Ruina
12-19-06, 04:37 AM
Name: Ruina, ‘Rue’ (Was once Rivette Gospel, but no longer answers to that name)
Race: Nightlundian/Zakunan
Age: 28 (Has ceased aging)
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 278 lbs. (Weight increase because of the LMAM and Nano-mechanisms)
Appearance: The first thing one imagines when spying Ruina, is that she has not lead an easy life. Her face, while pretty and angular, is testament to the lack of joy in her life. Her mouth appears stiff, as though never having seen a smile, and her single, florescent blue eye seems to hint at a jaded mind and a dulled sense of morals and honor. Her hair is a white/gray hue, and is parted off center to the right, letting the wispy hairs sway and flop about on the whim of the wind or her movements. She really seems to care little about it. Over her left eye is a patch, covering the cybernetic monstrosity (As she sees it) that has replaced her lost eye. Her only act of vanity would be covering that metallic orb and it’s glowing red iris. It lacks an eyelid, making it an unblinking, terrible thing to stare at. On her neck, just at her jugular vein, is an odd patch of a scar, made when she scraped the bar-code imprinted there free from the flesh.
Her body, while still retaining a sense of femininity that her attitude and demeanor lost, is well toned and under concealed. Her skin is a natural hue of flesh, being not quite tanned, and not quite pale. As a top, Rue wears a standard synth-fabric (Feels like a mix between plastic and leather) vest-shirt given to the Galaxy Police (as they are energy weapon resistant). It stops at her belly-button and is zipped only partially upward, revealing a quite formidable amount of cleavage. Where once shoulder pads were strapped to the things are mere straps (as she tore them off finding them uncomfortable and useless). Her arms, while bare, bear many differences to one another. The right, while having a highly above-average amount of scars- in comparison to the left is plain. Her left arm bears a long, elaborate tattoo of black and red swirling markings that really hold no meaning. Mere decoration. The fingernails of her left hand are a gleaming obsidian black, leading many to wonder if she paints them. She doesn’t.
Her legs are long and quite well toned, though not enough to make her appear too butch. Scars run all along the in and outside of her thighs, but these are concealed by a pair of tight-fitting black pants of the same synth material that her vest is comprised of. Along the outsides of the legs is ‘POLICE’, in blue, reflective stitching, making one wonder just how she managed to come about getting such attire. A belt dangles from her hips, upon which a moderately sized leather loop exists to hold an electro-baton. Upon her feet, thick soled boots gleaming with the same synth fabric as her pants and shirt rise to her lower calves. They remain on by a series of metal buckles that can be tightened or loosened to fit larger legs if necessary.
Personality/Character Traits/Psychological disorders: Ruina is not a happy person by any means, though one would not be able to tell even after years of acquaintance. Piled on top of her self loathing is layer upon layer of sarcasm, bitterness, hatred, lust, and pure, unfiltered crudeness. These things are most highlighted by her gravelly, yet distinctly feminine voice, with which she can most often be heard insulting another person.
While not exactly a brilliant woman, Ruina is quite competent when it comes to certain matters (except math and it’s ilk). Being a soldier, she is capable tactician and is often very cautious in dangerous situations. She is quite ruthless and bloodthirsty in combat, and will not hesitate to utilize the most brutal, low, and despicable methods in order to defeat an opponent.
Being half Nightlundian, Ruina has an excellent memory, and can see and absorb the smallest of every detail in any room, remembering them perfectly. Names and faces are simple, and she is even capable of remembering a voice even if only hearing it once. These things made her invaluable as a soldier and would do so as a spy as well.
She has a taste for spicy foods, and can and will hold her liquor when (and when not) necessary. She is a firm believer in taking what one wants, and is a quite competent and malicious manipulator, totally willing to use others in an attempt to get her way.
Nobody knows, but she habitually cries herself to sleep every night.
While under arrest (explained in detail in her history), Ruina was diagnosed with several psychological disorders listed here:
Sleep Terror Disorder (During sleep subject shows signs of intense fear including sweating, rapid breath, and a rapid heartbeat. Often subject will awake screaming and will have no recollection of their nightmares. Often subject is unable to be comforted by outside influence and must be allowed to run its course)
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (Strong influence on the former)
Black Widow Syndrome (Often due to lack of trust or crippling self-image issues, subject is driven to harm or kill a sexual partner post-intercourse in order to keep their insecurity and willingness to submit sexually away from the public. Selfishness is a often a factor though not in all cases)
Bipolar Disorder (An affective disorder in which the subject can suffer violent mood swings dipping from mania to depression instantly. Mania is often characterized by decreased self control, increased sexual urge, irritability, rage, and psychotic states)
These are all she was able to be diagnosed with before her escape and is certainly suffering from far more than the apparent.
Weaponry/Technology:
Modified Electro-Baton: The Galaxy Police, while preferring to use non-lethal methods to capture fugitives had this weapon devised by their top scientists and technical masters. A three foot long solid hunk of Nahilite Steel, the weapon has a trigger-like mechanism at it’s bottom end when depressed would have issued a non-lethal jolt of electricity down the length of the baton. Ruina had attempted to modify its charge but failed miserably, breaking the baton and depleting the power-cells within. It is currently just a chunk of metal with a trigger.
*(LMAM)Liquid Metal Arm-mechanism: During her period as a reluctant test subject at Kyrathi Labs, Ruina was given a most unpleasant transplant surgery. Her left arm was replaced with an experimental, highly unstable technology. The arm, while it’s technological and mechanical aspects baffle the soldier, is capable of taking shape into various metal objects much on the whim of her imagination. While in the midst of a transformation- which takes more or less time depending on the item- it remains in a state of liquid metal, having near to no substance whatsoever. It is capable of growing (2x) it’s normal size as an arm in both width and length, is as strong as (steel) and remains sharp as humanly imaginable unless Ruina specifically dulls her blade. Following is a list of shapes and forms the LMAM can take.
Arm: Resembling her old arm even down to the tattoo, it has no noticeable difference in texture or movement, but will feel extremely cold to the touch. Her fingernails and bones remain metallic, as it is beyond the arm’s technology to comprehend a hard substance that is not metal. It won’t feel like flesh if someone were to attempt to cleave through it, that much is certain. This is it’s natural form, and will remain as such unless changed by Ruina herself. It takes only a moment to transform back to the arm from a blade or utensil.
Long-blade: Somewhat resembling a spike in shape, the blade can be sharp on one side or two, and feels and looks like regular metal save for streaks of black and red that were once a tattoo. It is often about four feet of blade in length, usually stopping at her elbow for more flexibility and versatility in battle. It takes only seconds to transform into this blade.
