people from all ages have been kidnapped over the last few years all for the jumpers initiative.2 years ago it was found out and slowly people are putting together enough evidence to get the word out that the government is corrupt and using it's power for it's own needs.there was a accident and many of the test subjects escaped since then the government has been killing off every single test subject trying to cover up the truth.these subject's have been given the ability to teleport most people can't control it only three know surviving test subjects are able to control it and jump at will.you are one of these subjects who is to lead a counter attack and show humanity what horrible deed's the government has done.
the experiment has gone through many stages with improvement each one and some others mixed including super solider and worse.
tier 2: realizing there mistake they tried using hypnosis to make them forget and to tranquilize them but this just made them see it in dreams and turned most into raging psychopaths who could not be controlled this tier was executed.
tier 3: they used a mixture of chemicals to create amnesia and to tranquilize this worked rather effectively but they needed to be given other medicines to stop the organ from dyeing off meaning they would be on pills for the rest of there lives making them easier to track down and kill
tier 4: same process as 3 but a different chemical mixture meaning no further requirements and then trained as soldiers
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only two people can jump at will i will explain in the rp so first in best dressed

Name: David Steelwater
Characteristics:
weapons: mauser http://www.airsplat.com/Images/GR-HGBB-196LW.jpg a hunting knife and 2 adapted flare gun which can shoot shotgun shell's http://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/fallout.gamepedia.com/thumb/c/cf/Flare_gun_blown_up.png/180px-Flare_gun_blown_up.png?version=6bbe402221d220f3068c5637e1133225
Skills/Abilities:one of the three that can jump at will expert marksman with his mauser and has a pair of spring loaded grappling hooks
Fears:being captured and experimented on.
Appearance:a three piece casual black suit, black trousers,black sneakers jet black hair and blue eyes
History: living on the streets because of a accident his family died in. he became one of the first kids kidnapped and experimented on. he soon escaped and managed to control his power's he is public enemy number one because he chooses to fight the government then flee like all the other experiments.
Other:being the last one of the first subject's the government didn't bother with amnesia so he can remember most of what happened to him making him at times up stable

Name: Death Strike
Characteristics:
Weapons: Master of all weapons, preferred weapons duel P99s great sword and four butterfly knifes
Skills/Abilities:one of the three that can jump at will expert marksman master of stealth and master of parkour
Fears: Being captured and experimented on
Appearance: A long black coat torn at the bottom the coat sites just right so you cant see his face he only shows his face to his true friends
History: Broke out of foster care never had not friends or family searches for some where to fit in
Other: Only one strong enough to hold the weapons, always has a 50cal. bolt action rifle close at hand, took a vole of silence at the age of 5 when his parents were murdered

What about punctuation Black knight.

The stone walls echoed as the 2 guards whom were wearing a plain dark green three piece suits escorted Mr Damage (john) down the marble floored hallway the roof was made out of glass. The glass sparkled as the warm sun shone into the hall way the two guards walked ahead and opened the dark vinyl oak wood door. The next room had a huge wooden table with seats place all around the walls were bookshelves piled high with books in them. The end of the table sat a old man wearing a red robe with fur linings all along the stitching’s he looks up and a smile comes to his face “ahh Mr damage long time no see how are ya” Mr damage just gave a wink “aye that is true I need a bit of help with certain documents I can only get off you”. “Well after what you did for me that would be fine what do you need” The king looks at Mr Damage with a raised eyebrow. “Well I need admission to the Barkswink School” Mr damage says without any emotion “I also need some cash if you have some to spare for supplies” “I see I can get you that easy” the kings signals on of the guards over “send in the doctor with the proper files” the guard rushed off as Mr damage sat down and put his feet on the overly large table. The Doctor came in he was wearing a large white clock he was bald with scars going in a cross shape in the centre of his head one eye was covered by an eye patch the other was green it was doctor greenfinch he worked on some of the jumper patients an illegal experiment not know to the king. “Hello Doc I hope you remember you favourite student we will have a better discussion soon I hope you enjoy it for some people it becomes their last” Mr Damage says to the doctor the docters eyes open wide as he remembers who Mr Damage really is “I I I’ve seen you before you don’t know what we did” he continues to the king giving him the folders after a few minutes they are signed and done and the king gets the doctor to give him the papers “I hope you use these wrong and get caught ”he says in a whisper”

the carriage pulled up out front of the school the huge main building and the church the only showing the rest were built in the forest nearby. David shows his papers and to the security guard then walks all the way up to the church opens the door and steps in the whole school sat in the rows of chairs "may god protect us amen" the priest chanted with the rest of the students. they all started walking out of the church to their next classes only a few stayed waiting for the head master to stop talking to the priest eventually even he left David stops leaning and walks over to him at the front "DR krampf sorry it's headmaster now isn't it" the man spun on his heels "who the hel.. oh have i seen you before i swear i have"he says with a look of concentration on his face "yes you have i was in your past life working for the military a illegal experiment of kinds"david replies "we should talk about this tonight later how about you allow me to meet your more problematic student's"

