3rd Trailer! This may be the last one for a while, for I have another story that seems to have taken root, but I'll try to update this one at least once a week. OC submissions are closed and I want to thank you all for sending me your OC's. There will be two secondary teams but I'll try to put an appearance in for every OC sent. The list of accepted OC's are at the bottom.

Enjoy.


"There is no truth behind this world, no reason for our existence. Life is meaningless and that is why I do not fear death."

The moon shone brightly in the sky when a small air shuttle docked at Vale's port. Dozens of men in suits scrambled to stand attention at either side of the door as it opened. The metal door unfolded into a staircase and revealed an imposing man who stood inside. Mark Brute, one of the heads of Vytal's most vicious criminal organization, stepped out, followed by his two personal guards. Mark was almost seven feet tall, bald and clad in a black suit. His guards, red haired brothers, followed behind him in matching green and red track suits and a few pounds of gold jewellery. "Mr. Brute," One of the henchmen standing by the door approached the trio, "You hotel room has been prepared and the weapon shipment has arrived."

"excellent. So the attack on the police station will commence when?" Mark continued to walk without looking at the smaller man.

"Whenever you're ready. Just give the command," the man replied.

"Very well. I will radio the troops to attack as soon as I arrive at the hotel. Now return to work." Mark brushed by his worker, who was pushed roughly by the snickering guards as they passed.

"So boss, do we get join them on the attack?" the red dressed guard asked eagerly.

"Of course not. You'll be in the hotel with me," Mark replied curtly.

"Man, that sucks. We never get to have any fun, do we bro? Bro?"

The red guard turned to his brother who was staring at the sky curiously. "Hey, what is it?" Red asked, but before his green clad brother replied, his eyes went wide and he pushed Mark forward.

"LOOK OUT!"

Mark stumbled as his green guard took his place in time to receive the impact of a human sized figure. "What the hell was that!?" Mark shouted as the henchmen surrounded the group and prepared to fight.

Removing his wrist blade from the green guard's neck and rising to a stand, the attacker faced the Crime lord. He wore a dark brown cloak with the hood up and a black scarf covering the lower half of his face. Underneath his cloak, he wore a plain brown shirt, several belts decorated with multiple bottles, dark brown pants that were overlapped by his black socks which were partially covered by his sandles. Over his hands were a pair of dark grey gloves. "Who are you?" Mark yelled angrily.

"Death. Yours to be specific," The attacker whispered in a monotone voice as he charged.

Before he could get close, however, one of the henchmen blocked his path with a pistol raised. With incredible reflex, the attacker ducked underneath the shot, turned his back towards the henchmen and elbowed him in the stomach. As his elbow made contact, a hidden, spring loaded blade extended into the man's stomach. The attacker straightened his arm, retracting the blade and continued his charge. He skidded to a stop when the remaining guard jumped in front of his boss and pulled out a pair of electrically charged brass knuckles. The guard swung at the attackers chin, but when he was about to make contact, the attacker teleported back a foot, dodging the punch. The attacker went to knee the guard, extending another blade from his kneecap. The guard blocked it with his knuckles and amped up their charge, shocking the attacker with a near lethel force. Although the pain that the counter caused should of been immense, the attacker didn't even cringe and as he narrowed his cold, black eyes and slammed his head into the guards. The guard reeled back, giving the attacker some breathing room.

It was short lived, however, for the henchmen quickly closed in, but no matter how close their strikes got, the attacker seemed to blink out of their way at the last moment each time. After each time, the attacker countered with a deadly blow of his own. Soon, all the henchmen lay dead at his feet. Looking around, he saw that Mark and his guard were trying to escape into a nearby limo. The attacker bent his knees and flexed his heels. This caused two powerful springs in his heels to extend their blades into the ground with enough force to send him flying up and forwards through the air. The guard turned around and tried to hit the attacker as he landed, but the attacker grabbed his wrist, spun him around and stabbed him in the neck before his feet touched the ground.

Mark arrived at the limo and stepped in, smirking at his assailant. "Better luck next time."

In response, the attacker pulled a throwing knife from his sleeve and threw it. Mark raised his arm and the small blade embedded itself into it. "You'll pay for that!" The crime lord shouted as he closed the door.

The limo took off down the street, leaving the attacker behind. "He got away," another man in a dark grey cloak approached the attacker from behind. "How will you explain this one Vulder?"

Vulder took an empty bottle from his belt and held it up to his companion. "The knife was poisoned. He won't be alive by the time he arrives at the hotel."

"Good work," the other man nodded, "but sloppy. You need to improve."

"Of course," Vulder sighed as they began to leave the area.


Name: Vulder Shazzar

Race: Human

Appearance: (Covered)

Weapon Name: Pain's Whisper

Weapon Capabilities: A series of spring-loaded hidden blades located on his wrists, elbows, knees and elbows. Powerful enough to propel him off hard surfaces and often accompanied by poison.

Semblance: Displacement. The ability to produce an illusion of himself one foot away from his actual position while concealing himself.

Fighting Style: Always hiding and prefers to strike once to finish the battle. If forced into combat, he tries to surprise his opponent with hidden or throwing knives. Being an accomplished alchemist, he coats his blades in various poisons to end the battle quicker.

Personality: Quiet, respectful, but often excludes himself from others. Never speaking unless spoken too, Vulder usually in content to just sit and think, whether in a group or on his own.

Accepted OC's (forming teams now):

Soul Greyson (Ghost Fire 6) (Blind, calm, force palm gauntlets)

Alex Estes (spideyk)

Grace Walker (HecTIC worLD)

Ninian Ciulla (Deadly Animals are cute)

Sam Tameng (LapisCow)

Psttica Crest (Vulkodlak)

Arianna (Zanmatsuken)

Johnathan Bruffman (Vault Hunter)