Individual (s)

Character's full name: Avello Ssyn
Alias/ Nickname: Abyss, Neptune
Gender: M
Age: 27
Birthday: 1/1/1985
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Formerly Caucasian… Neo Sapien / Homo superior
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: NYC

The clones:
Birthday: 1/1/1997
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: The Void
Character's full name: Saturn-------Melancholy, Glum, Callous
Character's full name: Mercury----Childish, Self indulgent, Wild
Character's full name: Pluto--------Tricky, Problematic, Righteous
Character's full name: Jupiter------Violent, Lackadaisical, Destructive
Character's full name: Mars------- Intelligent, Calculating, Cunning
Character's full name: Venus----- Stylish, Amorous, Passionate

***Character's full name: Earth -Earth is what happens when one of the
clones or Abyss come into contact with an adapted, all

Appearance

Hair color and style: Black, Spiky kept anywhere from 4 to six inches
Eyes: Crimson Red
Height:6’9
Build: Body builder x5
Visible mutation: Bright red skin, 7’0 long monkey tail bright red
fur, extremely muscular, pointed ears, carnivorous teeth.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Several ear piercings, a single Tattoo over
the heart over a runic symbol.
Other: All seven look exactly the same. (**currently Pluto is the
exception has he has taken to dying his tail Black.)

Everyday clothing style: Thug chic, From Mobster to Bag Jeans and a
tank, Abyss and clones are always dressed stylishly in a way that
says. “I just might hurt you.”
Uniform: n/a
Sleepwear: Baggy pants to nude.

Character

Personality: (each of the clones and the original has varying
personality traits and quirks that become apparent when around them.)
Towards mutants that are not currently opposing them, they can be
downright amiable, but to those who are in their way or happen to be
lowly human scum, get ready for the cold shoulder. There are
exceptions both ways there are some humans that are acceptable even
likeable (after all if a human is trained right it can make a good
pet.)


Hobbies/ Interests: ….does world domination count as a hobby?
Job or part time job and description: Who says crime doesn’t pay.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Death: Abyss fears death for those he loves.
He and the clones have abandonment issues.
Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: It really depends on your view point. A cow
would, if it had any sense would view a burger chain as evil. This is
how Humans might view the Red Seven. Some mutants would view them as
part of the problem some would view them as the inevitable solution. I
would say their morality is best described as chaotic. They are a
temperamental lot and you never know what or who is going to capture
their eye.

Mutations

Mutation description:

Super Strength; Abyss and his clones have the
ability to move mountains their strength has grown over the years. And
if it goes on much further it may prove to be impractical to use.

Void/clones * The keeper of the void (can be changed due to adapted
effects) has six clones that he can release from the void, He can
open and close it to release clones as well as to store a limited
amount of other objects as well as store a limited amount of other
people. The void is a plane without physical relevance, when in the
void it is as if you are only thought. Abyss can release the clones
through portals that appear much like black holes without the suction.
Over the years he has expanded the perimeter of how far he can release
the clones and how far they can travel without returning to the void.
It has met its maximum of an average distance of ~600 miles from the void between the seven brothers. The void can contain other occupants and objects.

The amount of occupants ranges from a minor headache at six occupants
and increasingly becomes more of a strain on the mind of Abyss as the
total reaches the maximum of twelve occupants in which Abyss will have
thunderous migraines.

The amount of objects while not headache inducing must be removed with
the occupant that stored it in the void in the first place or be lost
forever. The amount of objects is limited to 500lbs after which the
excess objects will simply be expelled out of the other side.

Strengths: Offensively Abyss and his brothers are juggernauts they are
able to infiltrate and are a physical match for most if not all.
However their distance battling is very lacking and defense wise they
are about average. Typically they stay on the offense and try to keep
any battle as close combat. Tactically they work well as a siege team
by opening the void where needed.

