This "story" was created for the fun of it and I had characters stocked up in my mind. In short, this was written because...Why not?
Will these people be officially used? Maybe this setting, maybe another. Who knows, or maybe only this occasion.
Also note that they are supposed to be overpowered (In their own fashion); That's the point. This is a story created...just because...
Also Note that the Side-Notes are extra information + some extra bits created for my own amusement. As such they should be considered serious with a hint of salt the size of a boulder that was imported from atop the Bolivian Salt plains
Also, because I know people don't like walls of text, this is going to be separated into 4 parts.
Lochan Wardell : The eye from the guardian's hill
"Contact!" Someone yelled over the radio
"Due north, to the skies, wind to the west at 20 kph" Another person said, then he coughed. In the air, by high noon, there was a hoard of nevermore heading toward the soldiers' position. The paramilitary soldiers were positioned on a very large hill that was situated in the middle of a wide rolling plain. Though the force consisted of a measly 21 troops, the hill was surprisingly entrenched effectively and the barbed wires, no matter the effectiveness, was better than nothing. On top of the bunker hill was a hastily built radio command center.
The force of soldiers, who were entrenched, were all separated far away from each other. They all carried heavy equipment and mounted machine guns. Beside them were stashes of high-end explosives and the ones with the detonators were the soldiers next to said stash and the soldiers who are nearest to each other by eye sight.
"So, how's that experimental equipment?" One soldier said as the unsettling screeches of Grimm infected the landscape's air.
At the very top of the hill there was a fairly young looking stone-faced man, who was much older than he appeared, working on a large metal box in front of him. An elegant blue glow enveloped the surrounding base. The man, who was wearing worn out green military fatigues, carried a high tech camera in his hands. Surrounding him were crates of dust vials and spare scrap parts of varying sizes. The radio operator was fidgeting relentlessly as the aged officer was looking toward the hoard with his cape waving in the air. He breathed in the fresh air as he gently spoke,
"What a nice day to die..." He sighed as he smirked "However I prefer to see another day. Got that stolen tech workin' yet Wardell?" The young man was manipulating the scanning and construction process in his head while the dust and machine parts were quickly being built without anyone touching the parts,
"...Concentrating..." The man monotonously replied "...According to the machine's analysis..." The weapon Lochan was creating had been completed consisted of a large launching base and two long parallel conducting rails. The projectile was a narrow pole and the ammunition seemed to be in the middle of an electrical process "This is one of the most effective methods of combat in this situation" The officer was wide-mouthed and stunned at the piece of weaponry. The radio man stopped jittering and acted the same as his commanding officer.
The officer whistled "It was worth raiding the old workshops...And that's...?" The weapon was powering up and glowed magnificently,
"An experimental weapon of the military; This weapon is also known as-" The weapon fired into the hoard. The projectile cleared a clean, distinct hole in the crowd of enemies. The electrical weapon was sparking and almost seemed to malfunction before more surrounding parts continuously supported it "A railgun" Wardell finished.
The weapon fired a few more times at the hoard of enemies; effectively ending their presence. The troops rejoiced in celebration for having no casualties for once and for seeing the reveal of their stolen weapon. All but one person was involved as Wardell was working on quickening the process of construction and deconstruction, increasing the compatibility between the experimental technology and his camera scanner, and working out all of the kinks of his newfound abilities.
While doing so, his body started to fail on him. Parts of his body cracked and even his arm fell off. The man noticed this degenerating state of his body and began refining the spare parts around him. Mechanical parts repaired his body as he tried his best to look human, or at least repair enough of his body to look like he had to use metal prosthetics.
Far off from him, Lochan was being observed by his superior through a pair of binoculars. When he set the device down, the man held his down a little as a bit of guilt filled his heart, "I'm so sorry..."
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Inside of large forest of red leaves with a red beautiful sky there was a group of four young huntsmen. All of them wore some generic gear, and had a generic style to them; as such...
