The Order Official RP

Name: Xenex Nejiru
Gender: Male
Alliance: Leader of the Order
Appearance Xenex stands at 6 feet tall. He is very muscular and weighs only 200 pounds. He has strange white hair that he keeps tied in a ponytail. He has brown eyes and a tattoo of an eagle on his back. He wears a white jacket over a black shirt as well as white pants. He also has black tennis shoes and fingerless, white gloves.

Biography: Xenex was born to a wealthy family sometime after the Order took control. He was part of the generation that came during the wonderful peace the Order brought. He attended the finest schools and graduated from a university at the age of 18. He had discovered and mastered his Ethos ability well before that. After graduating he enrolled in the Order and quickly rose through the ranks. This was due to his unswerving alliegence and outstanding Ethos ability. When he discovered the horrible secrets of the Order he accepted and endorsed them, claiming they were noble sacrafices for the greater good. He was handpicked and made leader of the Order at age 26. He took the position with dignity and promised to lead for the just cause of peace. He is now 35, and when the radicals began there declerations he knew they were right. However to keep the peace he publicly denounced them and declared them enemies of the peace. He now leads the Order to crush the radicals.

Personality: Xenex is calm at all times and comes of as wise beyond his years. However he is merciless and brutal to those that oppose him. He usually spends his time aiding in the conduction of expieraments on the criminal Ethix the Order captures. This leads many to find him somewhat sadistic but he claims its all for science.

Powers: He is very strong due to his workout regiment. He's skilled in various forms of martial arts so he never has to use his power. As for what his power is, no one knows. As leader of the Order, he is the strongest of all members yet he hasn't released his power since he was promoted. All files on his power are locked and Those that have seen it were either killed or bribed to keep it secret. He hides his power so that if any ever fought him, they would have nothing to prepare against.

Name: Cyber Apparatus Project 001 (CAP-1 for short)

Gender: Male

Alliance: Serves the highest bidder.

Appearance: His metallic skin has turned what was once the body of a man into a hideous simulacrum of the word. His skin itself is whiter than any form of the word pale, and the circuitry running beneath his skin can be clearly seen. All his limbs have been replaced with metal limbs. His right eyeball has been replaced with an infrared sensor, and his hairline is gone. Most of his cranium is made of metal now, with random spots of scalp still sprouting tufts of black hair.

Biography: CAP-1 was never born. At least, not that he can remember. He was created. He doesnt even have a name, as far as his databank is encrypted. The furthest his memory goes back is a day labeled in his CPU as "Emersion." His memory of that fateful day is broken and scattered, but from what he can access in his internal database is that he was a casualty of said incident. He had been a Battallion Commander for the (Unnamed Planet, UP for short) military. With more than 20 years in the field on multiple battlefronts and having over 12,000 successfully trained Combat Soldiers under his belt, he was a prize to the (UP). He had won multiple awards For both his bravery and his ferocity in combat.

On the day labeled in his memory circuits as "Emersion," he suffered a tragic accident. He had been on a reconnassaince mission in (UP), trying to save some bimbos who claimed they had found a Lost Civilization. During his excavation of the ruins, he found said civilians bodies had been burnt to a crisp by some unknown force. Then, the ground had started to shake, and the ruins of this "Lost Land" rose into the air. The Battallion Commander hesitated to retreat, but quickly started running when a smokey smell reached his nostrils.

He never stood a chance. His last memory of that day was the Ruins exploding like a bomb, blasting away his entire life.

He woke up some time later on an operating table. As he looked around, he could see that all of his limbs were encased by some metallic casing. He struggled to rise, but for some reason, his arms did not move, his legs did not twitch, he did not even feel the blade of the saw that a doctor was using to cut through his arm tissue. Suddenly, it all came back, the pain, the smoke, the fire.... and the blood. From his memory, he had not survived that explosion, and yet here he was, contemplating on the very though of it.

He looked back at the doctor who held the blade, but realized that their was no blood shooting from his tissue. Instead, sparks were scarring the floor and walls of the room, the harsh operating light blasting down on his eyes, eyes that had not opened for several weeks. He passed out, and returned to slumber, trying to escape the horror of reality in the blissfull ignorance that were his dreams.

