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May, 2010... Fantasy became reality. Worlds overlay for the briefest moment. Outworlders became stranded on earth as more than half the human populace vanished. Our World, our universe, was transformed.

Fiction is now reality. Humans and those now bound to this world will either learn to coexist, or battle for supremecy.

Ryan Harker

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About Ryan Harker

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CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Male
  • PLAY-BY
    Jeremy Renner
  • AGE
    34
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    Human (Altered)
  • JOB
    ARMA Cloak Operative
  • LOCATION
    New York
  • FACTION
    ARMA
  • APPEARANCE
    Height: 5’10
    Weight: 195 lbs
    Build: Lean and Muscular
    Hair Color: Brown (short)
    Eye Color: Blue
    Attire: Harker’s attire while working usually consists of a long, black leather coat, a black leather under vest, a white or black shirt, black tactical pants and black boots. The ARMA operative’s clothes are well worn, giving them a rugged, less uniform appearance.
    Tattoos: Ryan has a series of mystic tattoos and symbols scrolled across his upper body. These enchanted markings were branded on him by powerful ARMA magus. Their purpose is to conceal him from detection spells and to protect him from sorcery that might affect his mind.
  • PERSONALITY
    Ryan has always seen himself as the good guy. Despite regularly committing acts of violence against others, he lives by a code. Always place the mission first, never accept defeat, never quit, never leave a fallen comrade, and above all… protect the innocent. Harker believes all life has an intrinsic value. When he ends a life, it is never without good reason.
    
    Ryan is an intelligent guy, but he lacks a formal education. As such, sarcasm is a staple of his personality. The operative has more than a decade of warfighting experience. As a Soldier he has killed and witnessed firsthand the atrocities of war. He has mourned the loss of his brothers and cried for the senseless death of the innocent. Over time, he has become jaded by his past. Harker’s mood though usually positive, can vary from day to day.

    Harker is confident and clever. When interacting with others he can certainly be perceived as arrogant, but he is always keenly aware of his own limitations. Perhaps the agent’s greatest weakness would be a damsel in distress. Ryan’s intuition is usually able to detect a wolf in sheep’s clothing. However, if a genuine innocent was used to bait him, he would still be inclined to save them; even if he knew full well it was a trap.

    There is a great deal of secrecy surrounding ARMA’s covert Cloak Division, most are now even aware of its existence. Over the past couple years, Ryan Harker has still managed to establish a reputation within the supernatural community as a kind of “boogie man.” Thus, when people ask for his name he will typically reply, “you can call me John.”
  • PERSONAL BELONGINGS
    After becoming an operative for ARMA’s covert Cloak Division, Harker gained nearly unlimited access to the organization’s armory. When he is working and often when he isn’t, Ryan is a walking armory of modern and arcane weaponry. Ryan has full access to ARMA’s reproducible armory. NOTE: He does NOT have access to the unique and dangerous artifacts ARMA safeguards.

    Harker typically favors a Sig Saur P226 TACOPS, 9mm pistol as the foundation of his loadout. Though he is not opposed to carrying any variety of weaponry, depending on the mission needs. Listed below is some of the equipment he usually carries:

    Enchanted Apparel (Special Issue): An aged, heavy weight cloak and matching garments. The apparel is unique, from a time before the modern world. Enchanted with numerous protective spells, the attire is flame resistant and impervious to small arms munitions. The clothing’s defensive capabilities are like ARMA Silver Thread, but to a greater extent. NOTE: While the enchantments prevent physical penetration of projectiles, the apparel only minimally absorbs the kinetic energy. Meaning bullets will still inflict harm and a .50 caliber rifle round could potentially kill Harker with its kinetic impact alone.

    Portable Wards: Standard issue ARMA wards, though as a Cloak operative Harker carries considerably more than a regular agent. While on mission Harker typically carries two dispelling wards, two repulsion wards, and one obscuring ward. These wards are carried in a tactical pouch specifically designed for that purpose. Portable wards are single use only and must be recharged or replaced after use.

    Enchanted Blades (Special Issue): A pair of 8-inch, fixed blade tactical knives. Crafted from silver and perfectly balanced, these blades have been enchanted so as to harm most supernatural beings, albeit with varying degrees of success. The blades will never dull, are extremely strong, and are resistant to most common forms of magic.