"Bah, why the hell were we assigned to this place again?" One of the group members complained, a man with a gold-yellow color palette. His weapon was a halberd rifle that had some extra attachments such as a scope. Another teammate pointed at him, a red squirrel girl faunus; This young girl had grenades strapped to her and a rifle with a bayonet strapped to her back,
"Because it's our duty-"
"Don't spat your ever-glorified speech at me now!" The blonde member snapped at her
"Guys, guys" The brown palette man, with his entire body covered head-to-toe, had both his hands out at both of them while nervously smiling "You're going to attract the Grimm..." Suddenly, two ballistic knives, one in each hand, appeared out of nowhere to each one's necks "Uh...Please?" He was still nervously smiling
"Unnecessary drama damn it..." The last member, one who had a red palette quietly commentated "So aggravating" He shifted the weight of the 4-barrel rocket-launcher on his back. Then suddenly, he felt a powerful shiver and a cramp in his stomach "Aah...Shit!" He suddenly ran into one direction and yelled out "Don't wait up for me!" Before his teammates could reach out to him, the man was already gone,
"Wow, he moves quicker than I thought" The gold teammate commentated in awe as the squirrel girl was mentally grinding her teeth,
"Ah! Doesn't he realize separating himself from the team will get him killed?!"
'If he uses his weapon...Wait would it be good or bad if our target gets attracted to our position?' brown palette member thought,
As the red member was squating down and relieving himself, he was holding his rocket launcher in his hands while menacingly glaring at the tree-line, "Oi, show yourself. I know you've been watching us for a while now...And you're probably our target...So ge-" From behind the hunter, a mechanical doll, one that looked like a woman with long golden hair in a mourning gown, appeared "..." He was silent for a moment before calmly activating the backwards firing mode of his weapon and fired all four barrels...
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All three members on the team raised their heads and saw the smoke trail rising in the direction of their comrade, "That idiot!" The squirrel faunus said while being the first to run into the treeline,
"You damn hypocrite, wait!" The golden haired man pursued his comrade, leaving the brown haired man alone.
"Hah..." He was gripping his chest. The hairs on his entire body stood on end and he was having a sudden panic attack. Frozen in place momentarily, with a lump in his throat, he screamed out "Aurel! Siena! Retreat! You'll die! The enemy is-" His fear had subsided, and at that moment the man knew...
In a single second, his movement was a flashing blur and he was far from where he stood. He pulled out a rondel dagger, had it in reverse grip, and a ballistic knife in the other. He quickly eyed to where he felt the enemy was upon him when he realized something, "I'm dead" An arm was around his neck and a hand positioned on his head that was itching for a neck breaking, 'I messed up...I messed up...I...ah...' He internally cried and he cried slightly,
"Indeed you are" As a force of impact, the brown haired man heard his red head leader's voice,
"You twisted-" In a moment, the man's neck had been twisted and his body fell to the ground,
"Your neck? Indeed I did" The young, cloaked man, carrying a metal box on his back and in his right hand, walked into the treeline...
The man walked until he found a man with golden hair, his hair now partially reddened and his armor doused in his own blood. The weapon he carried was still in one piece and his expression was that of sheer shock. The man walked over the body without any prayer and continued onward. Later, he found the near-death body of a squirrel faunus. Despite her mortal injuries, she was fighting back all of the pain and death itself. All of her grenades had their fuses cleaved off; not allowing their detonation at all.
"You...there" She pointed at the cloaked man "Y-You're the one who...Did this, right?" She weakly questioned. The man stared at her intensely, as if he were scanning her "Answer me" She coughed up blood "Why?"
"...I don't answer to the dead...and don't think about suicide bombing to even attempt to scratch me. It won't work, but I'll respect you for trying" The squirrel faunus opened his eyes widely "H-How?!" It wasn't the fact that her trump card was revealed, but what she saw on the cloaked man's face "Why do you have-"
"I just wanted to see how that man's body felt like; Nothing more, nothing less" The faunus' face contorted into true mortified disgust
"How can you say that with such a straight face?!" Then she shifted into a maddened expression "Damn you..." She said stifled "Damn you!" She initiated her suicide bomb, but nothing happened. She continued pressingly the trigger furiously as the man walked ahead without a care,
"I think you misunderstood me. There is a reason why I said your attempt won't work..." While he was trotting off, he realized a flaw in his wording "And I'm NOT wearing your friend's skin, what the hell do you take me for?" Though the squirrel girl sighed in relief, she was gravely concerned about her teammates
"Ah...Why did he let me live?" Though she was fairly quiet, the man still heard her somehow
"Are you really going to complain?!" Later, the cloaked man finally made it to the leader of the group. Where he was originally squating down, there was a large crater, broken trees, and singed grass all in one direction. The leader, apparently being made of iron, was sitting near-motionlessly on top of his weapon. His equipment in tatters and his back becoming severely burned, it was a wonder how he wasn't howling in pain.
