I'll add the stroyline and history later.

Geez, I just rolled him up last night. To reference your other post about Random or Created I was working with John for a week on a pre created idea but could not nail it down. Rolled a random and came up with him. I'll get AMG to Ink me something after we flesh him out.

THE ONI wrote on Jan 14^th, 2012 at 4:52pm:


Just kidding about the pic. I've got some of AMGs stuff, with me kicking around some ideas for a couple of new commissions. I really need to scan his stuff, and post it, but it's kind of large. And he REALLY needs to put a portfolio together, as there are some people I know who'd be interested in looking at his work.

Can't wait to read his back story.

My newest player character for when Oni wants to run a game.

John wrote on Jan 14^th, 2012 at 6:22pm:


Did you post him yet?

John wrote on Jan 14^th, 2012 at 5:05pm:

Don't you mean "KILL".

Agent Omega: Beginnings Part II

  They don't trust me. I don't blame them. I don't trust them either. Take an unknown like me into the fold? I doubt it. No memory, No history. No trust. Simple.

  A few more visits with The Doc and I'll start to "remember" things. Not really. I can't remember a thing. Of course I can't do too much too quickly. Maybe a house, or a stream, could be a colored door. Something to make it look like I'm making progress. I'm not. Everything is blank. It's not foggy, it's just not there at all.

  They're watching me. Probably bugged my room, maybe hidden cameras in the motion detectors. Wouldn't be surprised. I'd do it too. Not just the room. Feels like somebody's watching me all the time. Can't catch them but he's there. Maybe a she. Who knows. Not me.

  Most here just ignore me. Fine by me. I'd just as soon ignore them. Little interaction as possible. No contact. I don't like contact. No, I don't know why. Maybe the shield.  My "Shakes."

  I don't sleep much. Try not to. You never know who's coming and when. Gotta keep the shields up. More ways then one. Something took me out. I have scars, lot's of them. Don't mind the look, not my style. I have a style? Who knows. Don't like that someone took me out.

  Go along. Answer the questions I don't know the answers to. Watch my back. Time will come to go. No cash, no contacts, no friends. No Memory.

Gerry,

Are you going to post Coldsteel??

Now I'm scared.......

Agent Omega: Memories

  First Memory. Pain. First Reaction. Scream until my throat is raw. Black out. No more Pain.

  Second Memory. More Pain. Trapped in Blackness. Can't move, only Scream. Nowhere to go. Black out. No more pain.

  Third Memory. Wake up in a Hospital? Less pain. Too Much Light. At the time I don't even know what a Hospital, Pain or Light even are.

  Just a Blank Slate.

OK, Intersesting. When you first mentioned the fact that he was offended by the mere sight of Modi ( I have to get that post in this weekend) I immediately thought of Loki. Then I pictured a thinner version of Walt Simonsons Loki, without the helmet of course. Dark short cropped hair, slightly receding in a V shape.

  Interesting day I guess. Doc won't look me in the eyes. Wanna be Doc won't either. Somethings up.

  Saw clips of the "Hero" Modi today on the view screens here. Guessing it's all propoganda. He's all overdone biceps and overdone gestures. Just looking at him offends me for some reason.

  Got the call today. Getting a new handler it seems. Seer. Brainy type with some braun. Looks like their going to turn me loose on something. We'll see how it goes. Maybe I make it. Short leash I'm sure. Got no other options right now.

  I'm no Hero.

"What we did to you, other than help you through your recent difficulty, is absoulty nothing.  As per your other question, I am not at liberty to discuss that with you at the present."   CHESS psychologist Cathy Young.

  Hey, Doc. Yeah I know, not my day, not my time. It's just that there's this thing. Well it's not a thing, it's dreams. Not really dreams plural. Just one Dream. You see I have it every night for as long as I can remember. Yeah I know, I don't remember very far back. Too me it's forever. I don't get much sleep as it is Doc. Never know who's outside the door, under the bed, in the closet.

  Each night it's the same. There's a bridge in front of me and I start walking on it. I can't see what's below me or too either side. Fog, something else blocks my vision. I just walk. No idea how long. Eventually I come to the end of the bridge and I just wake up. That's it. Nothing earth shattering. Just the bridge and the walk. Look, Doc, it's gotta mean something right??? Can you help me Doc???

  Please??

  So let me get this straight Doc. I was Dominic Pesce, a Mob Hit Man. I was killed by a Police officer named Clay Osborn. I used to be Dead but now for some unknown reason I am alive??