    Enchanted Munitions: Forged from silver these munitions have been enchanted so as to harm most supernatural beings, albeit with varying degrees of success. Ryan carries two magazines of silver enchanted rounds, and one magazine of wood enchanted rounds. This loadout changes frequently depending on the mission.

    Enchanted Handcuffs: A single set of handcuffs specifically designed to detain magus and other supernatural beings. The restraints are enchanted to disrupt the flow of mana within the subject wearing them, preventing them from being able to cast any spells or activate their magic based abilities. Exceptionally skilled magus will find it difficult, but certainly not impossible to break free. The handcuffs are extremely durable and can withstand the physical strength of all but the strongest supernatural creatures. Once activated the handcuffs will only retain their power for approximately 24 hours.

    Wrist Mounted Ward (Special Issue): A unique and experimental item within ARMA’s inventory. The wrist mounted ward resembles a bulky metal watch, but it’s face has no dial or hands. The ward holds a single charge, capable of projecting a magic shield to the front of the bearer. The shield deflects incoming physical and magical attacks from the front but allows projectiles to pass through from the rear. The ward can be activated instantly by flexing the wrist and the user willing the spell to commence. The shield only lasts for approximately 3 seconds, though it can dissipate much faster depending on the damage taken. The ward can recharge itself once a month by channeling the full moon’s energy.
  • ABILITIES
    Sixth Sense:
    Ryan can sense danger to himself or those around him, a moment before it occurs. Frequently, he will react instinctively to protect himself or to avoid the danger all together. This “sixth sense” does not allow him to see into the future but does offer a strong inclination of what he needs to do in order to evade the threat.

    Enhanced Reflexes:
    The average human takes more than .25 seconds to perceive a threat or an action, another .25 seconds to decide on a course of action to address the threat, and then finally .25 - .5 seconds to execute the action. This delay can be shortened with training, or if a decision has been made prior to the threat being posed. The opposite is also true. This reaction time can be increased to nearly 2 seconds by stress, intoxicants, or sleep deprivation.
    Ryan’s ability to perceive, decide, and react is instantaneous. In moments of heightened stress, he frequently sees the world as standing still. While this may not seem like an extraordinary ability, it allows him to constantly stay almost a second ahead of his adversaries in combat. Imagine having an extra second to react to every punch, every kick, even every step in a fight. The ability is by its very nature, supernatural.
    NOTE: Ryan doesn’t have super speed. Although he is extremely fast by human standards, he is still limited by the physiological bounds of a mere human.

    Dexterity and Aptitude for Weaponry:
    Ryan’s balance and coordination push the bounds of humanly possible. Parkour, acrobatics, tightropes, and rock climbing are all well within his repertoire. Furthermore, this dexterity extends into an innate ability to use most primitive weapons and firearms with skillful mastery.

    Tattoo Wards:
    Ryan’s tattoos were seared across his flesh by some of the most powerful magus within ARMA. The symbols weave intricately across his chest and back; the black ink almost embossing from his skin. Some of the wards protect him from mind control, illusions and possession. Others serve to conceal his mana and life force from nearly any means of detection. Those who can sense mana will not feel or see anything when looking at Harker. NOTE: Spells that detect motion or other physical movement will be effective against Ryan, but locator spells and mana sensory spells will not.
  • SKILLS
    Martial Arts Training: Ryan has an extensive background in Hapkido, Kick-Boxing, Ju-Jitsu, and street fighting.

    *Army Trainings Completed*
    (In order of Completion)
    - Basic Combat Training
    - Advanced Infantry Training
    - Airborne Training
    - Air Assault Training
    - Ranger Special Operations Training

    Vanguard H-RAT Course

    New York Police Academy

    *ARMA Trainings Completed*
    (In order of Completion)
    - ARMA Operative Training
    - ARMA Arcane Science School
    - ARMA Advanced Combatives Course
    - ARMA Cloak Operative Training
  • HISTORY
    1988-2005 – Ryan Harker was born and raised in the Inland Empire of Southern California. Having grown up in a poor city with a dysfunctional family; Ryan was a troubled youth. Even as a boy, Ryan hated his station in life and knew he was destined for more. Ryan rebelled at every opportunity he could. Fortunately, his father enrolled him into martial arts at an early age. The discipline he learned there would prove just enough to keep him alive and out of prison. At 17 years old, Ryan forged his parents’ signatures and enlisted into United States Army.

