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No face. No name. No identity, at least as is seen from the outside.
The Faceless are an elite special forces unit of the Borogravian Star Empire. When a colony gets out of line, the marines go in. When the marines get into trouble and the resources are too valuable for bombardment, they send in The Faceless.
Tales of their brutality and ruthlessness are legendary, as are tales of their durability.
Their only known weakness is cats. for some reason.

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Let it never be said an Incubus could not pilot a plane. 'Iriko' as he is referred to as (seeing as his true name is 100+ characters long) takes a great joy in flying one of the most exclusive planes in the world. Only open to those with exuberant sums of money, or the times that the eccentric captain will randomly choose a person to come on the flight for no reason. (IE: He once invited a homeless man on-board, who turned out to be quite the interesting character.) The flights and plane are of any otherworldly proportion. The flight attendants appear in whatever form is most pleasing to the individual passengers. Same with the rest of the flight (usually lasting an upwards of 24 hours.) The drinks are however the client likes them, and so is everything else. They may fulfill their wildest pleasures, talk with famous dead men who appear for a in-flight meal or drinking, simply watch the best movie ever created, or sit up with the Captain. The truth is, Iriko is terribly lonesome up there in the cockpit. While he feeds off of all the pleasure, the last person to come up and say 'hi' did so nearly 400 years past. That being the reasons he invites strangers on random. Hoping that one mortal or two will be able to disregard their carnal pleasures or vested interests to pay him a visit. He has been disappointed so far, but it will not deter him. For the mortal who actually cares enough will receive quite the reward indeed. Of course, if any knew this, they would no doubt kill to sit up with him. So it is merely a waiting game for him now, and he has a lot of time. The only thing worse than being immortal, is being lonely and immortal.

The edgiest villain in the history of edge has come.
You cut your eyeballs just looking at him.
His armour is made of pure bismuth.
His unbreakable katana was folded 50000 times by japanese dwarves. In japan.

After the death of the rest of the Mystery Crew and the loss of the Mystery Machine, Shaggy and Scoby had to resort to unusual measures to get around and solve mysteries.
Yes. they could have settled down and Shaggy could have gotten a job, but had didn't have any marketable skills beyond solving mysteries, and great danes eat a LOT.
So, it was back on the road. Sort of. Mailing themselves from place to place in a case, because while one could pass a driving test, he wasn't the one who spoke English.
And let me tell you, a week in a trunk going cross-country with a gigantic dog? The smell was not pretty.

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Irenka Borodin

Once an impressive knight who served under the forces of Earl Samias Northwest. She is now a retired veteran as she was honorably discharged for impressive military records.

However instead of settling down in the usual manner, she decided to serve as a noble boy's servant. She now serves as a maid for noble boy Cyrus Jerenko, who not only acts as a faithful servant, but even as a loyal bodyguard at times. Its uncertain why Irenka Borodin chose to serve as the noble boy's maid and bodyguard, but there are rumors she and the boy are in a "relationship."

Again it was just rumors and gossip and Irenka does her job well, while the noble boy Cyrus Jerenko proves to be a good and skilled noble for someone who's just 15.

Comrade Reynolds. A post-apocalyptic themed thug for hire who wanders around taking and accepting jobs and contracts from anyone who's got certain "problems needed fixing."

His latest escapades and adventures involved him kidnapping the child of an adventurer for some enigmatic shadow organization. But sadly for him; ended up being killed by the adventurer-parent(s) of the child he helped kidnap.

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Captain Ivor Vladimirivich Bikmeeva and his daughter, Sofia Ivornovna.

The Captain is a veteran of the Killonic Wars, losing his eye defending against boarders on his cruiser the Christian. His daughter, Sofia, leveraged her father's fame after his heroism into a reality tv deal, and though he doesn't exactly approve of her lifestyle, the elder Bikmeeva loves her all the same, as family is family.

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Sure Veeky Forums, give this one a try.

