Thank you to everyone who sent in the OCs. And to those whose OCs were rejected, I do hope you'll still read.
Full cast list:
Reaper by Death546
Gunslinger by Death546
Poltergeist by stormrunner74
Ricochet by stormrunner74
Dark Swan by Hawk-eye-33
Venus by Red Blooded Being
Majutsu by 0B13
Wolfssenger 0B13
The Whispering Shadow by white wolf124
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"Task force X?" asked a board member. "As in Deadshot, Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, and so on?"
"They're no longer under our control." Waller responded. "No, these are new recruits I have in mind. And unlike last time, we've steered away from hardcore criminals. For the most part. And to detain these recruits, I propose we send our finest soldier."
The doors opened again, and a pair of footsteps echoed throughout the room. A tall soldier walked in, grey camouflage covered by black tactical gear, and an armored silver helmet covering his head. It was smooth and form fitting, a pair of glowing blue eyes glaring out. Robotic breathing hit their ears as he stood at attention in front of Waller. "Gunslinger. Reporting for duty." He stated, his voice robotic and monotonous.
Waller smirked. "Gunslinger is one of the most lethal assassins in our government, and a highly effective soldier. I propose we give him full…"
She was met with muttering throughout the room, when the president stood up. "Silence. Let Ms. Waller finish before we discuss."
"Thank you, Mr. President." She pressed a button, and a security camera photo filled the screen. It was of a figure clad in black with a hood hiding his face. "This man, who we believe to be the man Christian Blood, is also known as "The Reaper." Known and wanted serial killer, he targets 'the bad guys'. He stalks them, murders them in brutal fashion, and leaves their bodies for authorities to find. Almost always with a Bible verse scrawled in blood over them. His identity is officially uncertain, as he has never been caught, but we believe he is the man who disappeared over twenty years ago, Christian Blood, 40, son of mob boss Christina Blood."
"Are you insane? You want to leave the fate of the world in the hands of…" started an angry board member.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to finish my presentation." Waller interrupted, irritated. "As I was saying, Christian, a.k.a 'The Reaper' is wanted worldwide for his murders. However, due to his specific kind of victims, he's gained decent sized public support internationally. One of the few times he was nearly captured a mob distracted the authorities in Italy while he escaped. Due to this, Cadmus doesn't necessarily classify him as a villain. At least not on the same level as the ones who are assuming control. On top of that, he refuses to kill the innocent." She smirked. "So Gunslinger." She said, directing her attention to the soldier in front of her. "If you can manage to trap him, there's no fear of death." She turned back to the board. "As far as abilities, he is extremely powerful. Setting aside the fact that he has the mind of a professional detective, he has both 'demonic and angelic' abilities. He wields a scythe, has an enchanted cross around his neck that provides him with numerous abilities, teleportation and warning him of danger among them. He can manipulate fire, and he has claimed that he has the angel of death at his back."
"So he's a psychopath." Someone said.
"A high functioning psychopath. He is considered very dangerous, and we believe he would be a great asset to the team." She answered. She pressed a button, and The Reaper was replaced by what appeared to be a furry teenager. A charcoal mullet ran down his neck, ending at his shoulders, and pointy ears stuck out of the side of his head. Sharp teeth were bared, and his brown eyes were full of primal rage. "Drake Embers, a.k.a Wolfssenger. Though he is only eighteen, he's not to be trifled with. Enhanced strength, stamina, speed, reflexes, senses, and an animalistic fighting style. He's only a small time criminal, but he's also been called a hero. He travels the U.S., staying in cities. He'll occasionally save people from muggings, or more serious assaults, but he's also prone to stealing from the homes of those he saves, along with taking any valuables on the criminal. Taking him will be difficult, it is nearly impossible to sneak up on him due to his advanced hearing, sight, and smell."
The President cleared his throat. "Ms. Waller, so far you have proposed we place the fate of the world in the hands of a psychotic serial killer and a barely mature thief. I hope this isn't the best you have to offer, otherwise we will have to consider other alternatives."
"Mr. President, you have to consider their abilities. Their criminal past won't be an issue if we can get them under our control. All we will have will be the benefits of having these metahumans on our side." Waller defended.
The President sighed. "Very well, continue please."
"Thank you." Wolfssenger was replaced with another mug shot of a man with dirty blonde hair in a crew cut. His pale green eyes were emotionless and stark against his tanned skin. A metal band was attached tightly around his forehead, and his arms were restrained in high tech looking cuffs. "Joshua Jones, 24, a.k.a. Poltergeist. A freak accident six years ago granted him unique abilities, allowing him to control the very particles of his body. He has been working as a vigilante, hunting down the criminal organization Hive, but breaking several laws in the process. The Flash caught him three months ago and he is currently contained in a special cell In Central City. His abilities are potentially endless, the possibilities of the application of his powers only guesswork. But he has demonstrated abilities of telekinesis, passing through solid matter as if it was just air, teleportation, even demonstrating invisibility on a few occasions." She gazed out at the board members, expecting another comment. But they seemed impressed by this one. A smile of satisfaction came over her face as Gunslinger and the board watched the screen in anticipation.
