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INTERROGATION, 1-3-13, 2:28 PM, #1634 AUDIO LOG

INTERROGATOR: -DELETED-
SUBJECT: Leo Calvetti

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Leo: It was a pretty awesome party. Uh, Tann was gathering us up to make resolutions...for the New Year and all.

INTERROGATOR: And?

Leo: T-The power went out as one of the guys were talking. Tann went outside and set up a back-up generator...Lights came back on, but it was pretty dim. Still kind of dark.

INTERROGATOR: Some others say it took almost 30 minuites.

Leo: I don't....think so...

INTERROGATOR: Hm.

Leo: Well, we just keep making resolutions after that. At midnight, we set off fireworks, all that...we noticed we were the only ones doing fireworks.

INTERROGATOR: Well, report says that is correct...Was there water? Or gas?

Leo: No gas, but water, yeah. Anyways, I went home after that. My power was off to. Then I kept hearing gunshots outside...someone screaming. Sounded like a girl.

Leo: I just tried to sleep...Eventually I managed to rest. I woke up that morning and noticed the power was still out, and I just thought it was probably some idiot who screwed up or just maintenance and I never got the memo. So I walk outside and first thing I notice is that there are no cars, no traffic...just a bunch of parked ones with the tires either flat or missing.

INTERROGATOR: Gangs had tried to stop residents from leaving.

Leo: Yeah. As I passed by an alleyway, I noticed some guys hanging out by a trash can on fire. One of them was carrying a gun. I started running, and he shot me. In the arm.

INTERROGATOR: And then you came to the police station.

Leo: Yup...I was hoping the boys in blue could help. And...then you pulled me in here...uh, why?

INTERROGATOR: Just curious.

Leo: Wait, no no NO-

*END LOG*

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Mobius suffered greatly during a time of war named The Global Crisis. However, that was the planet as a whole. Debts needed to be payed. Soldiers came back home. Riots started. It was this hidden aftermath that caused a global crash. No money, no food, no control over cities.

Gangs took over, violence was through the roof and mobian trafficking became common. Weapon trade shot up, and drugs became valuable...very valuable.

As the entire city becomes a slum, and fear becomes a constant bugging pain...

When your friends are dying, your family is kidnapped, you are left weak, starved, and in poverty, what do you do?

Resist? Join?

Or fall to it?

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Name:
Age:
SubSpecies:
Gender:
Personality:
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range:
Med-Range:
Long-range:
Explosive:
Melee:
Other:
=========ATTIRE=======
Ears:
Eyes:
Fur:
Muzzle:
Tail:
Shirt:
Jacket:
Wrist:
Gloves:
Pants:
Socks:
Shoes:
Other:
=========OTHER===
Friends:
Enemies:
Family:
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse:
Extra info:
Bio:

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(ALSO, if you already have a bio, just post a link.)

MACH: https://sonicrpnation.forumotion.com/t1437-bio-mach-zeno

TANN ZENO:

Name: Tann Zeno
Age: 37
SubSpecies: Wolf
Gender: Male
Personality: Calm, intelligent, thinky, negotiable, tired most of the time.
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range: None
Med-Range: None
Long-range: An old Hunting Rifle, chambered 308.
Explosive: None
Melee: None
Other: None
=========ATTIRE=======
Ears: Black/White inside
Eyes: Hazel
Fur: Light Black with gray steaks at the wrists and arms.
Muzzle: Furry White
Tail: Black
Shirt: White dress shirt
Jacket: Blue Trench Coat
Wrist: Digital Watch
Gloves: None
Pants: Black Pants
Socks: Black
Shoes: Brown Leather Dress shoes
Other: A pair of reading glasses.
=========OTHER===
Friends: Mach Zeno
Enemies: None
Family: Mach Zeno
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse: None
Extra info: A very good medic.
Bio: Tann grew up with an pressuring father and a mostly absent mother. He was shy, and mostly a social loner. He grew up pursuing academic excellence, and graduated from an esteemed college quite fast. However, after accepting a deal from a criminal, and when Mach was "born", he realized he had made a mistake. Since then, he struggles to make rights and correct wrongs. He currently home-schools Mach and works as a doctor in a local clinic.

Name:Tony "Sparknish" Spark
Age:19
SubSpecies:Hedgefox
Gender:Male
Personality:Sarcastic, cocky, calm and collected, kind and caring, ++Pargagon
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range:
Med-Range:
Long-range:
Explosive: None :U
Melee: CQC knife.

