Rafeghaz by Rhekarid  | TEAM: Freelance Villain |  | SECTOR: INDUSTRIAL |  | KIT CLASS: Master Training |
|  |  |  Hall Of Fame! |  Survival - 8 wins! |
| Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 3
Jessica Sylph - Win 11-6
Jamin: King of Musical Chairs - Win 15-9
Jakt - Win 12-5
Lorelei Rogeston: Aura Girl - Win 11-5
MechaCop - Win 12-5
Father's child - Loss 8-16
Core - Loss 14-15
Constantine - Win 16-12
Dr. Ross Bryant - Win 18-9
Ocean Star - Win 17-8
Rock Sugar Baby - Loss 10-16
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 | Faced with the grinding, what can we do? I still don't have an answer. All of my friends, and my...love. We all thought about it. I gave up after we found Marcus, and then we found his heart, and then we found his...Jason, you never gave up. You told me you would find the answer and send me home safe to our son. Why? Why didn't you say anything about coming home yourself?! The boat turned around, just like you said it would, but you never came back from the helm. I waited, I'm still waiting...do you need to stay there to guide the ship back to the city? You said you'd come back when you got the ship turned around. You never gave up like I did, that's why I love you, why I know you're still alive. Oh, God...this is all my fault. I'm the one who wanted to stop at that island. I'm the one who wanted to look at that rockslide. The one who moved those stones, and set it free. You told me you didn't hate me, but it's my fault. Jessica was right...I killed us. I killed all of us. Jason, come back and tell me I didn't kill you too... | Personality: None of the others had an answer either, and they died for it. I pray you found one. They were faced with the grinding, and it took their screams...I never saw, but could hear it. We all heard it, you too, because you told me not to be afraid. I couldn't help it. The grinding spoke to them, but all its words were screams, and when the others opened their mouths that's all that came out. It was all I ever heard. It pulled their screams away while it twisted their bodies open to get at them...and now it wants mine, I can hear it. Jason, I never heard you scream while I hid here and cried, ruining this paper as I write it to remind myself that you're safe. Come back, so my own don't come tumbling out of my mouth. |
 | | Strength: | Superior The pinnacle of human strength.
Can bench press 1000 pounds. | Agility: | Superior This fighter can dodge, weave and move
with the grace of an Olympic gymnast. | | Body: | Superior Hardy.
Takes punishment like a heavyweight fighter or wrester. | Mind: | Weak BELOW normal human mental power.
Not the sharpest tack in the drawer. |
 | Unbound |
Jason's wife was the only one who heard anything, after they stopped on the island, but nobody really thought twice about the whole affair. Everyone had been sick of weeks on a boat, and the land was a welcome respite. A rockslide buried a small corner of the beach, but it didn't stand out at all in a place that appeared to be completely ravaged by some small war. But she heard a sound and wanted to look, and a few of the crew members helped her dig out of boredom. They almost didn't notice when it leapt out of the opening they made, leaping high into the air in a blur. Years of carrying tons of stone upon its back in a desperate attempt not to be crushed had left its body virtually formed of iron, and free from the perpetual weights it flew through the sky in a swift series of bounds. Merely a speck in seconds, it vanished into the ship with the crew charging back underneath.
 | Unchained |
They searched for a full day and found nothing of their stowaway, no matter how thoroughly the crew combed the ship. A few people claimed to see something, gliding from one end of the ship to the other during the night, or ricocheting through the machinery of the engine room and bouncing away too quickly to be sure anything was there at all. Eventually they decided to simply pack up and leave, already too far off schedule, and soon the visitor was forgotten. Just a bat, a few people said. Another week at sea passed by without any more sightings...and then they found Robert Allen, a quiet man who cleaned the top decks at night. They found a piece of his hand floating in the ocean, a piece of a lung two decks down. Just inside around the corner, another sailor was sitting on the floor against the wall, eyes wide and ears bleeding, muttering to himself. "Jumped past me...I couldn't...so fast...just grinding..." A few people on the ship said they'd heard a scream, and that was it. The fear began, but it didn't have long to fester. Even as the crowd gathered around the remains in the cold night air, a cacophony of shrieks erupted from the floor below, sounds like the entire crew was in its last moments. They all rushed down the stairs, as those in the lower decks ran up, only to find a single victim, as badly torn apart as the room she had been sleeping in. The fear began in earnest.
 | Stolen Fear |
Early the next morning, the ship went off course. Everyone woke up as it did so, awakened by the deafening, grinding sound of a thousand screams. Twelve more died through the course of the day, until nobody even bothered to check for bodies when the noise was heard. By then the remaining crew huddled together in the center of the ship, hoping that if everyone's back was watched by someone else, they would be safe. There was only one topic of conversation; what would they do, if they were faced with the grinding. What *could* they do, when no one had seen what they all had heard? It was then that Marcus presented his idea. Bury it. They had found it buried, and it had been effectively trapped. Bury it again, and never look back. The ship was old, and not built for combat...a few explosives would turn it into rubble at the bottom of the ocean, while the survivors left on lifeboats. Armed with the few firearms they had, he and some supporters ventured out to plants some homemade bombs, wary in case they were faced with the grinding. It wasn't long before it came to them, wrapped in screams that cloaked it. Marcus bellowed orders, thinking he was lucky that it simply stood there, not knowing it was content to watch as long as he kept making noise. Until his mouth closed, and it felt the need to pull his voice from him.
 | Never Again |
A gas line ran through the ceiling above it, and it was there that Marcus fired. The explosion punched a hole through the ceiling and brought the entire room above crashing down, crushing the stowaway under countless tons of steel and debris, drowning out the shrieks that encircled it. But then the screams became louder, agonizingly so, until the waves of sound tore the rubble away. Shrouded in the cries that now spun around it in a whirlwind of miserable noise, the thing walked out of the mound seemingly unaware of the screams around it, leaping side to side to avoid the chunks of flying metal flung forward by its own force. Marcus tried to aim again and his hands abruptly vanished under the shadow of a piece of shrapnel, and then the thing opened its mouth. All other sound was instantly drowned out as the grinding began, the miserable cries of the dead and dying the world over, tearing through metal, flesh, and bone. Marcus tried to release his own scream, but it was caught up and pulled away by the maelstrom which the thing still could not hear. The grinding cut through the floor and collapsed several more decks, knocking out power in the room everyone hid in and sending them into a scattered panic, abandoning safety in their fear.
 | Grinding |
- Power: Sonics
- Level:Supreme
- Kit Power Link: Master Training
- Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
- Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
I'm almost out of paper. I know you'll read this Jason...you have to be alive. Just because I hear it doesn't mean anything. It hasn't stopped for hours, and I have to wonder if I'm going insane. I need you back, please come back. Don't let me be alone here! It's looking for me, it knows I'm still on the boat somewhere. I think it can hear my voice even when I'm not speaking, and it wants that...it wants to take my screams. God, don't let it...the entire boat is falling apart, it feels like the floor is buckling. I'm sorry Jason, don't let the smudges bother you. My ears are bleeding, now, it's ruining the paper. I think it's coming closer, but I can't hear it. I can't hear anything now. What am I supposed to do when I'm faced with the grinding, Jason? You said you would find an answer! You said you would come back! Why don't you answer me!? I can haard ly s e the pa p r no...it hu ts, Jas
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