Weaknesses:
*Abyss’s weakness lie in his day to day life, his red skin
and tail mark him as a mutant where ever he goes. His girth makes it
hard to hide his identity. His mind is constantly sieged by others.
His strength means always proceeding with caution so as to not destroy
his things and break his allies.
The void can only be controlled by one of the Abyssi at a time giving
the one with control an unfair advantage over the others; the void
causes the mind to be stressed and causes headaches depending on who
is within. The void has also Shattered one man’s one stable and
balance personality into seven extremes.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: a long time ago on google search
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: Aedus & Koga
Sample RP:

Abyss
-----
Abyss knew where his brothers were even the one that decided he was
their brother no longer. The fool had dyed his tail black in protest.
He was prancing about the city in a wild Chinese get up and calling
himself the monkey King. Mars was making drugs, Saturn was selling
them, and Jupiter was doling out order justice like Candy, Venus was
in his apartment with several mutant femme fatals, and Mercury was
enjoying himself, at least someone was. For his part he was doing
anything he could to find out where his sisters had gotten off too,
and he was having very little luck, he had tracked down an adapted and
some mutants that had hold of Syn at one point and had done away with
them, a rock to the head of the adapted from fifty yards made things
much easier. The mutants died with ease, even the one that kept
healing himself was amusing…they couldn’t tell him what came of Syn or
where she’d gotten off to. So they were decidedly useless to him.

He had even less of a lead on Deathstar, She was seen with a male on a
motorcycle and other than that he had nothing.

Aura He searched for the girl but again came up empty, for all three
it seemed like he would find some piece of the puzzle and come away
with nothing, twice now he had gotten other women out of similar situations.
Women he couldn’t give a damn less about. His searched had
been over months. And He was at his end, he could go on and become an
obsessed shell of a man, or he could make his peace. He drove home,
finally excepting what was. They were all capable women, and if they
wanted to be home, they would do as he had done and come home.
Tomorrow He would focus his efforts towards Order causes. It was about
time he put his energy into something that had achievable goals. As
much as he wanted to find the ladies in his life, he just had to
accept that they would find him when they wanted to be found.
-----
Late in the laboratory ~Mars~

Mars sat at a desk in a lab far below Faust Pharmaceuticals working
diligently on X gene activation, he could shoot emails to those in the
laboratories above, each a small piece to puzzle out but never too
much, a strand of information to solve here or there, he would spread
it out enough that it would be hard to put together beyond everyone
spilling each dirty detail of what they were working on with Professor
Burgundy, it was interesting pulling strings of people he would likely
never meet, but it was amazing what one could get done with a proper
staff. He had been impressed with Lori’s tenacity when she told him of
her plans, He offered to assist her in every way he could, when she
offered up a head position in leading research on activating dormant
x-genes, He tackled the task with an intellectual ferocity that would
match any scene of destruction Jupiter had rendered on the world.

Mars typed his findings one handed on a keyboard to his left, the
screen poured out word after word detailing everything that he
observed. His tail held a microscope in place while his free hand
brought another slide to him. His free hand added the slide and so his
tail searched for a manila folder behind him.

They had done it…his eighty-third test succeeded it was ready for
pre-mutant testing, His team would never know their direct
involvement, they might suspect, the main players in the game, He
would suggest to Lori that they had earned the chance to use it, if
they qualified. He wouldn’t have been able to achieve this without the
scientists above, at least not nearly as quickly. They had taken what
would have been years of work and expedited the process. The street
level drug was a meager imitation, he had been happy when it was
finished, but it was only a distraction, a warm up. This was the real
deal, this was god hood in a tablet, He was ecstatic to announce it to
Lori, they could proceed as planned, and he could take a short
vacation. He had heard things proceeded topside successfully. It would
be nice to see the light of day again.
-----
M is for melancholy ~ Saturn~

Saturn sat alone in a dark corner of a rundown bar, He sipped on
something strong, whiskey and Gin? He lost track. His crimson eyes
stared into the brown liquid. A saxophone and bass warred with each
other back and forth. A Baritone voice sang a sad song amongst the
cool chaos of Jazz. A man came up to Saturn with his arms crossed,
stroking his upper arms with his hands his teeth slightly chattering.
“ I need more man. Please I can give you the money as soon as I have
the power.” Saturn looked up from his Drink.