===ATTIRE=======
Ears: Brown furred, Pink on the inside
Eyes: Golden Yellow.
Fur: Cocoa Brown. Streaks of Yellow on the top.
Muzzle: Light golden brown
Tail: Brown with white at the end.
Shirt: White T-Shirt
Jacket: Brown with fur at the neck line and cuffs.
Wrist: Armor Casing watch.
Gloves: None.
Pants: Brown pants.
Socks: White
Shoes: Normal Brown and Yellow Sneakers
Other:
=========OTHER===
Friends: Too many to name.
Enemies: Captain Crazy, Madness, The Shadow Blades.
Family: Hail Hedgehog
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse: None.
Extra info:
Bio:-Null-

The city brustled with activity, traffic overflowed, commuters ran to the subways. An average day, until...

Altough it was day, it became noticeably dull. Lights went out, neon failed to function, and TVs in windows turned off without a sound. The entire city completely lost power.

A Hedgefox walked down the poverty worn streets. He was literally a walking battery and no one else knew it. he'd be a target and eberyone would want him. For power... Sweet Sweet Electricity. He lied to everyone making them beilieve his name was Tony Stark. WHo would believe that? Oh, Right. The whole city.. He needs to get out of here fast.

He jammed his pockets with his fists and continued his way.

The alleyways on the streets were full of people...Several of these people were eyeing Sparknish. They were surrounding a barrel full of trash and lit on fire for warmth. Aside from staring at Sparknish, they seemed like ordinary punks, hobos...

Name: Cyril
Age: 18
SubSpecies: Kitsune/Crystal elemental
Gender: male
Personality: calculating,passive. But destructive when provoked
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range: twin swords
Med-Range: none
Long-range: none
Explosive:none
Melee: Swords
Other: none
=========ATTIRE=======
Ears: pointy. foxlike
Eyes: red with slitted pupils
Fur: as black as the void
Muzzle: normal like a fox
Tail: nine bushy tails
Shirt: none
Jacket: greyish coat
Wrist: two intricate designed bracers
Gloves: none
Pants: Dark blue three quarter pants
Socks: none
Shoes: black
Other: none
=========OTHER===
Friends: none
Enemies: The shadow Blades
Family: none
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse: none
Extra info: none
Bio: Information not available currently

Name: Sakura
Age: 16
SubSpecies: Poisson
Gender: Female
Personality: Shy, kind and Sweet.
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range: none
Med-Range: none
Long-range: none
Explosive: none
Melee: none
Other: She can turn the ribbons on her headband as wings
=========ATTIRE=======
Ears: (Better if you see a picture of her)
Eyes: Dark green
Fur: light gray and dark gray
Muzzle: white
Tail: dark gray
Shirt: Dress: pink and light yellow
Jacket:
Wrist:
Gloves: Arms: Long pink and black sleeves
Pants:
Socks: (Not see able)
Shoes: Boots, same color as the dress, but they have wings to them.
Other: Pink Headband with ribbons.
Picture for better details:


=========OTHER===
Friends: Ongaku (Beats) and Kage
Enemies: None so far
Family: Well, not really blood related, but her two friends she considers family.
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse: none
Extra info: None
Bio: No records to be found




Name: Kage
Age: 19
SubSpecies: African wild dog
Gender: male
Personality: Sometimes calm, but mostly doubtful and secretly protective of Sakura, stubborn and hotheaded sometimes.
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range:
Med-Range:
Long-range:
Explosive: none
Melee: His fist
Other: he control fire, but we know that from
=========ATTIRE=======
Ears:
Eyes:
Fur:
Muzzle:
Tail:
Shirt:
Jacket:
Wrist:
Gloves:
Pants:
Socks:
Shoes:
Other:
Picture: (Just better, sorry)

=========OTHER===
Friends: Sakura and Ongaku [beat]
Enemies: Anyone whom dare harms Sakura(Even Ongaku is consider to be an enemy)
Family: His friends...
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse: none
Extra info: None
Bio: No record to be found

(Not the best person to really tell what their character looks like, when I have pictures of them -_-

Anyway, why am I using two characters? Because one needs the other in this crisis -w-)

The black kitsune sneaks through the streets,trying to remain hidden. He carries a set of swords hidden under his coat

Name: Duxenkreig 'Dux' Bellanum
Age: 46
SubSpecies: Cat (Somali breed)
Gender: Male
Personality: It's debatable that because the thoughts and the personality of this cat fluctuate and move far too much, he has no set personality and it's completely unpredictable. On one hand Dux's mind tends to wander. He'll be discussing one thing and then he'll trail off and talk about something else. On the other hand, he can become terrifyingly aggressive within seconds, all it takes is one wrong slip of the tongue, and occasionally not even that. It doesn't help that this fellow has very psychotic and murderous tenancies.

