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| Enano | Mar 18 2010, 02:02 AM Post #1 |
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Hyakuji 2.0 Template Character Name: Ernesto “Enano” Estrada jr. Gender: Male Age: 25 Height: 5’2 Weight: 135 lbs Description or Image of Character Appearance: Getting out of the way the fact that he is rather short for a man; he has short black hair, dark brown eyes, has brown skin and a constant five a’ clock shadow. He is well built, his small stature concealing a mighty frame. He has a few small scars on his body most of them dating back from his childhood, while one, is of a healed bullet wound. Upon entering the combined worlds, he wore his standard “Special Weapons And Tactics” unit armour along with most of his equipment. These will be explained in further detail below. Below his armour he wears his official blue police uniform. Occupation: Part Time SWAT Officer Alignment: Light Powers/ Abilities: Being a member of the “Special Weapons And Tactics” unit makes him quite proficient with all sorts of firearms, ranging from non-lethal flash bang grenades to the deadly and long ranged sniper. He does have a preference towards sub-machine guns, and can defend himself using his well trained Close Quarter Combat skills. He has rudimentary first aid skills and can speak four languages: Spanish, English, French and Japanese. Equipment You Have: Helmet and Goggles Black Balaclava SWAT issued body Armour Busted Radio Sidearm is a Five-Seven with a tactical light Main Arm is a Heckler & Koch UMP45 with a flash suppressor and vertical fore grip Can of pepper spray A pair of Smoke Grenades and Flash bangs Personality Description: Enano has something to prove to the world. He has a bit of an inferiority complex and constantly pushes himself to the brink of his limits and exceeds it. He can get competitive when he wants to, but realizes when it’s the time and place to be. As long as he finds a way to better himself, then he’ll consider it a victory. He’s the youngest sibling out of a large family, though he always got the attention he wanted; he made sure that attention was earned. While some would see it as a chance to be spoiled, the constant attention drove him to go beyond his abilities because all eyes were on him. He is very kind and able, though will not hesitate to fight back. He’ll rarely be the one to start it. His inferiority complex also pushes him to put the lives of others above his own. He has no problem throwing his life on the line if it meant someone else will be saved and/or the criminal will be caught. Being a police officer, he fully enforces the laws as he believes they are meant to protect the people. He made it his creed; the protection of innocents and cleaning the streets of thugs and criminals. His training also allowed him to take control of his overzealous emotions, though they tend to emerge here and there. Personal History: A world where mutants and super powerful beings did not exist and the common Joe ruled the world. There was nothing but normal human beings, who did extraordinary things even if they couldn’t lift mountains, run on water or directly control the elements, it was possible to do those things; what they lacked in supernatural abilities and powers, they made up for in technology. The rules were the same however; the strongest will survive and crush the meek. Such is the way nature intended, such is the way it will be. However, some who start out as meek, if given the chance, can stand up and become strong. Ernesto was such a man. He was the seventh child within his family and the smallest baby of the bunch. His mother was a stay at home mom; refusing the let a stranger raise her little angels, and his father was the chief of the police as his father before him and such. The youngest son was given the burden of one day stepping in his grandfather’s shoes. He was given his name as he was born with most of his facial features: freaking his father slightly as Ernesto grew and was turning into a carbon copy of his dead father, Ernesto’s grandfather. Carbon copy to one exception: he remained oh so short. It was bad luck or a cruel faith to have inherited his mother’s height genes. All of his siblings were tall, even his shortest sister stood at 5’7 feet tall. He was given the nickname “Enano” by his family, and the name stuck; infecting his school life, following him all the way when he joined the police. He might be short, but he did fight back. He was never bullied for long as he always ended up standing up to them, even beating some of them down. He was angry at first, frustrated; with himself for being so short, with his mom for giving him the gene; a ridiculous notion. He used his anger and frustration to train. His mind was set at such a young age already; he wanted to be a cop. He wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and help protect the law, though his initial reason was to become strong like the rest of the men in his family. The teasing and hazing of his older siblings also helped in getting stronger and building his character. As he grew up, his resolve grew up with him. He took several authority related side-jobs. It seemed a bit ridiculous having such an “Enano” be a part-time guard, but he quickly convinced them with his athletic prowess and agility and it was even more surprising when he managed to past the physical test in order to join the police force. He had the grades having majored in foreign languages: spoke fluent, Japanese, English, French and the native language Spanish. His brawns were proven with the physical test ending up