Ghost squad

Khistopher

Alarm bells and yelling. Well that is never ever a good combination. Luckily she hadn't been sleeping so much as 'staying up way later then she should be reading.' So when the chaos begins, she's fully dressed, if not fully prepared. She grabs her weapon and is already taking slow, deep breaths as she steps out into the hall, mentally preparing herself for a fight.

The hall isn't teaming, exactly, but there are people making their way rapidly towards the area of attack. She falls in with the flow, one of the youngest people there but certainly not the least experienced. A couple of new faces greet her, confused and frightened in the hub-bub....new recruits to the team. She offers reassuring smiles and directs them where to go, usually touching a hand to their shoulder or back as they race away.

Then she's front and center before the chamber, and takes another deep breath as two men before her shove open the doors, feeling the familiar tingle of her magic flowing right out of her core and into her weapon. She brings it up with an easy heft, both hands locked around the hilt as it begins to glimmer brilliant pink.

Oh yes, my friends. Pink. And she likes it that way. No one else she knows has neon pink magic, and she's always felt it suited her. Pink in general does; a color that can be brash and vibrant, and yet soft and subtle, depending on the hue.

She jerks her mind from the color of her magic and forces herself to focus on the battle scene before her.

Vampires, Squad members, and Saul in his underwear, oh my!

She giggles helplessly, blushing as pink as her magic. "Never took you for a hearts man." She coos across the battle zone, before letting out a tiny scream as a vampire is on her. She pushes both hands- and the sword- out from her chest, and a pink barrier lifts in front of her. Her attacker bounces off harmlessly, and she then reverses her grip on the weapon.

"Sorry." She apologizes softly, and plunges the weapon down, through the vampire's chest. It evaporates, and she straightens, her attention back on the battle. And away from Saul and his brightly colored boxers.

Melanctha~

I was running as fast as I could, I was always late to the important battles. As I entered the room I couldn't help but giggle at Saul. Most people would of at least pulled on pants but not Saul. I dodged to the side as an angry vampire tried to attack me. Forcing some of my magic into a ball I shot it at him. I always loved when they disappear. In the poof of smoke, they may be evil but they know how to make a exit.

It seemed like there was an endless amount of vampires. Every time you kill one two would appear. I would be able to make out some of the other Ghost squad members now and then. Some how I ended up beside Saul, right as I took one vampire out another jumped on me from behind.

Sending me face first into the ground, my arms where trapped under my body. I felt a crushing weight on top of me. Then it was gone. . .I rolled over and jumped on my feet. To look up to see Saul throwing the vampire across the room. He looked down at me and grin, he kind of looked scary. "You just going to stand there of fight?" he chuckled as he took out another vampire.

I spun around and started to fight my way to the control room where most of the vampires seemed to be.

OK. Thanks.
Ill write my character later.

Bones

I conjured a ball of purple magic an flung it at the vampires they broke apart into dust andIfired one last blob of magic at a vampire standing in the hall. He flew back and crached into the wall and a crack ran up above him.

"nice pants" I joked to Saul who was across the room. I heard the cocking of guns and turned to see some vampire soildiers holding her advanced bus that were obvisouley stolen. They pointed them at me and I smiled.