========WEAPONS=======

Short-range: Two shotels (curved swords), which hang in holsters around his hips. They're his main weapons and can use them with extreme expertise. The one on the left is called 'Wound' and the one on the right is called 'Blood'. He's not very original.
Med-Range:
Long-range:
Explosive: Grenades are around his hips as well as the swords. Three to be exact.
Melee: The cat, on top of the above, has spiked gauntlets. When not using his two swords, Dux will lash out with extreme agility and a flurry of swipes and strikes to get the foe bleeding and sobbing for mercy.
Other: This blue cat also has the ability of telekinesis, allowing him to use several weapons at once to lay waste to his enemies. When doing so, his single organic eye will glow in a pink light, as will the weapon/s he is using. However, half the time he won't even need to use it.

=========ATTIRE=======

Ears: Pointed. The left is somewhat torn off mid-way, and is replaced with a metal coating. The right is simply tattered and has a cut.
Eyes: Left eye is metal. It's clear Dux lost his eye at some point in a battle. Can zoom in with this eye. Also shows, from ripped fur around it, that part of his skull is also metal. The right eye is tainted slightly pink, like eyes after several doses of alcohol, and his pupil is black and sharply slit like a cats should be. Also has a long pink scar passing through it.
Fur: A nice, calming blue. Contrasts with his terrifying personality. Has a white mark going from between his eyes upwards to his forehead.
Muzzle: White. There is a pink scar horizontally where his chin is. More importantly, the right side of his muzzle is a layer of metal.
Tail: Very fluffy, as to be expected with his breed. It's somewhat tattered, but Dux really likes the feeling of his tail being groomed and is the only part of him which he likes to take care of.
Shirt: Brown leather armor, with grey metal plating around the chest. If you look closely, you can see scratches and dents from past battles. On the shoulders are two black shoulder guards with spikes on them. Dux likes spikes.
Gloves: Both hands are covered with dark red metal claw-like gantlets. The claws themselves are thin, but double the size of each finger. A single swipe of these could leave a horrible gash. Where the wrist is, is a black metal band with spikes, similar to his shoulder guards.
Neck: Has a shock collar around his neck controlled by his boss, Noose. It's silver and is inactive until she, that being his boss, wishes. There is a little 'D' hanging off the collar which stands for his name, for a little bit of decoration.
Pants: Dark brown cloth which tucks into his boots, though most of his legs are covered with said boots.
Shoes: Large boots which reach the shins. Wrapped around it are many belts which, oddly enough, don't weigh the cat down at all in terms of movement. Also spikes. Yes. Dux really likes spikes, especially on the bottom of said shoes. Again, odd how it doesn't slow him.
Other: Click here for a few quick doodles of Dux! Be warned, stuff is clearly missing because I'm a lazy fool.

=========OTHER=========

Friends: Anyone he comes in contact with. Then again, that can become 'enemy' in a matter of seconds.
Enemies: Again, anyone who he comes in contact with. Then again, that can become 'friend' in a matter of seconds.
Family: Unknown to him. Doesn't really care much. Family has been one of those things be genuinely doesn't give a damn about and, really, forgets they actually exist.
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse:
Extra info: Requires a strong injection once every day to stop his body from collapsing in a series of strong, powerful bursts of pain. Dux suffers many, many injuries, and ENJOYS taking injuries, and the injection he takes stops the constant agonising pain from coursing through his body, and stops his ability to take pain altogether. Small cuts can also mend themselves, though strong ones like a cut to the throat would not heal without serious help.
Bio: He is the bodyguard for a slaver in a town. Is mentally unstable and this makes him terrifying in battle. That is all you will ever need to know about this blue-furred feline.

(All good, accepted and stuffs.)

On the radio of a popular alternative station, a light, happy voice piped up. "In recent news, Leo Calvetti was found dead near a local police station! Details up next." A song played.

Near a small like shack in one of the alleys, a female and male sat together... However, over hearing the radio scared the female as the male growled. "Just great, how happy can they get?" "D-Don't ask me, i-it's too scary to know..."

