| The Horde |
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| The Horde Designation: Villian Played By: Lord Thayer Kit: Cyborg Strength: Superior (50) Agility: Standard (25) Body: Superior (50) Mind: Standard (25) Background: FROM HELL they were! Oh my eyes! Terrible...TERRIBLE BEASTS!!! No please not my Leg!!! "we have to amputate..." NOOO... *creaaak.....SHOOONK* Naaaaugghhaaa haaaaa!!!!! please no more... WHERE's MY ARM!!! YOU TOOK THAT TOO!!! "no sir we couldn't find it when we found you, please calm down" CALM DOWN!!! Unnhhhhh, You weren't there when they rushed over me DAMMIT!!! Couldn't move, I just stood there... let them come... I THOUGHT IT WAS THE END... "he's starting to lose it... Morphine! Quickly..." Yessss, lots of Morphine...please... Ahhh. yess... goooood... *pant pant* "Now what happened to you sir?" Whaa? You didn't see them. There were hundreds...thousands... just swarming over me... trampling... "What were they?" BEASTS, horrible... ugly... stinking... "Do you mean a pack of animals?" NO, YESSS!!!, they were upright...like us, but deformed... all of them different... just ugly... I... uhhh, ahh... I hated their... faces... "Were LOSING HIM...!!!" "Crash Cart now!!!" "Charging paddles!" "CLEAR!!!" Character Personality Personalities? You don’t want to know. Their minds are one, their numbers are in the thousands. They have no destination. No ultimate goal. They travel having no bearing of where they came from. They only share one thought; “There is power in numbers”. The Scout Power: Detective Level: Standard A solitary being comes running in and sniffs at the air. It takes a stance from the tallest vantage point that can be acquired in the area. It is unarmed. It's movements are very ridged, fast, and angled. It has an important job. It gathers information for strategy though there is no need for it, it is merely a safety precaution. All that is needed is a quick moment to view the area and then it returns back from where it came. The Sensation Power: Force of Will Level: Standard It starts. First sensation. A Feeling. Something is just not right. Much like how cows lie down before a storm. You feel nauseous. It is your 6th sense overpowering you. Naturally you simply think it a strange phenomena. You overlook this feeling as the second sense hits your system. It's coming... The Feeling Power: Emotion Control Level: Standard Advantage: Seeker Ranged attack hunts target. The first thing heard, a rumbling. A sound from somewhere that cannot be foreseen. A drone of static that fills the air very faint yet grows with every passing second. It surrounds you. There is no running from it as your fear grows stronger. They are coming closer... The Shaking Power: Earth Quake Level: Standard Advantage: Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance. The third sense, the ground trembles. It begins as a small vibration that tingles the spine. Rocking slowly the ground feels like its on water. You reach for something to steady yourself as the footing beneath you begins to give and the upper crust shakes. They are here... The Numbers Power: Self Duplication Level: Supreme Kit Power Link: Cyborg They can now be seen. Overwhelmingly they charge peaking your fear. Armed with crude weaponry they form a wall of destruction. Bloodthirsty they care nothing about their comrades in arms. If they are injured or in the way of another they too are destroyed and yet the numbers never seem to stop coming. Replacements appear to take the place of those fallen just as quickly as they are destroyed. Where they amassed this army none will ever know. The Horde Power: Damage Shield Level: Superior Advantage: Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large, circular area. Nothing stands behind them. You are grabbed by the neck and screamed at with a horrible cry before effortlessly being flung into the air directly into the middle of the fray. Landing hard on top of one you are immediately pummeled by the one next to him that caught you. Tasting the ground, spitting out teeth and blood you hear flesh being torn all around you as your reality grows dark... Your death is near... |