“Is that how it works? I’m a charity worker sitting here waiting to
make you feel better. So you can be somebody. You don’t have the
money; you don’t get the M. Got me?” His eyes turned to his drink and
he took another sip with a sigh.

The power addict grabbed his arm and knelt on the floor and began to
beg and plead.

“Pathetic, you think you deserve a mutation when this is the best you
can do. You should have came to me with cash in hand, mug somebody,
kill them, I don’t care, But more importantly, if you want to live.
You’ll remove your filthy paws from my suit.” The drug addict turned
beggar released Saturn’s arm and stood back up.

“I just need it you know? You don’t know. You don’t have to return
back to this.” The man looked down at his lightly tanned skin shaking
his head sadly.
Saturn sneered. Like it was so great being big red and identical to
six others. Yeah, he was living the life. This punk was throwing his
life away on becoming a criminal addicted being a mutant, He could fly
and shoot some sort of energy beam from his mouth when he had power,
and he could see it in the desperation in the man’s eyes that
eventually he was going to have to kill him, he was going to try to go
big one of these days.

Saturn would hand him the pill and instead of running off to set up
his next crime, he was going to take it right then and try to steal
the rest of the M that Saturn had. But what he hadn’t realized was
that Saturn already sized him up and figured him out. The day he
popped the pill in front of him, would be the day he died.

“Go get the money and come back. If you bother me again with begging,
I won’t take your money whether you have it or not.”

Saturn leaned back as much as the booth would allow and finished his
drink. He signaled to the waitress for another. He sat back and
listened to the Jazz thinking about why his life amounted to this.
----
Punch the Hippopotamus ~ Mercury~
Every looked at him like he was a child, they treated him in kind, no
not quite like a child, like he wasn’t smart. No, not like he wasn’t
smart, like he was that bird that wants chocolate cereal with the
intensity of a rabid raccoon staring down a sexy trashcan. That’s how
they treated him. Well he didn’t care what they thought, He was going
to get a pet, and he was picking it from the zoo!

Excited by the thought he leaped out of bed throwing on a pair of
shorts and running down the hall of the sanctuary. Pausing momentarily
by Isabel’s room to ensure no one was bothering her. It was his job to
keep pesky sanctuary boys from bothering Isabel. The lights were off
so she was either still asleep or out and about already.

So with that done he ran out the front door pausing to wave to Lisa
and ignore her question of “Where are you going?” and the follow up of
“its cold outside!” He didn’t care if it was cold; he was always too
warm anyhow. Little people acted like the cold was something to hide
from. The large red Fellow skipped down the road toward the bus stop
and pulled out his bus pass with a lopsided grin.

The bus would be shortly, how did he know? He just skipped past it. He
showed Carl his pass and the man nodded. He politely waited for the
Red man to sit down and then proceeded to drive. Mercury liked Carl,
Carl wasn’t like most people he didn’t look away in fear. He also
wasn’t like most mutants who looked sympathetic after they heard what
he had to say. He was not crazy. Absolutely not, he wasn’t Eccentric
either, he was pretty sure that was Marsys way of calling him kooky
like a cocoanut.

Mercury exited the bus at the stop that Carl said was the nearest to
the Bronx Zoo. He walked toward the zoo with a look of careful
concentration. He walked past the ticket line and strait into the
park. Not surprisingly no one said a thing to the over muscled man
with something on his mind. He stared into the eyes of a gorilla and
decided the gorilla was not for him, it reminded him too much of
Jupiter and the way he would bare his teeth when he was annoyed. He
looked at the wart hogs and the Meer Kats and the lions and the tigers
and the Bears, he looked at the elephants, but they all just stood
around. They didn’t even make their trumpet noise when he asked
nicely.

Where was the pet for him? He looked at the hyenas but they were
creepy, and laughed at everything. At least they had the right idea,
but they were kind of like dogs, and he didn’t want a dog. He looked
at the polar bears and the penguins and some walruses they all looked
like grumpy old mean, even the babies. He then Came upon the Perfect
pet.