    2005-2010 – The Army gave Ryan a sense of purpose. Something he had been deeply lacking up until this point in his life. Harker embraced the military culture and gave himself to it completely. His recruitment contract had given him a chance to become Ranger, and he seized it. After basic training and infantry school, Harker went on to complete selection, airborne and ranger school. Succeeding where countless others had failed, Ryan joined the ranks of the 75th Ranger Regiment. Assigned to the 1st Ranger Battalion Harker deployed to Iraq twice before the Resonance event.

    2010 – Shortly after Harker returned from his second deployment, the First Resonance event took place. The Nevus was revealed… and world plummeted into chaos. The 75th Ranger Regiment deployed to combat the virus outbreaks taking place in the United States and abroad. The Regiment sustained significant casualties during the initial conflict. With the world’s governments in disarray and the Order of the First Light grabbing for power, what remained of the Regiment was eventually absorbed into the Vanguard of Humanity.

    2011-2014 – Harker’s training and experience made him an instant candidate for the Vanguard’s High-Risk Assault Team (H-RAT). For several years Harker actively hunted and killed the supernatural. The infected, lycanthropes, vampires, magi… Ryan had learned how to kill virtually any non-human creature that posed a threat to humanity. H-RAT went so far as to engage in open warfare with a society of inhuman criminals attempting to resist the Vanguard. The sewers and subways beneath the City of New York ran red with blood. Eventually, the Vanguard eventually declared a victory over the criminal syndicate. The organization known simply as “The Underground” was broken, but its remnants were far too elusive to eradicate completely.

    Ryan began to question the Vanguard’s ideals after a time. Their mission seemed to have deteriorated from protecting human kind to the prejudicial eradication of all things inhuman. This became all to clear on January 7th, 2014. A peaceful group known as the “Grace Foundation” was holding a rally to support the collaboration of altered-humans and humans for a better future. The rally would be the target of a terrorist bombing. Dozens of innocents were killed. The bodies of humans and the supernatural alike littered the street. The rally had been peaceful. There had been women and children in the crowd. It was later determined by unofficial means that the Vanguard for Humanity had been responsible for the attack. Harker had joined the Vanguard to save the World, to slay evil and protect the innocent… so he turned his back on the organization.

    2015-2016 – Ryan graduated from the NYPD Police Academy in early 2015. He wanted to fight evil, he wanted to protect the innocent, and not just the human ones. It didn’t take him long to realize just how woefully incapable the NYPD was at combatting the serious dangers to the public. Renegade Magi and the Order of Light did as they pleased. The NYPD lacked the firepower and resources of the Vanguard, and they didn’t have the Order’s proficiency in the realm of magic. The Police Departments inadequacy frustrated and demoralized Harker to no end.

    2016-2018 – When ARMA broke away from the Order, they offered to train even unaltered humans in the arcane science of magic. Harker knew with all his talent, training, and experience, if he was just be given the right tools… he could kill anything. Ryan left the NYPD and was welcomed into ARMA. He possessed no magical aptitude, nor did he comprehend even the fundamentals of magic. Despite this fact, ARMA trained him. Ryan learned the nuances of magic. Lacking any ability to cast spells of his own, he was trained to use the enchantments and talismans forged by others. Coupled with his previous military and martial arts training, Ryan developed a deadly and effective style of close quarter combat.

    2018-2020 – The war between ARMA and the Order had been going for nearly two years when the Second Resonance event occurred. By that time, Harker had used all manner of wards, hexes, amulets, spells, and enchanted equipment to slay well over a dozen Order magus. Ryan had gained an immense amount of experience and proven his worth on the field of battle. When his own abilities emerged on account of the Second Resonance, it brought him to the forefront of the ARMA’s attention. Very few amongst faction’s ranks possessed his talent for killing magus, human or otherwise.