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STRAYS Operator Ari. As a rifleman in the newly formed STRAYS unit, she offers the standard gamut that would be expected of any operator: rapid deployment, urban warfare, patrol, and bodyguard services, on top of excellent marksmanship and training with every single nation's small arms and countless vehicles.

Of course, the trademark of the STRAYS unit is the fully functional cat ears and tail, which are rumoured to be signs of biological augmentation. No official documents are published about the project, but in the few deployments STRAYS has been fielded in, they were reported to have "extreme agility" as well as "impeccable senses" and most unanimously, "were actually really cute."

The coordinator for the STRAYS program could not be found to issue a statement on why all the STRAYS operatives seemed to be attractive females with cat ears. The only traces of him that were found were countless shipping invoices from various animation studios and figure shops in Japan.

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The older, worn soldier was growing weary of these two hanging around him all the time. The blond elf had moved up quickly through the ranks, the brass had hailed him as a protégé. He was an "alright" guy, they might actually get along, but the elf always had that horrid, fucking smile on his face. The soldier wouldn't stand for that.

The redheaded woman was another of his youngers, but she seemed to have a wee more wits about her, when she used them, that is. And while she had earned her post, she tended to lord over others, using her position to micromanage everyone, the cunt.

The soldier shouldn't have to stand gor this. He fought through the most bloody battles of the Hankurei campaign, had been in the military for the last fourteen years, and had killed many. Yet here he was, being assigned to a desk jockey position far from the front, with these two asshats. This won't do. At. All.

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"Four-Arms Cynthia" was what she was called. Wanted criminal for the following crimes:

-Armed Robbery
-Grand Theft Auto
-Kidnapping for ransom
-Injuring law enforcement officers and agents
-Illegal weapons possession
-Attempted assassination of key public figure

She has bounties set on top of her head; both from the law enforcement and other rival criminal gangs and organizations, she can be captured alive or be killed with proof.

She is currently on the run, jumping from state to state. As of now she is laying low as possible to which she can leave the country to escape the authorities and other rivals.

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Is that tree supposed to be a reference to the guy's erect dick?

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The Mass

A collective consciousness of souls that have unified into a malignant form.

Spawned from the conflict of good and evil in the year of creation, The Mass is the offspring of the last of the dark gods. Sealed to the center of the mortal planet, the creature hungers for souls to add.

Using its intelligence, the creature goads people and tempts them to do wicked. It is said that those who do evil without repentance or grace are lost to the will of The Mass. Sects related to The Mass are done in secret. Those few dark priests who dedicate their souls to The Mass willingly become malformed creatures, becoming its agents on the mortal realm.

The scriptures say that when The Mass becomes strong enough, it will war against the surface world and do battle with the gods and mortals. Should it win the war against the gods, it will destroy known reality. Those who submit to it become part of the collective consciousness. Those who oppose The Mass are "soul-scrubbed", redacted from existence.

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One of the Mage Knights of Aljabr, an ancient order dedicated to preserving the knowledge left behind after the fall of the continent-spanning Albion Empire.

Here one of their commanders is receiving a report from one of his scouts, regarding the position of the eastern hordes of Sakra Khan, a warlord who had designs on their vast stockpile of magical knowledge and artifacts.

The Nasaghast

The souls of the brave voyagers lost to the unforgiving void of space. They have been reborn as wraiths that protect the lives of astronauts, so that they do not befall the same fate.

Conrad "Shark" Spence

They say Shark's worked on ships since he could talk. They say he slew a kraken with a knife between his teeth and eyes full of bloodlust. He's a supposed courtier of every noble lady of the Artherian Line, and has ransacked every merchant ship that has crossed his path while doing so. He has the ears of his foes locked in a chest in his quarters, and some even say that due to a bet he made with the god of the sea, he can never be slain so long as he is on his waters.

These are all rumors. Lies. Puffery made up by people who idolize his stories more than they do him. Conrad is just a lucky fellow who won a ship and crew in a card game. He likes mulled wine, clear skies, and wants to become a spice trader. Unfortunately, his reputation precedes him, and people are far too obsessed with his stories to actually listen to what he has to say. They always think it's another scheme, or a trick made up by Shark.