The male dog sighed and stood up. "Come on, we can't stay here..." The female Poisson nodded, standing up with the K-nine's help. With that, the two started to walk out of the alleyway, since it wasn't very long...

A storm rumbled in this distance. Electricity flickered on and off in several districts. Thunder grumbled in the distance, like a fool saying "And another thing..." hours after he lost an argument.

(Is it too late to join?)

Name: Hel "Lena" Temes
Age: 15
SubSpecies: Fox
Gender: Female
Personality: Dark at times, silent mostly-- CAN change with her mood.
=========WEAPONS========
Short-range:
Med-Range:
Long-range:
Explosive:
Melee:
Other: Just has her spells, really, and her forms.
========ATTIRE==========
Ears: Cropped, but both of them are pointed as well.
Eyes: Blood red, but they change shapes when her dark form is activated.
Fur: Dark brown to jet black, but this changes to an pitch black when her dark form is activated.
Muzzle: White
Tail: Has two, of course, but she tries to hide them to blend in with the so-called "humans". They're VERY fluffy, as it seems. DON'T. MESS WITH. THE TAILS. She hates it when people or Mobians mess with her tails, and that CLEARLY irritates her.
Shirt: Wears a jet black t-shirt underneath a pure white tanktop.
Jacket:
Wrist:
Gloves: They are the regular white color, but, HOWEVER, the right glove is tinted with jet black, and the left has an hole to where her middle finger is.
Pants: Also jet black, and cut in a zig-zag like fashion at the bottom.
Socks: Also pure white, and cut in a zig-zag like fashion at the top.
Shoes: Grey boots with spikes on the sides of them.
Other: There is a previous picture of Lena on the Character Bios. Go take a look in the Artwork section if you haven't yet!
=========OTHER========
Friends: Seems to have a few.
Enemies: Seems to have a very few amount.
Family:
Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Spouse: She used to have a first, but now she's up and at 'em again as her second boyfriend is Azrael Shadowsong.
Extra info: Click here for Lena's Bio!
Bio: Referring to Lena's backstory, it started when she was born. Her parents cherished her. They thought they had a perfect child. But NO, at the age of five, she killed them-- and her brother died when she was twelve. Throughout her childhood, she was tortured constantly. She ended up killing them all, making her a cold-blooded murderer. Now, at the age of fifteen, she hides in every place possible, trying to get away from everyone-- even GUN.

The hedgehog frowns at the storm. More reminders of his.. Now burden. He heaves a sigh. As he straighten his back and kept walking toward the outskirts. There's was probably going to be someone or something that will stop him. No matter. He'll just change his appearance. Yeah. No one will notice him.

Leo Calvetti.
Lee-oooooo. Funny sound, felt funnier on the tongue. A blend of two letters, a slight tickle of the words upon the rough limb inside a gaping maw. Press tongue against the base of the mouth, add pressure, flick. Wonderful how words worked, wasn't it? Without a tongue, you wouldn't be able to pronounce Caaaalveti feeling like a foreign rose-holding eye-batting stud. Caaaaalvetti! Aaaarriba~!

The blue-furred cat giggled to itself as it stalked the alleyway, body wrapped in darkness. The only thing visible was that single glowing eye made of metal, emitting a faint orange light. When both red and yellow glow side by side, they do tend to mix and entwine within each other. Behind this concerning individual was a figure slumped against a wall. Certainly mobian yes, though if they were conscious was debatable. Considering the red dribble from the open tongue-less mouth, they were most likely unconscious for all eternity. Beside the body was a bedroll and a radio. Homeless. The radio was still buzzing as per expected, untouched, a slight sound of static emitting from it in front of the news report.

The cat was given a day in this city, but Mistress Noose kept the shock collar on him. Mistress Noose never removed that collar, because he had to do what Mistress Noose asked at all times. He had to protect her. She had to control him. It worked out nicely, except for others involved who were in his way. Those were the unfortunate ones in this big ball of violence and psychotic tendencies.

"Caaaaaalvetti!" the cat repeated in an unusual tinny voice, its blue fur with hints of white tattered and somewhat filthy, fluffed up tail lightly swaying in the air ever so casually. It tested the word on its own scarred tongue several times, each letter tested, tongue swiping against the base of its mouth. It liked that word. It was a funny word, very fancy. And the man was found dead. Boo. He wanted to talk to him himself. See if he liked the taste of poison. Against his throat. Acid causing it to... slowly... erode... He wanted to hear Leeeeeoooo say his name while he burned like that.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. The cat stalked.

