Deliverance

Name: Jasey Madison

Age: 19

Weight: 143

SecTor: Bullets

Appearance: Jase is a bad-ass in looks and personality. Her jet black hair is cut short in the back and gets longer into the front. She has big bright gray eyes and a small nose that usually has a ring in it. Both of her ears are pierced many times. She's short and is very curvy and does have a little bit of a belly but that doesn't stop the guys from thinking she's sexy.

History: Jase grew up in a family of hunters and with five older brothers, so she's never really been the girly girl type. She's an excellent marksman and she prides herself on it. Will finish the rest later.

Status: Bang

Ok, here we go.

Volcom Strain

Age:17

Weight:162

SecTor:Cyborg

Appearance: Short black, choppy hair. An overall handsome face with fair skin. ONe blue eye and the other surgically installed. It glows blue, but electrically. He is around 5 foot 11 inches. He has well toned muscle and very long arms. One of his hands is robotic. During surgery, his skeleton and muscle structure was tampered with, giving him unbreakable bones and muscles that almost never tire. It also give him abnormal strength.
A side effect of the surgery is that he randomly faints, and if he works to hard, he could die. The creators of the Deliverance squad made him to be the leader, which he doesn't want to be. He has a withdrawn personality, and random outgoingness.

History: He was born into an orphanage, where he was involuntarily signed up for the program to become a cyborg. He has been being created ever since. He has no memory of a childhood, so he has never learned life's lessons. Also, he is immature because of that.

Status: Explosive

Volcom

Volcom was silent, as the stealth flier jet started to hum and his fingers felt the vibrations. It made them tingle, and he heard murmurs from the others. He didn't really know how to act. He felt like a freak, like he was more robot then human. He relaxed his hands and noticed he had made imprints in the metal seat he was sitting on. He could tell it was a diverse crowd, most of them looked like they were of the street. But boss knew best.

His robot eye swiveled, and watched them. He didn't even fell the vibrations after the take off. Technology these days, it could do anything. And Volcom was a living example. Soon, they would parachute into the wasteland of Europe. He looked down at the floor and somebody walked over to him.

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Maria~~

I was late, oh so very late and the plane looked like it was taking off, without me! My mouth was a straight line and my large camping backpack moved back and forth against my body that was twice my size. The loading deck was pulling up and my body dove, making it right aboard the plane before the final, locking clicks of the hatch. The hovering crowd didn't take notice to the small British girl who dove through the hatch so I pulled my body up and dusted myself off. Looking up, I look for a smiling face but then focused in on what was shiny and electrical- and partially human.
My eyes lit up like a child might do at the old world's Christmas.

I attempted to compose myself, "So are you a new version of the the Titanium rank of cyborbs that have new blue prints and a completely wired circit bard with al the gizmos and gadgets of a fortified fighter plane plus computer plus iron? Because-"

I heard my inner voice saying that I was rambling but didn't care, he was so cool! They didn't let hoodlums work with the cyborg unit.

Name: Sergeant Riley, but goes by "Ghost"

Age: 24

Weight: 173 lbs.

SecTor: Ghost (obviously)

Appearance:

History: Grew up in a military family. He went into the army at eighteen, and after basic training was recruited into the Navy Seals. He then was hired at 21 to be an SAS. Now he was chosen for this mission. He is one of the best sneaks that the army has. He prefers to work alone, but he takes what he's given.

Status: umm... Shadow?

*Somewhere between the fire and the flame*


The shadow strode forward slowly in the dark room. The moon shown through a crystal window, send silver tendrils of light spinning across the room. The shadow quickly sat down and after a couple sticato clicks, it let out a sigh. Two pale eyes fluttered and closed. A white screen lit up the figures face, revealing a pale, smooth face. Two words blinked rapidly on the screen. They're landing

Mikael

Having finished cleaning my rifle, i began strutting around the tiny shack that the Bullets were currently calling home base. After what seemed liked an eternity Jesse finally came back.
"Hey Jasey," i smiled, now more at ease. As bad ass as she seemed Jasey was a nice person when she wasn't blowing people to peices with a machine gun.
"Mikael," She sat down at the only desk and began cleaning her rifle. I could see why all the guys liked her. She was attractive in a very obvious way. Still we had to work toghether, and as much as i may have wanted to, it didnt seem like a good idea to jepordise our work relationship. Especially as we handle firearms for a living.

Volcom

i looked up, and saw a girl standing in front of me. My eye focused in, and immediately told me that her heartbeat was slightly elevated, but still around 56 beats per minute. She rambled on about something that i didn't hear because somebody roared with laughter. She looked at me expectantly and excitedly.
"What'd you say?" i asked lowly. Here smile faded a little.
"Um, what type of Cyborg are yo7u. I was never allowed to work with cyborgs, they thought i would destroy them or mess something up, i came off the street you know-" she began, and I held up my hand to stop her-my human hand.
"Woah, slow down-." i interrupted. "I'm model 11-36-A. You've probably never heard of me, i was kept secret." I flexed my metal hand to show her.
"My name's Volcom, what's yours?"

Riley~~

I looked at all the others that had gathered around for the operation. Two cyborgs, and a bunch of kids off the streets. Pathetic.

I slid the slide shut on the rifle with a click that startled the people sitting next to me.

"If that startles you, I don't know what's gonna happen when you see someone's brains all over the wall." I stood up and slipped into the back armory, taking my allotted amount of clips and taping them together in two's, to cut down reloading time. I was using an XM-8, a model that had been discontinued, but had been brought back up on a special request. The barrel had been modified to fire the new standard round for Europe, so I would never run out, and it was equipped with a silencer, making the small submachine gun like weapon function at the efficiency of a sniper. Just the way I liked it; quiet and deadly.

The rest of my equipment was also different from everyone else. I had a 'Dragon Skin' vest, some new polymer that was supposed to be able to withstand a grenade and be lighter than the standard vest, but it too was modified. It was covered with a hard plastic shell that made it conform more to my body and allow me to blend in more. All of my other equipment was just as tailored, but if you wanted to live you got the best equipment there was. I got dressed and pulled my mask over my face as I stepping into the back room with the Bullets. At least they were professional.

"How's it going back here?"

Ellis, Berserkers

Hearing the click of a rifle slide sliding into place, Ellis gave a tiny, involuntary jerk. It was essentially preconditioned, the reaction being to throw himself to the side to avoid a stream of bullets. In his former life, he had not once heard the sound of a gun being fired in his support.

His eyes followed Riley as he wandered back into the Bullets' 'area'. He snorted to himself briefly. "Brains on the wall." He scoffed, "See how he enjoys watching me skin someone bare..."

He checked the knives he kept on him, quickly and only somewhat noticeably. There were only two obvious ones - a bowie knife in a sheath attached to his belt, and the thirty-centimetre tanto short sword on his back - something Deliverance had trained him to use. Everything else, from his thin, sharp stilettos to his weighted throwing knives, was hidden on his person. A pat down would find most of them, but not a cursory glance.

Ellis glanced around the area at the others, a more motley collection than those the high-and-mighty Riley had decided to associate with. He gave them all a wide grin. "So, who's ready to stomp all over these so-called 'super soliders'?"

we are on the plane right? Maybe say something, because i got confused on where you guys were.

also, are there two cyborgs?

Phelix

I looked at her expectantly, than somebody brushed her aside.

*so somebody has a place to start*