Précédemment...

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Ace s'est réveillé aux sons de l'équipement médical. Elle clignait lentement quelques fois au fur et à mesure que ses yeux s'ajustaient avant de finalement s'asseoir. Elle s'est cognée d'une douleur aiguë dans l'estomac. "Que s'est-il passé?"
Jack d'autre part était bien en route pour le bureau de Cole. Il a franchi la porte du bureau de Cole avant de s'arrêter. Il respirait beaucoup et était trempé de sueur mais il souriait et avait un regard de soulagement, « Cole.... Elle est réveillée... Ma petite fille est enfin réveillée... » Il a répondu avant de s'effondrer enfin sur ses genoux ; il n'avait pas couru comme ça depuis un moment et il savait qu'il n'était pas aussi jeune qu'avant mais il voulait dire personnellement à Cole la grande nouvelle.
Cole a sauté de son siège le deuxième Jack a dit, "Elle est réveillée". "Comment se sent-elle? Est-ce qu'elle avait l'air d'une façon ou d'une autre?", Cole demanda alors qu'il se dirigeait vers la porte. Il était convaincu que le CIR pouvait l'aider, mais c'était Ace personnellement qu'il s'inquiétait. Ils devaient trouver qui lui a fait ça et si elle avait des souvenirs de ce qui s'est passé, Cole espérait qu'elle serait d'humeur à partager.
"Elle va bien. J'ai juste mal et un peu fatigué." Jack répondit alors qu'il se levait et suivait de près Cole. "Je ne lui ai pas encore parlé de ce qui s'est passé... Je pense donc qu'on devrait lui parler de la prothèse jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions qui a fait ça... » Il savait que s'ils avaient parlé à Ace de la prothèse, elle ne voudrait pas parler.
Ils arrivèrent bientôt dans la chambre d'Ace. Jack a ouvert la porte et a répondu, "Hé mon chéri, je suis venu te voir... et j'ai amené un invité avec moi... Pouvons-nous entrer?"
Ace dirigea son attention sur les deux figures à la porte ; elle reconnut instantanément Jack et sourit chaleureusement. "Oui, bien sûr... entrez..." Sa voix était fatiguée mais chaude et douce. Elle les a fait entrer.
Cole s'est lentement introduit dans la pièce avec un léger sourire qui en une seconde est devenu ce look trop familier qu'il portait. "Pendant un moment, Ace, c'est bon de te voir mais j'aimerais que ce ne soit pas dans ces circonstances", Cole parlait mais son esprit allait à un kilomètre de la minute. Chaque raison possible pour savoir pourquoi ou comment cela s'est produit était jouée dans sa tête mais il ne pouvait pas trouver qui pouvait faire cela.
Pour une scission de seconde Ace l'expression était celle de choc mais elle a rapidement retrouvé son sang-froid et son sourire chaleureux alors qu'elle a répondu, « Je suis d'accord. J'avais prévu de rester caché beaucoup plus longtemps. » Contrairement à son expression, qu'elle portait si bien, sa voix était cool et croquante. Pour être tout à fait honnête, elle était ravie de voir son amie bien-aimée, mais en même temps elle était tout à fait gênée que Cole l'ait vue dans l'état où elle se trouvait.
"Tu te souviens comment tu es arrivé ici? Que s'est-il passé avant votre arrivée?", alors qu'il ne voulait pas aller directement aux affaires, Cole a dû trouver celui qui lui a fait ça. Qui qu'ils soient, pour qu'ils montent contre un méta comme Ace n'était pas bon pour leur santé. Ces gens étaient soit très chanceux, soit très habiles. Cela signifiait que si ces gens n'étaient pas amenés bientôt il y aurait un autre incident comme celui-ci ou pire.
As soupirait, Jésus, tu n'as pas changé depuis que je t'ai vue... c'est un peu décevant... Bien que je dois dire... Je vous ai vraiment vu comme président d'une grande entreprise comme le CIR... Mais encore une fois, je suppose que je ne vous connais pas si bien pour commencer... » Elle évitait les questions. Elle regarda Cole mort dans les yeux avant de continuer. "Bien sûr que je sais qui c'est qui m'a fait ça et je compte leur donner de l'enfer pour ça. Malheureusement, je ne suis pas autorisé à vous donner cette information. » Elle s'est évanouie. C'était sa façon de rembourser pour le désordre avec Cole.
