Border of Reality OOC and Signups (Currently on Episode 4)

[Nature-Spirits]

Is that a bad website? Cause in this country it's blocked....

Oh come on. Do you really think that I would post something like that?

Um... well... actually....
Can I hazard a "yes"?

[Malshan]

Oh come on. Do you really think that I would post something like that?

Um... well... actually....
Can I hazard a "yes"?

*sigh*
I would never post any kind of image that could be considered 'bad', unless that 'bad' meant 'ironically funny' or 'just enough asshole-ery to be funny, but not offensive'.

[Nature-Spirits]

Um... well... actually....
Can I hazard a "yes"?

*sigh*
I would never post any kind of image that could be considered 'bad', unless that 'bad' meant 'ironically funny' or 'just enough asshole-ery to be funny, but not offensive'.

Oui, je sais ça. Mais le gouvernement pense que c'est mauvais. Mais ne t'inquiète pas ; ils pensent que tout est mauvais.

[Rupudska]

Um... well... actually....
Can I hazard a "yes"?

*sigh*
I would never post any kind of image that could be considered 'bad', unless that 'bad' meant 'ironically funny' or 'just enough asshole-ery to be funny, but not offensive'.

Really? Because I would totally link something 'bad'. But only if I know you wouldn't click it.

[Malshan]

*sigh*
I would never post any kind of image that could be considered 'bad', unless that 'bad' meant 'ironically funny' or 'just enough asshole-ery to be funny, but not offensive'.

Really? Because I would totally link something 'bad'. But only if I know you wouldn't click it.

I don't have THAT much faith in you guys humanity.

[Esternial]

Adding a character

Name: Overseer ██████ █████, codename "Mercer"
Age: 43
Species: Human (?)
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 198 lbs
General Appearance/pic:

Powers/abilities:
Teleportation (aka "Blinking")
██████ is capable of travelling short distance in an instant, allowing him a clear advantage in close combat. When he does so, his body is temporarily coated in a black fog which visibly disperses upon activation of this power, leaving a small plume in the spot he once stood.
Dark Energy Manipulation
Also powering his ability to teleport, ██████ wields dark energy for a few purposes, although he exhibits a limited mastery of it. His abilities include: conjuring a shield from pure dark energy, creating objects or projectiles and limited levitation, with no further notable powers.
Physical Aptitude
██████ has a notable physical prowess, both in terms of raw strength, agility, perception and reaction time. Combined with his teleportation, this makes ██████ a formidable opponent in close combat and near-impossible to hit with firearms - unless he has not noticed the incoming round.
Short bio: ██████ was born as the son of an Army General, so quickly became indoctrinated into the military. His father was rarely home and his mother was slowly losing interest in their marriage, which inadvertently became the cause of ██████'s choice to abandon his father's dream of him joining the military and pursued a career in science instead, finally graduating as an experimental physicist. Through some kind of event, he ended up with Dr. █████ ████, condemned as a mad scientist by the entire scientific community for his attempt in establishing a trans-dimensional gate. Thanks to ██████'s assistance, Dr. ████ managed to establish an unstable gate to another dimension, which resulted in the death of Dr. ████. ██████ ended up in a coma. Camera footage suggests that an entity passed through the dimensional gate and entered Dr. ████'s body, resulting in his death, before passing on to ██████. Scientists were baffled and pretty much put in their place by the late Dr. ████, who was basically doing a victory dance from the afterlife while the entire scientific community tried to figure out what happened. When ██████ woke up, he was approached by members of ███ ██████, a ████ █████████ ████████ ██████ ██ ██████ ████████ ████ ███ ██████ ███ █████ ████ ████ ████. He accepted their proposal to join their ranks and eventually worked himself up to the rank of Overseer, where he became tasked with managing a side-branch that specialized in ████████ ███████ and ████████ ██████. After the reality shift event, he exhibited a change in personality and the ability to harness the power that killed Dr. ████ and knocked him into a coma, although he kept this power hidden from all his subordinates and superior except those that were loyal only to him, only using them should he really have to.
Current location/situation: ██████ █████: ██████ (coordinates ██°██'S ██°██'W)

[Esternial]

I've just created a sekrit governmental organisation in charge of monitoring and capturing supernatural human beings.