  Sorry, Doc, but somehow none of this seems real to me. No matter what you tell me about my so called past it still doesn't mean anything if I can't remember it. It's like it still isn't real if I don't remember living it.

  I thought knowing something was going to help but it just doesn't do anything for me. I don't remember a family, friends or anything like that. It's not all coming back to me in a great big wave of emotion. None of that stuff. So here's the real beginning because I don't care about the past.

  I am Agent Omega, because that's all I have to hang on to right now. I am alive and I plan on staying that way. No one is ever going to take anything away from me ever again.

  By the way Doc. I've been her for a few months and pretty much laid my life on the line for this organization.

   Who do I see about getting a Paycheck??

THE ONI wrote on May 10^th, 2012 at 9:44pm:


Ummm...I don't see it.

Picture of Agent Omega for his CHESS ID Card

OK. Get rid of the blood and the scream and I pretty much picture him looking like Bale with the outfit from Equilibrium and a white Omega symbol over his heart.

  OK, Doc, here we go again.

  Yesterday was let's just say, different. By the way, that Rita Schwartz you indroduced me to, she was really different. Anyway, I got hooked up with Cold Steel and later on with Modi for our visit to New York. Bree Cake went along too. I don't think she liked me too much.

  We got to the Cemetery to see the Eidiolan AKA Eddie Dolan without any problems. Messy place for a cemetery. Real crowded. People think I'm strange, what's so odd about cleaning up after yourself. Garbage everywhere. That bothered me for some reason. Anyway, Bree smoothes things over with the cops so we can talk to Eddie after everyone leaves. Modi asks some questions about what he remembers. All the same stuff everyone else has been asking him. I intoroduce myself and we compare notes. As far as I am concerned my  mission is accomplished. I was supposed to meet the other Dead but not Dead guy.

  Modi decides to take out that offensive Hammer of his and shine it's light on Eddie. Oh yeah, it's not Modi that offends me, it's that vile Hammer of his and it's light. Trust me Doc, Modi's no prize either. He shines the light and I get away from it. Do me a favor Doc?? See if you can put the word in with somebody on high, I really would rather not work with him again. He's OK I guess, but that Hammer is just plain rude.

  I have no idea what he sees with his light and I don't care. While the cops are looking for another cop I start looking around. I see a basement door open at one of the Mausoleums and decide to take a look. Looks like cop feet atb the bottom of the steps but they are being dragged, not walking. I call for the "Heroes" and we take a walk downstairs. Garden tools, dirt and a low ceiling. Also a hole with the rubble coming outwards. Not a good sign when your in a buildings basement in a Cemetery. Really not a good sign.

  Modi and Cold Steel muscle in the front and start crawling through the tunnel. Good for them, they can go first. It smells bad. I hear some action in front and for some reason decide to go through. I mean go through them with my "Shakes". I nearly had a heart attack when I just missed running into Modi's Hammer. That shouldn't happen Doc, I had my emotions turned off if you know what I mean.

  Ghouls. Things that eat the dead. Not much too look at. Not much for conversation. Even worse then me. That was a joke Doc. I guess I shouldn't do that.

  Few seconds later some really big Ghoul looking thing comes through the wall at us. Other Ghouls were already blabbing about him. Flannerty. Flannerty the Ghast. They alse were blabbing about Greenberg their "Master." Did I mention you don't want to hear this type of stuff in a Graveyard at night? We take out the thing and move back upstairs through a new entrance Modi made by overdoing it again.

  Guess what we see??? The Greenberg Mausoleum.What a coincidence, you can't make this stuff up. I was going to shake through and open the door from the inside. Modi rips them open instead. Whatever. After looking around for a minute we see the resting place of Alan Greenberg. Modi opens the door and pulls out the lifelss body. It's a regualr corpse. Looks like he's been dead and decaying for a few years now. Odd thing. Hands are dirty, nothing else is and the clothes look well kept. Now it gets weird.

  Outta nowhere comes this black smoke and it heads straight into Greenbergs corpse. Greenberg doesn't look like a corpse anymore and he moves quick. Him and Modi start to tangle and just like you guessed. He digs his teeth into Modi's neck. Me and Coldsteel get a few shots off and I study him a bit.  He stares at Modi for a second and then Modi pounds him. Black smoke goes away out the roof. Pretty sure we haven't seen the last of him so maybe someone should tell old man Monty to send some specialists back there or something.