    ARMA approached Harker and offered him a position as an operative within their newly formed Cloak Division. He was told operatives would have considerable autonomy, nearly unlimited access to magical resources, and would report only to the Division Captain. Ryan leapt at the opportunity.

    Present – Despite the intense secrecy revolving ARMA’s Cloak Division, Harker has still managed to develop a reputation amongst the supernatural community as a kind of “boogie man.” Before the disappearance of ARMA’s leadership, Harker was used as a specialized asset. Rather than being posted on the front line in their war against the Order, he was tasked with eliminating specific targets that threatened ARMA. Powerful adversaries, potent First Order magus, and double agents were his specialty. Harker was and continues to be a very effective weapon for ARMA.

    With the leaders of ARMA missing in action, many of its agents have been left to their own devices. This is especially true for the Cloak Division operatives like Ryan, who report directly to ARMA leadership. Though lacking direction, Harker is not without purpose. He fights on with ARMA’s mission in mind; still an ever-vigilant protector of innocent, and still waging war against the supernatural threats to mankind.

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    (This is intended to be my first post in the "Clash of Titans" thread.)

    The Satyr Stadium was unlike anything else in New York. Harker had been in awe the first time he had visited the venue. The sheer size of the of the arena, the intricate spells woven into its structure, the security measures emplaced; it took a lot of clout to establish something of this magnitude in one of the most prominent cities in the world. Of course, the stadium was owned and operated as a “legitimate” business by the Bakkos criminal syndicate; which made its existence even more impressive. The Satyr Stadium represented a Bakkos foothold in the city, ground that Law Enforcement agencies would likely never take back.

    Harker strode calmly through the crowd on the pavilions second level. He was draped by a long, black leather coat. Its material swayed naturally with every casual step, but concealed beneath it was an arsenal of weapons designed to combat the supernatural. The ARMA operative’s attire was aged, giving his black undervest, pants, and tactical boots a rugged, less uniform appearance. Before the Resonance such an outfit might have drawn attention, but these days such an ensemble was not uncommon amongst magus, marauders, and the like.

    Ryan’s blue eyes surveyed the rotunda as he seated himself at a table near the bar. He had no interest in the fight. He was here for work, or that’s what he told himself at least. It had been some time since he had received any specific orders from ARMA leadership. Without a defined task, he was forced to find his own way to contribute to cause. This was a recon mission. The stadium was hosting a hi-profile event. Several of Bakkos’ key players were in attendance. ARMA intelligence also suggested the venue was a likely target for terrorist attack from multiple extremist groups. Harker was at the stadium to see how all the players interacted, and to see which groups might show to reconnoiter the event for their own purposes.

    Harker leaned back in his seat. A hand donned with a fingerless glove casually rubbed the brown scruff on his chin. He watched as two Bakkos gangsters descended from their VIP lounge to walk amongst the commoners beneath them. One was Matteo Carducci, Bakkos “baby boss” and owner of the Satyr Stadium. He was joined by Thomas Gallo, Bakkos fight champion and owner of another one of the syndicates “legitimate” business fronts. Both gangsters were dangerous men. ARMA was aware of their criminal activity. However, the organization the Bakkos established within the criminal underworld actually reduced crime in New York. So long as they continued to serve that purpose, and didn’t stray too far from the path, they would be safe from ARMA.

    Out of the corner of his eye Ryan saw a woman who appeared to be assessing the venues security. A ball cap hid her face, but the jacket and jeans she wore did little to hide her slender figure. She was an attractive woman. She tried to look inconspicuous, but she loitered near doors and entrances, seemingly to check if they were secure. She wasn’t Bakkos security. Her casual dress was far too relaxed for their “professional” standards. When Ryan finally caught a peek from under the brim of her hat, her face seemed familiar. After a moment he recognized her as an NYPD officer, maybe from the 10th precinct but he wasn’t certain. The Arma operative had seen her around more than once, back when he worked for the department.