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Cole sourit en arrondissant son chevet et en passant à la fenêtre. « Entre vous et moi, je préférerais être sur le terrain, mais j'ai peur que mon dos ne me laisse tomber. Des avantages d'être vieux », a-t-il dit alors qu'il regardait en arrière entre Ace et la fenêtre. Il y a eu une certaine confusion quand il a entendu Ace dire qu'elle n'était pas autorisée à lui dire, mais a rapidement repris sur la blague. "Vraiment? C'est dommage, alors, j'allais vous donner accès à l'armurerie... en parlant de ça... il y a quelque chose que vous devez savoir", Cole a regardé Jack avec un regard sulten qu'il savait que Jack comprendrait que c'est sensé.
Jack écoutait tranquillement jusqu'à ce qu'il remarque l'endroit où allait la conversation, "n'osez pas". Jack a répondu menaçantement ses yeux verrouillés avec Cole', ses yeux étaient froids et a montré l'intention de tuer.
"Elle mérite de savoir ce qui s'est passé, Jack. S'il n'y avait rien, cela ne ferait que renforcer sa détermination à trouver les suspects si on ne les battait pas à moitié à mort", les tensions étaient élevées et la dernière chose qu'il voulait, c'était une bagarre dans la chambre de l'hôpital. Avec un soupir Cole s'est tourné vers Ace avant de s'arrêter pour évaluer sa situation, "Ace... tu n'as pas juste sauté. Qui que ce soit qui vous ait attaqué, vous avez mis sur votre lit de mort. Nous avons dû agir rapidement... donc nous avons implanté un remplacement cybernétique ou votre foie". Cole a attendu la réaction d'Ace avant de lui parler de la deuxième moitié de l'affaire. Ce n'était pas quelque chose que vous pouviez précipiter et il le faisait déjà.
"Je vois..." Sa voix trembla alors qu'elle s'accrochait. Ace a caché son visage comme des larmes sur sa joue. Tout son corps tremblait. "Je vois..." Elle répétait. A l'intérieur, Ace essayait désespérément de se retenir de prendre l'objet pointu le plus proche et de l'utiliser pour découper la chose qui la gardait en vie.
"Je suis désolé Ace mais c'était la seule chose que nous pouvions faire pour vous garder en vie, du moins jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions une solution permanente", Cole ne voulait pas lui dire la dernière partie. Comment a-t-il pu? Pour se réveiller et apprendre que vous avez été sauvé seulement pour servir comme un soldat n'était pas quelque chose que la personne moyenne voulait se réveiller. Même si Ace était plus que l'individu moyen Cole savait qu'il était encore mal pour Ace d'être forcé de travailler pour le CIR. « Nous n'avions pas le choix », se disait-il, non pas que cela faisait disparaître le sentiment de culpabilité. Finalement, après un silence remarquable, Cole a de nouveau parlé : « Il y a aussi une autre chose... le CIR a couvert votre opération à la condition que vous travailliez pour eux pendant un certain temps. Combien de temps je ne sais pas, je suis censé recevoir des nouvelles sur combien de temps après ton réveil".
"Alors tu as besoin de moi pour travailler pour toi et nettoyer le bordel que tu as fait... C'est pour ça que tu m'as gardé en vie?! Parce que je suis une sorte d'outil à votre disposition?! Je suis désolé de te le casser, mais je ne suis pas une arme! » Ace a crié, sa voix était remplie d'une rage brûlante. Elle perdait rapidement le contrôle d'elle-même et de son don. Soudain le chauffage dans sa chambre a pris feu; il s'est rapidement étendu directement vers Cole et enveloppé autour de lui, l'encaissant dans une prison brûlante qu'un faux pas pourrait quitter Cole avec une grave brûlure.