  Well the next thing we hear is a voice from outside asking "Is everybody in there?" It's a skinny fifteen yer old kid in a Rush T-shirt. remeber Rush Doc?? Power Tro. Lot's of A sharps and...Sorry.

  The kid seems happy cause since were all together it's easy for this fifteen year old to kill us all. Great. Modi and Cold Steel seem to recognize the name of Melvin Sharples from something they read. Seems he really is a dangerous terror and maybe too much for us. Modi goes nuts. What a shock. Modi knocked him into next week and they went at it someplace else. I figure all is well when of course next me and Cold Steel hear a woman scream. Bree of course.

  We both run over and we see Rita with a bloody knife and Bree with a bloody stomach. Rita is speaking in some Language we do not understand. Almost sounded like fast Gregorian chant or something. Anyway we go at Rita. Bloody knife makes her the bad guy. Girl, lady, whatever.

  I take one shot to stop her from making another stab at Bree. It looks like it hurts her but the old Lady does not go down. She gestures and the earth tries to grab me. Next thing I see is the earth becomes some giant Mud Monster. Cold Steel takes care of it with his Ice Blast and the whole thing is frozen solid. I hit Rita again and she backs off. This is nuts. Next thing I know is I hear something shatter and I am covered in Mud. I never saw the Monster break out. It got me from behind. I turn and just keep blasting Mud Monster. I got tired after a while. That never happened to me before. I need to speak to Dean about that one. Eventually Cold Steel ices the Mud Monsetr up and shatters him. It's almost over but Bree looks in bad shape. Cold Steel goes over and helps her along with one of the EMS fellows.

  I turn to Rita and she really look sat me with hatred in her eyes. She screams in that weird manly, Indian voice. It's not important what she said. After that all she kept doing was crying about how I hurt her shoulder and asking for gary. Her Ex husband if I remeber right. She didn't sound or act the same. Maybe you'll see her next. I didn't kill her.

  I think Cold Steel and Modi are in the briefing room going over everyhting that happened. Steel seems to be on to something. I never get asked to those debriefing meetings for some reason.

  I really thought this was supposed to be an easy mission. I guess I was wrong.

I completed ONE of the sketches for The ONI. I love the background of this character.

I did another with the "Y" wound on his chest(as described by The ONI).

Any comments on the pics folks?? I'm hurt.

   (As Agent: Omega walks down the hallway of one of the sub levels underneath the Black Mesa he notices Dr. Kathy Young, his psychologist. Omega approaches her in a public setting, not something he would normally do)

   Uh, Doc? Remember how you told me it would be good for me to get out in more of a public setting yesterday? Well I did. Turns out it really wasn't such a great idea.

   Honestly, I think I prefer Cats over people.

It's on an attack by attack basis. When I rolled him he got Vibratory powers but one of my last characters had that so we changed the defense up.

Basically any incoming attack that hits his shields has 2d10+1 subtracted from it. Either lessens the damage or nullifies it altogether.

No outrageous power cost. Since it is replacing the normal Vibratory Defense it's the same power cost as that. Can't remember if it's one or zero off the top of my head.

Magnum's personal journal (which he writes while magnetically controlling a pen):

Some doctor showed me a note from Omega.  It is clear Omega had no confidence in his abilities, but ironically he was right as he died rather easily and non-heroically.  I mean Glare I expected, but I thought Omega would last a bit longer and not be holding on to Strong the whole time as if he were the last jug of water in a desert.

I'm also upset he didn't list MY name first in his letter. I mean what's up with that!!!

The icing on the cake was Psion (that whore) getting all the praise for her combat skills after I single handedly removed three baddies from battle with one attack on each.  I mean throwing that World Breaker loser into the Sun was just classic! I was actually laughing while watching his body hurl towards the sun at 7,000 mph.  That illusion chick, though hot, didn't know what hit her! BUt I have to say, even her blood stain on the wall made me horny.  And that green Jell-O creature was probably a bit surprised when I turned him/her/it into a metal bowling ball.

On a brighter note, I didn't have to use my suicide device, which is good (I think).  I can't imagine how many chicks I would have bagged after people would have been talking about that heroic act "Magnum took out the Moevian army while taking his own life. What a hero!".   Oh wait, I'd be dead so I wouldn't bag any chicks, but it would still be cool!

So what was I talking about? Oh yeah Omega and Glare. Good guys, 'ok' warriors, not good with the ladies. 

Off to my date with a mechanical blow up doll.  LOL I kid I kid....

  One Question. How is it that Magnum is about 10' Tall but still a Munchkin???

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