[Malshan]

I've just created a sekrit governmental organization in charge of monitoring and capturing supernatural human beings.

It's either SCP or based almost entirely on SCP. It doesn't look like you created much. Subject 13 is the cement statue thing that acts like the Angels from Doctor Who, except that it snaps your neck to kill you.

[Esternial]

I've just created a sekrit governmental organization in charge of monitoring and capturing supernatural human beings.

It's either SCP or based almost entirely on SCP. It doesn't look like you created much. Subject 13 is the cement statue thing that acts like the Angels from Doctor Who, except that it snaps your neck to kill you.

Yes. Yes it is.

And you've managed to sink my determination to use it for something now >.>

[Malshan]

It's either SCP or based almost entirely on SCP. It doesn't look like you created much. Subject 13 is the cement statue thing that acts like the Angels from Doctor Who, except that it snaps your neck to kill you.

Yes. Yes it is.

And you've managed to sink my determination to use it for something now >.>

I'm not sure if I should feel bad, or be glad about this.

[Esternial]

Yes. Yes it is.

And you've managed to sink my determination to use it for something now >.>

I'm not sure if I should feel bad, or be glad about this.

Your choice.

[Malshan]

I'm not sure if I should feel bad, or be glad about this.

Your choice.

I'm going to go with 'neither' and feel completely indifferent about it.

[Stattr]

*sigh*
I would never post any kind of image that could be considered 'bad', unless that 'bad' meant 'ironically funny' or 'just enough asshole-ery to be funny, but not offensive'.

Oui, je sais ça. Mais le gouvernement pense que c'est mauvais. Mais ne t'inquiète pas ; ils pensent que tout est mauvais.

I agree.

[Monfrox]

So, my campus is doing a Humans Versus Zombies game and I've been writing journal entries to get into it as much as possible. Who wants to read them?

[Nature-Spirits]

So, my campus is doing a Humans Versus Zombies game and I've been writing journal entries to get into it as much as possible. Who wants to read them?

Sure, why not? After all, I do need yet another reason not to do homework.

[Monfrox]

Campus Map

How this started.

October 25, 2012
Day 0
Harshman -Anderson Hall
0210 Hours
Journal Entry #1

Went out at around midnight tonight when I first got word of an suspected outbreak. Turns out they were right, at least that's what everyone else thought. The area around the Education Building And Math Science Building was a complete madhouse of activity. Should be interesting for classes tomorrow.

On my way to investigate, I noticed that some people banded together in squads and were suspicious of anyone they didn't know. I avoided them until a person holding a rather small dart weapon came up behind me and accused me of being infected. I raised my own, much larger blaster and waved him back when he got to close.

After a while, the rest of his squad came up and it was a standoff until one of the people I met early on came up and vouched for me. The squad seemed to be a real rag-tag group, and I helped that case as well. Their names are real different as well: Ardo, Leeroy, Solora, Mouse, Grizzly, and I, S.T.A.L.K.E.R. I hope things get under control soon, but who knows what'll happen. I'm getting some rest for now. I'll need my strength for the coming days ahead.

October 25, 2012
Day 0
Harshman - Anderson Hall
1913 Hours
Journal Entry #2

Things are going from bad to worse. As of now there are 65 Zombies roaming around campus. Still don't understand why classes aren't cancelled, but I guess the school doesn't really run the campus like we've been told. There's talk of about a corporation called Regenschirm that may be pulling all the strings but I don't believe in rumors.

To make it even worse, two of the squadmates I met yesterday have turned. Ardo and Solora. Ardo was a bit arrogant and always talked about hunting the zombies down so it really didn't come to me as much of a shock when I found out. To me, he had it coming. But I had escorted Solora back to her hall so it came to me like that sinking feeling. She knows that I'm in the same hall as her so that gives me even more reason to be alert.

There are hunting parties gathering around campus to go and try to take out the infected, but I don't think I'm going to risk it. I'm already paranoid enough as it is so I don't need any other outside help. I wish them luck because I know they are going to need it.