Les choses avaient vraiment mal tourné très vite et dans la situation de Cole il n'y avait pas grand-chose qu'il pouvait faire sans se mettre en flamme dans le processus. "Je l'ai fait pour te sauver, Ace!", Cole a crié sur le feu rugissant qui l'entourait "Vous seriez mort si nous n'avions pas, il n'y avait pas d'autre moyen!".
"Alors tu aurais dû me laisser mourir!" Ace a crié, rendant la chambre silencieuse. L'incendie autour de Cole est mort au point où il pouvait maintenant passer sur elle sans problème. "Avez-vous une idée de ce que c'est d'être un monstre? Savoir qu'une partie de vous devient lentement plus forte et que dans le processus vous tue lentement? Tu sais ce que ça fait, Cole? Ace pleurait beaucoup, une partie d'elle que personne d'autre n'a vu auparavant, pas même Jack.
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"Tu étais avec nous quand nous avons combattu le DMA. Tu as vu ce que j'ai dû faire pour nous protéger. Si quelqu'un est un monstre ici c'est moi », l'esprit de Cole erra au moment où il a gagné ses pouvoirs pour la première fois. Il a tué un homme pour la première fois de sa vie et à partir de ce moment-là, il ne l'a fait que de nouveau.
Ace s'est mis à rire, "vous n'avez vraiment aucune idée de ce que je fais depuis 15 ans, n'est-ce pas? L'ignorance doit être bénie." Elle a continué à rire un peu plus longtemps avant de continuer. " Viens ici, Cole. J'ai quelque chose qui vous fera réaliser à quel point vous êtes vraiment un « monstre ». Ace a fait le geste de Cole de prendre place à côté de lui alors qu'elle sortait un objet enveloppé de documents datant d'il y a 15 ans. Tous ces documents sont des rapports détaillés sur tous les emplois qu'Ace a occupés au cours des 15 dernières années; ils contiennent une brève description de l'emploi global et des statistiques sur les morts, blessés et disparus causés par elle; les chiffres sont effrayants pour le moins.
"...vous avez été occupé... je suppose que ça fait de nous des monstres ensemble alors", Cole a regardé les différents rapports avant de revenir à Ace. "As tu sais que j'ai fait ça pour toi. S'il y avait un autre moyen, tu sais que je l'aurais pris. Pour l'instant, tu seras de retour sur tes pieds jusqu'à ce qu'on trouve un moyen de résoudre le problème. En attendant, vous travaillerez avec une équipe Sentinel. Vous aurez bientôt vos affectations, mais pendant que vous attendez, parlez au sergent Walsh, il sera votre coéquipier pour le reste de votre temps ici. Il est assez casual, un peu trop casual, mais dans l'ensemble une personne agréable à travailler avec. Cole regarda loin et soupira, cette ligne de travail l'avait fait se concentrer sur les affaires, une qualité qu'il pouvait vivre sans. "Je suis désolé que ce soit comme ça Ace. Pendant que tu travailles pour nous, je vais demander aux gens d'aller plus loin. Comme je l'ai dit, parlez à Walsh, remplissez-le et il fera ce qu'il peut pour aider chaque fois que vous êtes libres ». Un bip bas s'est éteint sur le téléphone de Cole qu'il a rapidement répondu en activant son téléphone. Il a regardé l'écran pendant un moment seulement avant de se lever pour aller à la porte, "Je déteste partir comme ça, mais j'ai une réunion avec un scientifique en R-D. A tout à l'heure, d'accord?
Ace soupirait alors qu'elle s'était serrée, elle était fatiguée et en a eu assez pour un jour. Pour elle, c'était la première fois qu'elle se sentait vraiment brisée dans toute sa vie. Les gens qui lui ont fait ça allaient avoir l'enfer à payer ; Ace allait s'en assurer. Ace a jeté un coup d'œil à Cole une dernière fois avant de répondre enfin aux questions que Cole lui avait posées. "Les gens qui m'ont fait ça étaient les mêmes personnes qui ont tué vos Enforceurs... Ils prévoient de nous enlever un par un... comme des mouches... Je n'étais que le premier sur leur liste... une fois qu'ils ont compris que je suis encore en vie... ils seront de retour pour finir ce qu'ils ont commencé... et ensuite ils viendront après nous tous... Tout comme le DMA l'a fait il y a 20 ans, sauf cette fois... il ne sera pas juste Doué ; ils vont aller après les humains, aussi. Ce n'était pas seulement le travail des Scions... c'était aussi les Storm Hounds... Cole, ils ne veulent pas seulement nous tuer... ils veulent commencer une guerre."