It was called the hippopotamus. A small boy, was also equally
enchanted with the aquatic beasts. Their little eyes and the way they
seemed to become bloated ballerinas in the water. They did that thing
that shot water from by their nose every so often that made Mercury
and the boy laugh and laugh. That was until the boy looked up and saw
the Huge Red man next to him and was so shocked that he fell in the
Hippo enclosure. The boy’s mother screamed in terror!

“He will be ok. Hippos are nice, silly lady.” Mercury tried to calm
the irrational woman.

The woman looked at Mercury in such a way that made him feel small. It
was an odd sensation. As if snapped out of it by a sense of urgency,
she spoke with Quiet calm that pleaded and demanded. ‘ if you don’t
save my boy, those hippos will Kill him.”

Mercury’s mouth dropped open at a sense of betrayal. His eyes shot to
the hippo that moved rapidly toward the boy. Mercury leapt over the
side and landed near the boy that was treading water and shouting for
help. Mercury’s head emerged and he tossed the boy out of the
enclosure toward his mother. The boy smacked into the mother with a
wet smack that couldn’t have felt good. The pair fell to the ground in
pile, a mix of confusion, surprise, pain and relief hitting them all
at once. Their ordeal was over so quickly. The man sent him sailing
from the water like a discarded wad of paper. But the hippo unaware of
how much the tables had just turned advanced with an angry need for
dominance over its territory. He was the only bull in the water and it
was time to prove it.

The hippos mouth opened and clamped down on Mercury’s arm from hand to
elbow and attempted to wrench it from its socket. When the hippo made
absolutely no progress it seemed confused. Mercury wrenched his arm
back and forth trying to get the bad hippo to release him; it however
was still weakly trying to crush his arm.

The small boy called from above from wobbly legs. “Punch that hippo!”

Mercury nodded at the sage advice. He pulled his arm back and gave it
a light smack on the head. The hippo’s head wobbled and he had to pull
the hippo back to shore, the other hippos backed into a corner
avoiding the red man.
Mercury jogged and jumped into a tree scaling it with ease. Flinging
himself away from the tree to the wall. He pulled himself over and
looked to the boy who not too long ago was scared by the very sight of
him. He confessed to the boy who nodded in understanding.

“A hippopotamus is not for me.”
----
House Guests ~Venus~

Venus pillowed his head on bubblegum colored thighs, delicate matching
pink fingers worked his temples gently, he had helped her pick a new
name upon liberating her and bringing her back to the sanctuary,
her name was Bliss. She was delicate and was of an obvious oriental
descent. His muscle bound body did its best to attempt to float
lightly, his tail coiled like a spring under him ensured that he
didn’t sink. On his right was a curvaceous redhead, her skin was
patterned much like a peppermint. She that claimed the name Rapture
upon hearing Bliss’s new moniker, she worked on manicuring his right
hand. Ecstasy was on his left working on that hand, she followed suit
and stayed with the theme when picking her new name, her skin and hair
held a golden sheen and she let off a warming glow that Venus knew
could light a dark room. Delight sat near his feet relaxing and
serenading them all in a melodic voice singing in ancient tongues lost
to the world. Her black curls and olive skin spoke of a Greek decent.
The bikini clad women seemed quite fond of the red beast they
encircled.

The women had been caged when he had found them; like animals chained
and manacled the metal held their limbs none of their powers were
dangerous physically and had little to nothing to do with the names
they took on, another suggestion of Venuses. It was better to leave a
foe guessing what you could do. The women had fallen prey to a man
that had a taste for ensnaring mutant women, he carefully combed the
world for exotic mutant beauties, with talents that could be held at
bay with a mere human’s muscles and a shock collar if necessary.