Sickle/Hook: When feeling particularly vicious, Ruina can form the arm into a large, hook-like blade, most often used for stabbing and wrenching out the things within. Unlike the long blade, the sickle forms at the wrist, giving her a bit more leverage when it comes to wielding the weapon. It takes only seconds to transform into this blade. It is up to four feet in length (curved) and often 3-4 inches in width.
Various Utensils: Upon gaining control of the arm, Ruina’s first decision was to make it practical. Thus, her fingers are capable of turning into a many number of things including forks, screwdrivers, smaller knives, keys and even spikes.
Ocular Implant: As Ruina’s left eye was in fact shot out, the doctors at Kyrathic Labs thought it best to replace it. Connecting it fully to her brain, Ruina was once again able to see with two functional eyes, however, due to the state of incompletion the cybernetic eye is only capable of normal vision, intense zoom, and scanning for subtle movements. When both eyes are open, her vision would appear somewhat normal unless activating a specific mode like those listed above.
Nano-tech Blood Implants: Kyrathic Labs hadn’t completely succeeded in creating the perfect soldier, but they had come close. Inside of Ruina’s bloodstream are millions upon millions of microscopic machines, all of which are used to do many functions inside of her body, including:
Healing wounds quicker than average
Stopping internal and external hemorrhaging
Repairing damage done to the LMAM in combat situations
Because of these nano-tech implants, Ruina has ceased aging, and will remain as a perpetual 28 years old for as long as she can bear it. There are other functions that she has, but is currently unaware of how to operate them.
Skills:
Modified Death Fang Fist: A fighting style designed solely for and by the Deathfang Legion. It was created for effectiveness in modern (in her world) day combat, making a master quite formidable against an opponent wielding energy blades and even blaster pistols. The fighting style encompasses mostly incapacitating an opponent and disposing of their weapon before they have the chance to fight back, however, Ruina took this concept far beyond it’s initial principles, as she now knows just where to hit to break bones, pierce nerves, and ruin organs. All of which are accomplished in absolutely the most painful way possible to make whomever her subject is feel intensely unpleasant before they die. She is average at best, and prefers to kill stealthily or fight dirty to gain the advantage.
History:
The Beginning (Age 0-18)
Rivette Gospel was born to Virdago and Melissa Gospel on the third moon of Zakuna, Mirius, in the galaxy of Kalari. She was the first of four children. Her brother (Virdago Jr.) born a year later, and two more daughters (Maria and Luri) born five years after him Their father and mother both were respected and essential members of the inter-planetary trading committee of the Kalari Galaxy, and are said to have been single-handedly the ones to convince the great Empress Lunitari to spare them Nightlundian conquest in exchange for a peaceful trade agreement from Kalari’s nahilite mines. Rivette and her siblings went to the best schools, wore the best clothes, and had the most exquisite meals and even dined with some of the most powerful officials in the Kalari galaxy.
Rivette was a C student in school, and opted instead of doing her school work to play video games or work-out with her brother, whom she felt much closer to than her sisters. As they grew up, Maria and Luri both headed to school after school, furthering their education. Virdago Jr. had taken up business with his father as his assistant and secretary, and Rivette was subject to scrutiny and guilt, as she had flunked out of school, and was working the streets as a brawler and bouncer for many of the low-brow clubs and establishments that littered the bad sections of the colony. She lived in a tiny, crappy apartment and drank herself stupid with all the money she would make.
That is, until a phone call arrived and changed her life. It was Luri, calling to inform her that their father, mother, and brother were all dead, killed by the Kyrathic Space Pirates while on the way to a council meeting on Zakuna. Their cruiser was found drifting not far from the planet with everybody on board slaughtered and devoid of their wallets, jewelry, and in some cases their shoes and clothing. Though Rivette was distraught with grief at losing her beloved brother, she cleaned herself up and went to the funeral, where she and her younger sisters decided that she would return home to take care of them.
The Road To Revenge (Age 18-19)
Living off of a massive inheritance, Luri and Maria spent their time grieving and going to school while Rivette devised a plan for revenge. She knew that the best way to stop piracy was to get right in the mix, so she signed herself up to join the Galaxy Police, and went off to their training facility on the GPSS (Galaxy Police Space Station) Unity, floating not too far out from Zakuna. As she was already a fighter, the physical aspects of the training came too easy for her, and it was noted that her memory and absorption of their basic fighting, shooting, hacking, and piloting skills were more than exceptional. She passed as the top of her class, and yet was still nothing more than a mere officer. Rivette never got to deal with any pirates personally, and was on the verge of resigning until one fateful incident. While on patrol in the “outlands” of Kalari, she alone came upon a large trader-ship being boarded by way of invasive boarding tendrils - the typical sign of a pirate attack - as they drilled into the hull, allowing a person to enter at any point they could desire.
Knowing that it was her only chance to do things as she wanted, she turned off her radio and refused to call for back-up, opting instead to remote-hack the ship’s systems, allowing her access to the docking bay and subsequently those within. Doing so efficiently, she found herself in the docking bay, eager to find and kill every pirate on board the ship. Down every corridor she’d go, shooting all who looked even remotely like a pirate as she went. Upon the bridge, she made acquaintance with the captain of the pirate ship as well as the captain of the trading ship, who was on the verge of being raped. Rivette shot the pirate in the leg, opting instead to beat the man to death with her electro-baton. She spent the time to help the remaining crew members dispose of bodies, and it was mutually agreed that Rivette would not report the illegal cargo the ship had if they did not report her gross misconduct. They parted ways and never met again.
The Death Fang Legion. Betrayal (Age 19-23)
On her way home that night, Rivette wondered why she had no guilt over killing the many men on board the ship earlier that night. In fact, she was frightened by the fact that she not only felt no remorse, but wanted to do it more. There was something about watching the life fade from their eyes, listening to their final gasps for air as they drown in their blood that was simply wonderful. She bore no wounds, no remorse, no evidence. It was as though the act never happened. But it did.
Upon reaching her family’s front door she was greeted once she entered with an unfamiliar “Hello,” from within. A woman, dressed in an unusually butch pants-suit was sitting in the living room, a glass in her hands. Luri and Maria both were sitting adjacent to the woman, smiling at Rivette.
“I know what you did today, and by all rights, you should be arrested and put to death,” the woman said, and oddly, her sisters did not seem frightened one bit.
“You are being promoted. You will come with me now and be a part of the most feared force since Perfect NIGHT came around. Say goodbye to your sisters.”