    A man came through one of the pavilion doors quite suddenly, nearly knocking the poor girl down. Harker ginned lightly. Words were exchanged between the two and the man walked away. At first Harker thought nothing of it. There was nothing extraordinary about the man initially. However, as he pressed through the crowd he moved with a purpose. The man made a straight line for the bar, his eyes trained on the bartender standing behind it. Again, this by itself was nothing extraordinary. The man glided across a balcony full of cheering fans, without slowing down, and without so much as brushing into another person. To a trained observer like Harker, that was extraordinary.

    This appeared to catch the attention of the cop as well. Because after a moment she moved to join the man at the bar. Purple shirt, gray slacks, the man looked like he belonged in the VIP lounge. Ryan doubted the peace officer knew what the man was, or even the danger she might be in… but he did. The operative couldn’t identify the exact kind of creature that sat beside her, but he had hunted enough to know supernatural when he saw it.

    Harker glanced back at Carducci. The Bakkos baby was chatting up another girl at the bar. Based on their body language, he quickly determined the engagement was not work related. Sharp eyes did another sweep of the balcony. Finding nothing of note, Harker rose slowly to his feet and made his way to the bar as well.

    Ryan took the seat beside Raeden, opposite from Kai. As he gripped the barstool he became acutely aware of the woman’s gaze. She interested him, but he always got nervous when talking to beautiful women. He had seen the horrors of war, fought countless battles, faced unspeakable evils, and even now he was surrounded by a thousand threats that could kill him. Yet, in that moment, the little Asian woman sitting beside him, she was the scariest thing in the entire coliseum.

    “I’ll have what she’s having,” Ryan said as he sat down. He looked down at Raeden’s coffee and gave a lighthearted frown. “Working huh?” His ocean blue eyes met hers and he smiled. All the while he remained keenly aware of both were-creatures joining them at the bar.

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  1. Ryan Harker

    Chasing Ghosts

    “Mhm.” The woman leaned back in her seat, dark almond eyes felt like they were trying to see through him. Ryan set his cup down on the counter and plucked the whiskey bottle from the tray provided. The agent flashed his hostess a sly grin. He added a sizeable splash to his coffee, filing the cup to just below the brim. Setting the bottle down, Harker picked up his cup and placed it to his lips. “ARMA business?” Rorye asked as he sipped from the mug. He winced happily and then let out a soft, blissful gasp. The drink was strong, but it wasn’t the coffee. She had already deduced he was from ARMA. She was smart, he would wager clever even. Perhaps she recognized him from around ARMA as well. “Do I need to turn in my decoder ring?” She teased, her tone warmer than her eyes had felt just a moment earlier. “Or, are you here for something else?” The inquiry was inviting. Harker was surprised she had shown such hospitality so close to the day's end. He suppressed his desire to assess her motives, and instead focused on answering her question. “Like I said, business and pleasure are hard to keep separate these days.” Ryan leaned forward on the counter, resting his elbows on its surface. He cupped the coffee in his gloved hands. Ocean blue eyes meeting Rorye’s chocolate hues. “I’m here for two reasons I suppose.” Ryan savored another sip of his coffee, “First, I am here to see if anything new has hit the streets that could be useful to me, or cause problems for ARMA.” He paused for a second. Considering how to phrase his next words. Alistar was dead. ARMA was finally coming to accept this fact. A fact Ryan had come to accept just a couple months after his disappearance. No Soldier goes missing in action for over a year and is found alive. Surely, Roryre had come to this realization as well. Ryan wanted to know how she was handling life but risked opening old wounds. A risk he would take cautiously. Especially, since he still didn’t know the full extent of their relationship. “Second, I came to check on you.”
  2. Ryan Harker

