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: Vladimir PatrovakAge
: Height: 6'6"Dialogue
: The hallway was dim, the lights overhead only barely managing to illuminate the blood stains that covered the floors and the walls. Vladimir activated the tunnel lights on his suit, the beams revealing several crouching and disfigured figures up ahead, feasting on a recently slain soldier. The cries they let loose upon spotting Vladimir were almost as horrible as the cry that came from behind him.Backstory
: Vladimir Patrovak was, despite his name, born and raised in the United States. He had a rather uneventful life, growing up in a normal home and having a normal school life. When he exited high school he entered the military, quickly gaining attention for his almost natural affinity with technology and new equipment.
According to military records Vladimir Patrovak died during combat operation seven years before the 'Incident' would occur. In actually though he was taken into a branch of the military known as Section 21, an organization that specialized in creating and adapting new military technologies. Vladimir was found to be among the best weapon technicians and was also found to be the only person capable of operating the Mark 1vZ reactive combat suit, an experimental type of armor designed to be used in close quarters combat in urban operations, an extremely bulky and difficult to operate item that required five persons to even turn it on.
After months of testing and development the new and (much more) improved Mark 6vZK model was declared ready for testing. With this much lighter and easier to operate model, Vladimir found that he was able to easily pass all controlled environment tests set before him. To be honest, it was a bit boring for him.
Which is why Vladimir was pleased to hear that he would be giving the suit live field testing, a chance to test it's abilities (and his own) under uncontrollable environments. Section 21 would get him inside the assigned target location without anyone knowing and would monitor the test results from his suit.
Or at least, that was the plan. The plan itself fell apart rather quickly after Vladimir entered the complex. He had entered an express elevator in order to make his way down to the lower levels of the complex, the upper levels having been devoid of any life, when the elevator was cut loose. Vladimir and the suit were sent plummeting down the elevator shaft, darkness enveloping him.
When he had come to Vladimir found that he was largely unharmed except for a few bruises and minor cuts. The elevator however was a wreck. With no way to get back up, Vladimir decided to try his luck in finding a stairwell further into the complex. He wasn't sure what floor he was on, or even where he was. He HAD been given a map on his HUD but the fall had apparently damaged his communications system as the only noise he got when he attempted to contact Section 21 was static.
Lost and alone, he made his way down a hallway that seemed partially better lit than the others. The only things that came up on his thermal scans were grey, no life forms visible. When he had just given up on finding anything or anyone alive down here he heard a gunshot. The sound had come from a corridor to his right. Upon making his way down the hall he spotted someone in what looked to be a white medical gown backed up against a wall, it was a girl. She had a gun in her hand and a terrified look on her face. There was blood on her gown, not hers by the looks of it.
Just as Vladimir was about to come closer he noticed something beyond the girl. There, in the darkness, were dozens of pairs of glinting and glowing eyes. Above the girl too, staring down at her from inside a shadowy vent, something lay in wait. The girl hadn't noticed any of the eyes, so focused was she on trying to keep away whatever it was she was pointing her gun at. The vent cover lifted a bit, sharp talons beginning to reach out from the vent.
Vladimir made a decision in that moment and began to make a dash for the girl.Role
: Section 21 Experimental Weapons Test PilotAnything 'Muggle' Else?
: Mark 6vZK Reactive Combat Suit: This suit is made of highly durable and experimental metal classified as 'M62-3'. The suit itself is rather lightweight, weighing only around 40 some pounds in total. When active, the suit allows the pilot to operate the large 'gauntlet' on the left arm with easy.
This 'gauntlet' is actually a highly lethal sonic device that can be used to punch thru solid concrete or destroy the internal structure of a human target (In theory. Testing has yet to confirm) The suit itself has a built in breathing apparatus as well as low level thermal imaging and a self replicating microfusion generator that, when at the suit is powered down, recharges the power supply for both the sonic device and the other features of the suit.
Average 'battery' time: 6 Hours
Vladimir himself is a skilled weapons technician as well as a very deadly CQC fighter, further increasing his aptitude with the suit.
: Subject 367, Alias "Snow White"Age
: Height: 5'4"Dialogue
: Subject 367 followed the heavily armored man, the small glow that came from his strange suit offering small comfort in the darkness. He held up his hand, indicating that he she should stop. He was looking down the dimly lit corridor, though she couldn't see anything. Suddenly light poured down the hall, the suit being the source of the light. 367 couldn't see what it was down the hall, the scream that sounded directly behind her distracting her far more.Backstory
: Subject 367, also referred to by staff as 'Snow White' due to her comatose status and unnaturally white hair, was one of the lucky ones. If you could call being trapped deep underground with no way out and hundreds of murderous monsters as lucky.
Subject 367 was a mystery to the medical staff at the facility. Despite being given large quantities of the 'Cure' she had not become one of 'Them'. Instead, the only physical change was her once fiery red hair turning snow white. Behaviorally she was rendered mute by the shock of her transformation, becoming unable to even scream or moan.
It was after the sixteenth test in which she was involved that Subject 367 fell into a coma suddenly, an apparent side effect of the new formula that had left so many others dead or worse. While she appeared to have a unique resilience to the 'Cure' she was in no way helped by it, her cancer having only barely slowed down, though the doctors did note that her hair should have began to fall out ages prior.
Subject 367 was placed in a special containment room for further investigation and observation until such a time that she either awoke from her coma, her cancer took her, or she showed signs of mutation. And it was because of this that she had survived up until now.
When she had awoken, 367 found that her room had been unlocked and glass observation bay above her bed was dark. Nobody appeared to be around. When she exited her room she saw differently. Strewn around the floor, some torn to pieces, others still intact, were the bodies of the men and women who had worked at the complex. She spied a doctor whom she had known well laying against the wall next to her door, the keys to the room still held in his hand. Whether he had been trying to let her out or get inside himself she did not know.
Something else caught her eye as she staring in mute horror at the gory carnage before her. A security guard's body, or more specifically, the item he still had clenched in his fist. It was a pistol, a loaded pistol in fact. Searching the body further produced three magazines for the weapon, which 367 stuck in the single pocket in her hospital gown. With the weapon in hand (albeit awkwardly and hesitantly) 367 made her way thru the complex, finding only more death.
She was nearing what she thought to be an administrative office when she heard the noise behind her. Deep, raspy breathing. Turning slowly, she came face to face with an abomination of flesh and boils, open wounds and jagged bone. It was a creature of nightmare and 367 found that she couldn't even scream out in terror. The only thing she could do was back away mutely, raising the pistol in her shaking hands and firing off a round. The bullet went wild, missing her target by about three inches.
367 backed up further, ending up in a new hallways, this one covered in pipes and vents. Out of the corner of her eyes she thought she spied a small series of small glowing lines and circles, but she was too focused on the creature in front of her to notice. She could only cry out in silence as her death stalked towards her, murder glinting in it's swollen and black eyes.Role
: Non 'Cured' Cancer PatientAnything 'Muggle' Else?
: Kel Tec PMK-45 Handgun: The Kel Tec PMK-45 semi-automatic handgun fires .45 G.A.P. pistol rounds and holds a maximum capacity of 8 rounds (+1 in the chamber). Using a revolutionary recoil dampening mechanism to increase accuracy and shot clustering, the PMK-45 is quickly being adopted into military, governmental and private sectors.
Subject 367 has no firearm training to speak of and is hesitant to use the weapon she picked up off of a fallen guard.