A part of him is almost ready to give up on wanting to be an honest trader, and wonders if maybe he should try and live up to the rumors. But another part of him just wants to make money and settle down with a decent looking wife and a few children of his own.

Duilius Ennius

Every era has their strangeness. Their heroes. Most of them do noble deeds, or perform great acts to appease the gods. Not Duilius. He would be killed once they found out what he had done. He knew this. He knew he would be hunted down and slain, and his kinsmen would scorn his name for years to come. But he knew he did the right thing, killing his fellows. He had to.

They had darker reasons for joining conflict. Baser reasons. Primal, even. Werewolves were only a story, they said. Duilius was terrified of them. The thought of them was enough to make his skin crawl, giving humanity away to become some malformed abomination. Yet here they were, his friends. He'd broken bread with these men. He'd given them his water, talked about their families, and even fought back to back with these men. No, not men. Monsters. They were werewolves, the whole lot of them. The rest of the camp was ablaze, and Duilius had pursued the rest of them through the forest. They would not be free to get away, just like he would not be free of his own fate.

He may die a traitor soon, but he will know glory in his own heart, for he had purged away the foul taint of these "men" from the land..

This Guy. Call him Smokin' Swordsman.

You ever hear that song about falling in love with a girl from the countryside who turned out to be a demon?
Yeah. I was the inspiration for that. Met this girl, fell in love, all that jazz. I was working on a farm. She was the daughter, or rather the 'daughter' of the farmer. I was there for the summer; harvest, clear, re-plant, general labour, etc etc. Just something to bring in money while I was on my travels. Initially, she just liked watching the men work, teasing with glimpses of her legs in those flimsy summer dresses. Then she started taking an interest in me, personally. The other labourers warned me; saying she was bad news and bad luck. I ignored them; she was hot, I was horny, why should I listen to a bunch of guys who made that sort of heavy work a living? What did THEY know about life and love?
Turns out, a lot. More than me.
Oh, but it was good while it lasted. As I said, she was hot, I was horny, she wanted the D.
She wanted more than my dick; she wanted my soul, too. But, first, my seed. A proper heir to her father's business. Her REAL father, not the farmer she'd hypnotised.
I did the only thing I COULD do when I found out what she really was. I mean, once I'd made sure I wasn't just seeing things, and she wasn't trapping me inside her or anything.
I ran. And I wrote a song about it as a cautionary tale. But then some other bard came along one night while I was playing in a tavern, altered the song, ran it through his band, and made a hit from it.
Bastard.

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Dude, how green-minded are you? There's no dick joke in there. It just a tree with some vines. Besides the tree's to far obscure in the background to be a dick anyways.

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People thought it was a joke but it was not. A Goblin Bard a calls himself "Larrys." or just "Larry." Would come every now and then not to sing, but just do does nice sounding solos with his random instruments that he'd bring.

He does not ask for compensation for his performances as he claims he just wants to play some tunes for people and passerbys. He also helps a bit by using his tunes to lure out rodents and lead them out of the city he performs.

He's all good and all in fact that even though he doesn't demand pay, people still give him gold for his services.

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Is that supposed to be Kim Jung-Un?

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No way, if were Kim Jung-Un, he'd be much, MUCH shorter than that. And we all know how much Manlets are Norkies.

Also if it were the eyes that gave it off, its just the artstyle i Guess.

hopefully this thread is still alive

He was a strange kid from the very childhood, and always liked experimenting, combining, studying. Countless pieces of junk, dead insects and frogs were deconstructed into their basic elements and added to the shelf with strange, commonly poisonous, liquids. "What did I do wrong? Huh? Huh?"
Formal education in ways of alchemy seemed pretty boring, but he did discover much intertesting and useful things, answering many questions he asked himself abot the chemicals. Now the alchemist is determined to find out all the possible interactions of elements, even of those elements that weren't discovered yet...