Pendant que tout cela descendait ; Jack écoutait tranquillement jusqu'à ce qu'il entende la partie de qui étaient les agresseurs d'Ace. Jack a gelé dans la peur. Il a jeté un coup d'œil à Ace pendant un bref moment avec une expression inquiète sur son visage avant de suivre Cole par la porte. Il a ensuite saisi l'épaule de Cole avant de répondre tranquillement : « Hé, je suis désolé de ne pas intervenir là-bas, mais je craignais que si j'avais fait quelque chose, cela n'aurait fait qu'aggraver la situation....Regarde. Je voulais juste dire que... la raison pour laquelle Ace peut vous dire ce genre de choses est parce qu'elle vous aime beaucoup et que vous lui êtes très chère... Comme le frère qu'elle aurait dû avoir... il n'y a pas beaucoup de gens qu'Ace appelle vraiment sa famille...»
Name: Cia Reynolds
Age:  45
Eye Colors: Brown, they are now green though
Personality: Cia is a very happy go lucky kind of girl, she finds the bright side of everything no matter what the situation, she often even brings people together with her great attitude. Cia is also seen as a natural born Leader due to her great ability to lead others who need help. Cia however has been known to snap and go on a complete rampage when something she cares about is hurt. Her language also becomes very vulgar when this happens.
Type: Type 3
Abilities Cia can move and crush multiple objects with her mind, this normally isn't noticable as she uses it at long range for the most part, however she has been known to create a sort of ethereal arms to use from time to time. Cia's limit to this power though is that she can't pick up something heavier than a car. Cia cannot pick up other people, however she can pick up herself and float around for a short while.
Bio Cia was born into a rather nice family. They cared for her even when she first exhibited her powers. She was born with heavily deformed arms that had to be amputated when she was a young. At the age of 13 her abilities awakened, her life from there seemed to get easier as she had a far easier time moving around and even getting up. However once the Gifted Genocide began her family was killed trying to protect her. She was able to get away and has since worked to help protect other Gifted with The Conclave.
Cia joined others after her orphanage was found out to be full of Gifted. John had come to her orphanage planning to kill some of the orphans. Cia stopped him and threatened his life. This was when her more frightening side was discovered. She later helped to take down several members of the DMA however she got carried away and completely massacred a Warden named Pariah. Cia has since not shown her other frightening side since.
After everything went down Cia started to work at the orphanage full time. She later married John though she still teases him whenever she gets a chance. She has also helped with raising Mayumi after John adopted her. Cia has since been a rather happy person.
After finding out she couldn’t have children she chose to look on the bright side of it as no child with her severe disability would be born at least. She wouldn’t have to help a child without arms grow up and struggle. She later took in a baby boy though that she helped to raise. Where he came from was anyone’s guess. All Cia knew was that he needed to be cared for. She has raised him as her own son and even adopted him after naming him Patrick.
Other Cia runs an orphanage
Is married to John Reynolds
Has a son named Patrick.
Theme Song: Always Look on the Bright Side of Life


Patrick Reynolds



Age(21 and up): 12
Eye Colors: Purple and Blue
Personality: Patrick much like Cia is a bit bipolar, however his scary side isn’t as bad as Cia’s, its more of just an extremely creepy stare that often allows him to get what he wants. Cia however finds this look cute instead of terrifying. Patrick also is very upbeat much like his adopted mother. He knows that he’s adopted and doesn’t really care if he is so long as he has a mother who loves him.
Type: 2
Abilities
Psychological: Fear and Joy: He can make anyone around him cower in fear. He makes them see nightmares, though he can also make them happy things like have the entire room look like it’s blooming with flowers. Either way the person under his power will either become frightened to the point of peeing themselves, or happy to the point of peeing themselves.
Skills(for humans and gifted): Pat is a wonderful chef, many say he has a future as a chef as his cooking skills are unmatched.