"...Why did you do this?" The leader asked while he raised his head "What was the purpose of all this?" His face scrunched up when he saw the face of his enemy "And quit wearing my face, it's creeping me the hell out"
"...Hunters and huntresses these days make me sick"
"Eh?"
"For all the fame and glory; The thrill and experience; The power. Quite disappointing"
"Oi, your logic is fu-"
"Are you telling me that I am wrong?"
"That's generalizing you f-"
"I have seen quite the racists in the schools, some glory hounds, and other unmentionables"
"Can you just let me-"
"Your organization is like a glorified mercenary company"
"That-"
"Even some hunters and huntresses, whom are supposed to be humanity's guardians...Run in fear"
"When you're facing a giant hoard you would-"
"And don't forget about the fact that many of them are teen-"
"Oh for gods sake, quit rambling!" He threw his arms up into the air and ran at his doppleganger. At that point, there was a blade to his throat and from behind him was the mourning mechanical doll which attacked him "Damn it!" He was perfectly still and his eyes were examined closely by his enemy,
"Nice determination...Oh, and you know all of that stuff about my reasoning?"
"You mean all of that rambling bullcrap?"
"Well it was all rambling bullcrap, because I honestly don't care" The red haired man was silent for a few moments
"What?!"
"I just wanted to see everyone's reaction; The fate of a curious person, no?"
"What the hell?!" The cloaked man snapped his fingers
"Like that for instance"
"But...You...You just killed-"
"And how would you know that? Seriously...How? Because you read the script? Do you have sight-beyond-sight? Look beyond what is seen. For example..."
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Over to where the brown haired man was, he got up from his position and rubbed his neck "Ha..." Goosebumps were scattered all over his body; his heart was beating out of his chest "This is one of the few times where being a faunus actually helps"
"Your brown friend for instance is an owl faunus, as such, his neck can turn about 270 degrees in either direction. By the way, it was a pain in the neck to figure that out. He hid his faunus side quite well."
On the side with the blonde haired man, he was still suffering from the shock of what just happened 'Ah...Why did she just...Kiss me?...Ah'
"His bleeding head was from a rock that he hit on the way down...The other blood I have no clue. Probably his nose bleeding or something"
At the last stretch, the squirrel faunus was laying down wondering how she wasn't bleeding out to death yet. "Though she did know a fair amount about the medical field, she should have been dead. Her injuries, though they may look mortal, but some of her injuries are actually not lethal, my doll is very precise and was careful on not dealing too much damage to her and disabling all of her explosives" The cloaked man remained silent for a bit "You get it?" The red head was dumbfounded by this discovery,
"What the hell is your damage?"
"Psychological drama, drastic bodily injury, degenerating state of self and opening a romantic path for one of your teammate's"
"Not funny" He scorned "So...What about the Grimm around this area? What about-" The cloaked man pointed at his doll
"Orfhlaith is strong enough to handle your entire group 50 times over, so that's not much of an issue...Now then" The doll relinquished the red leader his movement and she went to the side of the man,
"Do you mind changing your face? It's..." The cloaked person seemingly changed his(?) figure along with his appearance "...Eh?" The person turned around and all the red haired man could see was a cute woman with braided green hair, deep green eyes, and a fairly beat up, but still attractable light complexion "...I need to rest after this"
"That's what everyone says" The person's voice was quite pleasant, yet somehow it had some hidden mischief behind it. The doll began to dismantle into individual parts and it returned to it's original state into the box the unknown person was holding in her(?) hand. While the red leader was holding his head in confusion, he requested the cloaked figure something,
"Do you have a name?" The cloaked woman turned around,
"I have one, yet many. This isn't even my original face" She smiled and the woman went along her day like nothing had happened at all...
"...I need a break after this" The red-headed leader was sitting on his rocket launcher and was holding his head due to a headache.
In the distance, the sounds of dying Grimm filled the air in the droves...
"Well, at least that explains the lack of Grimm..."
Side Note: Believe it or not, Velvet was NOT the basis for this character's abilities. This person was in the works before her badass reveal...Yeah what a coincidence, right? (Then again, copying abilities have been demonstrated many times in other mediums, so...)
Lochan actually counts as a genderless character...