    Begin to Be

    “Father del Santo does not hold confession until the evenings.” Another priest had entered the hall through a side passage. This one was much younger, and he carried stacked boxes of votive candles in his arms. Ryan recognized him from the picture in his file. Rhome Del Santo, rogue assassin of the First Order. “But maybe I can help you.” Del Santo seemed genuinely unbothered by Harker’s appearance at the church. The magus kneeled before the church altar, presenting his back to the Cloak operative. Then, as if in a therapeutic trance, the priest began cleaning the vigil candles. One by one. Ryan could end the rogue’s life before anyone else in the room had a chance to act. His draw from the holster was without match, and at this distance even a novice could aim true. He wondered if Rhome welcomed death, or if he just falsely believed Harker wouldn’t kill him in a house of the Lord. Perhaps the priest was a fanatic. Believing himself an instrument of God, and thus protected from the unrighteous. Or, maybe he was just that arrogant. The ARMA agent glanced back to the elder Vicar. His hand glided along the edge of his coat, sweeping back the garment to reveal the pistol holstered on his right thigh. “Please leave us father, I would like to speak to the priest alone.” Ryan walked forward and seated himself in the pew directly behind the church caretaker. There was an audible “click” as he drew back the hammer on his double action pistol. He rest the weapon on his lap, it’s barrel pointed at the priest, his finger pressed to the now featherlight trigger. The operative spoke calmly, “I’m not from the Order.” He smirked at his own triteness, “and as cliché as it sounds, if I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.” A conversation between two professional killers was about ensue. Such discussions were usually quite civilized… until the killing started.
  3. Ryan Harker

    Begin to Be

    Ryan parked his car on the street to the front of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Polished onyx paint, dark leather interior, matte black accents, the 2010 Dodge Challenger was something of a rarity these days. It was the last year the muscle car was produced before the first Resonance. 5.7 Liter V-8 engine, race track suspension, the machine wasn’t the fastest on the street, but she could certainly hold her own. There were no plates on the car, no vin, no identifying marks on any kind. It was one of several vehicles Harker used for work, but this was his favorite. The sable clad operative emerged from Challenger’s driver side, adjusting his coat before gently closing the car door. Harker was armed with his usual weaponry; Sig 226, portable wards, enchanted blades, and extra magazines of enchanted munitions. He wasn’t looking for a fight today, but considering the type of creature he intended to confront… he was certainly ready for one. Ryan paused for a moment to breathe in the fresh morning air. Then he made his way toward the church. His coat swayed as me strode calmly through the church’s courtyard. His head swiveled as he assessed the environment. The stone around him felt tired, it had seen better days. When he reached the entrance doors, he gripped the handles with worn leather gloves and pulled them open. The ARMA agent stepped into the chapel’s main hall and allowed the doors to slam shut behind him. The bang of metal and wood echoed throughout the corridor. Ryan stood motionless for a short time. An ominous figure standing in the church door’s shadow, he invited the stares that fell upon him. It was not his intent to be hidden. He wanted them to feel his looming presence, he wanted them to be afraid. He was here to send a message. Harker walked purposefully down the church’s center aisle. He had nearly made it to the alter before one of the priests mounted the courage to approach him. “Can I help you my son?” inquired the old cleric, a hint of apprehension in his voice. “I’m here to see father Del Santo,” Ryan’s eyes were piercing and his tone cold. “I need to make a confession.”
  4. Ryan Harker

    Chasing Ghosts

    “Always new and interesting, but never free, even for flattery,” the shopkeeper replied, turning her attention to Ryan. For a moment, he was taken away by her beauty. Even with her hair in a braid and bundled in a comfortable sweater, the fact she wasn’t trying made the allure feel even more genuine. “Of course,” Ryan said with a nod of his head. “Something for business or personal use?” Rorye asked. The woman was acting nonchalant on the surface, but Harker suspected thoughts were racing through her mind. She was almost too at ease with his appearance. It felt like an act. The agent wondered if he was just being paranoid. Always looking beyond the surface. Occasionally, chasing ghosts. Phantoms created by his own pessimism and hyper attention to detail. Ryan braced his hands against the counter and stood up straight, letting out a sigh, “These days it feels hard tell one from the other.” “Coffee?” Rorye picked up her coffee cup and turned away from him. “Its on the house,” she said over her shoulder as she moved toward the café adjoining the store. “Yes please.” Harker waited for her to return. He looked about the store, staying near the counter and making sure to keep the woman in sight. His thoughts wondered. Alistar had been missing for nearly a year. Surely, if Royre had any connection to his disappearance it would have been discovered by now. Fighting past his cynicism, Ryan thought for a moment about the impact the disappearance likely had on her. If they were together, had anyone from ARMA reached out to her? The operative thought back to his time as a Soldier in the United States Army. The vows he and his brothers had made to each other. A promise to look after loved ones, should some of them never make it home. Had anyone done that for Alistar? For her? Ryan gave Royre a gentle smile as she returned to the counter with coffee in hand. “Thank you,” he said taking the cup from her. His curiosity getting the better of him, “It’s Royre, right?”
  5. Ryan Harker