Bio: Patrick or Pat for short, was born to an unknown mother, however he was born with different colored eyes yet he had no powers. He was given to the orphanage just after he was born. He lives a peaceful life with his adopted parents, Cia and John, and is adopted sister Mayumi. Pat for the most part lives a great life.
Though he was bullied a lot by the other kids at the orphanage growing up he loves helping out around the kitchen. Patrick however became a gifted at the age of 9. A kid had kicked sand in his face and he suddenly got angry, his ‘scary face’ appearing scaring and making the kids scared, even the ones not looking at him. Cia realized that Patrick was a gifted though his power was a bit frightening as it was surprisingly powerful and Pat couldn’t always control it.
Other Patricks favorite animal is a bear.
Patrick is seriously claustrophobic. To the point where he started to have a panic attack when one of the kids closed a box he was playing in. This also caused his powers to activate again.
Theme Song: Hide and Seek

John Reynolds



Age: 46
Eye Colors: Left is Brown, Right is like...Bluish Purple
Personality
John is a rather calm and kind man, and has developed into more of an optimist than the pessimist that some had once considered him to have been. He cares very strongly for his family, and will do anything he can to help them should they need it...and that extends, to a degree, out to old friends like Cole and Ace. Additionally, he hasn't told anyone yet, but his gift has begun to affect his mental state; at times he will experience unprovoked flashes of images, memories, and/or visions...and he knows they aren't his, but they are all about him.
Type: Type 1
Abilities
Psychological:
John has the power of telepathy, and can use his power to read minds or communicate over long distances. He has been trained to use his powers to track down other gifted, though his superiors think he is only a Type 4 Gifted, and so he has secretly trained himself how to read minds and communicate telepathically.
Bio
John grew up as a fairly normal kid, taking a great liking to video games and movies and books. He enjoyed watching and reading these fantasies, and wished he could be in one himself. But as time went on John realized what an impossible dream that might be, because he began to notice that he was just a nobody. There was nothing truly special about him, and aside from being slightly above average in school - he really didn't do anything else. No sports, no extracurricular activities, no nothing. Just your average Joe...or...John. That is, until his eighteenth birthday; where his right eye changed color and he began to sense these...things. He didn't know what he was feeling, but one day he got curious enough to follow one of these 'feelings', and he came up to a house just as the authorities arrived at the door. He took cover and watched as the house was raided and a girl was taken out...she had mismatched eye colors, just like him! What was happening?! Why did they want her? Was it cause her eyes were different?! John figured they might want to take him away too, and he wanted to run away from here before he was noticed...but...that girl...she needed help. She was struggling and resisting, then suddenly she looked at John and screamed to him for help. His mind seared with an intense sensation, and he recognized it as the 'feeling' he followed over here...but...wait...the men who were capturing her turned and saw him. He panicked and got up to run, but...no...the sensation filled his head...and he felt brave...he had to help, he had to try.
John tried in vain, and was captured. The girl and him were taken and enslaved; John was trained and forced to work as a hunter to find more gifted, and to the best of John's knowledge...the girl was strapped into a chair, forced to incite bravery into the hunters in training.
For a time, he worked as a Hunter Agent for the DMA, tracking down Gifted to capture them. He did, however, feel a great deal of remorse doing so, and was known to even go out of his way to protect the lives of Gifted with harmless abilities. It was this mercy that eventually led him to meet a young girl, Mayumi, who's parents had been killed by John's commanding officer in the attempt to locate her. Feeling sorry for the girl, and feeling tired of having to murder his own kind, John betrayed his officer by stabbing him in the back and helping the girl to escape.
Eventually he had investigated a lead concerning a possible orphanage for Gifted, where he once again met his future adopted daughter, Mayumi, and also met his future wife, Cia, who found out he was a spy and had at first threatened to kill him. They came to the agreement that John would help Cia find a friend who had been captured, and so the journey began.
At first, while John found Cia attractive, he was quite afraid of her power. Over time, though, he saw more of her compassionate side, especially with how she was so protective of the children in her orphanage. Around the same time he also had decided to not only help Cia out at her orphanage, but personally adopt Mayumi, as well.