"go ahead" I said and they emptied their rounds into me. When they were done I closed my eyes and waited for the droping sound as my body puched the bullets out. Healing that was my true power I was an anomy as Ghost had put it. Ghost had helped make the Ghost squad sixty years ago. Thinking of Ghost brought back memorys of the old crew. The Old Old crew the ones that had started it. Their had been Sky be could fly and couldn't be killed by anything it busted bounced off him sadly that didn't stop him ageging. Pyro she hadn't been an actual wizard but she had compleate control over the element of fire and her sister Ice well it wasn't hard to guess what she could control. Of cource their had been Wolfie his nickname, he had been a werewolf but after being shot by a silver bullet and faliing into a tub of holy water he became able to always change into a wolf when ever he wanted. Since he was a werewolf he didn't age but he had married Pyro and when she died well be lost his way. In the end he had asked Ghost his best friend to put a bullet through his head. Ghost did. Oh god I even remebered Sally, poor sally she had been so very beutiful she had been up until she died, she was a witch a very powerful with her havoc coulour gold, shortly after I joined her legs had beenncruched and she was reduced to being the operator back in base. Still Sky loved her though and they got married anyway. Sadly when those robots had attacked and we were seals inside with them while we were off fighting spider like robots got to her and well she wasn't preety anymore they must of cut ever inch of her so that she was covers in Nast deep cuts. Sky had found her first and we saw himnfind her. We saw him reach for the only gun thatcould kill him. I had watched frozen as Ghost went to stop him, Ghost arrived a second too late. People had said that Ghost was from Heaven sent by god to make up for his sins. Ghost had been a very evil werewolf Ghost was a lot older than me as well about 15000. Ghost couldn't die like me. I only believed he was from god on the last day we met when he disaperred onfront of me in a golden Haze his last words had been.

"he's got plans for you" I had pondered the line for the past tweenty years. Ice had left a few years later after she got the new recruits all ready for it. The recruits like Alex father and Saul who had been but a boy then. I was dragged away from my deep thoughts as another hail of bullets hit me, this time I didn't wait for them to drop out and fired a tendril of purple. Energy at them it rapped the up in diferent ways and they started to fry. I looked up to see Chiswick firing his revolver. I laughs to my self people always underestimated The Private but by the thirty bodies that lay around him the vampires were starting to realize he wasn't just some flimsy human.

Saul

He ignored the good-natured comments, the taunts, the smiles. The vampires were being repelled, and with ease, but only from the Ghost perspective. Many of the human guards lay in pools of their own blood, some screaming in their death throes, while others lay still, already dead. The "extras" gave their lives willingly to protect the fortress.

A vampire's blade descended on his head and he threw his hands up in a cross block, catching the sword between the ridges plates of his gauntlets and holding it fast. Willing the arcane energies at his command to reinforce his muscles, he snapped his arms apart, cleanly breaking the upper half of the sword away and sending it spiraling to the ground. A swift kick to the vampire's shin had it stepping back, giving him enough space to spiing back kick that caught it in the neck, lifting it off its feet. He didn't pause for a moment, his magically enhanced reflexes taking him close enough to his falling foe to smash his fist into and through its face, its body incinerating to ash even as it was thrown back to the ground.

"Ranneck and Caressa have joined the fight," he muttered into his headset, following protocol despite the lack of need to. From the corner of his eye he saw Ressa falter, standing at ready but looking very much terrified.

"Kill or die, Newbie," he called, stepping to her side to defend against any incoming assault.

"Can't--"

"They're already dead. They aren't human, and they don't belong here. Look now, one's spotted us." Sure enough, one of the creatures looked up from its recent kill and bared its fangs, knowing no fear as it faced down the two Arcanists. Saul send his magic coursing through his veins once more, preparing himself to intervene if Caressa couldn't take care of the vampire herself. "Do it, Ressa."

She stumbled over her words, trying in vain to find them, but then time ran out. The creature leaped at her, sprinting forward with terrifying speed that dwarfed all but the quickest of men. And still, Ressa was the quicker. Her skin flashed, arcane symbols of power coursing from her shoulders to her fingertips as she thrust her hands forward, a bolt of Arcane Power flinging from her hands and into the chest of the vampire. A flash of light, and a small explosion sent it hurtling backward to smash into the floor and bounce twice before lying very still.

Saul clapped her on the shoulder before stepping forward and driving his heel into the face of the creature, ending its pitiful existence. "That'll do, newbie. Keep it up."

fun


Name: Alec Rightman

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Colour of their magic: Bright Blue
Magical item: Teleportation Bracelet

Personality: Serious, stuck up rich kid.

History: Orphaned at birth he strives to succeed in life.