So far the areas that have the most activity reported is around the Student Union. I haven't seen any groups of zombies around my hall yet, or my classes. Speaking of classes, one of my friends from my Russian class was turned. I asked my professor if he'd find it in his heart to let me leave a few minutes earlier than normal. To him, it was a few minutes. But to me, it was precious time to get my bike and get out of there before my friend came after me. Good thing too, because I swear he was eyeing me all class period.

I may head out again tonight for a lone scouting mission. May start a squad. May do a lot of things, but it all depends on if the risk is worth the reward. And right now, it doesn't look like it is.

October 25, 2012
Day 0
Harshman - Anderson Hall
2325 Hours
Journal entry #3

This was a huge boost of moral for me. At around 2057, I left the safety of my dorm room to scout out the area from my hall to Memorial Hall. Which, was about a 5 minute walk. I figured that if I headed around, I could let people know what was going on in the area. But, as fate would have it, there was something different in store for me.

On my way out, I happened upon three survivors chatting with an Army ROTC cadet. I walked up, introduced myself, exchanged in some small talk, and got to know them. They went by Pete, Hill Billy, and Pony Boy. After a couple minutes, I told them about my scouting mission. They saw an opportunity and asked me to join them. I was reluctant, and paranoid as all hell (a statement to which I made to them to constantly explain my behavior), and not sure if this was going to work out at all.

We decided to cut in and then make a patrol around to Kreischer which was the hall across from ours. Seemed simple enough to me and we didn't run into any resistance except for one lone zombie so I, hesitantly, said yes and went with them.

At a point where we got to Ols Camp, which was a straight shot down the road from Kreischer, we were approached by another survivor wearing a BDU blouse that he kept from his time in the AFROTC.

We were on a simple mission, but he proposed something that sounded like it was out of a Tom Clancy novel. We were to help him extract a total badass of a survivor that was revered as such from a Christian service on campus once it was over. He also told us about how, in the past, zombies seemed to gather around the building at this time and wait for the right time to attack and overcome said survivor.

I was all for just going home at that point. I could've walked away and said 'NOPE!' and gone back to the safety of my dorm. But, I didn't. I stuck with him and came to find out that he was a badass as well. He had lasted entire games over the years, so I told myself I was in good hands. He taught us tactics and strategies of all sorts, and told me my blaster was a total POS after I demonstrated it to him.

But it was only about to get even better. We holed up in one of the Ols Camp lecture halls for a time as zombies roamed around outside and inside the building. The service was supposed to let out at around 2100, and at the time it was 2045.

The survivor introduced himself as Denucci. He told us that another survivor known as Oracle, was leading an extraction team to draw away and hordes from the building while we escorted the survivor out. When 2100 rolled around, we were told that the service was lasting a little longer than we had originally hoped, and I got that sinking feeling again. "Oh hell," I thought. "I'm going to die tonight."

I was keeping my head on a swivel all the time as we walked through the halls to the outside. I expected a horde waiting for us and him making us bolt, but it was a different story.

I spotted a couple survivors walking outside and they spotted us. I tapped Denucci on the shoulder and thumbed to the door. A girl, who was dressed up almost exactly like Claire Redfield from Resident Evil, waved us over to her saying 'Come with me if you want to live'.

I sure as hell wanted to live, so with a 'Yes ma'am!', I made for the door with the rest of our group. i stepped outside and almost cried tears of joy. Standing outside the building, were about 30 to 45 other human survivors. This was the extraction team, and my beacon of light in this darkness.

I talked with the group, met some people, chit-chatted, and shot the breeze while we waited. Oracle was there as well and HO-LEE HELL! is all I'm going to say about her. I knew I was in for a treat now that we had a giant group.

At a point where I was about done, a small escort team walked outside and joined with us with our VIP in tow. From there, we went off to the Wolfe Center. Amazingly, there were no attacks, even when I saw zombies stalking the outside from Epler.

At the Wolfe Center, we decided our next move. I asked Denucci if he still needed me and he took me along. The group split into three squads. Some were escorted to their halls, others went out to hunt a horde of zombies that were gathering at the Union Circle.