Nikita Yakovlev joined the armed forces to fight for his motherland. He really believed, back then, in the ideals of the Soviet Union and was eager to fight for his countrymen. He was barely 19 then, just out of school. Afganistan quickly disabused him of any romantic notions he had about the army. But he stayed on, for he knew little else, and the army was his family.

He stayed on through the Fall of the Union, all the while moving up the ranks. He joined a Spetsnaz unit shortly after the formation of the GRU, congratulated by his commanders for his fearlessness in the face of the enemy, for his resourcefulness in completing the toughest missions.

He stayed on through the First and the Second Chechen Wars. By that time he had doubts. The corruption, the incompetence, the lack of money evident to all. Still he stayed on.

In the end, his loyalty was rewarded, not with a pension and a quiet life, but with a demotion and a transfer to Irkutsk, to a border guard unit, all because he offended some rich guy's son.

That was the last straw. One night he grabbed his backpack and just walked south. The Sayan mountains are big and plentiful, the forests are dense. Nobody could bother him there, he got his retirement.

It's been 30 years since then. Chinese forces are moving through the mountains, their goal, the largest freshwater lake in the world.

It looks like the Motherland still needs Nikita after all.

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Posting some animu/weeb stuff

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No pics but I'll post stories.

Delta Raptor, an aerial infantry company utilized as breaching specialists. Primarily do capture operations, but also branch into good old fashioned wetwork now and again. Few are sure if they are privately funded or run by a foreign government, but their equipment is a mixture of American, British and Chinese gear. Also notable as a unit because over 90% of them are female. Have a reputation recently for coming ut of nowhere, with not even helicopter blades heard.

Johta Kahn, the last of the Hawkseers. Though his tribe of ranger barbarians was nearly wiped out, he remains as a living myth. Said to be a specter of the tribe, some of the world even consider him an actual, enraged spirit. No such magic guides his actions, save the occasional visions of his ancestors. Between trying to collapse the empire that took everything from him and trying to find the strongest adventurer maidens in the land for the possibility of starting a new tribe, he stays too busy to focus on anything else but his goal. This, combined with the fact that many of his tribe's customs aren't understood by anyone but him, makes him a pain in the ass to communicate with.

Taigo, the forgotten king. Usurped from power by a conspiracy of nobles, one in the conspiracy took pity on the king they sought to depose, and never quite trusted the other nobles. He allowed the king to assume a new identity as a soldier under one of his legions, where he hid in plain sight and fought in the conflicts of his homeland, whilst his noble ally committed himself to defending the borders. When the other nobles inevitably turned on King Taigo's contact, he set the pieces in motion for Taigo to grab control of his border guard unit and make war on the other lords. Taigo has since gone around as a King-in-exile and a bandit in the eyes of the usurpers. to the people, he is the true king, returned from the sands they had believed to have swallowed him whole.

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Jack "The Vibe" Enders. Local DJ and accomplished hacker. He's been arrested twice on minor charges, but the cops couldn't pin any of the bigger stuff on him. And there has been bigger stuff. He's done everything from taking over systems for entire buildings to put on accompanying light shows for his gigs to emptying bank accounts. He's eased up in more recent years, settling in as a source of information for those who have the cash.

His name's "Mysteerior" because he looks mysterious, acts mysterious, talks mysterious and seriously calls himself that and refusing to reveal his true name. No one even knows what he does or what's his intentions because he's just so "mysterious."

He must be a loner and a loser.

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"I defeated you, that makes you mine by right!"
At least, that's what she said when she beat me; knocking the axe and shield from my hands.
I thought she was going to drag me off as a slave, but she let me go.
A week later, there was a knock at my door. And there she was, in a wedding dress, with her sword in one hand and flowers in the other.
But yeah, that's how I met your mother.

"Can't believe I have to take this train car. Not that it's jam-packed full of people. Its where all the Cat-Folk ride in. Personally, the Cat Folk are not all that bad... It's just I can't personally stand being in the same place with THIS MANY of them since they're well... Have a tendency to Loud mouthed.