The Conspiracist


Gender: Male

Kit: Normal

Location: Khazan


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: superior (rank 2)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 508

Personal Wins: 74

Personal Losses: 50

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


“Hello America and welcome to Channel 4 News. I’m Stacy Grey here with Tim Earl and today…” She was cut short putting a finger to her ear. “I’m sorry, but this just in; Kenneth Moss, the up and coming musician/movie star has just been reported seen fleeing the scene of a murder with an unknown accomplice at his, rumored to be, new recording label building. They are considered armed and dangerous. The local police have also informed us that if you see Mr. Kenneth Moss do not approach him and call the police immediately.”


2 hours earlier…

The Classic Mustang’s engine roared as it pulled out the alley way following close behind a limousine. The masked man then pressed a button on his radio with his gloved hand and the conversation in the limousine he followed could be heard throughout his car.

“You see K-Man? I told you with MY help you were headin’ straight to the top. Your last movie? Boom, Blockbuster. Your last album? Top of the charts baby! Now is the perfect time to capitalize on our... I mean your momentum. K-Dawg, we’re makin’ history!”

Ken’s agent, Joey Stanza, babbled on while they sat in the back of the limo. That’s all he ever talked about. Money… Money, girls, and legendary success.

“Ken? Ken, are you listening to me? This deal is either gonna set our careers in stone or end them, so you better not f*ck up.” He said growing aggravated. Kenneth still didn’t respond. “I just- I just don’t get you lately man. A year ago you woulda been so hype for this opportunity… You’ve just been out of the zone. You need to get focused. All of our dreams are coming true.” A smile plastered on his face.

“I hear you Joey. I’m just tired.”

“Well here, try these. Pop one these bad boys and you’re up for at least six hours. Trust me it works wonders. We need to make a good impression on these guys anyway and I need you up.”

Ken held the pill in his palm waiting for Joey to turn his head before stuffing them in his pocket. They arrived at the 11K Record label building and were quickly met at the door by a small man with glasses wearing an expensive toupee.

“Hello gentlemen, and welcome to the 11K Label. I’m sure you’re quite excited to get on with the business. So, if you will?” He motioned them to follow.

“This is the first time I was met at the door for a contract signing.” Ken whispered to Joey.

“I told you this was the big leagues K-man.”Joey whispered back.


The masked man stepped to the doors of the 11K building, but was immediately deterred by the security. He didn’t want to make a scene. Not yet. He circled to the back of the building, parking his mustang and pulled a grappling gun out the trunk.

“This better be worth that grand.” He said plainly as he pointed the gun to the roof of the building. He pulled the trigger firing the hook skywards. It sailed up part of the building before plummeting back to ground.

“Dammit… I shoulda asked for a receipt.” He said throwing the rest of the gun to the floor.

He got back in the driver’s seat of his car and made his way into the car garage of the building. He parked his car after paying a ridiculously high price for a spot between two white lines. He opened the door to the stairs and entered the building.


They got in the elevator and took it all the way up to the 51st floor. Where it seemed like they stepped into a totally different building. The fancy art and various other decorations could cause someone to confuse the floor with the floor of a 5 star hotel, or better yet a museum. Joey and Ken were surprised with the sudden change of scenery as they stopped momentarily to observe the art.


“Ahem!” The short man called trying to get the twos attention from down the hall. “They’re waiting.”

They hastened their pace to catch up to the little man. He waited in front of the door for them to catch up before opening it and allowing them to enter before him. Ken and Joey walked into the room while four men sat at a large table talking and laughing with each other. Once the two were all the way in the room the short man slammed the door behind them rousing the four men at the table from their conversation and turning their attention to Ken and Joey. The man at the head of the table stood up.

“Hello my friends, and welcome to the 11K Label! I’ll be with you in a moment.”

He turned his attention back to the other men at the table as he shook their hands and said his goodbyes to them. The three men got up and left while offering uncomfortable stares at the two. The man who sat at the head of the table then turned his attention back to Ken and Joey.

“My friends! My name is Simon Rockefeller, and this is my lawyer George Rickter.” The lawyer seemed to had stepped out of the shadows as he nodded his head. “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a busy schedule and I’d like to get right down to business.”

“Um, yea of course. Should we sit or-“Joey replied quickly.

“No no no, you can talk with Mr. Rickter here. Kenneth and I need to have a separate conversation before we begin the real business. Let me talk with you Ken.”

He placed his hand on Kenneth’s back as he led him out the room to another door across the hall.

“Uh okay… I’ll be here with him if you need me!” Joey yelled after them.


Simon led Kenneth across the hall. The room’s door said conference room, but if someone was to step in, it could easily be mistaken for an interrogation room. The large one way mirror on the side of the white brick wall was somewhat of a giveaway. Simon walked in first and sat down in one of the chairs motioning Kenneth to sit across from him.

“Would you like a drink, Kenneth?”

“Uh… Sure.” He said looking around the room.

Simon poured him a drink of scotch and passed him the glass. Kenneth held it in his hand as he watched Simon finish off his drink.

“Can we get to the signing now?”

“Of course, but I do have some questions for you Kenneth… Questions just to make sure you’re a good investment for us.” Kenneth nodded for him to continue. “Do you want to be successful Kenneth Moss?”

“Yea, that’s why I’m here now…”

“What would you do to attain that success?”

“Almost anything I guess… It’s my dream ya’ know? I want to be known around the world, to hear them chanting my name. No more B level movies I want the connections to be in the flicks that get shown worldwide. I want my music to be heard around the world… I want it all.”

“That’s the right spirit Kenneth, but if this is what you want…Then you have one more step before you can achieve it.” Simon said as he placed a sheet of paper, a syringe, and a knife on the table. “You might have heard the phrase ‘sign your name in blood.’”

