nation-states still had meaning, a young man had an argument with his robber-baron father over privilege and obligation. The young man felt that the life that his father provided for him did not exempt him from caring for and protecting the less fortunate. He left home and joined his country's military against his father's wishes.

There, he learned that he had some talents as a scout. He worked his way through the elite training programs of the army and became a long range recon scout. He worked in small units deep into enemy territory to collect information and to target objectives.

On one such mission, during an 'undeclared state of aggression', his unit was discovered and attacked. Everyone was killed except for him. He was captured. During his interrogation and torture he was told that he was not the only survivor. His unit had been betrayed by a member of the unit that had been allowed to escape. He never betrayed his country, unit or people and payed dearly for it with blood and pain.

When the Rikti invaded, he was still in prison. A new high-tech weapons company was inventing ways to fight the alien invaders, but they needed 'volunteers'. They bought the man from his captors. He was now physically wrecked. The company rebuilt him with their new technologies and sent him out to fight the Rikti.

On his last mission, he took a severe blow to the head which knocked out his radio and telemetry transmitter. The company thinks he is dead. The wound also took most of the memories of the last few years in the company and of the Rikti. His autodocs eventually repaired his body.

Now he lives only to avenge himself and his comrades on the one who betrayed them, his ex-best friend.

Relationships
Screw it, I'm tired of sitting on this. I'll just have to post them later or fic them out.

Hey, its a cheap and easy entry. I don't have to do the writing

2006-11-25T18:25:31Z

You are a
Social Liberal
(66% permissive)

and an...
Economic Conservative
(61% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Libertarian

You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness. loc: (62, 43)
modscore: (37, 40)
raw: (3437)

Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Apologies

2006-08-17T08:00:55Z

My apologies to anyone who may have been hoping for some entertaining and thought provoking insights. They have not exactly been forthcoming. It is my intent to use this journal/log to put to virtual paper my feeble attempts at fiction and to rant on subjects evoked by the people and places that pass through my sphere of influence. It would be nice if this were to become a widening of that sphere, but I fully understand that this exercise may turn out to be nothing more than a form of mental masturbation. So be it. Enjoy.

Ganked from Laridian

2006-07-14T18:30:15Z

If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweasel

Your first name:

How you gained your rule:

Your title is:

The High Grand Poobah

Your symbol is:

the tiger, for that cool stripey don't-mess-with-me-ness

You rule from:

a floating castle - ABOVE A VOLCANO!!

At your side is:

the band who plays your theme song

Your enforcers, troops, and guards are all:

archers with mad skillz

Your most popular law is:

"Whack Your Boss With A Dead Fish" Day

Your least popular law is:

Banning of people over six foot two

Your worst enemy is:

that last step down from the throne - it's steep!

Your popularity rating is:: 39%

Your chance of being overthrown is:: 8%

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