Death wakes up not remembering what happened last week all he knows is that the government is chasing him he cant stay in one place to long or they will catch up. He is already wanted DOA, he gets to his feet the room spins (because of a headache), stands still for moment gets dressed grabs his weapons heads out the door and sees some soldiers knocking door to door looking for him, he runs down the hall sees its a dead end but there is a window he speeds up the soldiers right on his tail he jumps out the window spinning in the air pulling out his p99s and shoots them in the head they fall out the window and hit the pavement death lands and the roof of the next building puts his guns away thinking to himself why are they chasing me if only I could remember

Name: Joseph Greggs
Characteristics: Joseph is a sadistic fugitive which is strong willed and cunning, and especially persistent in what he does, aiming to get it completed, no matter what.
weapons: Joseph uses his mind as a weapon,
Skills/Abilities: Teleportation telekinesis or more informally classed as Telenisis.
Fears: He has no known fears.
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His face is hidden by an obscuring mask to hide fatal injuries and scaring beneath.

History: Joseph was one of the few first people to be picked by the Government for the Jumpers project, tested with the tier one. A few days after the operation, he grew unstable and the chemical mixture within began to corrupt, enhancing his power to a certain extent and allowing telekinetic power.

A few days after he discovered these absurd powers within, he broke from the asylum and back into the streets, completely abundant of his old life and beginning a new one - filled with a rich amount of crime and murder. He has been classed as psychopathic since and keeps hidden in society, not showing many his powers he was never meant to have. He wishes for revenge on the people which did this to him.
Other: Joseph's powers of telekinesis (in this case, he teleports not himself, but objects continuously so it looks like the object is moving or being pushed away) is limited and he can grow extremely weak if he overuses the ability.

Favorite Animal:Unknown
Favorite Food: Unknown
Favorite color: Unknown

(Not sure if implementing the power of telekinesis into my character is alright, so if you could tell me if my character is deemed fine, that would be appreciated.)

a few hours passed the head master and Mr damage sat in the headmaster private room the pine walls had a few picture sactered across them and the marble floor was covered by a shag rug a dark vinyl desk sat in the middle with a office chair on both sides of it a window behind that letting the dieing light through "soo Mr damage what are you here for and where do i know you" head master krampf "well a need some help one of my organs is dieing and that was your specialty and well i am test subject 14-56 or public enemy number one i am also here to visit my sister please don't inform her that i am here or what i am yet" mr damge says "and thanks for taking care of her" the head master looked shocked "sure i can fix you up in a giffy but i must ask how did you get in here and your sister" "that was the easy bit because she was enrolled before the experiment how i got in is a different story i helped out the king awhile ago so just needed to ask a favor. so are you going to help" the headmaster spoke even quiter then usual "you will need to follow me into the base ment to get fixed then i will let you she your sister.i am glad i can help you i haven't slept well because of that experiment probably never will"the eyes man were filled with sorrow.

the sun shone in the cold dawn over the high pine trees.the carrage pulled up john was about to leave again his organ fixed and in high spirt's his sister would stil be asleep a note awaited her when she woke up.john stepped in "driver to back street down and the blackmarket i have a old friend to visit" the carrige sped off the engine reving quitly as it went down the lonely road and soon into the crowded city.

Joseph Greggs strolled through the street with dull footsteps, his white hockey mask obscuring his face from the public which swarmed past. No one looked at him, or at least payed him any attention, only concentrated on what they had to do, not concentrated on anything around them. Keeping to the shadows most shops gave off, he turned a corner into one of the more darkened streets, the shade coming from the roof's 'canopy' of sorts.

He looked back at the swarming people and sighed with relief, at least he could be alone. For now. He brought a bag of supplies from his back and examined it's contents, retrieving a stale piece of bread a reasonably new juice box, still covered with it's dirty plastic from the rain. They would have to do for his dinner.

Dropping the ripped bag, he slinked to the ground and rest his back against the wall, exhaling loudly. Making sure he was fully concealed by the man made shadows, he unclipped his mask slowly, pulling it from his sweaty face and placing it on his legs, bringing in a fresh gulp of air. Home at last.

the carriage like vehicle bummed around on the pothole filled road waking john looking through the window up above the buildings he sees a teenager running for his life "driver stop here" john gives him the required amount of money stepping out the old moldy pathway and then once the drivers drives out of view jumps in front of the person running grabbing him by the back of his coat then jumping again into a old building made out of rotten wood the two windows at the front were covered by rags the rooms wallpaper was falling apart "your safe don't bother running you'll end up dead stay here and you can learn something"john says quietly

Death pushes John's hand off him, Death turning around quickly so John doesn't see his pulling his hood on to his head grabbing a seat thinking to himself "I don't need your help" reaching behind the counter pulling up a bottle a ale and sitting down

john looks into the man's eyes i thin red line circled the pupil "tier four. you don't remember what they did to you do you? i bet you don't even know why they chase you" john walks towards the door and leans up against it "i can tell you al that and more if yo wish but we need to move quickly"john peeks out the window to see a couple of petrols walking down the street.