When he woke again, he found that he seemed to be having a slight vision problem. With one eye, he could see clearly, the hospital walls and beds around him. With the other however, he was seeing a red version of the world. His vision was dark, and looked as though the world had been drenched in blood. He attempted to wipe off his eye, he was sure something must be covering it. But his arm would not respond to his command. His gaze showed him it was still constricted under the metallic plate. He summoned what strength he had and, to his great suprise, the plate ripped free, revealing his arm.

Thats what it should have revealed. He still had a shoulder blade, and half of a bicep, but where there should have been an attached elbow and tricep and forearm and hands, there was a metal elbow, a metal tricep, a metal forearm and a metal hand. He lifted what was left of his left arm into the air in front of his face and examined it. He stifled a cry inside his head. He then gently tapped his right eye, the one that was seeing red, with his metal forefinger. What he heard then would have caused terror in the normal human being. /he heard a sound, Clank. He tapped it twice more, Clank Clank.

His head swirled with anger and emotion. He grasped the doctor that had held the blade and with enormous strength pulled him in close. "What have you done to me!" he tried to say, but the voice he heard was not his. It was not the one he remembered. It was deeper, with a resonating sound of echoing metals, with a spark of static for a rougher noise. Its sound was compared to metal shreiking across the highway after a car crash.

"What have you done to me!" he cried out again in the new screeching noise that served as his voice. The doctor smiled and replied, "Exactly what you said to." His memory suddenly went blank, and he reached up towards his cranium with terror. It was metal as well. His mind shreiked as the doctor pressed a button on a handheld remote, a button that signaled the computer that had lain dormant within his skull to activate and serve as the half of his brain that had been burned away. His emotions flared as the CPU accessed sensors throughout his body, giving him touch and feel and all his senses back. His head jolted from side to side as it downloaded information, having restrictionless connection to all waves, internet and radio frequencies. He learned the knowledge of the world in less than a minute.

He was wrought with anger, and gasped for breath, but found he could not breathe. His lungs, heart, and burnt away trachea had been replaced by a vocabulator which acted as his new voice and a breathing apparatus which would continually pump blood and oxygen throughout his bloodstream forever. He could not stop it, he could not even slow it down.
He was unable to make any sort of breathing noise, only able to stifle sounds of moaning and incomprehensible words. He choked on air as what was left of his charred vocal chords vibrated with assistance from the vocabulator, giving his "voice" an even raspier sound.

He staggered off the table with his new legs, his metal legs, the legs which when he put pressure on would cut into what was left of his thighs for the rest of his life. His thighs attempted to bleed, but they could not. Tubes connected directly into his blood stream recycled old blood throughout his body, and would for the rest of his life. He was unable to bleed. If a gash or cut appeared on his body, specialized tubes forced the exact right amount of proteins and fibers needed to rebuild the tissue in a short time period. His chestplate was cold, and hard against his metal fingers. He attempted to cry, but he could no longer do that either. His tear ducts had been vaporized in the explosion, and could no longer produce water to cool his eyes. Even his eyelids themselves had burned away.

His one eye that still saw things normally had a special metal fixator that wrapped around his head and had wires running underneath his skin to keep the eye temperature cool. He no longer needed to blink. His other eye had been blown apart, and had been replaced by an infrared sensor and a microchip in place of the retina and temple. He came to find that his teeth had been shattered in the blast as well, but he could not touch them. Their was a cold mask in place of his mouth that had a tube running from it to his chest. He no longer needed to feed. He had circuits designed to recirculate the energies in his body for continuos use forever. If he ever ran out, all he needed to do was charge his battery.

With such little need to live and all of life's trivial tasks removed for him, he came to realize that there was no point for him to go on. But he could not kill himself. Shortly after he broke out of the Doctor's office he had tried attempting suicide, but failed miserably when he found no material capable of penetrating his metal shell. Even shooting himself point blank, the circuits would simply reconstruct the tissue and he would be alive to endure all the pain. All the sorrow. All the sadness within his shell. He was alone.

After a few years went by, he begin utilizing his talents. He became an assassin. But he was a very unique type of assassin. In addition to a high wage for his services, he was paid in human body parts. Healthy human tissue that he could forge with himself to make himself stronger and sustain life within his metal prison. Each time he gets human tissue and suckles it into his body, his own strength builds. He cannot grow taller, he cannot gain weight, and he cannot eat anything other than flesh. When he does feast, the shield covering his mouth lowers itself, revealing a dark hole where his mouth once was. A tube then comes out of the hole and pours an acidic compound over said "food." Then the remains are sucked into his core via the tube.