Unsure of what exactly was going on, Rivette did as she was told and left with the woman, going with her to a ship that had remained cloaked right next to her own cruiser. The woman’s name was Tracy Kinkaide, and she alone was the commander of the Death Fang Legion. A secret and powerful branch of the Galaxy Police, the Death Fang Legion was an anti-piracy group comprised of bounty hunters, Galaxy Police officers, soldiers, and many others that were deemed useful to the cause and recruited. Rivette was considered such, and went off to their base to train, leaving behind her two sisters whom she knew were smart enough to take care of themselves.
It was aboard the DFSS Angel that Rivette became acquainted with her teammates and began a rigorous and brutal training program that in comparison made the Galaxy Police seem like Girl Scouts. It was there she became acquainted with the Death Fang Fist fighting style, and was nearly booted from the Legion for killing two sparring partners. Rivette took to the training well, far too well, and it made Tracy fear for her position.
Again, Riv had taken them all by storm, and wowed her superiors with her piloting and fighting skills. For once, she was good at something and it showed. Everybody commended her for her zeal and lust for pirate blood, so they were not surprised when on her first day out she returned with 30 confirmed kills, two pirate ships scrapped. What was once an organization based on traps and devious dealings became revolutionized with Rivette’s strike-first ideals. She got popular, moreso than Tracy, and it was making her increasingly nervous.
Rivette was 23 and had risen to just below Tracy’s rank. Everybody knew it was only a matter of time before she was promoted once more, and it showed in their demeanor towards the leader they once favored so. Rivette however was not so concerned with such power. She enjoyed killing pirates, no matter what rank or level she had to be. As long as she could murder them and get away with it, she had no qualms with her job.
Riv had decided to stay in the station that one night that changed her life forever. She had only just left the shower when Tracy had all but snuck up on her, fully dressed and sneering angrily. She yelled about her job, and fumed about her concerns over losing her position, and Rivette, being reasonable as she was, politely told her she would refuse a promotion if it was offered, especially if it meant such a big deal to her. Tracy seemed relieved, and as she left, could not help but feel bad as she pulled the gun. Rivette took a tranqualizer dart to the eye and went down like a sack full of rocks. She would regain consciousness periodically, only enough to make out that she had been deceived, it was darkness after that.
Kyrathic Labs, Doctor Jeffries, and the LMAM (Age 23)
Rivette was kept too sedated the first few weeks to really make sense of anything. She knew she was naked, strapped down, and certainly not home or in the barracks. Finally, after near to a month of time, the drugs were no longer being pumped into her consistently, and she began to get vaguely aware of the situation. Screaming would accomplish little, as would yelling and fuming, and thus, she would lay there silently, listening, watching and gathering what information she could. She was in the hands of pirate scientists, which also meant that Tracy was in league with them. Angry at her betrayal, she finally took the time to ask the same balding older man who seemed to be the most available in the lab just what was going on. What she was told was not what she wanted to hear or be. Doctor Jeffries and Tracy sought to create a super soldier, or in the worst case: a dead test subject. All of her options seemed seemed unappealing, and Rivette knew she needed to get the hell out of there.
It was not long before she stopped getting drugs altogether, though she soon wished she did. Under the guise of “Needing to make some adjustments” or “Take some tests” Doctor Jeffries would get into the lab where Rivette was kept and have his way with her nightly. She would scream and cry and thrash, but besides being strapped down, the area was soundproof, and thus nobody heard. Even if they had, very few would have cared to help a murderer of their own.
Rivette became the first successful human to bear the LMAM, though they could not manage to get her to use it. Whether it was an act of defiance or the body merely unable to accept the device, they began furiously attempting to force her to change, even placing her in somewhat near-death situations in hopes of forcing the thing to take shape. It didn’t, and eventually it was decided she was a failure, and thus would be killed and analyzed. Perhaps whatever was wrong with her could be remedied in the next subject.
Deliverance (Age 23)
Unaware of what she’d had done to her, Riv was surprised to awake one night and find her left arm free of it’s bindings. She wasted no time in removing herself from the straps, but she did not move. Jeffries arrived as per usual, but he did not expect his nightly date to end so badly. As he lay on the floor, weeping in agony, she made short work of the logs of her stint there, coming to realize just what they’d done to her, even if not fully comprehend it. As a parting gift, she memorized the employee list and left, enraged. She fled the facility with nothing more than a scalpel and a syringe in her arsenal. Twenty men were found dead. Doctor Jeffries killed himself not long after her escape due to irreparable injuries to his arms and groin.
Like a vengeful ghost, Rivette went all through Kalari murdering all those that were involved. She would strike and disappear without a trace, leaving many to wonder if Nightlundian assassins had taken an interest in anti-piracy in their galaxy. After near to a year of brutal murders, Tracy Kinkaide had resigned from her position and began fortifying herself in her house, afraid of what she had inadvertently created. The one night she fell asleep ended up being her downfall. Rivette broke in and had disarmed she who was once her commanding officer in a matter of moments. Tracy expected the end, but she wouldn’t see it for several days. Rivette knew Kinkaide had cut herself off from the world, and thus knew that nobody would be interrupting her from showing Tracy just what she’d done.
An eye for an eye, Riv thought, deciding that Tracy needed to experience the same sensations she had at Kyrathic Labs in the hands of Doctor Jeffries. She may not have been a doctor, but she did have an arm that could as she found, change shape. Rivette tortured the ex-Death Fang Legion Commander until she died after almost nearing a week. Her goal reached, Rivette decided to head home to her sisters and finally have some peace.
All Alone (Age 23-25)
Rivette returned to a house in terrible condition. A once lush and pleasant yard was dead and unkempt, windows were shattered and blood was on the door step and walkway. Inside, Rivette was jumped by Galaxy Police officers and placed under arrest. A small stand off ensued as she broke from her cuffs and killed an officer- a man she had trained with- and demanded an explanation as to where her sisters were. An unsolved murder, seemingly gang or drug related. Both were raped, killed, and left outside to be found by the neighbor’s gardener the next day. Without a reason to fight, or even a reason to live, Riv gave herself up and was carted off to GPODC (Galaxy Police Orbital Detention Center) Lomus, where only the most dangerous criminals were kept.
Knowing she had no chance to get off the charges against her, Rivette really had no concerns in the prison, which was sexually integrated. Her first cellmate attempted to sate his lust upon her as she slept, and she ended up tossing parts of him into the hallway periodically well into the morning until the guards found him. As it was self defense, she was merely reprimanded, as most rape cases ended with the female cell mate dead, they knew that there was something particularly unusual about Rivette, but they hadn’t a clue of what she was capable of. Every cellmate she was given ended up being murdered, and when they had finally come to cart her off, she attacked and killed three guards before being taken down by several electric shocks to her chest and back.