with the fifth highest score. It was a great accomplishment, but his path was far from over. His older brother was charged as his senior partner, showing him the ropes before he was allowed to patrol on his own. He started out as a regular patrolman, his route being in one of the most culturally different neighborhood; he is one of the few people in the force that could speak fluently several languages. His skills served him well, especially when a series of very bizarre and horrifying murders started popping up all over the place. There was a serial killer on the loose, and all had the same M.O: victims were killed and had been killed seemingly by surprise as there was little to no struggle in their homes; valuables were taken as well as their vehicle and one family member was killed before the others, tucked away and stripped of his clothing; they also had their torso butchered and their hearts taken away. The killer used previous ’victims’ prints to conceal his own. The only prints that were found were of the family members and an already murdered person. Ernesto was the unlucky officer that found the first batch of bodies. He had been called to investigate a missing person’s report and got a mandate to investigate the missing person’s home. Upon busting the locked door of the apartment he was welcomed with a mess, and upon further investigation he found the missing person dead and lying on the couch; looked as if he was killed in his sleep. After reporting his findings, and the investigators taking care of the crime scene Ernesto was called in to aid the detective with his questioning serving as a translator: lots of French speaking immigrants. The hunt went on for months, and as Ernesto aided the detective he was also busy training and preparing for the upcoming application of becoming a SWAT member. It would have to be part time due to his involvement with the current case; the murders took place in this particular part of the town. He wasn’t sure of joining SWAT at first, but after what the monster had done to his people, and the way he’s eluding the law was frustrating to say the least. Ernesto vowed he’d be part of the take down team, even if it were to be as a rookie: unless the killer eluded them for years. It wasn’t a far off notion as the months flew by, the more they investigated the stranger and more unbelievable the case got. There were witnesses that report that one of the so-called victims was seen leaving the scene of the crime virtually unharmed when said victim was meant to be dead. Were bodies coming back to life to go on a killing spree? If that were the case, their bodies would’ve been missing rather then being in either police custody or the morgue. What other explanation was there? The killer was a mythical shape changer who took the form of his fallen victims? It was a slightly amusing joke meant to lighten the mood, but it all got quiet very suddenly when it was taken into consideration. “Remove the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable must be the truth” The detective’s words still echoed in the mind of the other investigators. An ever changing killer; one who could morph? How ridiculous, it’s the only explanation found; surely the killer used some sort of device to succeed, but the explanation as to “how” to catch him? They’ll need to keep their eyes open for any “clones” of the dead victims. The traces they found of the killer always corresponded to the last victim. When someone is found dead following the same M.O then they’ll report to the media the last victim missing, a trick to capture the doppelganger. It worked, at first. The people kept their eyes open for the doppelganger and spotted it throughout the town; the seemingly killed victims walking around as if nothing had happened, wearing different clothing and a different attitude. The police were hot on the trail, but the killer knew something was up; the murders that had several weeks of interval between them, switched for days. This thing was a pure monster. Nobody was spared. Elderly, young, middle-aged, children and even babies went through the same M.O. Now that the killer seemed rushed, the valuables were no longer taken, but the hearts were still being butchered out. Ernesto did not like this, the more they got closer to actually getting him, the more he went away. He was sworn to secrecy, nobody outside the police force was to know about their little “doppelganger” theory; it was a bit silly as this included more then half of Ernesto’s closest family. The people were scared and a curfew had been established until this killer had been caught. Half of his family were trained police officers, but the other half were still civilian. He had to act quickly and do everything in his power to catch up to this creature before any more of his people are murdered. He used this new resolve as he passed the physical and mental tests to enter the SWAT team. He considered it a great victory, though because of his participation in the current case he would have to wait until after it before he becomes a full time member. He was still part of it part time; it usually meant whenever SWAT was needed, he would don the SWAT Armour. This also meant his remaining free time was being devoured by his new SWAT training. He had to constantly train and getting to learn his new team. Being the rookie and part-time, he was given the role of backup assaulter. He was never the first to enter, and never the last. It was tough keeping the mass media from learning the truth; they couldn’t allow the news of a shape shifting killer to be spread out. The chaos and ensuing