Alliance: Neutral

Other: Dark scar down the left side of his face

Ressa

(sorry for the short length, just got off work and I am beat, but I’d also like to say that everyone needs to be keeping up with the discussion thread, as there are some issues that have yet to be worked through)

Her skin rippled, the heat from her power still sparking across it in flashes as she searched for her next vic—target. Adrenalin pumped through her as my magics swirled through her veins, taking over her human instincts that kept screaming at her “killing is wrong…” Ressa’s power knew otherwise, it saw that her body was in danger and took over the rest of her mind, forcing her to allow it to take control. It was alive, in her mind, a living force that coexisted with her mind in one body.

She paused, maneuvering her body into a fighting stance, while gathering all her strength and preparing to conjure. She closed her eyes for a fraction of a second before she heard the glorious crackling of her power beneath her fingertips. She sought her next target, found it in a vampire that was advancing on her, without another thought she forced the sphere of pulsating pink from her hands and towards her attacker.

Ressa smiled to herself as she watched him go down, his body spasming once before his head cocked back and he remained still. She glanced up to see her mentor, he was in his own battle, but she knew he kept his eye on her, ever alert to everything that was going on.

Her lips curved into a half smile, and her fingers itched once more for the thrill of the fight.

Alex

I drifted through the battle scene, send waves of bright and exuberant, blue whenever a vampire came to close t me. The battle was raging around me, but I could barley be bothered, I was only going to the bathroom. That goal was reached, I found the bathroom at the end of the hall, my own had been blasted to pieces when I found a group of vampires in my room. My trip was short and when I was done I realized I would have to fight. Great.

Once out side of the bathroom, I realized my mace, and swung it over my head. each spike began to slowly glow. Blue spread over the whole weapon, the second it was covered, there was a flash, and the vampires in that hall were gone. Pain shot through me, like I had been stabbed with a million needles, in all the wrong places. I stood up still, leaning again the wall, my weapon still held. Just incase.

Bones

The vampires disaperred again. I wondered if they would come back or if they had left.

" the seal must be open so their on their way" Saul said pulling on some conjured pants.

"good we were winning but I had a feeling they were gins win somehow" Alex said. I walked up to the control room and went inside I pressed a green button and a group of five medicle units went around the soildiers who were dead and killin the ones that were slowly bleeding to it. The robots hadn't been sent into circleation yet because of a vital flaw in their system they could only predict logical answers meaning that if the the pations by their system less than forty prevent chance of living or getting better in the next six weeks. The paitent would be terminated.

"Bloody barbaric those things are" Fenir said as he steeped between a few robots who were wisaing by. Chiswick walked over clutching his arm and limping slightly he was still clutching his revolver when a robot came near him he shot it until it died an the on light flashed off. After one of the bobots tried to kill him the first time he got injured on the job he had. Had a very grate hate of them. He had destroyed about ten this year, they coated about 2 billion to make each.

"okay I want to know what breed what race and what alliance those vampires were from, I swear if The Candian Ghist squad let a few of theirs slip into are patch again I'm reporting them" Alex shouted.

"you always report them sir" Saul said and Alex laughed as the elevator door pinged shut.

"another day in the office" I said to Sual and starts my trip to the libary were I would probably comb through books for hours until I found out what race type and breed the vampires were.

OK. Here I am:

*Could Melanctha and Eve be best friends?*

Name: Eve
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short Black hair, Green Eyes, Tall and slim
Colour of Magic: A earthen green
Magical Item: A Necklace that has a green Diamond put in. It is a shield, and helps her understand people. She cant read their minds.
Personality: Quiet, but if she gets to know you shed tell you almost everything. Likes Warm Rain.
History: Cant remember a thing, and her mum wont tell her, her mum killed almost their entire family because she didn't know she had strengths.
Alliance: Ghost squad
Other: Up for Love

*sure arya*


Mel~

The fight was over I was never one to be thrilled by a fight. But I could still feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Maybe it was that, it night or something. I stared at the ground at the bodies, some familiar faces, other not familiar but they were all still people. Good people who risked their lives just to protect the orb, and died. I sighed to myself I joined the ghost squad so that I could one day help stop the pain that magic gives, but sometimes it seems like that day will never come. I looked around, scanning the room for familiar faces. I found Eve leaning against the wall. I smiled to myself at least she lived. I walked over to her she smiled when she saw me.

