SythDracous

A giant walks down the street sharing egress with mac trucks and cars, a werewolf orders a hot dog from a vendors cart, people are flying on carpets, wings or seemingly on nothing at all. Seems like a strange world but somehow it all seems so familiar so close to home so much like the world that you see every day when you walk the streets in anywhere USA, but nothings the same. Magic is a delusion, right? WRONG! Before you is the world you know the way we wish it were not this sad humdrum day to day sameness that stagnates outside our windows. No one knows why or how it happened and two years after what scientists dubbed the Mythos Virus no o

Delsius Shade Codename: Hex Position: Recon and Assassination Height: 5'8" Weight 135 lbs Hair: Unkempt black hangs to neck Eyes: Sadist Green: Glows in low to no light. Markings: Upper left arm Skull and crossed rapiers the words "Original Gansta" above and below. A bulls-eye over his hurt. Chains tattooed around upper right arm and neck. Steel studs in both ears. Clothing: Think ninja meets Steel freak. Weapons: Two short swords concealed under shirt, 20 throwing knives on vest, silencer equipped, hip carried Glocks (semi auto 9rd.) Two 5' lengths of steel chain wrapped around arms. Expertise: Stealth, Hand to Hand combat

Garin Zales Codename: Armory Postion: Heavy Arms Specialist and Quartermaster Age: 21 Height: 6'4" Weight: 324 lbs. Hair: Brown currently worn in a small afro. Eyes: Brown normally bloodshot. Markings: Marijuana leaf with skull over it on back the words "Grim Reefer" below, on his back. Clothing: Drugie humor, or combat fatigues. Weapons: Armory is a heavy weapons master if it takes two hands to fire it he's all over it. The only times he even leaves the locker is when huge or huge numbers of Shadows need to be dealt with. Primary weapon is a mini gun he calls the "Hammer" outside of him no other member of the staff can lif

Okay, time for a few words from yours truly, first off allow me to introduce myself the name's Syth, Syth Dracous. Secondly let me explain a little bit about the way the world really is for all those of you that think you've got it all figured out sorry to burst your bubble. What you see everyday is barely a quarter of what the world really is, half the people you meet walking down the street aren't human while they may look it to you they're Shadows at least that's what they call themselves be they Oni, Angels, Trolls, Elves, Dwarfs, or any other race of fantasy that you could imagine some are even further removed than that but still those t

Alexandria Katrina Liblios Position:       Lead Researcher, Field Agent Code name: Omni Nick name:   Kat Age:             When asked how old she was Kat only had this to say "I'm too                     damned old to remember and still too young to give a fuck." Height:         5'3" Weight:        105 lbs Hair:             Color changes with her mood or when she will's it to. Kat can also                    alter the style with only a seconds thought. She explains that this was                    one of those fun little mishaps that come from testing genetic                    mutagens on oneself. Eyes:           Yell

Syth Dracous Position      : Director of Black Magic Ops also know as Section 7 Code name: Curent call sign: Boss                     Previous call sign: Black Flame                     Nick name: The Dragon Age            : Unrecorded Height        :6'0" Weight       :21

Knock knock. I stirred from under the comforter, staring thru the gloom of the pitch black room in which i slept. Finally i found my discarded pants and fished out my phone. 3:00 pm damn it all i swore vaulting out of my bed tossing on those day old pants i charged toward my front door. squinting against the blinding light of the summer afternoon i saw a UPS guy with a package. "Mister Lowe? I have a package here for you I'll need you to sign for it." Still only half awake I signed for the one foot cube carrying it back into my house i dropped it off in my studio and retired once more to the sanctity of my blackened bedroom. Hours later well

We all know so very little of what we are. Some would say that we are but lost sheep in need of leading, lest the wolves prey upon us. Other doth claim that of us ARE those selfsame wolves preying on the wayward flock. The truth is far, far less poetic: aye neither sheep nor wolves are we. Monsters that is what we each and everyone unto the last are. However not all monsters hunger for the dark, just as monster need not always mean some deathly beast. Some, myself for example, see the lurking monsters within all we meet. Cursed by some, relished by others, again myself included, such sight. Our monsters are rarely even remotely close to any o