I went with Oracle and Denucci with Claire and a few others to the Sundial for some much needed food and relaxation. We exchanged stories about anything and everything as we ate, talked about what to do and who to get in contact with, and who to call when you don't think you can get to where you need to go without getting eaten in the process.

At the time when we went our separate ways, I led four other humans to our building and reflected on the success that I had just been a part of. I just hope that money my mom sent me comes in so I can get a new blaster, because as of right now, I'm only expected to take on one zombie in a group whereas others are expected to take down at least three or four by themselves.

One can hope that the next days will be better, and as long as I stick with these guys, I have a feeling that this isn't going to be as bad as I had originally thought.

October 26, 2012
Day 1
Harshman - Anderson Hall
2254 Hours
Journal Entry #4
Mission 1

So, in my infinite wisdom, I went out at around 1803 to go make a tour around my section of campus. Went from my Hall to the Fine Arts Center, then from there to Epler, then around Ols Camp, and then back to my Hall. I only ran into one zombie and booked it because I knew that my blaster wasn't going to do much.

Once back in my dorm, I accessed my email to see that I had received a message about a mission briefing at Ols Camp at 2100. There was an amnesty period that begun around 2030 so everyone was ensured a safe arrival.

The briefing was pretty straight forward: There were two yellow gas cans somewhere on campus that we had to collect and bring back to our staging area, which was on top of the Jerome Library deck. We also had to solve a puzzle, which was a couple games of hangman to get some passwords and then call a number to transmit the codes to that the puzzle master would give us once the puzzle was complete.

Having learned from last night, I stuck to Denucci like glue. I made the right call because the survivor we had extracted last night, Jessup, was with us along with four moderators. One of which, was an officer.

We hatched a plan while the others tried to focus on getting groups around to getting out of here. We went from the deck to Kreischer and searched around that end of campus before making a cut back around my Hall and into Fraternity Row. From there, we cut through into Fraternity Circle and went on down past into the area around South Hall and University Hall.

On our way over, we had gotten word that a horde was practically following our path around, which made us have to move even quicker. But when we went around to Schatzel Hall, we had received word that all the objectives had been completed.

Not wanting to stick around, we started moving back. Apparently, we had to make it back to the library deck in order to complete the mission. Unfortunately, and how very predictable, the horde had gathered around it.

We were told that if the horde had caught up with us, that we were going to stick together and fight back. We had enough ammo between the lot of us to kill that horde three times over, so I was feeling pretty good about our chances. We backtracked to the area around Centennial Hall and then decided that is was now or never as we made a move for the library deck.

We arrived to the strangest thing. It was completely void of any activity at all. There was no horde, but there were also no humans either. One of the mods got a call and told us that they had already started the debriefing without them. In my eyes, we lucked out so well in that situation. When we got to the debriefing, we came to find that only around 10 humans were turned, bring the zombies numbers over the 100 mark.

I didn't care, because we showed them what's what, kicked ass, took names, and chewed bubblegum. I felt so good to still be alive. I relayed the results of the mission to Oracle, who was very pleased with the info. After that, I told Denucci that from now on, I'm sticking under his wing when we're out and I'll be calling him if I get into more trouble than I can handle.

October 28, 2012
Day 3
Harshman - Anderson Hall
1746 Hours
Journal Entry #5
Mission 2

Today went by like yesterday: slow and uneventful. I checked my school email to find this message.

Loyal Regenschirm employess:

You no doubt have noticed that half of the employees have started revolting. Due to your contracts, you must protect Regenschirm and all of its assets from future harm. The revolters have injected a serum that seems to make them angrier and crave human flesh. This is actually a good thing. Now you aren't committing murder, you are putting down rapid animals. See? Now, GET BACK TO WORK!