    Chasing Ghosts

    Ryan knew he could go to ARMA for all his supernatural supply needs, but he enjoyed touring the local occult shops throughout the city. Often, he could find intriguing trinkets or amusing charms, and occasionally he stumbled upon items of true magical merit. Another benefit of visiting such establishments was to maintain relationships with the shopkeepers. They were privy to much within the supernatural realm and often overlooked by the major players. Eyes and ears of the magus community can be an invaluable asset for a covert operative. Ryan walked casually into the “Book of Kells,” the bell at the front door chimed excitedly as he crossed the threshold. The hunter’s attire fit naturally in the shop’s mystic ambience. A long black jacket, dark garments, and black boots; all were aged from travel and war. His brown hair was short and kempt, but not clean cut. A days’ worth of scruff still clung to the agent’s face. Blue eyes nonchalantly scanned the business as he made his way to the counter. Harker recognized the beauty behind the counter, though they had only ever spoken in passing. Rorye had been an associate of ARMA’s for some time. Rumor had it she was romantically involved with the faction’s founder before his disappearance. Ryan hadn’t been tasked with finding Alistar, but if he had been, she would be a good place to start. He wondered if ARMA was even keeping tabs on her these days. “Hey gorgeous,” Harker said with a warm smile. He leaned against the front desk as he spoke, crossing his hands one over the other. A familiar face was likely all he was to her. “Anything new or exciting in stock?”
  6. Ryan Harker

    CLASH OF THE TITANS

    The Satyr Stadium was unlike anything else in New York. Harker had been in awe the first time he had visited the venue. The sheer size of the of the arena, the intricate spells woven into its structure, the security measures emplaced; it took a lot of clout to establish something of this magnitude in one of the most prominent cities in the world. Of course, the stadium was owned and operated as a “legitimate” business by the Bakkos criminal syndicate; which made its existence even more impressive. The Satyr Stadium represented a Bakkos foothold in the city, ground that Law Enforcement agencies would likely never take back. Harker strode calmly through the crowd on the pavilions second level. He was draped by a long, black leather coat. Its material swayed naturally with every casual step, but concealed beneath it was an arsenal of weapons designed to combat the supernatural. The ARMA operative’s attire was aged, giving his black undervest, pants, and tactical boots a rugged, less uniform appearance. Before the Resonance such an outfit might have drawn attention, but these days such an ensemble was not uncommon amongst magus, marauders, and the like. Ryan’s blue eyes surveyed the rotunda as he seated himself at a table near the bar. He had no interest in the fight. He was here for work, or that’s what he told himself at least. It had been some time since he had received any specific orders from ARMA leadership. Without a defined task, he was forced to find his own way to contribute to cause. This was a recon mission. The stadium was hosting a hi-profile event. Several of Bakkos’ key players were in attendance. ARMA intelligence also suggested the venue was a likely target for terrorist attack from multiple extremist groups. Harker was at the stadium to see how all the players interacted, and to see which groups might show to reconnoiter the event for their own purposes. Harker leaned back in his seat. A hand donned with a fingerless glove casually rubbed the brown scruff on his chin. He watched as two Bakkos gangsters descended from their VIP lounge to walk amongst the commoners beneath them. One was Matteo Carducci, Bakkos “baby boss” and owner of the Satyr Stadium. He was joined by Thomas Gallo, Bakkos fight champion and owner of another one of the syndicates “legitimate” business fronts. Both gangsters were dangerous men. ARMA was aware of their criminal activity. However, the organization the Bakkos established within the criminal underworld actually reduced crime in New York. So long as they continued to serve that purpose, and didn’t stray too far from the path, they would be safe from ARMA. Out of the corner of his eye Ryan saw a woman who appeared to be assessing the venues security. A ball cap hid her face, but the jacket and jeans she wore did little to hide her slender figure. She was an attractive woman. She tried to look inconspicuous, but she loitered near doors and entrances, seemingly to check if they were secure. She wasn’t Bakkos security. Her casual dress was far too relaxed for their “professional” standards. When Ryan finally caught a peek from under the brim of her hat, her face seemed familiar. After a moment he recognized her as an NYPD officer, maybe from the 10th precinct but he wasn’t certain. The Arma operative had seen her around more than once, back when he worked for the department. A man came through one of the pavilion doors quite suddenly, nearly knocking the poor girl down. Harker ginned lightly. Words were exchanged between the two and the man walked away. At first Harker thought nothing of it. There was nothing extraordinary about the man initially. However, as he pressed through the crowd he moved with a purpose. The man made a straight line for the bar, his eyes trained on the bartender standing behind it. Again, this by itself was nothing extraordinary. The man glided across a balcony full of cheering fans, without slowing down, and without so much as brushing into another person. To a trained observer like Harker, that was extraordinary. This appeared to catch the attention of the cop as well. Because after a moment she moved to join the man at the bar. Purple shirt, gray slacks, the man looked like he belonged in the VIP lounge. Ryan doubted the peace officer knew what the man was, or even the danger she might be in… but he did. The operative couldn’t identify the exact kind of creature that sat beside her, but he had hunted enough to know supernatural when he saw it. Harker glanced back at Carducci. The Bakkos baby was chatting up another girl at the bar. Based on their body language, he quickly determined the engagement was not work related. Sharp eyes did another sweep of the balcony. Finding nothing of note, Harker rose slowly to his feet and made his way to the bar. It seemed like the place to be. Ryan took the seat beside Raeden, opposite from Kai. As he gripped the barstool he became acutely aware of the woman’s gaze. She interested him, but he always got nervous when talking to beautiful women. He had seen the horrors of war, fought countless battles, faced unspeakable evils, and even now he was surrounded by a thousand threats that could kill him. Yet, in that moment, the little Asian woman sitting beside him, she was the scariest thing in the entire coliseum. “I’ll have what she’s having,” Ryan said as he sat down. He looked down at Raeden’s coffee and gave a lighthearted frown. “Working huh?” His ocean blue eyes met hers and he smiled. All the while he remained keenly aware of both were-creatures joining them at the bar.
  7. Ryan Harker