She awoke in solitary confinement, and it was there she was to stay until she was executed. In her cell she languished, slowly but surely losing her mind. Changing her name to Ruina (in her mind), she spent her days thinking about how she had failed her sisters and contemplating suicide. She was on the verge of going through with it until the day he arrived.
Dartworth (Age 25)
Uneventfully a guard opened the solid metal wall that kept her from seeing or hearing any other person, rolling in a cart on top of which was a screen and a small disc port. The guard stuck a disc into the player and stepped out, leaving Ruina debating on bolting through the opened door or watching what was on screen, the former was seeming much more likely until she saw an image of her old home, as filmed by a hand-held camera of some kind. Snickers and hushed whispers could be heard as the camera came closer to the front door. A hand reached on screen and knocked before stepping back. Luri opened the door, only to be rushed by what seemed to be six men, not including the camera operator. Luri screamed for Maria, who burst into the room with a blaster pistol - Ruina’s old one to be exact - aiming at those who swarmed over her sister. She fired, and the camera operator ducked as three of the men dashed at her, one taking a hit to the chest and going down before they managed to wrestle the gun away from her. The camera looked back at the door, revealing Tracy Kinkaide. She stepped ever so calmly into the house, watching the men work.
“Do what you will with them, leave their bodies behind. I expect this to go smoothly, boys, don’t disappoint me,” she said before leaving. The camera stayed on the scene, switching between her sisters, filming them being brutally raped and eventually murdered before the disc flashed an abrupt ‘end’ and the screen went blank.
“They sell the film on the black market for quite a bit of money,” said Dartworth, stepping into her cell nonchalantly. Ruina could only stare at the blank screen with wide, glassy eyes, silently crying.
“I know, I know! It’s atrocious, really, which is why I am giving you a chance for revenge,” he told her, piquing her interest immediately. He began to explain his association with these very popular underground broadcasts called ‘Hunts’ in which men and women, both volunteers and ‘sheep’ as he called them, were set into arenas- which were more often than not the cities of vanquished worlds, conquered by Nightlund with only one goal. The goal? Kill or be killed. Whomever won or managed to live the three days was given the prize and acclaim in the underworld.
Ruina was torn. She knew that if she continued killing, it would lead to even more mental decay, and possibly insanity. He told her he wouldn’t be able to take her from the prison, but he was able to bribe and manipulate his way to her cell and also do the same to have her moved back into the ranks of normal prisoners. More specifically, to have her moved in with another “Hopeful.” He left her with the parting words of, “If you get out of here, find me and we’ll do business.”
Date With Destiny (Age 25)
His name was Sivius, and he was Ruina’s new cellmate. A dirty blonde shadow of a man; Sivius appeared to be in a somewhat perpetual state of weariness, as though he never got enough sleep. Ruina knew that there was something special about him, as Dartworth mentioned him as a “Hopeful.”
As much as Ruina tried to get him to open up, he never would. Not that he was shy or anti-social, but up until being in that cell, life was a mere blur. Sivius wasn’t much of a talker so Ruina did all the talking and both of them seemed content with things the way they were besides one obvious fact: They were in prison. It wasn’t that Ruina was afraid to escape, or that she didn’t know how. In fact, she knew the layouts of every GP space station in their galaxy by heart. The simple fact was that the two of them would not be able to make it out unless they had a lot of help or weapons. Or both, and that was when she had the idea. If they weren’t the only ones free, that meant that prisoners would outnumber guards 10-1. All she needed was Sivius’ cooperation, and thus came the question of “How do you feel about killing cops?”
His answer: “Why not?”
The plan was born and put into action in but a week. It was lights out, and Sivius was atop Ruina, attempting to make it appear as though he were attacking her. She screamed for a guard, the only one who would be guarding their cell block that night. It took a while, but he arrived, quickly deactivating their lock and stepping in to intervene. He hadn’t even had a chance to pull his baton before Sivius- breaking Ruina’s initial plan- rose and shoved his fingers into the man’s mouth before pulling them out, a tongue clasped in his hands. More impressed than disappointed, Ruina wasted no time in chopping the guard’s hand off as he bled out at the bottom of their cell.
Using his prints, they activated the every door in the cell block, Ruina advising her newly released bretheren to do the same and release every prisoner in the station. Some went along with it, others found joy in merely killing their fellows. Ruina and Sivius however had a goal, and stuck to that goal as they used the chaos to make a hasty exit aboard a GP Patrol ship in the dock. Not but hours after they had made their escape, a blocked communications channel hailed them.
Dartworth congratulated them on their escape and told them where to find him, and thus began their career as…
Man-Hunters (Age 25-28)
Considering how interested he was in the duo, Dartworth wasted no time in dropping them into the latest incarnation of the Manhunts. He refused them any starting weapons and abandoned them at the edge of what appeared to be a ghost of a town and told them simply, “Don’t disappoint the audience.”
They didn’t.
Ruina and Sivius became underground stars for their exploits, and Manhunt after Manhunt they were reigning champions, Ruina known for demonstrating the cruelest, goriest, most painful looking kills seen on the circuit and Sivius for his phenomenally high body count. Efficiency and brutality. Combined, the two of them annihilated every champion, every contender, and every record in less time than they were made. Though Dartworth usually expected only one person to leave the arenas, it was a first in Manhunt history to have a duo. But when a body stacker and a blood letter combined, the ratings and money came pouring in.
Such a good thing would never last.
The End (Recent)
In the galaxy of Kalari, the Hunts were unanimously voted to be disgusting and depraved, and were thusly outlawed. Massive bounties were placed on the heads of Dartworth, Sivius, Ruina, and any others affiliated in the filming or production of the Hunts. Dartworth was caught first, and in a way to reduce his own sentence he rolled over on Ruina and Sivius, as he was the only man who knew where they could be found. Faced with numbers they could not handle, they were arrested and taken aboard the Galaxy Police ship Deadpool. A Maurader class cruiser equipped with enough weaponry to also act as an enforcer during larger space skirmishes. On board, Ruina and Sivius both decided they were not heading to jail again, and in a near suicidal act, they broke free of their bonds and killed the entire crew. The only living beings on the ship now are her, Sivius, and another prisoner named Taina. The latter kept alive only for the sake of curiosity.