Kenneth chuckled, but after seeing the stern look on Simons face the laughing stopped.

“Are you serious?”

“Very. We can promise you the fame, money, and success. We can promise you all the women you want. Your dream can be a reality, but you must make a promise also.” He pushed the paper forward.


Kenneth Moss

     Ally: standard (rank 1)


“No, no I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this.”

He rose up from his seat turning to open the door. At the click of the door knob he could feel the syringe puncturing the skin of his neck. Almost immediately his sight became blurred as he stumbled out the door holding onto his neck. Simon stood at the door of the room as he watched Kenneth fumble down the hall. As he stood there wiping down the syringe a voice boomed from the intercom in the conference room.

“Rockefeller! You’re allowing him to escape. After him!”

“No worries. I injected him with the sedative. He won’t make it to the elevators.”

“Excellent. Once captured recommence project MK-ULTRA. This one must not stray away.”

Kenneth could feel himself growing groggy. The sedative was spreading through his body and taking effect quickly. He turned the corner and leaned his back against the wall while reaching deep into his pocket and pulling out the pill Joey gave him earlier. He recalled Joey’s words as he dry swallowed the pill and then placed his hand on the wall to help him walk to the elevators. He could then here Joey’s voice in the distance. He was yelling. He was questioning Simon on what happened to him. After that was a gun shot. Kenneth hastened his pace by rapidly pushing the elevator button. The elevator door slowly opened revealing a masked man in a trench coat and leather gloves.

“Get in!” The masked man yelled as he pulled Ken into the elevator and slammed the elevator button.

“Who the hell are you!?” Kenneth said stumbling into the elevator.

“Call me the reinforcements.” He said pulling an M9 out of his coat.

“You gotta be f*ckin’ kidding me.”

The elevator stopped.

“What happened?” Kenneth said beginning to panic.

“Calm down and get on your hands and knees.”

“What? Why?!” Kenneth snapped back.

Without another word he pushed Kenneth to the ground using his back as a step ladder to remove the panel on the roof of the elevator. He pulled himself through and then lifted Kenneth up behind him.

“I hope you were good in gym superstar.” He said as he climbed up the metal cables that held the elevator in suspension.

“What the hell is going on here?” He said as he followed.

“All in due time.”

He climbed until he reached a ventilation grate and kicked it in leaping from the metal cables. Kenneth watched in astonishment from below.

“Are you serious? I can’t do that!”

“Jump or die.”

He could hear the elevator revive and begin its ascend up the higher floors. With a leap of fate he jumped off the cables and into the ventilation.


They both crawled through the ventilation until they found another grate and kicked it out jumping to the floor.

“Come on. We’ll take the stairs.”

“Wait, I’m not going anywhere.” Kenneth said out of breath. “Who are you? Why are you wearing a mask? And why did I get stabbed in the neck with a needle?”

“Do you really need to talk about this now, or should we get away from the people trying to kill you first?”

Kenneth was unmoved as he breathed heavily.

“Listen this sh*t is deep. I can’t really explain now, so here’s the short version. They want you dead. Happy? Now, come on we have to take the stairs.”

“Who’s they?!”


The masked man didn’t wait to discuss it any further and sprinted to the stairs.

“But… It’s the 27th floor!” He exclaimed exhausted.

The masked man ignored him, and Kenneth reluctantly followed.


Simon wiped his pistol clean of his finger prints as he looked over Joey’s limp body. The short man that once welcomed the now lifeless body returned to the scene as he lifted the gun from Simon’s hands.

“So another got away?” The short man flamboyantly asked.

“This one had help.” Simon snapped back. “The sedative should’ve dropped him at the elevators.”

He pulled a walkie-talkie from his jacket and handed it over.

“Call in the guards. Tell them Kenneth had a mental breakdown and shot his friend. His prints are on the glass on the table. They need to be on that gun before the authorities get here.” He said calmly.


The Mustang

     Vehicle: standard (rank 1)


Present time…

The two ran down the 27 flights of stairs and into the garage.

“Now how are we getting out of here?” Kenneth said with his hand on his knees.

“We’ll take my car.” He pressed a button on his keys and the Mustangs engine roared in the background.

They jumped in the car as a squad car drifted around the corner behind them. A speed chase commenced. The masked man swerved through the traffic attempting to shake the squad car off. While the masked man was busy avoiding the other cars and the numerous squad cars that now followed them. Kenneth’s eyes were fixed on the gun that now sat on the masked man’s lap. He grabbed it and held it against the drivers head.

“Who the hell are you?! Where are you taking me, and who the hell is them?!” Kenneth yelled aggravated.

“You sure do pick the worst times to play 21 questions.” He said swerving the car in and out of traffic. “For now, you can call me The Conspiracist. I’m the guy who just saved your ass from becoming an Illuminati mind puppet. Yea, you’re welcome. If you signed that piece of paper you would’ve been signing over your soul to them. Good thing you didn’t, or I wouldn’t have got paid. Thank you very much. Oh yea and the Angels might’ve been upset too.”

“Who’s the Angels?”

“Oh, them? We’ll be explaining that much later, but for now put that gun to use and shoot out those cops tires that’s trailin’ us.”


Bang Bang!

     Piercing Weapon: superior (rank 2)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Multi-Attack


Kenneth did as he was told and opened fire on the squad cars behind them until he got a shot on the driver. The shot went straight through the driver chest causing his head to collapse on the wheel. The car swerved into the other cars beside it before flipping through the air and crashing in the street causing a pile up. Kenneth sat back in his seat placing the gun on the dashboard.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to a place where the group known as the Illuminati has little to no pull at all.”

“And where is this, exactly?”




     Marksman: standard (rank 1)


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