panic would make capturing the killer that much harder. The killer got sloppy and sloppier, but still his traces were not found and his victims were getting fresher and fresher; they were getting close. The death who once were well off families with a decent amount of wealth now turned to the common vagabond. They were no longer picked right at their homes, but right their in the abandoned alleyways. Nobody was spared, the killer was getting reckless. The last crime scene was the most horrific and served as a taunt by the killer; a family house had been cleared of its inhabitants. When the police arrived they expected to find bodies, blood and the usual M.O. They found their blood, but only found a single small carcass. The body of a little boy tied to a small chair, a knife protruding from his chest where his heart used to be, and his face positioned to face the door. The face was all torn up, nearly unrecognizable, his little body’s tattered clothing revealed a series of bruises and cuts as his dried blood painted the walls and the floor. There was a message written in blood on the wall: a speech bubble pointed toward the body that read “Oh hAI” with a small smiley face drawn within the “O”. The frustration and anger within the team was apparent. Ernesto couldn’t believe that such a being could exist; the sight was too revolting that even the most powerful of stomachs couldn’t resist. Frankly, who could blame them? The killer also left them a hint; a message written in a young boy’s handwriting. “DeAR PoLIce, Sav mY MoMY ‘n dAdY. 1547 Angeles Perdido” No second was wasted and Ernesto donned his SWAT Armour and was mentally ready to capture this killer. Everybody was eager to end this nightmare as soon as possible. Too many have died; it was time for justice to be served. They were aware this could very well be a trap, so they took every precaution they could. They wasted no time in securing the perimeter, and securing the house, which looked brand new from the outside. Ernesto was put on the secondary five man team, he was to enter from the back, while the primary team would enter from the front. His goal was mainly backup and it was understandable given he was still a rookie. The busted through the doors and cleared the first and second floor. The rooms were empty, literally. No furniture, no dust they never saw anything so clean. If the killer used this as a safe house, then he made it sure it was spotless. All that remained to check was the basement; the entryway being a small white door leading to a creaking staircase and abnormally obscure hallway. The walls seemed to have been painted black, and there was an odd mist emanating from the stairs. This was the only entry and exit leading to the basement. While the primary team was to go down and investigate, the secondary team would stand-by. Ernesto saw the team go down the stairs as they kept the radio line open. It was unnerving, was it really going to end, or did the killer send them on a wild goose chase? He was forced back to reality when they heard various gunshots and horrified screams. They were going to enter, when the door slammed shut in front of them. The screams of their comrades mixed in with gunshots echoed in their minds as they kicked the door opened and quickly moved down the stairs and into the basement. They were there, sprawled on ground: dead. They would’ve taken closer look, but before them they also saw the two kidnapped individual tied to a chair with their mouth and eyes being covered. They mumbled frantically, the tears flowing through the band of their eyes. The room had a disturbing stench and it was kept in the darkness, the exception being the small light bulb over the captured couple. “Please tell me you guys can understand me” A child’s voice was heard speaking as a gun was cocked and pressed against the man’s temple; held by a tiny hand hiding behind said victim. The killer spoke English, not much of an issue were this not mainly a Spanish driven community and English being a tertiary language at best. Ernesto could understand and he spoke up as his comrades kept their guns pointed at the gun wielding child. “I can. Lay down your arms!” The child’s head peeked through and he revealed himself. It was unnerving to realize that their little shape changer theory had proven to be true. The child was, or rather looked like, the dead boy found in the previous house, only alive and wearing a pair of sunglasses. “I don’t really think you’re in the position to order me around. Now… since you’re the only one that seems to be able to understand, I’ll get rid of the other nuisances” As those words were spoken, the door up the stairs slammed closed, as vines of pure darkness emerged from the shadows and grabbed a hold of the SWAT members. They were shocked and tried to fight back, but the vines ensnared them, all of them except Ernesto who was only able to watch. He tried to pull one of his comrades from his trap, but it was no use, the vines were asphyxiating them. Bullets did nothing to it, and one by one they died, their lives taken away. Ernesto stood there in a state of shock. He couldn’t do…anything. What just happened?! He was too angry and pissed off to be scared. “Now that, that’s taken care of, I should probably tell someone of what I’m going to do. Oh, where to start? Where to start?” The killer seemed unfazed by what had just happened, he was instant in using the little boy personae he just acquired and Ernesto couldn’t do anything. In his state of shock he just stood there listening. If he shot him, he’d risk hurting the two kidnapped individuals, and the