They now fly as far from home as possible, Ruina trying desperately to find a solution to the enormous problem that was an entire galaxy after their hides.
Race: Nightlundian/Zakunan
Age: 28 (Has ceased aging)
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 278 lbs. (Weight increase because of the LMAM and Nano-mechanisms)
Appearance: The first thing one imagines when spying Ruina, is that she has not lead an easy life. Her face, while pretty and angular, is testament to the lack of joy in her life. Her mouth appears stiff, as though never having seen a smile, and her single, florescent blue eye seems to hint at a jaded mind and a dulled sense of morals and honor. Her hair is a white/gray hue, and is parted off center to the right, letting the wispy hairs sway and flop about on the whim of the wind or her movements. She really seems to care little about it. Over her left eye is a patch, covering the cybernetic monstrosity (As she sees it) that has replaced her lost eye. Her only act of vanity would be covering that metallic orb and it’s glowing red iris. It lacks an eyelid, making it an unblinking, terrible thing to stare at. On her neck, just at her jugular vein, is an odd patch of a scar, made when she scraped the bar-code imprinted there free from the flesh.
Her body, while still retaining a sense of femininity that her attitude and demeanor lost, is well toned and under concealed. Her skin is a natural hue of flesh, being not quite tanned, and not quite pale. As a top, Rue wears a standard synth-fabric (Feels like a mix between plastic and leather) vest-shirt given to the Galaxy Police (as they are energy weapon resistant). It stops at her belly-button and is zipped only partially upward, revealing a quite formidable amount of cleavage. Where once shoulder pads were strapped to the things are mere straps (as she tore them off finding them uncomfortable and useless). Her arms, while bare, bear many differences to one another. The right, while having a highly above-average amount of scars- in comparison to the left is plain. Her left arm bears a long, elaborate tattoo of black and red swirling markings that really hold no meaning. Mere decoration. The fingernails of her left hand are a gleaming obsidian black, leading many to wonder if she paints them. She doesn’t.
Her legs are long and quite well toned, though not enough to make her appear too butch. Scars run all along the in and outside of her thighs, but these are concealed by a pair of tight-fitting black pants of the same synth material that her vest is comprised of. Along the outsides of the legs is ‘POLICE’, in blue, reflective stitching, making one wonder just how she managed to come about getting such attire. A belt dangles from her hips, upon which a moderately sized leather loop exists to hold an electro-baton. Upon her feet, thick soled boots gleaming with the same synth fabric as her pants and shirt rise to her lower calves. They remain on by a series of metal buckles that can be tightened or loosened to fit larger legs if necessary.
Personality/Character Traits/Psychological disorders: Ruina is not a happy person by any means, though one would not be able to tell even after years of acquaintance. Piled on top of her self loathing is layer upon layer of sarcasm, bitterness, hatred, lust, and pure, unfiltered crudeness. These things are most highlighted by her gravelly, yet distinctly feminine voice, with which she can most often be heard insulting another person.
While not exactly a brilliant woman, Ruina is quite competent when it comes to certain matters (except math and it’s ilk). Being a soldier, she is capable tactician and is often very cautious in dangerous situations. She is quite ruthless and bloodthirsty in combat, and will not hesitate to utilize the most brutal, low, and despicable methods in order to defeat an opponent.
Being half Nightlundian, Ruina has an excellent memory, and can see and absorb the smallest of every detail in any room, remembering them perfectly. Names and faces are simple, and she is even capable of remembering a voice even if only hearing it once. These things made her invaluable as a soldier and would do so as a spy as well.
She has a taste for spicy foods, and can and will hold her liquor when (and when not) necessary. She is a firm believer in taking what one wants, and is a quite competent and malicious manipulator, totally willing to use others in an attempt to get her way.
Nobody knows, but she habitually cries herself to sleep every night.
While under arrest (explained in detail in her history), Ruina was diagnosed with several psychological disorders listed here:
Sleep Terror Disorder (During sleep subject shows signs of intense fear including sweating, rapid breath, and a rapid heartbeat. Often subject will awake screaming and will have no recollection of their nightmares. Often subject is unable to be comforted by outside influence and must be allowed to run its course)
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (Strong influence on the former)
Black Widow Syndrome (Often due to lack of trust or crippling self-image issues, subject is driven to harm or kill a sexual partner post-intercourse in order to keep their insecurity and willingness to submit sexually away from the public. Selfishness is a often a factor though not in all cases)
Bipolar Disorder (An affective disorder in which the subject can suffer violent mood swings dipping from mania to depression instantly. Mania is often characterized by decreased self control, increased sexual urge, irritability, rage, and psychotic states)
These are all she was able to be diagnosed with before her escape and is certainly suffering from far more than the apparent.
Weaponry/Technology:
Modified Electro-Baton: The Galaxy Police, while preferring to use non-lethal methods to capture fugitives had this weapon devised by their top scientists and technical masters. A three foot long solid hunk of Nahilite Steel, the weapon has a trigger-like mechanism at it’s bottom end when depressed would have issued a non-lethal jolt of electricity down the length of the baton. Ruina had attempted to modify its charge but failed miserably, breaking the baton and depleting the power-cells within. It is currently just a chunk of metal with a trigger.
*(LMAM)Liquid Metal Arm-mechanism: During her period as a reluctant test subject at Kyrathi Labs, Ruina was given a most unpleasant transplant surgery. Her left arm was replaced with an experimental, highly unstable technology. The arm, while it’s technological and mechanical aspects baffle the soldier, is capable of taking shape into various metal objects much on the whim of her imagination. While in the midst of a transformation- which takes more or less time depending on the item- it remains in a state of liquid metal, having near to no substance whatsoever. It is capable of growing (2x) it’s normal size as an arm in both width and length, is as strong as (steel) and remains sharp as humanly imaginable unless Ruina specifically dulls her blade. Following is a list of shapes and forms the LMAM can take.
Arm: Resembling her old arm even down to the tattoo, it has no noticeable difference in texture or movement, but will feel extremely cold to the touch. Her fingernails and bones remain metallic, as it is beyond the arm’s technology to comprehend a hard substance that is not metal. It won’t feel like flesh if someone were to attempt to cleave through it, that much is certain. This is it’s natural form, and will remain as such unless changed by Ruina herself. It takes only a moment to transform back to the arm from a blade or utensil.
Long-blade: Somewhat resembling a spike in shape, the blade can be sharp on one side or two, and feels and looks like regular metal save for streaks of black and red that were once a tattoo. It is often about four feet of blade in length, usually stopping at her elbow for more flexibility and versatility in battle. It takes only seconds to transform into this blade.
