Thread: Of Vice & Virtue Act I: Blurred Lines (Skeith & MessedUpRP)

The continent was locked in a state of permafrost following an attack by a remarkably potent being. The first documented Meta-Human. Since the attack that resulted in what is being considered the next ice age, the Meta-Human phenomena seemed to take hold. Varying powers and gifts gave rise to the classification system by which these beings were measured. Levels 1 through 5. Many average citizens technically clock in as a Level 1 Meta-Human, there powers are simply too weak to make much difference. At Level 2, Meta-Humans become a threat. At Level 3, Meta-Humans approach levels of strength that allow them to hurl vehicles like small stones and cause incredible damage. By the time the power reaches Level 4, these beings can single handedly conquer civilizations. There has not been another documented Level 5 Meta-Human since the attack that began the phenomena. Norvinovska, the City of Stars. A towering metropolis deep in the New Soviet Union. November 13th, 2174. A family, bundled tight for the cold were making their way home night at the opera. Two adults and two young children. The two small girls held hands as they laughed and joked. The parents watching fondly. The man's smile faded as he noticed to figures standing at the end of the alley. He turned to look back, seeing the other end also blocked. He reached into his coat but before he could withdraw his arm a knife emerged from the shadows beside him and cleanly pierced his ribs. The woman let out a loud shriek as the man collapsed forward. A gun fell from his coat. She hastily moved to grab it, but a gunshot rang out. Her body lifelessly slumped forward. The two girls stood beside one another, one clinging tightly to the other, who appeared more angry than frightened. The attacks moved to flee as sirens wailed. The more frightened of the two moved to try to wake their parents while the more steadfast, moved to cradle her in her arms. She looked up to see one of the men looking to flee and reached for her father's pistol. She held it aloft, aiming at the fleeing man. Her gaze narrowed bitterly as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She was about to squeeze the trigger, despite her sister's protest before pain struck her hard. She slumped forward into the snow. She could hear her sister screaming, but could hardly remain conscious. Her last sight being the arrival of emergency services. As Vera and Dina grew, the process their politician father had fought to prevent came to be. A Meta-Human registry. As it was implemented, many rights were stripped from Meta-Humans based on rank. Dina was added, but Vera was not. It was surmised that the injury sustained the night of the attack had stunted her powers growth. If they manifested at all, it would be much later than her twin. December 2nd, 2187 Norinovska. A large armored vehicle came to a halt outside of an old warehouse. A group of twelve armed men moved into the building. Yo, Frankie. Get the lights on. One man said aloud. In response one of the men walked over into the shadows to get the switch. The rest of you take up positions. You sure about this boss? If the knight-Owl shows up... Another asked, looking over at him nervously. Knight-Hawk is already here. You know what they say about birds of a feather. If one of the birds is here, the other will come soon. Ready up. Suddenly a loud bang rang out from the shadows followed by the distinct sound of a body slumping to the floor, then something heavy being dragged. Frankie? Frankie, quit fucking around! Frankie's hung up at the moment. A disguised, but distinctly feminine Russian voice responded. A shadowy figure quickly crushed one of the men beneath their weight. The men turned to fire, but the figure was gone. What the fuck? He quickly reloaded his weapon as he began backing up. Where the fuck are you? Up here. A cable hooked his leg, pulling him up towards the rafter at insane speed. As he rose, a shadowy figure flew past him descending into the remaining group. Gunfire lit up the room like a rave as a cloaked figure with red eyes worked their way through the soldiers. Deflecting strikes and redirecting gunfire at their allies. The leader hanging from the ceiling watched in stupefied horror as the figure so quickly disposed of his men. Before he could yell again, the figure was already on top of him, pulling him up to its level. The piercing red eyes causing him to gasp. Where is she? The voice roared. The man nervously looked towards another room in the warehouse. The cloaked figure cut the cable letting him fall to the ground with a dull thud. It landed beside him, stomping his head to knock him out cold. It approached the room, loosening its mask as it entered the room. Dina? Dina? She asked the air, looking about the space. She kicked on a light and was horrified by what she beheld. Her sisters armor was cast to the side of the room. She was tied to a chair, defiled, and her torso covered in blood. Her throat having been slit. She looked up as a projector began playing the tortures that her sister endured. She tried to ignore the sights and sounds as she cradled her sister's body. She wept audibly. Dina... Dina... Don't go... I need you... Dina! She looked at the wound, a card sticking out from the injury. Her finger's pinched the card pulling it out to examine it. Her eyes narrowed angrily. She knew what killer left these cards. And they would pay.