She clicked the button again, and the mug shot was replaced by a grainy but clear enough to see a woman jumping across a rooftop, Green Arrow and Black Canary by her side. Her black trench coat was rimmed with red, matching the domino mask on her face. A twin pair of pistols was in each hand. "Mackenzie Murray, 35, a.k.a. Ricochet. Daughter of a suspected associate of the League of Assassins, she left her father and joined Green Arrow and Black Canary as a sidekick of sorts. About five years ago, while stopping a bank robbery, she shot and killed one of the robbers after he managed to wound Green Arrow. She went into early retirement after that, and has been trying to live below radar. She is an expert marksman, rivaling Deadshot. She uses shurikens, pistols, almost anything that can bounce off of walls to perform complicated and unpredictable attacks. She has performed unbelievable shots, using the walls and floors and ceilings around her at all times to ricochet her projectiles. Along with that, she was born with a latent metahuman gene that activated when she was young. She now has an extreme healing factor, allowing her to heal from any wound, potentially fatal or not. So Gunslinger, you are free to use lethal force to bring her in. She can take the punishment."
"Understood, ma'am." Gunslinger replied shortly. "And the others?"
Another click, another photo. This one was of a woman shaking hands with the Prime Minister of Japan. Her ebony hair was neatly straight, going all the way down to her waist. Blood red eyes stared out, a small smile on her face. A white sleeveless dress reached down to her knees, meeting knee high armored boots. "Hinoka Sibonso, 20, a.k.a. Majutsu. She is a well known and well liked heroine in Japan, and claims to be connected to the Shinto God Izanagi. She channels divine energy into powerful magical attacks, and is an expert martial artist. Force should not be required, and is advised against, to bring her in. Approach her with respect and request her cooperation."
"If she's friends with the Prime Minister, can we not simply request her assistance?" Someone asked.
"We've tried. With everything going on, the Japanese government doesn't want one of their best leaving. We believe the best course of action would be to contact her directly." Waller replied.
She switched to the next profile. A woman was smirking at the camera in a courthouse, her long, silky brown hair falling over her shoulder onto her black dress, the long sleeved arms crossed and a gold diamond necklace hanging from her neck. But most striking were her eyes. Almond and violet, they were striking against her creamy skin, almost hypnotizing. "Sabina Ambrosia, 30, suspected mob boss. Nothing has been pinned on her, most of the time she gets off on technicalities or suspected bribery. But her alter ego is suspected to be Venus, head of a mob family and known for her hypnotic stare. Venus has also demonstrated multiple psychic abilities, including creating illusions to fool investigators and police, and mind reading. But she has also demonstrated a sense of honor, she uses her gang as a sort of vigilante service. They target corrupted officials and dirty men, and it's rumored that if their crimes are severe enough she has her lackeys bring them to her so she can kill them personally. It is speculated that she has the Grecian police in her pocket."
"Another criminal." Came a grumble. Waller ignored them, moving on to the next profile. It was a security camera shot of a woman in a skin tight black bodysuit, chains around the waist and boots. She clutched a silver dagger in her right hand, and a shining red ruby ring was on her left hand. A black mask covered her green eyes, and her black hair hung past her shoulders. "Ashlynn Connors, 27, a.k.a. Dark Swan. An assassin of sorts, she favors a stealthy approach, killing criminals from the shadows. Similar to the Reaper, but she's not as brutal and works faster, wanting to get the job done and move on. She has demonstrated magical abilities as well, cloaking herself in darkness and summoning a pair of black wings among them."
She closed the screen, and pulled out a radio. "Send her in." The board looked confused, and Waller looked back at them. "And last but not least, Alessandra Raven, 19, a.k.a. Whispering Shadow."
A girl walked into the room, marching in a dignified manner. She had long blonde hair pulled back to show her blue eyes in her black mask. A black hoodie with the hood pulled down covered her torso, and a tool belt with a pistol and ammunition hung from her waist, black leggings covering her legs. Black combat boots covered her feet, and her arms were shiny from a row on each arm of armored bands. Her hands were covered by black leather gloves, and she seemed shy but determined. "Alessandra was in a Russian experimentation facility, and is the product of an experiment to grant her the ability to shift her form. She can take on the appearance of others, and can even transform into animals. She was captured in an American raid, and was granted a pardon to her crimes during her time as a Russian soldier in exchange for working for us."
Alessandra resisted averting her gaze as the entire room stared at her. She felt a nudge in her side, and glanced up to see the glowing blue eyes of Gunslinger's helmet staring down at her. "Relax." He muttered. "Just a few more minutes and we can leave."
She smiled and nodding, exhaling and standing at attention. Waller smiled t her, and looked at the board. "So, are you ready to save the world?"
Chatter filled the room as they discussed the proposal. Gunslinger looked at Waller, and she gave him a slight nod, then a smile as some of the previous objectors started angrily raising their voices. Soon enough the President stood up, looking Waller dead in the eye. "Amanda Waller. You have permission to set Operation X in motion. You will have full access to our resources, and are permitted authority over the team." He narrowed his eyes. "Do not make us regret this decision."
Waller smirked. "I won't." She said simply. She looked down at Gunslinger and Whispering Shadow. "You have your orders. I want each of them brought in alive."
"Understood." Gunslinger replied, taking Shadow by the shoulder and leading her out.
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The hangar buzzed with excitement as Gunslinger prepared his chopper. He loaded up his weapons, looking up as Jaguar was rolled into the back of a drop ship. He finished up, placing the weapons in the chopper. He turned as Alessandra approached him. "So what do I do while you round up these people?"
"Help Waller prepare for when we get all of them. We need to get to work as soon as possible." He replied, the electronic voice monotonous. "I want everything done when I get back. Understood?"
"Roger that." She replied, giving a teasing salute. The helmet blocked his face but she could tell she had drawn a smile out of him, hearing a robotic chuckle as he climbed in the chopper, the blades starting up. The roaring soon became overbearing as he took off, and she turned to head back inside the facility. She had work to do.
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So this was just an introductory chapter. I'll write in the captures of all the heroes in the next chapters. Each character will get their own introduction. Review!