Sickle/Hook: When feeling particularly vicious, Ruina can form the arm into a large, hook-like blade, most often used for stabbing and wrenching out the things within. Unlike the long blade, the sickle forms at the wrist, giving her a bit more leverage when it comes to wielding the weapon. It takes only seconds to transform into this blade. It is up to four feet in length (curved) and often 3-4 inches in width.
Various Utensils: Upon gaining control of the arm, Ruina’s first decision was to make it practical. Thus, her fingers are capable of turning into a many number of things including forks, screwdrivers, smaller knives, keys and even spikes.
Ocular Implant: As Ruina’s left eye was in fact shot out, the doctors at Kyrathic Labs thought it best to replace it. Connecting it fully to her brain, Ruina was once again able to see with two functional eyes, however, due to the state of incompletion the cybernetic eye is only capable of normal vision, intense zoom, and scanning for subtle movements. When both eyes are open, her vision would appear somewhat normal unless activating a specific mode like those listed above.
Nano-tech Blood Implants: Kyrathic Labs hadn’t completely succeeded in creating the perfect soldier, but they had come close. Inside of Ruina’s bloodstream are millions upon millions of microscopic machines, all of which are used to do many functions inside of her body, including:
Healing wounds quicker than average
Stopping internal and external hemorrhaging
Repairing damage done to the LMAM in combat situations
Because of these nano-tech implants, Ruina has ceased aging, and will remain as a perpetual 28 years old for as long as she can bear it. There are other functions that she has, but is currently unaware of how to operate them.
Skills:
Modified Death Fang Fist: A fighting style designed solely for and by the Deathfang Legion. It was created for effectiveness in modern (in her world) day combat, making a master quite formidable against an opponent wielding energy blades and even blaster pistols. The fighting style encompasses mostly incapacitating an opponent and disposing of their weapon before they have the chance to fight back, however, Ruina took this concept far beyond it’s initial principles, as she now knows just where to hit to break bones, pierce nerves, and ruin organs. All of which are accomplished in absolutely the most painful way possible to make whomever her subject is feel intensely unpleasant before they die. She is average at best, and prefers to kill stealthily or fight dirty to gain the advantage.
History:
The Beginning (Age 0-18)
Rivette Gospel was born to Virdago and Melissa Gospel on the third moon of Zakuna, Mirius, in the galaxy of Kalari. She was the first of four children. Her brother (Virdago Jr.) born a year later, and two more daughters (Maria and Luri) born five years after him Their father and mother both were respected and essential members of the inter-planetary trading committee of the Kalari Galaxy, and are said to have been single-handedly the ones to convince the great Empress Lunitari to spare them Nightlundian conquest in exchange for a peaceful trade agreement from Kalari’s nahilite mines. Rivette and her siblings went to the best schools, wore the best clothes, and had the most exquisite meals and even dined with some of the most powerful officials in the Kalari galaxy.
Rivette was a C student in school, and opted instead of doing her school work to play video games or work-out with her brother, whom she felt much closer to than her sisters. As they grew up, Maria and Luri both headed to school after school, furthering their education. Virdago Jr. had taken up business with his father as his assistant and secretary, and Rivette was subject to scrutiny and guilt, as she had flunked out of school, and was working the streets as a brawler and bouncer for many of the low-brow clubs and establishments that littered the bad sections of the colony. She lived in a tiny, crappy apartment and drank herself stupid with all the money she would make.
That is, until a phone call arrived and changed her life. It was Luri, calling to inform her that their father, mother, and brother were all dead, killed by the Kyrathic Space Pirates while on the way to a council meeting on Zakuna. Their cruiser was found drifting not far from the planet with everybody on board slaughtered and devoid of their wallets, jewelry, and in some cases their shoes and clothing. Though Rivette was distraught with grief at losing her beloved brother, she cleaned herself up and went to the funeral, where she and her younger sisters decided that she would return home to take care of them.
The Road To Revenge (Age 18-19)
Living off of a massive inheritance, Luri and Maria spent their time grieving and going to school while Rivette devised a plan for revenge. She knew that the best way to stop piracy was to get right in the mix, so she signed herself up to join the Galaxy Police, and went off to their training facility on the GPSS (Galaxy Police Space Station) Unity, floating not too far out from Zakuna. As she was already a fighter, the physical aspects of the training came too easy for her, and it was noted that her memory and absorption of their basic fighting, shooting, hacking, and piloting skills were more than exceptional. She passed as the top of her class, and yet was still nothing more than a mere officer. Rivette never got to deal with any pirates personally, and was on the verge of resigning until one fateful incident. While on patrol in the “outlands” of Kalari, she alone came upon a large trader-ship being boarded by way of invasive boarding tendrils - the typical sign of a pirate attack - as they drilled into the hull, allowing a person to enter at any point they could desire.
Knowing that it was her only chance to do things as she wanted, she turned off her radio and refused to call for back-up, opting instead to remote-hack the ship’s systems, allowing her access to the docking bay and subsequently those within. Doing so efficiently, she found herself in the docking bay, eager to find and kill every pirate on board the ship. Down every corridor she’d go, shooting all who looked even remotely like a pirate as she went. Upon the bridge, she made acquaintance with the captain of the pirate ship as well as the captain of the trading ship, who was on the verge of being raped. Rivette shot the pirate in the leg, opting instead to beat the man to death with her electro-baton. She spent the time to help the remaining crew members dispose of bodies, and it was mutually agreed that Rivette would not report the illegal cargo the ship had if they did not report her gross misconduct. They parted ways and never met again.
The Death Fang Legion. Betrayal (Age 19-23)
On her way home that night, Rivette wondered why she had no guilt over killing the many men on board the ship earlier that night. In fact, she was frightened by the fact that she not only felt no remorse, but wanted to do it more. There was something about watching the life fade from their eyes, listening to their final gasps for air as they drown in their blood that was simply wonderful. She bore no wounds, no remorse, no evidence. It was as though the act never happened. But it did.
Upon reaching her family’s front door she was greeted once she entered with an unfamiliar “Hello,” from within. A woman, dressed in an unusually butch pants-suit was sitting in the living room, a glass in her hands. Luri and Maria both were sitting adjacent to the woman, smiling at Rivette.
“I know what you did today, and by all rights, you should be arrested and put to death,” the woman said, and oddly, her sisters did not seem frightened one bit.
“You are being promoted. You will come with me now and be a part of the most feared force since Perfect NIGHT came around. Say goodbye to your sisters.”