Continuing on the path to expose Mallory and remove Callahan from office with the likes of Ace and Cole, John continued to bond with Cia. And once Mallory was dealt with, and the DMA severely wounded, John began to think of his new friends as family. But only after they had reached their ultimate goal of getting President Callahan impeached did he realize that he loved Cia, as it was finally safe and possible to no longer live in fear.
Eventually, as most of the original anti-Callahan group began to drift apart, John and Cia went on to get married. John helped her out at the orphanage, but also made sure to spend personal time with his newly adopted daughter Mayumi. For the time being, with treatment of Gifted improving quickly, life was good.
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Other
-Gained his powers at the age of 16.
-Is now married to Cia.
-He still carries his two telescoping shock batons he had been issued as a Hunter for the DMA.
-He's a naturally good tinkerer, and can take apart, put together, or just modify weapons.


Norville Rogers
Age: 28

Hair: White, as white as snow.
Eye Colors: Blue and Gold. The top half of his eyes are an icy blue, while the bottom half is golden. A rare eye mutation even for a metahuman.
Personality: His personalty is hard to describe as his character changes depending on who he is around and who is influencing his mood. He does have constants in his character; he tends to be laid back letting others go first, loyal to his friends and won't turn his back on them, and lastly his love for food, he never turns down a good meal.
Type: 2
Abilities
Physical: Norville has a unique ability, he can freeze any form of water. From normal bodies of water to rain and even the minute particles in the air if the humidity is high enough. His power keeps his body temperature lower than normal. He feels cold to the touch and his appearance reflects it in his white hair and pale skin. A passive benefit of this is he can never feel cold, and is most comfortable in colder areas. This comes with a cost, heat doesn't agree with his low body temperature and he sunburns easily. Amounts of heat that would only agitate normal people can actually burn Norville, and in comparison something that would cause minor burns on normal people would give him severe burns and pain.
Skills: Norville knows the current limitations of his powers and is decent at holding his own in a fair fight as he is just an average man, but with a strong limited power that can be expanded on with practice and help. He has very little skill in hand to hand combat but he has had plenty of practice using his abilities defensively to protect others and himself. He is a decent battle medic as he can close wounds by freezing the blood on the outside of the wound long enough to tightly bandage it, and he can administer medicines to help with symptoms of poisons, disease and pain.
Bio: *Static* A young man's voice could be heard, "I think I finally got it working. Well I want to get started on my day to day entries as soon as I can, so I will make this quick. Hopefully it saves this time around. All right, take seven." Some shuffling of papers before he spoke again, "My name is Norville Rogers. I am a metahuman, or that's what the media and my class mates like to label us as. Anyway back to my childhood. I was born in St. North Hospital twenty years ago. I was around three years old when an accident happened that separated me from my parents. Not long after that I was in an orphanage. Life there was simple; wake up, get ready for the day, go to school, try to get adopted, do homework, go to bed and start it all over again. Same routine until my fifteenth birthday." A pause, the sound of ice falling in a glass and liquid pouring, then a large gulp. "That morning when I was getting ready I noticed in the mirror that something was different, my eyes had changed from solid icy blue to a heterochroma match that is very odd. My eyes seemed cut horizontally, the top half the normal blue, the bottom a golden hue. I started feeling more comfortable in colder areas and my friends started to worry as I was cold to the touch. Doctors said my eyes could be explained by a loss of pigment and my colder skin a hormonal imbalance, if it started to affect my daily life I needed to get aid immediately. No one wanted to accept the fact that I was different, even after all of the uproar that happened years ago. As I learned to control myself I was able to hide my differences better and fit in. I somehow made it through high school without anyone finding out, and even my first two years of college. Only my room mate knows and he doesn't care, so long as I don't temper with the thermostat too much." Norville chuckled and took another sip of his drink. "I hear that the discrimination was far worse when I was younger, I guess I could count myself lucky that I was a late bloomer. End introductory entry." A faint click can be heard before silence.