Now, he works for noone. He commands no armies.

His talents go to the highest bidder.

Personality: CAP-1 has no true personality anymore. His brain that was once human is void of emotion, and the half of his brain that is a supercomputer has taken over. The machines influence is complete, and very maniacal. His speech has taken a wild turn as well, where in the beginning of this Cyborg mutation he was still recognizable as once being a human do to his verbal communication style. Now, the machine in his head has taken over, and speaks from its own artificial mind, dubbing what use to be the modern English language as "Slang." He talks now with perfect vocabulary, along with titling his sentances before he speaks. Now, his social persona only lives for one thing: To satisfy the machines lust for completion.

Powers: CAP-1's body itself is a power. He has no hidden strengths, no superhuman feats and no Ethos. His strength is the fact that he is machine, and his armor cannot be penetrated by any known material. The fact that he was constructed after the Ethos were discovered is no hinderence to him either. The metal that encases his body is lined with material that is resistant to Ethos energy. It is called "Synthflesh." It is like a second skin, a coccune if you will, that shields him from the damaging effects of Ethos. The fact that he is a machine means that he is also very very strong. This aids him greatly in his assassination missions and in normal fights. He has a custom made Sniper Rifle. The brand is Aratech SD signature series velocity calibrating Rifle with a Tri-Light synth-scope, meaning it can track by movement in addition to sight. It is also equipped with Infra-red sensors, meaning he can potentially scout an entire building through his scope.

This is his favorite weapon to use. He can also upgrade the machinery on his body with money he takes from his assassination missions.

Name: Yamata Takizaki

Gender: Male

Alliance: Member of the Order

Appearance: He stands 6” 3’. Athletic body type weighing 180. Black hair with blood red highlights. Left eye is dark red and the right eye is silver. A tattoo of demonic symbols going halfway down his arms and skeleton being stabbed through the head on his entire back. Wearing black long pants and an open black jacket wearing a dark red shirt underneath and plain black shoes. He also carries a sword tied to his waist and an orb of some sort. No one knows why, but people think it may be linked to his powers.

Biography: Yamata was born into a middle class family 10 years after the Order took control. He wasn’t the smartest student. He got simple grades and pass through high school at the age of 18. He attended a university for two years until an accident happen with his power becoming too great. After that his brother left and Yamata never saw him again. He left the collage seeking training from the order. At the age of 20 he came across the Order and after 8 years he rose to the ranks of Lethal Member. He is now 28 and assisting the Commander of the Order taking any mission that he gets.

Personality: Yamata is calm at times but when something gets him angry both of his eyes turn red, but when he is really calm his eyes turn silver. He also flirts with any woman that seems slightly attractive.

Powers: His eyes are the key to his strength. He is able to read the minds of his opponents and is able to feed thoughts just to drive them crazy.

Name: Saki Kuro

Gender: Female

Alliance: Criminal Ethix Organization POISON, First in command

Appearance: Long, white hair, Wears a brown cloak that is a bit like a corset in the middle, and a silver armband. Dark, mysterious eyes. WHen you look into her eyes you will feel lost, then Saki's beauty will hit you from her second power.
Picture: https://2img.net/h/i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj21/harpie19/Anime/sade.jpg

Biography: Saki was always a child that hated everything and everyone.
Her mother died during childbirth, and her father died a few years after, leaving Saki an orphaned five year old, homeless, supporting herself. Life was very tough. Saki earned money to buy food by begging at doors and dancing in the streets.

At eight years old, the weak, dirty, homeless Saki, finally realized her power.
She stared right into an old man's eyes when he wouldn't give her money or food.
She felt hatred for him, and wanted him to feel pain since he was so heartless.
As soon as Saki made that thought, the old man screamed in pain.
Saki, then scared, ran from the door of the man, slightly confused.
Saki finally realized what she was. She was an Ethix.
She continued her hard life for years, (While torturing the people she really loathed) until her 13th birthday.

She finally realized she had to get out of the city she lived in her whole life. The memories tortured her.
She wandered out of the city, and an old woman found her. The woman raised Saki, and gave her clothes and washed her. But the thing was, Saki never cared about the woman. She wanted freedom.
She ran from the old woman's house when she was 15, still longing for a perfect life.