Unsure of what exactly was going on, Rivette did as she was told and left with the woman, going with her to a ship that had remained cloaked right next to her own cruiser. The woman’s name was Tracy Kinkaide, and she alone was the commander of the Death Fang Legion. A secret and powerful branch of the Galaxy Police, the Death Fang Legion was an anti-piracy group comprised of bounty hunters, Galaxy Police officers, soldiers, and many others that were deemed useful to the cause and recruited. Rivette was considered such, and went off to their base to train, leaving behind her two sisters whom she knew were smart enough to take care of themselves.
It was aboard the DFSS Angel that Rivette became acquainted with her teammates and began a rigorous and brutal training program that in comparison made the Galaxy Police seem like Girl Scouts. It was there she became acquainted with the Death Fang Fist fighting style, and was nearly booted from the Legion for killing two sparring partners. Rivette took to the training well, far too well, and it made Tracy fear for her position.
Again, Riv had taken them all by storm, and wowed her superiors with her piloting and fighting skills. For once, she was good at something and it showed. Everybody commended her for her zeal and lust for pirate blood, so they were not surprised when on her first day out she returned with 30 confirmed kills, two pirate ships scrapped. What was once an organization based on traps and devious dealings became revolutionized with Rivette’s strike-first ideals. She got popular, moreso than Tracy, and it was making her increasingly nervous.
Rivette was 23 and had risen to just below Tracy’s rank. Everybody knew it was only a matter of time before she was promoted once more, and it showed in their demeanor towards the leader they once favored so. Rivette however was not so concerned with such power. She enjoyed killing pirates, no matter what rank or level she had to be. As long as she could murder them and get away with it, she had no qualms with her job.
Riv had decided to stay in the station that one night that changed her life forever. She had only just left the shower when Tracy had all but snuck up on her, fully dressed and sneering angrily. She yelled about her job, and fumed about her concerns over losing her position, and Rivette, being reasonable as she was, politely told her she would refuse a promotion if it was offered, especially if it meant such a big deal to her. Tracy seemed relieved, and as she left, could not help but feel bad as she pulled the gun. Rivette took a tranqualizer dart to the eye and went down like a sack full of rocks. She would regain consciousness periodically, only enough to make out that she had been deceived, it was darkness after that.
Kyrathic Labs, Doctor Jeffries, and the LMAM (Age 23)
Rivette was kept too sedated the first few weeks to really make sense of anything. She knew she was naked, strapped down, and certainly not home or in the barracks. Finally, after near to a month of time, the drugs were no longer being pumped into her consistently, and she began to get vaguely aware of the situation. Screaming would accomplish little, as would yelling and fuming, and thus, she would lay there silently, listening, watching and gathering what information she could. She was in the hands of pirate scientists, which also meant that Tracy was in league with them. Angry at her betrayal, she finally took the time to ask the same balding older man who seemed to be the most available in the lab just what was going on. What she was told was not what she wanted to hear or be. Doctor Jeffries and Tracy sought to create a super soldier, or in the worst case: a dead test subject. All of her options seemed seemed unappealing, and Rivette knew she needed to get the hell out of there.
It was not long before she stopped getting drugs altogether, though she soon wished she did. Under the guise of “Needing to make some adjustments” or “Take some tests” Doctor Jeffries would get into the lab where Rivette was kept and have his way with her nightly. She would scream and cry and thrash, but besides being strapped down, the area was soundproof, and thus nobody heard. Even if they had, very few would have cared to help a murderer of their own.
Rivette became the first successful human to bear the LMAM, though they could not manage to get her to use it. Whether it was an act of defiance or the body merely unable to accept the device, they began furiously attempting to force her to change, even placing her in somewhat near-death situations in hopes of forcing the thing to take shape. It didn’t, and eventually it was decided she was a failure, and thus would be killed and analyzed. Perhaps whatever was wrong with her could be remedied in the next subject.
Deliverance (Age 23)
Unaware of what she’d had done to her, Riv was surprised to awake one night and find her left arm free of it’s bindings. She wasted no time in removing herself from the straps, but she did not move. Jeffries arrived as per usual, but he did not expect his nightly date to end so badly. As he lay on the floor, weeping in agony, she made short work of the logs of her stint there, coming to realize just what they’d done to her, even if not fully comprehend it. As a parting gift, she memorized the employee list and left, enraged. She fled the facility with nothing more than a scalpel and a syringe in her arsenal. Twenty men were found dead. Doctor Jeffries killed himself not long after her escape due to irreparable injuries to his arms and groin.
Like a vengeful ghost, Rivette went all through Kalari murdering all those that were involved. She would strike and disappear without a trace, leaving many to wonder if Nightlundian assassins had taken an interest in anti-piracy in their galaxy. After near to a year of brutal murders, Tracy Kinkaide had resigned from her position and began fortifying herself in her house, afraid of what she had inadvertently created. The one night she fell asleep ended up being her downfall. Rivette broke in and had disarmed she who was once her commanding officer in a matter of moments. Tracy expected the end, but she wouldn’t see it for several days. Rivette knew Kinkaide had cut herself off from the world, and thus knew that nobody would be interrupting her from showing Tracy just what she’d done.
An eye for an eye, Riv thought, deciding that Tracy needed to experience the same sensations she had at Kyrathic Labs in the hands of Doctor Jeffries. She may not have been a doctor, but she did have an arm that could as she found, change shape. Rivette tortured the ex-Death Fang Legion Commander until she died after almost nearing a week. Her goal reached, Rivette decided to head home to her sisters and finally have some peace.
All Alone (Age 23-25)
Rivette returned to a house in terrible condition. A once lush and pleasant yard was dead and unkempt, windows were shattered and blood was on the door step and walkway. Inside, Rivette was jumped by Galaxy Police officers and placed under arrest. A small stand off ensued as she broke from her cuffs and killed an officer- a man she had trained with- and demanded an explanation as to where her sisters were. An unsolved murder, seemingly gang or drug related. Both were raped, killed, and left outside to be found by the neighbor’s gardener the next day. Without a reason to fight, or even a reason to live, Riv gave herself up and was carted off to GPODC (Galaxy Police Orbital Detention Center) Lomus, where only the most dangerous criminals were kept.
Knowing she had no chance to get off the charges against her, Rivette really had no concerns in the prison, which was sexually integrated. Her first cellmate attempted to sate his lust upon her as she slept, and she ended up tossing parts of him into the hallway periodically well into the morning until the guards found him. As it was self defense, she was merely reprimanded, as most rape cases ended with the female cell mate dead, they knew that there was something particularly unusual about Rivette, but they hadn’t a clue of what she was capable of. Every cellmate she was given ended up being murdered, and when they had finally come to cart her off, she attacked and killed three guards before being taken down by several electric shocks to her chest and back.