*Static* Norville's laughter can be heard. "Entry 207, Graduation day! Today I graduate college with a masters in Chemistry and hopefully I can find a job to suit my skills. I don't have time to talk much longer, but it has been a while. Graduating at the age of twenty-seven! Man am I glad I can finally go out and be my own man. I'll give more details tomorrow when I have the time. End entry." A faint click then silence again. Norville jolted awake in the lab where he had been introduced into this line of work.
I am a sentinel. Not the ones you hear about that go out and fight the terrorists, but one that helps in other ways. At home base my mind is used to help create medicines and other materials to help defend my allies from harm. But when they let me out in the field, my task had always been to defend and help the injured. I am no doctor but I can stop bleeding and inject medicines to help with pain and symptoms. I am a battle medic, simple as that. A quick fix to keep the injured alive and kicking until they can reach a doctor. Those thoughts invaded his mind as a rough draft for his next journal entry.


Kyle Kruger



Age: Appears to be in his late 40s.
Eye Colors: Bright green.
Personality: Unusually exuberant and slightly eccentric. It is truly difficult to find the man in anything but high spirits, earning him the nickname "Smiles." Beyond this demeanour is a man that is absolutely devoid of empathy when it comes to his enemies, a mentality born, in contrast, from his unbreakable love and loyalty towards the things he has devoted himself to the protection of.
Type: Pure human
Skills: Kyle is a capable leader of his men, among whom he has instilled respect through his consistent ability to get results. His expertise has been sharpened by decades of service on foreign battlefields and back home against metahuman resistance groups during the Callahan government. Now finding himself and his men on the opposite side of asymmetrical warfare, he has proven more than adept at learning from and applying the techniques of his old adversaries.
Bio: An aged special forces veteran turned Hunter and counter-insurgency tactician of the Callahan presidency. With his absolute hatred for Metahuman kind, he was not much of a fan of the new world ushered in after the fall of the human supremacist government. Equal scorn was directed towards the government itself who, as it turned out, had caused the mess and the creation of these monsters he so despises in the first place. Kyle and his old unit, the "Storm Hounds", successfully evaded justice, and went underground for many decades, remaining in contact through a covert network. This network managed to find its influence surreptitiously seeping into various human purity groups, from there drawing new recruits. The Storm Hounds gradually evolved from a special forces unit on the run into a small terrorist cell in its own right.
Although Kyle and his assembled force hold nothing but contempt for metahuman kind, they have become unwitting defenders of the system through taking their fight to the Scions of Divinity, who they see as a greater threat to pure humanity.

Bottles emptied of their contents were scattered all through the office, joining other debris that had been torn apart and thrown to the ground. A figure slouched over his desk, head in one hand, pen held between quivering fingers in the other. His chest heaved heavily. Outstretched before him was a journal. The page header read "June 12th 2030." The prior entry, June 11th, after many furiously scribbled out lines, simply stated "Today Callahan is impeached. The war against the metahumans is over." Kyle brought his baleful, red stained eyes up to a framed photograph. It depicted Kyle Kruger himself and his men in formation during a visit to the base by President Callahan. He counted up the faces in that picture that belonged to comrades now buried. Swallowing down his rage, he returned to penning the newest entry: "June 12th: The Storm Hounds declare war on metahuman kind." Kyle's mouth twitched into a tired grin at this. He snapped the journal shut and slipped it into his pocket as he rose to his feet.
Later that day he gave the order to his men to suit up. The first shots of Kyle's personal war were fired by the Storm Hounds against their former brethren in the military that had come to apprehend them. From there, they scattered into the wilderness, vanishing from sight and, months after that, from memory. There were rumors, of course, of a mysterious force spotted in the depths of American woods, of hidden training grounds and outposts. While traces of these things could be found when investigations were launched, they proved excellent at covering their tracks, remaining forever elusive.
Other:
- "Storm Hound" originated as a military task force formed from 50 paratroopers of the 101st Airborne Division to perform counter-insurgency warfare, ultimately aiming to "Outguerrilla the guerrillas." They were later responsible for many atrocities under Callahan's orders. Usage of the name has spread to Kyle Kruger's human supremacist organization as a whole.
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Theme Song: "Running Gun Blues" - David Bowie