Venus had been put on the trail when noted one of his former dates
with the man, and noted an article that spoke of her disappearance
later that week; he left the rest of the detective work to his brother
Mars, but when the location was found he took the rest into his hands.
The man that captured them and all of his staff were now dead. He
worked quietly, effectively and with a merciful but thorough
swiftness. He freed the woman and introduced them to the sanctuary,
but he waited on them hand and foot making sure they hadn’t wanted for
anything at his own studio. He had spent the majority of the last few
months interacting with them. Today he had been pleasantly surprised
to find them wanting to return the favor. He hadn’t been the first to
initiate any sort of romantic ideas with any of them. The only one he
had acted on any sort of carnal act was Ecstasy.

His hands and feet were perfectly manicured and his temples had been
massaged in to oblivion the five relaxed in the bubbling pool
afterwards , listening contently to Delight finish her operetta in
Lusitanian a language lost to the world in the 2nd century AD.
----
The Monkey King watches over New York ~Pluto~

Pluto gripped the railing on a six story building overlooking central
park. He watched as the mugger grabbed the wallet off of Joe business.
It was a bad day to commit crime tonight. The Monkey King was prowling
tonight. A golden helm with spires sticking up out to represent the
points of a crown adorned his head. The clothing clinging to his flesh
had ancient Chinese accents reminiscent of a Chinese monk, every bit
of his bright red skin was carefully covered, A long tail that was
dyed black moved mischievously behind seemingly aging the man it was
attached to into action. The muggers running pace carried him forward.
The Monkey King placed a hand on the rail and tossed his heavy frame
over the edge. His mass fell quickly catapulting him toward the
ground. As He hit the ground he rolled forward and stood with a
quickness that betrayed his size.

The mugger slammed into a wall where one wasn’t before, he looked up
dazed, the hand holding the purloined wallet went to a head shaking
the stars slowly away from his mind. His eyes seemed to finally focus
on the behemoth before him.

Pluto smiled beneath the helmet and uttered in Mandarin that would
more than likely be foreign to the man. ~~“Evil will perish at my

hands this night, recant your ways and return the wallet.”~~ Pluto has
begun learning Chinese so he could one fit the role he had fit to his


superhero persona and two, so he could mischievously warn evildoers of
what was to come while at the same time giving them a chance, albeit a
slim one to undo their harm. For the most part his phrases were
cobbled together from the internet and random phrase books. He is
working on learning it properly, but for now has settled for phrases
he thinks might be fun or useful.



The criminal replied in a stutter. “I I I I I do don’t speak that
language man.” He scrambled backwards away from the costumed giant.
Pluto took on a fighting stance and the man attempted to roll over and
bolt away. The wallet in his hand now gripped by a white knuckled
fist. The monkey kings tail snaked out and wrapped around the fleeing
foes ankle and held him high much like a fisherman might pose with a
prize fish. Pluto struck forward with several quasi martial art blows
taking a step forward each time at the would be thug, but with each
step forward and strike the tail dangled him just out reach from the
bone crushing blows.

Pluto carried on like this for the majority of a block. His helmed
head looked forward toward Joe business, who seemed to be watching in
disbelief. Waiting to see what fate his wallet held. The tail flung
the man into the air with a suddenness that seemed to surprise even
the hero toying with the man. He jogged forward and seemed to line up
to catch the man with an unassuredness that would have been
frightening to behold if you were the one coming down to meet the
pavement. Pluto snatched the man out of the air by the back of his
jacket and wrenched it into a handle.

He marched the man forward toward the business man, his antagonist
hanging from his grip like a pup in the maw of an older wiser dog.

Pluto announced again in his newly polished Chinese dialect. “Return
what is rightfully his.” The criminal didn’t understand a word, but
understood the meaning seemingly enough. Pluto then reached into the
criminal’s jacket and pulled out his wallet as well, tossing it to the
business man. “Have a fortunate night.” He spoke cheerily in a
language he seemingly only understood. He then turned the criminal in
his hand to face him. “Take from this a lesson worth learning.”