Get together tonight at 9pm in Math Sci 210 and we will assign everyone new tasks to help quell this menace. We will release calming pheromones that we reverse-engineered from a cat's collar at 8:30pm. This will cause both sides to calm down long enough for you to get to the briefing (Amnesty starts at 8:30pm) Bring your IDs to prove you are a loyal employee.
All supervisors (mods) please report to a staff meeting at 8:30pm in Math Sci 210.
--
~The Secretary

Needless to say that I am tied to this corporation and didn't even know it. Well, guess I better get ready...

October 28, 2012
Day 3
Harshman - Anderson Hall
2240 Hours
Journal Entry #6
Mission 2

The Mission went off without (somewhat) of a hitch. It was pretty simple, really. There were three components scattered around campus that we humans were supposed to get. Since our last mission was such a success, we already knew exactly where they were. I had grabbed a friend along the way who was fairly new like I was. I told him to stick to me, Denucci, or Oracle at all times.

After the briefing, our group made our way to our first objective to find that the horde was on it's way to us. We formed a circle around the human trying to get the component and were scattered when we were rushed.

One zombie ran for me after my blaster jammed and I had to throw him off. I backed up and was beset by another. I had to throw him off as well. Little did I know what was behind me. I backed up and tripped over a large rock and immediately fell onto my back. A couple seconds later another human fell on me and I began to feel an excruciating pain in my lower torso.

The mods gave me an immunity shot and told me I was out of the mission for the rest of the night. I sighed and agreed as it was a rough fall. I helped them retrieve the stun darts that were left as the humans vacated and completed the objective. I noticed my friend moving off one direction and Denucci and Oracle moving off the other.

I had a bad feeling about him, and I was right. When the mission was over, I saw that he had been turned. He'll get no sympathy from me, as I told him over and over what to do. Oracle said I did good for the time that I was in and Denucci said my injury was 'respectable' at best. I just hope it didn't leave me infertile.

As the mission was completed, antidotes were in the process of being made. Unfortunately, we don't know if a zombie or human will be carrying them until Regenschirm sends out a company email. I just hope that I can get one in time.

October 30, 2012
Day 5
Harshman - Anderson Hall
0020 Hours
Journal Entry #7

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October 31, 2012
Day 6
Harshman - Anderson Hall
0013 Hours
Journal Entry #8
Mission 3

What a disaster. Not only did the weather completely screw us, but most of the humans didn't even show. We had only around a total of 30 people with us. No wonder we failed. I missed the briefing so technically I wasn't even supposed to go, but I tried. I made it ten minutes in before my stomach started disagreeing with me and telling me that I needed to head to the bathroom or else.

I felt so ashamed that I had to duck out of the mission, but Denucci and Oracle were still alive and told me not to worry. There weren't many humans that were turned, and they only completed one objective.

When I was out there, I had lost my antidote that I had grabbed earlier. Ohhhh man was that hard. It was around 1600, after my Russian class got out, that Denucci told me to head over to the Union. At first, I thought he was straight up insane. Then he told me that that was where the Mod was giving out antidotes.

I had missed my chance on Monday because I had to head up to the Airport for my class on Airport Ground Operations. I also didn't want to go because the antidotes were in the hands of a zombie and I knew that was a no go for me. Now, I had a second chance.

I rode my bike to the Union bricks, which was a designated safe zone, and waited for him. Once I found him, I told him my situation. It was 1700 and I had a class at 1800 at the Psych building. He knew that I was paranoid and completely chicken shit, but he tried to break me of that by telling me to get out there and grab what I came here for. He must've underestimated me, because in my mind, there was no way in Hell I was going to step out with around 7 zeds literally breathing down my neck.

God bless that man, Denucci, because what happened next took balls. He went one way off the bricks and drew the zeds away from me. He took out all but one before he made it back into the safe zone and I saw my opening. I jumped over a small wall and rant o the mod. I pleaded for the antidote, but he said he couldn't because I had left the safe zone in a bad form. Apparently, you weren't allowed to jump over the wall. I was crushed, but there was no time to feel depressed. I knew that the zeds that were still alive were wise now, so I went back and aimed to get it fair and square.

I stood at the edge of the bricks, took a deep breath, cocked my blaster, looked around, and booked it to the mod with my human ID out. One was hanging out with them, but he was stunned and just didn't put his bandanna down yet. I shot him to make sure and saw another zed come after me.