(i cant speak)

john grabs the man by the shoulders and lifts him to his feet "follow me and you will find out" then walks out the back door into a ally way then walking onto the main street quickly stealing a old cowboy hat from a stand then continueing down to the river at the end of the street."well this is it get ready to jump"john whispers to himself"

Death follows John thinking to himself were are we going

"now my young friend we jump into the river" john calmly grabs his hat and walks into the river.the water was cold but the river took him further down then under a block of flats that went for over a mile .john grabs a glow stick out of his pocket then snapping it to activate the chemical reaction.the underground place was a brick tunnel soon a maintenance door was on the left side.john swam over to it opened it up and stepped into the flooded room where a staircase went up a couple of meters to another door "this shall be our place to stay for know make yourself feel at home"

Death walks in kicks off his shoes and walks around to got to know the layout for a quick escape just in case

the room was bare with just a desk at the end of the room with maps scatted all over and a couple of beds on each wall. t able with chairs scattered around it stood in the middle a few trunks laid around full of ammo and all sorts of weapons and equipment

Death puts his guns on the table pulls out the mags and lays them down pulls them apart and starts cleaning them

"if you have anything to ask now is the time otherwise you are going to have to wait till i get back"john said as he placed down the suitcase with his rifle in it.

A few hours had passed and he had awoke from a deep slumber, slipping his mask back on and looking above at the stars which slightly illuminated the stricken land below. Night had fallen alas and he'd have a majority of the streets to himself. There would be the occasional bystander or police which would stroll through the streets, but he'd always find his way around them, or distract them with necessary. The night was always a pleasure either way.

Joseph came to a standing state, pleased that no one had seen him as he came out of the alleyway, flicking the bread crumbs from his shirt and pants onto the grimy ground below before looking ahead, both with caution and with glee. Most of his life consisted on this darkness he had a lust for, and had treasured it ever since. With it's sense of security and wellbeing. It's sense of belonging. It all fit in, and always had since the sun died down over the horizon and the moon touched the sky and stretched out the myriad of darkness. It was beautiful. It was wonderful.

He turned a corner, noticing a group of drunks in the distance approaching him slowly. People like that never took much notice to him, all it took was a flick of his jumper hoodie, and his face would be hidden among the people around him. With a smile, he delved his hands into his pockets and moved closer to the buildings on one side of the road, parallel to the band of drunks.

DEATH reassembles his guns puts his p99s in the back of his pants (gets his shoes on) and walks out the door pulling the door close behind him

As he was walking down the street he saw a glimpse of a man he did not know but seemed very familiar he saw a scar on the man's face and at that moment Death had a flashback of the night his a mum was killed but it wasn't that clear he saw the man with a gun but was he helping or not?

night had come over john walked out of tailors with his new suit kept in his second suit case which would be his disguise for his next execution.he walked down the street behind the bunch of drunks when he noticed someone in a hoodie and thought it would be a lot more interesting to find out what he was trying to hide

Joseph caught the glance of two of the drunks, one of them letting out a disgruntled laugh before swerving toward him, the mob coming quickly to his position. With a half hearted moan, he began to fasten his pace, turning into a darknened alleyway which would possibly turn off the crowd.

With surprise striking throughout Joseph, the band of drunks followed, throwing whatever beverages they were holding to the ground, the glass shattering beneath them and crunching beneath their feet. "Ugh..." He muttered benath his breath, ignoring their words and insults which the drunks flung through the air. Just a bit deeper in the alleyway, away from the light which the streets splayed upon the bitchumen roads. Just a bit deeper, into the darkness, and he could take care of them. Abruptly, glass shattered upon Joseph's back and he stumbled to the ground, the glass delving into his back and squirting out blood from his skin. Wincing with pain, tghe drunks began gathering around him, laughing with glee and ramming their studded shoes into his body. Hesitation struck him as a foot came with connection into his head and he rolled away from the band of men, freeing himself from their violent kicks.

Drowning the hesitation in anger, he crawled away and looked up at the men, their faces snarled and disgruntled, some carrying smiles, etched upon their grubby faces, stained with alcohol. He located his first target, a man dressed in long jeans and a leather jacket, his face turned into a snarl and his eyes wide with excitement. Joseph smiled and the man dropped to his knees, clutching his heart, the band of delinquents beginning to gather around him, the aura excitement merging into concern for their hurt comrade. Taking the oppurtunity, he came to his feet and took a few steps back as the man in the jacket exploded, his body rupturing apart and blood splattering over his comrades, his feet disconnecting from his torn body and his head rolling upon the gravel ground.

All Joseph heard next were shrill screams from the drunks, soberness seeming to fill through the men as they turned, beginning to run, two of them stumbling and scraping their skin upon the gravel. Joseph's smile broadened beneath his bloodiied mask as he stepped over the dissasembled corpse, making his way toward to the two stumbled victims, stepping on on of their hands. Without any word, any action, or noise, the man beneath his foot fell apart, just like the other man before. Before the other victim could escape, his head snapped upward and instead of imploding, shrill cracking sounds emenated from his bones and he fell limp. The screams from the others finally subsiding as they disappeared down the street, he smiled with satisfaction before disspiating in the darkness; teleporting from the situation.