He then nimbly climbed a light post with his free hand tail and feet.
He released the man at the part of the light that curved over, it was
a good twenty foot drop, something a mere man would not like to
experience over pavement. The monkey king leaped from the pole leaving
the man to his Ordeal and began climbing the nearest building like a
miniature king Kong, too once again take up his perch of justice
---
~Little Russia gets smaller.~ Jupiter~

In the shadow of an alleyway a force of destruction was held at bay,
it waited on a text message. Jupiter rolled his shoulders and then let
his neck give out a snap crackle and pop. He was about to play a
little game he called mafia wrecking ball. It wasn’t hard to imagine
the man being destructive. He stood at a sturdy six foot nine inches;
His shoulder span was nearly five foot. He had layers of muscle that
science hadn’t named. His skin was a vibrant red that screamed
cautionary warning to his foes, his hair stood on end in black spikes.
His eyes were a deep red and the look in them held a simmering hatred.
His seven foot monkey like tail lashed about dangerously, as if
agitated. He wore black Jeans and a matching tank top, the spiked
collar and wrist bands, were touches that he added for fun at the last
moment, he would have brought a bat or a chain but they would just be
discarded when he tore them apart as well.

Crimson eyes surveyed the warehouse before him; it was the closest
foot hold of the Russians to Order territory and soon would be an
example. It was also an example that was the first of fifteen,
tonight. The Russians were about to get the answer to the ignored
warnings they had been testing. Lori had been bombing them, but the
Russians could compete with bombs, a bomb for a bomb. so, Jupiter was
about to lay waste to every major point of steady income that they
could find.

A text arrived in a red phone to the call of “lets…….. Get ready to
rumble!” The cell looked undersized in the large red palm that held
it. The address of the warehouse popped up for confirmation that he
was at the right locale and then three simple words followed. “Ready?
Set. Go!”

Jupiter snapped a picture of the building with the phone and slid the
device into his jean pocket. He then jogged across the street grabbing
a sleek looking Cadillac off of the curb like a child might snatch a
wild flower. He spun his body around and launched the car into the
front entrance of the building. Bricks, glass and various other debris
rained throughout the warehouse as the previously shinny car skipped
through the building like a flat stone in a pond creating havoc with
every bounce. Jupiter proceeded to the corner of the large building
and began to push the heavy metal frame, without so much as breaking a
sweat the building began to shift away from the red devil in black.

With a groaning complaint the steel framed structure crumpled over the
tall brick walls and aluminum roofing cascaded down as the supports no
longer did their job. Jupiter grinned viciously as the scene was
transformed into a disaster. Jupiter yanked at the piece of reinforced
steel that had been the corner support of the building, gripping the
metal and plucking it from the wreckage he viciously hammered at the
carcass of the former warehouse. There could have been survivors, but
the building was wrecked and that was the point.

Jupiter tossed the bent up support beam across the wreckage and jogged
across the street once more into the alley and onto his motorcycles.
His cell phone flashed another picture of the heap of a building. He
put his helmet on and raced to the next location. His next performance
would be a bit messier, it was a hideout and there would be a lot more
eyes watching out and even more guns.

First. Welcome back, Sir. I am sure everyone is overjoyed to have you among us again. I look forward to seeing you around the Sanctuary.

*tackle hugs the abyss!* Welcome back big red!

*Joins in the tackling and the hugging.* It's nice to have you back big guy.




Thank Kaz. I had to scan this picture in two pieces and he pieced it together for me.

*jumps into your arms, with much warm purring*

You are back, so I shall leave my monkey tail ribbon here.

*purr, purr, purrrr*

MISTER BUBBLES !
good to have you back mister red gaint man

Fp
Abyss has become sadden by the lack of long term results and more importantly the lack of change within the states. Sure there is plenty more fear but what have they actually accomplished? On the other hand they have plenty of new allies and enemies the order has set up other cells across the nation causing chaos nation wide and among the they have moved into a more mafia styled set up owning there territory and running it for the most part in the last ten years undisputed.

------------------------------------Pre/early Haywire attitudes-----------------------------------------------------
Pluto would hate it, he essentially is the most optimistic. He thinks that they could talk sense into the humans if they would just take a second to listen. On the other hand it is all rather exciting.