Tired from her long walk, Saki sat on the grass and drank from her almost-empty water bottle from the woman's house. As soon as Saki thought of getting up, a girl about Saki's age walked up to her.
"Hello." The girl said. "I'm Mer Zener." Saki grunted apathetically. "I'm Saki Kuro.. And I don't care for humans so do you mind leaving me alone?" Mer then oddly smiled. "I'm not a human. I'm an Ethix. Is that fine?" Saki's eye's lit up and she jumped to her feet. "An Ethix?! I've never met another Ethix before. What is your power."
The girls talked for hours, and bonded. Both of them had never bonded before, it was new for them both.
They came up with the idea of bringing hated, lonely Ethix like them together, creating a group called POISON.
While creating the group, Saki found that she had a rare, non-offensive second power.
When anyone looked in her eyes, they saw her very beautiful, and her looks become addictive.
Males fall in love and lust, and females go green with envy.

----- Copied and edited from Gyeong's, sorry, I don't want to retype it all in my own words =P:

They lived to created a perfect world only for the Ethix and to rid humanity from this planet. They managed to over throw many countries before The Order was formed. After many battles with 'The Order', POISON ultimately lost. Now with a new roadblock for Saki, Mer and POISON, their goals have changed to destroying The Order. The POISON operated in secret and continued to recruit more and more Ethix. Mer trained recruits with her powers and made them stronger. Saki was in charge of finding the Ethix. 10 Years has passed, and The Order now thinks this planet is safe and spreads other gibberish like that. While they were relaxing in comfort, Saki, Mer and POISON were getting stronger everyday. The POISON started their plans to destroy The Order, and odds were ever in their favor. Killing Xenex Nejiru has been assigned to Mer, and she plans on completing that mission. So far, The Order knows nothing about POISON's rebirth.

Personality: Always in charge, Apathetic, though loving and caring if you create a close bond with her.

Powers:
Making others feel excruciating pain that is only in their minds. It cannot kill them, nor hurt them. Though, the victim will feel great amounts of pain.

Looking into her eyes make her appear as the most beautiful woman on earth.
For males it makes them fall in love or lust; for females they will be most envious.

Name: Kotaki
Gender: Male
Alliance: POISON
Appearance: Spiked dark green hair, and emerald green eyes. Stands at 5'11" and looks muscular. He wears a silver necklace with a skull attached to it and has a small scar on his right shoulder. Wears a black long sleeve shirt and a black leather jacket with dark green stitching. Wears black pants and black shoes.
Bio: Kotaki was one of the few Ethix that wasn't rejected by society. He grew up with a fairly normal life. Everyday he would practice controlling his powers and his parents were hoping he'd join the Order. He actually wanted to, until the acident. During practice of his powers he acidentally lost control and destroyed everyone nearby, including his parents. The Order came and arrested him. He tried to tell them it was acidental but they didn't care. He was expeiramented on with a new super soldier serum. Sadly for them, the expeirament succeeded. He suddenly had enough power to overwealm the scientists and guards. He escaped to the lawless area outside the cities. He cast off his given name and took the name Kotaki, meaning revenge. Outside the cities, Kotaki had no idea how to survive. Thats when he met a scouter for them. An orginization called POISON, which was agaisnt the Order. Kotaki joined and hasn't looked back since.

Personality: Kotaki is rash and tends to rush things. He hates to wait and never bothers to be kind just to make someone happy. He says what he thinks and doesn't care otherwise. He'll do anything to take down the Order. As for what happens if they take it down, he doesn't care.

Powers: Kotaki is stronger than he looks thanks to the expeirament on him. His powers gained a massive boost in strength so he can handle most things without any trouble. His power, when activated, is a special suit of armor. It has a helmet that only leaves his mouth open and a spike going straight up from his forehead. It has two shoulder spikes and what looks like three spikes that come out of his back then turn down and lay parallel to his spine. His fists have small spikes coming from the knuckles. His power isn't the suit but rather what the suit lets him do. With it active he can fly and travel at extremely high speeds, fast enough to leave afterimages of himself. He can also manipulate the wind around himself to create barriers and tornados.