She awoke in solitary confinement, and it was there she was to stay until she was executed. In her cell she languished, slowly but surely losing her mind. Changing her name to Ruina (in her mind), she spent her days thinking about how she had failed her sisters and contemplating suicide. She was on the verge of going through with it until the day he arrived.
Dartworth (Age 25)
Uneventfully a guard opened the solid metal wall that kept her from seeing or hearing any other person, rolling in a cart on top of which was a screen and a small disc port. The guard stuck a disc into the player and stepped out, leaving Ruina debating on bolting through the opened door or watching what was on screen, the former was seeming much more likely until she saw an image of her old home, as filmed by a hand-held camera of some kind. Snickers and hushed whispers could be heard as the camera came closer to the front door. A hand reached on screen and knocked before stepping back. Luri opened the door, only to be rushed by what seemed to be six men, not including the camera operator. Luri screamed for Maria, who burst into the room with a blaster pistol - Ruina’s old one to be exact - aiming at those who swarmed over her sister. She fired, and the camera operator ducked as three of the men dashed at her, one taking a hit to the chest and going down before they managed to wrestle the gun away from her. The camera looked back at the door, revealing Tracy Kinkaide. She stepped ever so calmly into the house, watching the men work.
“Do what you will with them, leave their bodies behind. I expect this to go smoothly, boys, don’t disappoint me,” she said before leaving. The camera stayed on the scene, switching between her sisters, filming them being brutally raped and eventually murdered before the disc flashed an abrupt ‘end’ and the screen went blank.
“They sell the film on the black market for quite a bit of money,” said Dartworth, stepping into her cell nonchalantly. Ruina could only stare at the blank screen with wide, glassy eyes, silently crying.
“I know, I know! It’s atrocious, really, which is why I am giving you a chance for revenge,” he told her, piquing her interest immediately. He began to explain his association with these very popular underground broadcasts called ‘Hunts’ in which men and women, both volunteers and ‘sheep’ as he called them, were set into arenas- which were more often than not the cities of vanquished worlds, conquered by Nightlund with only one goal. The goal? Kill or be killed. Whomever won or managed to live the three days was given the prize and acclaim in the underworld.
Ruina was torn. She knew that if she continued killing, it would lead to even more mental decay, and possibly insanity. He told her he wouldn’t be able to take her from the prison, but he was able to bribe and manipulate his way to her cell and also do the same to have her moved back into the ranks of normal prisoners. More specifically, to have her moved in with another “Hopeful.” He left her with the parting words of, “If you get out of here, find me and we’ll do business.”
Date With Destiny (Age 25)
His name was Sivius, and he was Ruina’s new cellmate. A dirty blonde shadow of a man; Sivius appeared to be in a somewhat perpetual state of weariness, as though he never got enough sleep. Ruina knew that there was something special about him, as Dartworth mentioned him as a “Hopeful.”
As much as Ruina tried to get him to open up, he never would. Not that he was shy or anti-social, but up until being in that cell, life was a mere blur. Sivius wasn’t much of a talker so Ruina did all the talking and both of them seemed content with things the way they were besides one obvious fact: They were in prison. It wasn’t that Ruina was afraid to escape, or that she didn’t know how. In fact, she knew the layouts of every GP space station in their galaxy by heart. The simple fact was that the two of them would not be able to make it out unless they had a lot of help or weapons. Or both, and that was when she had the idea. If they weren’t the only ones free, that meant that prisoners would outnumber guards 10-1. All she needed was Sivius’ cooperation, and thus came the question of “How do you feel about killing cops?”
His answer: “Why not?”
The plan was born and put into action in but a week. It was lights out, and Sivius was atop Ruina, attempting to make it appear as though he were attacking her. She screamed for a guard, the only one who would be guarding their cell block that night. It took a while, but he arrived, quickly deactivating their lock and stepping in to intervene. He hadn’t even had a chance to pull his baton before Sivius- breaking Ruina’s initial plan- rose and shoved his fingers into the man’s mouth before pulling them out, a tongue clasped in his hands. More impressed than disappointed, Ruina wasted no time in chopping the guard’s hand off as he bled out at the bottom of their cell.
Using his prints, they activated the every door in the cell block, Ruina advising her newly released bretheren to do the same and release every prisoner in the station. Some went along with it, others found joy in merely killing their fellows. Ruina and Sivius however had a goal, and stuck to that goal as they used the chaos to make a hasty exit aboard a GP Patrol ship in the dock. Not but hours after they had made their escape, a blocked communications channel hailed them.
Dartworth congratulated them on their escape and told them where to find him, and thus began their career as…
Man-Hunters (Age 25-28)
Considering how interested he was in the duo, Dartworth wasted no time in dropping them into the latest incarnation of the Manhunts. He refused them any starting weapons and abandoned them at the edge of what appeared to be a ghost of a town and told them simply, “Don’t disappoint the audience.”
They didn’t.
Ruina and Sivius became underground stars for their exploits, and Manhunt after Manhunt they were reigning champions, Ruina known for demonstrating the cruelest, goriest, most painful looking kills seen on the circuit and Sivius for his phenomenally high body count. Efficiency and brutality. Combined, the two of them annihilated every champion, every contender, and every record in less time than they were made. Though Dartworth usually expected only one person to leave the arenas, it was a first in Manhunt history to have a duo. But when a body stacker and a blood letter combined, the ratings and money came pouring in.
Such a good thing would never last.
The End (Recent)
In the galaxy of Kalari, the Hunts were unanimously voted to be disgusting and depraved, and were thusly outlawed. Massive bounties were placed on the heads of Dartworth, Sivius, Ruina, and any others affiliated in the filming or production of the Hunts. Dartworth was caught first, and in a way to reduce his own sentence he rolled over on Ruina and Sivius, as he was the only man who knew where they could be found. Faced with numbers they could not handle, they were arrested and taken aboard the Galaxy Police ship Deadpool. A Maurader class cruiser equipped with enough weaponry to also act as an enforcer during larger space skirmishes. On board, Ruina and Sivius both decided they were not heading to jail again, and in a near suicidal act, they broke free of their bonds and killed the entire crew. The only living beings on the ship now are her, Sivius, and another prisoner named Taina. The latter kept alive only for the sake of curiosity.
They now fly as far from home as possible, Ruina trying desperately to find a solution to the enormous problem that was an entire galaxy after their hides.