"Pretty gruesome." I noted, she nodded in agreement.

"So many died." she said as she looked at all of the bodies on the ground.

Jok: in the future, make Alex calmer. He is calm in most matters. He only gets mad when made fun of, should have specified it. So yeah, next time, calm, lazy, airy, weird.

Alex

After the battle I went back to my room. To find it like a tornado had hit it, or a bunch of vampires. With a swing of my mace it was normal again, and my body collapsed into bed. Ah, temprpidics. The closet thing humans have to pure magic. Before entering ream, I took the spike off of my mace, and placed it in my night stand drawer, then left the rod and chain on the top. Didn’t want to get my hand sliced open if I woke with a start.

The night was a dreamless, resting, ream cycle sleep, and when I woke I wished I could return. it dawned on me once my eyes opened, that we would have a days of repairs to do. I hated repair, almost as much as leading

*I think I came up with a specialty for my character. His main power is in guiding dead souls. He is not a necromancer, but the opposite of it.*

MATTHIAS~~

After the fight I collapsed against the wall. After my heart rate had gone down I started helping the soldiers carry out the dead bodies. I muttered prayers over those I didnt know and thanked those I had known for the little time we had known each other. it was stupid, but I had a great respect for all of the soldiers who came here. They knew they would probably die, practically shown where they were going to be buried, but they did it anyway. Every time a new batch came in here I said I wouldn't get to know them, but I always did.

After the bodies were layed out the soldiers stepped back and I did one more work of magic. I lifted the dirt from where the graves had been dug and filled them back in. I took my time, conserving my strength for the last piece of magic of the day.

The soldiers filed away but I stayed, taking a deep breath before the plunge.

i was not a necromancer, and I would kill anyone who said I was. I closed my eyes and reached my mind out until I could feel the souls of the dead men around me. i searched among them for those who were lost, those infected by the vampires. I cast intricate spells, desgned to counter the effects of vampirism and then to guide them to where they could rest forever.

I could do most magics, but for some reason my grasp on this was geater than in the other areas. Many of the things that had become known to me were things I sometimes wished I did not know. Sometimes they were so great, I considered this a curse rather than a gift.

Once the spell was done all the energy in my body slipped out and I lost conciousness, right there among the dead.

Khistopher

(I hope this is okay, it was really the only place I saw her reappering. ^^)

Perhaps it's not odd that it's Khistopher that finds him there. After all, being the little mother hen of their group, it's always her that checks on everyone after a situation. She's clean, when she comes into the burial area, her short pink hair tugged up in a high tail, still damp from a shower, and now fully dressed. She knows she'll find Matthias here- of course she will. He takes it upon himself to do far too much, at times, without rest, and it wouldn't be the first time he collapsed.

She's not big enough to pick him up and carry him, but she drops to her knees, gently reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, checking breathing and pulse to make sure he's just exhausted before giving him a gentle shake. "Matthias." She whispers, her soft, sweet voice barely audible. "Hey, come on, Matt, you gotta help me here." If he doesn't come around, she supposes she can lift half his weight and half-drag him inside. Her magics are primarily defensive; she has nothing to help with transporting an unconscious teammate.

MATTHIAS~~

I suddenly came back to myself, "What? Where am I?"

"You'rein the graveyard."

"Oh."

The voice spoke again, "Get up. Let me take you back to your room.'

I tried to get up but fell half way there. I waited for the blood to clear from my head and got up again. I stood for a couple of seconds before tottering and falling into the wall. She caught me and half carried me back to my room. Once there I immediately collapsed on my bed, barely getting out a 'thanks.'