killer’s small size only increased the risk. “Guess I’ll start with the end. This world will perish and everyone you’ve ever loved will be swallowed whole” The killer laughed out loud. Ernesto didn’t seem to grasp the severity of his words, nor did he realize that the feed of their radio had been dead for some time now. He couldn’t stand it any longer. “What do you mean? You’re saying you’ll kill everyone here?! You’ll have to get through me first. I won’t allow—" Ernesto was interrupted by the child’s laughter. “Hahahaha, Oh, yes. I’m the harbinger of doom. I’ve gathered enough hearts to call THEM to this world” “Hearts?” “OH yeeeees. Can you smell it? Everyone I’ve killed has a piece of them here. I’ve seemed to gather enough… It was such a fright too, especially how the meddling police kept getting closer and closer. I couldn’t allow them to… simply catch me before I was done, and now… Well, I won to put it bluntly.” Ernesto’s heart wrenched itself as he realized that the room was practically filled with the stolen body parts, only the darkness concealed them. It would explain the nauseating smell, the realization only made it worse. Wait… Did he say he was done? “You’re done? Then why isn’t the world ending now?” The killer remained quiet for a bit as he gave him a small smile. “Oh put it is. The only reason why I lured you all here was because I wanted all of you to succumb to it first. Nobody will resist this darkness.” “Then why am I still alive? Why not kill me, like you killed the others?!” “You really think I’ll kill the only thing I’ve been able to talk with since I got here? Plus, what kind of super villain would I be if I didn’t have these long winded celebration speeches? I’ve already won, my power will increase thanks to the darkness, and you’ll die. How sad…” The killer pouted as he pulled the trigger. The bullet blasted through the victim’s skull as the other whimpered loudly in fear as she was drenched in her lover’s blood. The killer quickly stepped behind the other victim; grinning. The killer was mad. None of what he said made sense, but since Ernesto was seemingly the only one here, and there was no word from the outside…. Could it be he spoke the truth? He couldn’t shake off what he saw. The vines killed his comrades, and this child just killed someone before his very eyes. This was the first time in his existence that Ernesto truly felt…small. He gripped his sub-machine gun, unsure of what to do. He couldn’t give him. He couldn’t allow such an evil being to exist. What was he going to do?! “Hahaha, well I’m bored. So I’ll guess. I’ll kill ya and see this world end.” He said with a childish giggle as he didn’t hesitate to shoot the remaining victim in the head. Ernesto was about to shoor when the dark vines grabbed hold of his body. He pulled on them with all of his might, keeping his eyes on the killer. “I won’t… allow… you… to escape!” He gritted in his teeth as he forced his way free from the vines, the killer looking shocked as Ernesto managed to shoot the boy’s hands, his gun disappearing in the darkness. The killer clutched his bloody hand and cursed at Ernesto. “You’re too late. I’ve already won!” He screamed as he backed away. The vines were constantly wrapping around Ernesto’s body. He couldn’t shake them off. He felt as though he was losing grasp with reality. He was plunging deeper and deeper into the darkness as his eyesight began to diminish, but his body still struggled and fought. Ernesto didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to let the killer escape. He had to survive, he had to! He didn’t understand what was happening. He didn’t care; all that mattered to him was to stop this killer. A bright flash of light surrounded Ernesto as the vines backed away much to the shock of the killer. Ernesto didn’t waste a second as he shot the doppelganger. His body fell on his back. Ernesto figured he was the one controlling the shadow and was about to let out a sigh of relief, but the child’s body begun to sink to the ground, being swallowed by the darkness. The vines were back and seemed to be more aggressive then before as Ernesto moved toward the center of the light. The body of the victims too seemed to be getting swallowed by the ground and Ernesto looked around. He couldn’t see anything being the light, and the darkness was closing him on him as the vines were reaching and getting closer. Ernesto aimed his gun around him. He was surrounded and didn’t know what do to. He let out some shots, but they didn’t do anything. He looked helpless as the darkness was about to swallow him whole. He cursed to himself. This had to be a nightmare. He even began to see small figures appear in the darkness. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to be in perpetual darkness. As he was swallowed whole, something kept coming back to him, the police pledge he signed when joining the police: to protect and the serve the innocent law-abiding citizens and to put a stop to crime. Within the darkness he saw an inkling of light and rushed toward it, it got bigger and bigger until it swallowed his whole existence and… Ernesto woke up in a cold sweat. He pushed himself in a seating position and groaned as he clutched his head. He remembered the killer and then… He took off his helmet, goggles and Balaclava and took a look around. He pushed himself to his feet when he realized he had awaken in an alleyway. He peered out and didn’t recognize the place. He then spotted a big sign with yellow lettering. “Welcome to Traverse Town” Mashed Potatoes? There is no spoon |
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