This was the one zed that spurred my seventh journal entry of madness. He had come to my dorm and saw that I was still alive. He taunted me, saying that he was going to get a strike force of zeds out to get just me. I played it off like it was nothing, but inside I was sweating bullets.

He made a move for me, but I was fast. I tagged him, grabbed the antidote, and booked it to the safe zone. The next two words out of my mouth were 'Never, again'. That was enough excitement for me for that day, and I made a point of gloating to the one zed. Strike team my ass, he was the only one there. He was also kind of sore about it, but it was all in good fun. Well, that double middle-fingered salute may not have been, but I didn't care.

The antidote was a wrist band with red hand prints all over the outside, but I over thought it. I didn't think you were actually supposed to put it on, which in retrospect, seems like a rather weird idea. It fell out of my pocket on the way to the mission briefing.

Saddened that I could not have been more help to my comrades, I did the walk of shame after chatting it up with some of the zeds that had also left during the amnesty period. I was so ready to accept the fact that I had lost it when I glanced underneath a lamppost outside my dorm. There, in the light, was my rolled up antidote.

I hastily retrieved it and began kissing it as if it was a long lost significant other. No, not that intense, stop it. It was like a scene from a movie as I clutched it to my heart and said that it was mine and no one else's. This antidote could very well save my life in the coming day.

Today is the last day, and I still have my humanity. To be honest, I didn't expect myself to last until the weekend, but I guess I just need some confidence. The final stand happens tonight, and I'm going to be as prepared as I can for it. Denucci is still trying to get me to break from my paranoia, so this is going to be very interesting. I just hope that if I go down, I go down fighting. Denucci once said to me: 'If you aren't tired, and there are still darts in your blaster, you did it wrong.'

*cue exit theme*

November 1, 2012
Day 7
Harshman - Anderson Hall
1929 Hours
Journal Entry #9
Final Stand

I have just received a new message from the Regenschirm Secretary today. It is as follows:

Loyal Employees:
Due to recent events, it has been deemed unsafe to remain at this facility. Therefore we will be evacuating all loyal employees tonight to a new facility where work will continue as planned. Time is of the essence, so please be at your evacuation location (Math Sci 210) by 9:30 sharp. Regenschirm Corp. is not liable for any personal injury due to being left behind if late for the meeting.

Please show up properly prepared to leave. Make sure you have watched the video posted on the front page of the website. Only bring what you can carry, as nothing can be left in the meeting room. Also, we ask that you enjoy your last meal and come properly stretched BEFORE the meeting. As always, you must have your ID to enter.

All red and white level supervisors (mods and medics) are asked to meet at 9pm in Math Sci 210 to go over the evacuation plan.
Thank you, and have a wonderful last day at this facility.
--
~The Secretary

With 193 Zeds against 245 Humans, I have a feeling that we'll be losing a lot of people tonight. I myself am not sure if I'll be able to go home once this is done. Jennifer, mother, don't feel sorry if I can't make it home. Rachael, make sure you stay out of trouble. Don't come looking for me if I don't show up within a couple days. Ian, Derrick, you guys are awesome friends and I'm glad I met you. For everyone else, stay safe. As for me...I'm either getting out of here alive, or in a body bag. You know what they say: 'Pin my medals upon my chest...tell my momma I did my best.'

I'm getting ready right now for what's coming. I know it's not going to be easy, but I just hope that somehow, through it all, I'll make it out okay. As long as I stay with Denucci and Oracle, I'll have a chance. Stay safe, everyone. I hope to see you soon...

*comes in wearing a BDU blouse over a black zip up hoodie and a NESA t-shirt with BDU pants, a NESA cover with tac goggles on top of it, and black combat boots while carrying a CS-35 Raider and lays a piece of paper on the table*

November 2, 2012
Day 8
Harshman - Anderson Hall
0004 Hours
Journal Entry #10
Epilogue

Out of all the humans to survive, only three not counting myself made it to the evac point. All I know was that Oracle had made it and Denucci didn't. I was shoved over the chains into the point after taking down at least 20 of them. They won't say I made it officially, but no one could've touched me. I only had about 8 darts left in my 35 round drum magazine by the end, but I made it.

