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/*Shadow Riven*

Post by cArdInAl on Fri 07 Nov 2008, 5:45 pm

Here's the story behind my Aberrant game for those interested in reading it...I'll update it when I can...between studying for tests Razz

Summary

He's a survivor…loner by choice…jack-of-all-trades by profession. Though born before the turn of the Twentieth Century, the mysterious vagabond calling himself Cardinal appears as a young man in his mid to late twenties. He has a gift in the form of a highly adaptive anatomy and versatile physiology-when his surroundings or events change and affect him, Cardinal alters himself accordingly to excel. He has experienced more than most men could in several lifetimes, and yet he neither slows nor falters in his journey. Fighting war after war, Cardinal has stared into the darkness that envelopes men's hearts and found light where one would least expect it. He is a man who has lost everything…except his faith, and with it he sticks to a strict moral code that has brought him inevitably into constant conflict with powers that seek to destroy the very fabric of our world. Often he has chosen to face his demons alone; so many people who have stood by him paid for it with their lives.

It has been nearly five years since the last fires of the Zenith War have been smothered. The country that stood bold as the central rallying point of the Dusk Faction, New Gomorrah, fell under a blanket of blue light as the Dawn Faction launched its ultimate assualt, Zeus 1, a series of five large ballistic missiles carrying forty hollow orbs a piece that absorb all of the latent electrons and neutrons in the air and then releases them in massive kinetic and static force waves followed by an all encompassing "Factor-A" discharge.

Peace has come, but it is a world that can never return to it's former self.



A shadow stirs in Cardinal's dreams, tearing at his sanity. An evil older than anything he has ever known rises in power. Power…. is that what he possesses? What is its origin? And…is he the only one of his kind? When a devourer of men appears on the horizon, Cardinal may stand as the only one to forestall a genocidal war that would result in either the enslavement or total annihilation of humanity. Our very survival rests on the shoulders of a man few even know exists. It begins…
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Re: /*Shadow Riven*\

Post by cArdInAl on Fri 07 Nov 2008, 5:49 pm

Prologue

Death? Yeah, I know all about it. Ever attend your own funeral? Impossible? Nah, just be careful no one sees you...and grab some cake while you're at it; it always seems to taste better when you're suppose to be pushing up daisies. You know, it's nice that they still pay respects to a KIA whose body was never found. Name's Cardinal, and let's just leave it at that for now; I've had more "real names" than I care to admit. Sort of a requirement, if you wish to remain a ghost…untraceable…untouchable…I have my reasons. First scrap I got into was during the Great War. I had a knack for fighting, my CO told me. I have been fighting ever since. Joined the U.S. military shortly after both of my parents died. I surmise the cause of their deaths could only be correlated with my "uniqueness"-something we had been exposed to maybe as my mother gave birth to me in a carriage on the way to the doctor's house. I felt dead inside, you know...after I lost them. They had been immigrants from Germany long before the war broke out. All we had was each other, and now, I was alone.
You get use to it after a while...being alone. I have a tendency to lose people close to me. During the Great War, the German Aisne Offensive wiped out my entire unit at Chateau-Thierry. We were part of the U.S. 2nd Division sent in early to slow the offensive until reinforcements arrived. We did our duty, and everyone died…all except for little ol' me. I should have died…part of me wanted to die…maybe a piece did. No, I survived that day while my buddies fell victim to enemy fire. The last image that comes to mind before I too fell on the battlefield was a large cloud settling around me, and then there was the sound of a canon, followed by the earth lifting up under my feet. Mustard gas had filled my lungs, and I was out. They say you see things when you are at death's door. My angel was a French nun named Odette-she found me still fighting for life with each breath as I lay broken, bleeding, slipping in and out of consciousness, and quickly losing my sight. She took me to her family's farm where she attempted to tend to my injuries. Though she provided much care, we both knew I was going to die. At night, it was the hardest...breathing. She would lay there with me dabbing my forehead with a cold, wet rag, singing a sweet lullaby as I shook uncontrollably in her arms. I can still hear her sing at night sometimes.
Then, it began. As I plunged into darkness, my "uniqueness" slowly surfaced. It was not until much later that I learned what had happened. My body adapted. Every cell began to catabolize the gas and stimulate the remaining "blast" cells in my lungs and eyes into rapid mitosis. Before long my eyesight returned, and my breathing grew less labored, as the linings of the lungs were restored-different from before immune to the gas. The first most apparent showing of my new abilities was when I began communicating to Odette in French, which I had never studied.
Within a month's time I was ready to return to the war, but I had fallen for her. We shared a few precious moments, and then I vowed to return. A week after the war had officially ended I learned that German artillery had struck Odette's home, killing her instantly. She had been the one that had given me the nickname Cardinal because I always had direction…a strict moral code. How…I can still hear her sing. I came back home feeling less alive now than when she had held me as I laid slowly dying.
Wars continued to come and go, and I continued to fight, taking on new identities along the way as I realized that my body adapted to slow even time's constant touch. It was during the War in Vietnam that I came to know Major Joshua Green, one of only two people who I fully trust. I fought beside him and felt safe and honored to call him my friend. As all wars do it came to an end, and for the first time I parted with the first person that ever held constant company with me and survived.
Still, I felt that no one could ever understand, and so I kept moving, working as an separate cell in varying societies, traveling the globe...never really staying anywhere for an extended period of time. Along the way I picked up a variety of skills including advanced demolitions, additional martial arts, and stealth/black-ops that I employed in an attempt to forge purpose in my life. I became a soldier of fortune, only undertaking work that aligned with my moral code-a tough path to tread, but I managed to walk it well for over a decade…
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Post by cArdInAl on Fri 07 Nov 2008, 6:25 pm

Part I: The Overture


Ch 1
Hi…my name is Cardinal and what I do for a living is relative. Currently, I'm sitting in front of my computer and trying to decide whether or not I wish to take the contract that has been offered to me. I'm hesitant not because I'm incapable of performing the task or posses inadequate means to see it through but because of the fact that the last job I took resulted in the Zenith War.

I was sent to watch over a highly unpopular premier of a largely militant little country calling itself New Gomorrah. Yeah...stupid to call yourself that, but whoever claimed leaders were always the brightest guys. The world stood on the brink of yet another all encompassing war, and that little “piss ant” had the audacity to continually provoke the “big dogs.” I know what you’re thinking. What’s one overly zealous voice against the greater chorus of most everyone else? That little nation acquired larger friends. There in lies the problem and the reason why I was there. I didn’t agree to the job because Premier Ravi Artac requested my talents; his grand vizier, Deavor Graven, didn’t ask me either. In fact, they were completely oblivious to the fact that I had suspended myself in a crevice shadowed by a tall tower in the east courtyard of the palace the night before Artac was to make another "moving" speech. No, it was General Joshua Green, U.S. Secretary of Defense, who had recruited me for a little “I-spy” and “protect the ill-fated madman.” I’m not much for babysitting; I seriously wouldn’t have minded beating that one to death with his rattle. When you’ve lived as long as I have, though, you learn quickly that it’s a bad idea to throw gasoline on an already raging fire. Unfortunately...someone else had a gas can...
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Re: /*Shadow Riven*\

Post by J1NX on Tue 02 Dec 2008, 1:10 pm

Very wicked bro!

You've always been a good writer.

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