Name: Klamath Takizaki

Gender: Male

Alliance: Member of POSION

Appearance: He stands 6'0" tall, slightly muscular and athletic, weighing 200. He has black neck length hair. Both eyes are red. He wears black pants, black shirt, and a black trench coat. He has a silver belt, silver bracelets, and silver chains with crosses. He has a sword that has no sheath.

Biography: He was born into a middle class family with his brother Yamata. He was the smartest of the both of them. He graduated high school at the age of 16 and went into a university. At the age of 18 he was in class with his brother one day and then suddenly the teacher went insane and stabbed himself with a pencil. He looked back at his brother and saw his eyes glowing red. Klamath got up and left the classroom and didn’t want to see his brother anymore. He knew that the influence of the Order had something to do with what his brother did. He heard about a group called POISON and was quickly put into training. After two years of training he was put into action as a recon to spy on what the Order was up to. 8 years later he heard that his brother was in the order. He then vowed to kill his brother and destroy the order.

Personality: He is a mellow guy that doesn’t care what goes on around him. He keeps to himself and doesn’t talk much. He only talks to the Commander of POISON with what he has found out about the Order.

Powers: He has 5x’s faster reflexes than a normal human. He is able to slice 1” of concrete in half on the first try and he is able to slightly read the minds of his opponents.

Name: Mer Zener

Gender: Female

Alliance: Criminal Ethix Organization POISON. Second in command

Appearance: Mer is around 28, but she looks like she's 12. Maybe Ethixs live longer then average the average humans and physically mature slower. She's about 4.10 feet and her whole body is a bit thin. Her eyes are moss green and her skin is ice pale. Her hair is kept at her shoulder length and is just let loose. She always wear a green bandanna, covering everything above her eyes. She wears Jeans and a light green, long sleeve blouse.

Biography: "Get away from her! She's one of those Freaks." Mer has always heard that ever since she was little, she didn't understand why she was born like this. Her parents abandoned her once they found out she was an Ethix. Mer was sent to an orphanage but was never adopted. Everyone at the Orphanage secluded her and feared her for no reason. Thoughts of suicide buzzed in the little orphan's mind for years. The only thing that kept her alive was her powers, her power to bring her thoughts to life. She "made" friends and family and had them "love" her.

Even with this "family and friends", she knew they were ultimately fake. Her ties with this world grew slimmer everyday and killed everyone at the orphanage. Every last child and adult were brutally murdered by Mer's army of "friends" when she was 14. She ran away and met another ethix named Saki Kuro. She understood her problems and experienced the same Dilemmas of hatred and seclusion. Together they traveled and recruited other Ethix like them, those thrown away by society. Saki and Mer had created their own Ethix organization. They called them selves POISON, because that's how the world treated them.

They lived to created a perfect world only for the Ethix and to rid humanity from this planet. They managed to over throw many countries before The Order was formed. After many battles with 'The Order', POISON ultimately lost. Now with a new roadblock for Mer and POISON, their goals have changed to destroying The Order. The POISON operated in secret and continued to recruite more and more Ethix. Mer trained recruites with her powers and made them stronger. 10 Years has passed, and The Order now thinks this planet is safe and spreads other gibberish like that. While they were relaxing in comfort, Mer and POISON were getting stronger everyday. The POISON started their plans to destroy The Order, and odds were ever in their favor. Killing Xenex Nejiru has been assigned to Mer, and she plans on completing that mission. So far, The Order knows nothing about POISON's rebirth.

Personality: Mer is Serious and thinks realistically. She hates Humans and The Order. She never backs out of a challenge and never admits defeat until she is dead. She's the kind of person that would kill you for just talking back to them.

Powers: Her powers are to bring thoughts from her mind to life. Of course there are exceptions. She can only animate living things like animals, people, ect. She can't make an event happen just by thinking of it's existence. There is a limit to how many "living" objects she can make a day, about 100. She cannot bring inanimate objects to real life, ex. Guns, houses, ect.

Saki began to speak to the two while it happened. She ran up to Klamath's recently fallen close-to-death body kneeling beside it. She shooted panicked glances at the other members, in shock.
She looked back to Klamath. He was losing blood fast. She looked to the others. "Get me something to stop the blood! We may have a chance.." But to herself she knew it was a very slim chance. She looked at Klamath's very weak but still half-awake body. "Can you hear me..?"