I lived as few survivors dared to dream...and if I went out, my last words out of my mouth would've been 'OH GAWD, MOMMA!' So for now, I remain vigilant of another outbreak and hope that maybe I could be an officer. Goodnight everyone, I'll be home for the holidays. B-G! UNDEAD!

[Malshan]

I now know where Sedge's flag is from.

*is watching Donnie Darko*

[Monfrox]

I now know where Sedge's flag is from.

*is watching Donnie Darko*

I don't know, I first saw the image on the cover of a Led Zeppelin album.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Adding a character

Name: Overseer ██████ █████, codename "Mercer"
Age: 43
Species: Human (?)
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 198 lbs
General Appearance/pic:

(Image)

Powers/abilities:
Teleportation (aka "Blinking")
██████ is capable of travelling short distance in an instant, allowing him a clear advantage in close combat. When he does so, his body is temporarily coated in a black fog which visibly disperses upon activation of this power, leaving a small plume in the spot he once stood.
Dark Energy Manipulation
Also powering his ability to teleport, ██████ wields dark energy for a few purposes, although he exhibits a limited mastery of it. His abilities include: conjuring a shield from pure dark energy, creating objects or projectiles and limited levitation, with no further notable powers.
Physical Aptitude
██████ has a notable physical prowess, both in terms of raw strength, agility, perception and reaction time. Combined with his teleportation, this makes ██████ a formidable opponent in close combat and near-impossible to hit with firearms - unless he has not noticed the incoming round.
Short bio: ██████ was born as the son of an Army General, so quickly became indoctrinated into the military. His father was rarely home and his mother was slowly losing interest in their marriage, which inadvertently became the cause of ██████'s choice to abandon his father's dream of him joining the military and pursued a career in science instead, finally graduating as an experimental physicist. Through some kind of event, he ended up with Dr. █████ ████, condemned as a mad scientist by the entire scientific community for his attempt in establishing a trans-dimensional gate. Thanks to ██████'s assistance, Dr. ████ managed to establish an unstable gate to another dimension, which resulted in the death of Dr. ████. ██████ ended up in a coma. Camera footage suggests that an entity passed through the dimensional gate and entered Dr. ████'s body, resulting in his death, before passing on to ██████. Scientists were baffled and pretty much put in their place by the late Dr. ████, who was basically doing a victory dance from the afterlife while the entire scientific community tried to figure out what happened. When ██████ woke up, he was approached by members of ███ ██████, a ████ █████████ ████████ ██████ ██ ██████ ████████ ████ ███ ██████ ███ █████ ████ ████ ████. He accepted their proposal to join their ranks and eventually worked himself up to the rank of Overseer, where he became tasked with managing a side-branch that specialized in ████████ ███████ and ████████ ██████. After the reality shift event, he exhibited a change in personality and the ability to harness the power that killed Dr. ████ and knocked him into a coma, although he kept this power hidden from all his subordinates and superior except those that were loyal only to him, only using them should he really have to.
Current location/situation: ██████ █████: ██████ (coordinates ██°██'S ██°██'W)

When did you start working for SCP?

[The Drone Empire]

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My Chevrolet Volt is now a makeshift semi hard-top convertible, minus the removable roof, via tree.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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My Chevrolet Volt is now a makeshift semi hard-top convertible, minus the removable roof, via tree.

The tree still wants it to be summer.

[The Drone Empire]

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My Chevrolet Volt is now a makeshift semi hard-top convertible, minus the removable roof, via tree.

The tree still wants it to be summer.

Yeah, well that tree can go fuck itself.

oh wait, it already does.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The tree still wants it to be summer.

Yeah, well that tree can go fuck itself.

oh wait, it already does.

Tree porn. Now there's a large unexplored area.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Yeah, well that tree can go fuck itself.

oh wait, it already does.

Tree porn. Now there's a large unexplored area.

Not as unexplored as you seem to think. -Shudders-

[Monfrox]

This thread just got really creepy...