(That was likely one of the best posts I've ever seen. Bravo on pronunciation! And BTW, Accepted.)

The coming storm began to rapidly approach the city. Globules of rain splattered onto rough concrete with audible thumps, dampening buildings and washing filth away. The rain was cool, refreshing, and strangely nice. However, after several minutes, the drizzle turned into a downpour. Pricks of water now bombarded, taking the place of the previous storm that was so innocent.

Thunder lolled and echoed around, bouncing off the skyscrapers that towered above. A thriving city stopped feasting off of the weather and began avoiding it.

In the alley near the cat, a loud ruckus interrupted the constant sound of a crackling storm.

Several hooded figures held a fox against a brick wall, roughly gliding a knife over his neck. They had light urban accents, with most of them decked out in black hoodies and sweat pants. Street scum. They seemed to be waiting on something...

(Thank you very much! 83 Also his app has been adjusted slightly. It's kind of sad when you forget a character has a power because they hardly ever use it << >>)

Something, or more multiple mobians, interrupted his train of thought. Honestly he didn't like his train to be stopped, only for another to ask for directions. I mean, who does that? A train stopping so suddenly because someone else was idiotic enough to not know where they were going. That made him very angry because other people were so inconsiderate.

As the thought train screeched to a halt, the anger carriage pulled into the station. And how did the engine roar! The cat's smile, like the snap of a finger, transformed into that of a deep and furious scowl. The long, bladed gauntlets flexed along with each finger. Asking to pierce the flesh. Asking to taste the blood of another and his own. A single tail flick, and Dux' slitted pupils grew wide.

Ah yes, there they were. Three of them. No. Four including the fox. Each one looked particularly... exposed, shall to say. Only cloth to shield themselves from blades and acid? It made him giggle. And giggle he did as that tinny, high-pitched sound emitted from his lips, echoing through the alleyway.

He was no longer hidden in darkness.

Then again, the leap was expected. He himself wouldn't be surprised if they moved out the way. they had been warned. He'd laughed. Whoopsie. Ah but he did not go for the group and, rather, went straight for the fox. Like a feral animal, with teeth exposed and various scars across its face, various wrinkles of fur burned to a crisp from the feel of acid. Blue fur was hardly something to hide yourself with, especially with white splatters of fur around your body. But he need not hide. After all, he wondered how they'd feel if the young fox suddenly had his everything ripped out.

Dux had no morals. He didn't even know what morals were.

Leaping under the arm of one, his spiked boots surprisingly gracing the floor lightly. You'd think that'd slow him down. It didn't. The one holding the fox suddenly found himself meeting the face of a rather... crazed looking cat. "Are you guys needing this?" he asked as his long, finger-like gauntlets reached down. Lower. Lower. Swipe upwards.

Nether regions straight up to the throat. The poor fox wouldn't have seen it coming. And if he were not dead from that sudden, gaping wound? The gargling screams being caught in the nonexistent windpipe would certainly cause him to either collapse from lack of air or die from blood loss. Considering the cat's fur was red, and the hoods of the figures were painted scarlet? He suspected blood loss. Welp, time to see what these guys wanted.

"Hey there!"

Ahh Rain. That must be good for some people or bad. It only mad rhinos worse for value battery. He was litearally glittering with a shimmer of an Electrcity. The small rain he could take but once it was a now soon downpour, Spark ran down the stret trying to find a small shelter to hide himself from he rain. Left. Right. Left again. Dead end. He looked at the Alley/Dead end and saw a Blue cat with a horrid fresh corpse. "Shhiiiiiiit" He thought.

He was now getting weaker, getting soaked. There has to be someway out of this... He then hides behind the wall exitig the alleyway have temporary shielding from the rain.

Water splashed from contact with their feet as the two ran through the streets, the rain falling on the two as they ran. "Just Great! First alleyways full of insane people and now it's raining!" The African wild dog growled in annoyances as The Poisson female stay quietly. The two finally found shelter as they both hide into an empty alleyway - or they thought it was empty... The male dog picked up the female and sits down with her in his arms. "Let's just wait here til the rain pass... We both don't want to get cold and sick." The female nodded, frowning.

The two sat there for hours waiting for the downpour to stop. Kage couldn't even light a fire to keep the two warm.