Saturn doesn't care, about anybody. He is the opposite. Pessimistic and thinks that if they don't oppress the humans some one else will, maybe even them selves. He is usually sulky and reserved.

Mars is the thinker and is more concerned with the virus getting out of hand. or mutating past what their cure can handle. he thinks its logical to take over the world. After all if he is in control...if the order is in control then it will fit his interests most.

Mercury; thinks its fun to blow up stuff and more than likely will love seeing all the chaos. he is the least mentally stable of the bunch.

Jupiter thinks the virus is underhanded and not direct enough. If they wanted to do this right they would simply keep recruiting and take over mano a mano. He can however see the benefits; he thinks that it is cowardly though. he quite honestly would prefer to destroy them with his own hands.

Venus obviously is a lover not a fighter, he would prefer that peaceful world of Pluto’s but he wouldn't mind having a kingdom of his own.


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Over the years Abyss has stretched and stretched and stretched his ability to open voids and the need for them to be opened, the clones can now travel world wide and most have split off from the group and only one resides in the void for long periods of time, but he is more or less a creature of madness now.

Jupiter Does mercenary work and the only job he has been noted to turn down was one against the order on which he violently got his point across to the group wishing to contract his help only leaving one man alive to tell the tell. He has currently been hired to Hunt Meese in Ontario , He doesn’t always take Illegal jobs, so long as they appeal to him.

Saturn has spent the majority of his time cooped up and reading he tends to hate people and only deigns to come to the orders assistance upon special request. He doesn’t particularly like anyone including his brothers or the order. The world very well might be better off gone.

Mars has considered abandoning his world of evil for more noble purposes but in the settled for neutral. Though he has slowly been storing secrets away about anyone he comes across developing a large mental bank of weaknesses on everyone he has every met. He can be found speaking with Saturn often between the two of them, they may decide to commit worldwide genocide.

Venus has been more than occupied with non order business his love affair with a Kabal member ahs been more than enough to cause suspicion among the others to question his loyalties.

Pluto abandoned ship long ago for Antarctica, he has sworn to Abyss and the rest of the order that if they so much as touch the peaceful little settlement of Mutants, with any thing less than peace in mind, That he would personally kill every last *************** ****** ******** ******** ****** *** ** one of them.” And that further more he didn’t believe them capable of peace. Coming from the friendly and playful Pluto, they actually took him seriously and Abyss has done his part to keep them away from it,

Mercury decided that instead of taking the preventive serum that he wanted an increased dose of the haywire Virus. He decided that it would be fun and give the order a weapon that they could control via Abyss and Syn. Abyss was reluctant but in the end Mercury made his own decision. He injected a large tube of haywire concentrate into his arm and went mad. He went into haywire mode and under went a sickening physical and mental change. His body became more beastly then ever and his tenuous sanity disintegrated into something that could be called deranged at best. His mental skills have gone to nothing and his blood lust and cruelty have increased ten fold.


Power changes; Abyss can now summon and let the clones travel on worldwide level.

Con: they are no longer all his “minions” at his beck and call. At best he can count on five to even show and out of those he can truly only count on one to help consciously, the other to help in a madden state. The others may or may not help depending on their mood with only Pluto being a definite no.

Mercury: Has lost all metal capability but grows into a beast like form upon exiting the void. The form is much larger than abyss and the other clones his skin stretches and becomes clear, leaving his muscle mass bare to the eye. His eyes stretch and point, his mouth tears into a huge gaping maw. His teeth shift and become terrifying rows of blade like tusks.. He is as much a danger to anyone in the immediate vicinity as to those that the Order has unleashed him on. The only way that Mercury could be controlled before was for Abyss to recall him into the void when the appropriate amount of destruction has been achieved or for Syn to put enough pheromones on him to get a general idea of what should be accomplished. But in recent years Syn has developed something a bit more sure fire.

present or future, I don't wanna tangle with this cat

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