    An Introduction

    Hey again! I have updated my profile information to reflect my character I am submitting for approval. An FYI for whoever is Zeph's back up approver. That ARMA history shouldn't conflict with my character at all. Though it will probably make him one of their darker agents, operating on the fringe of what is considered "acceptable". At least if they are as conservative as you mentioned. Don't get me wrong Ryan is definitely a guy who doesn't want to kill if he doesn't have to... but once he decides it has to be done, he doesn't hesitate. I didn't specify too much in his profile exactly what he did during the war, but still explained his role in the ARMA / OFL cold war. Understanding now where the factions currently stand shouldn't effect my characters past, but definitely his future. Thanks! I will read your profile and PM if I have more questions.
  8. Ryan Harker

    An Introduction

    Hey Tabs! I am still working on getting Discord up and working... I used it years ago, so its giving me issues with my account now. Anyway, I had a similar understanding of the ARMA / OFL relationship, except I viewed it as more of a Cold War style of truce. While publicly and in part operationally, there is an armistice, a covert Cold War still exists. This war is not by any means the top priority of ARMA. However, it still exists and its primarily the Cloak Division that maintains this front, while simultaneously carrying out missions in support of ARMA's other priorities. I figure the activity of the Cold War has reduced significantly, but probing and espionage still takes place as the two competing factions keep each other "honest." If this works into your plans for the faction, let me know. If not, I can make the minor adjustments to my character, shouldn't be any issues. I am excited to be part of the vision you have for ARMA. Looking forward to working with you. Respectfully, Harker
  9. Ryan Harker

    An Introduction

    Hello All! I have been around Resonance (Twenty Thirteen, The Shift, Resonance) on and off for possibly 10 years now, based on the date of some of my older profiles. I had a good run in the beginning, great stories and role-plays, but real life sucks and I never had a chance to dive back into it. That said, I am in the Army and currently deployed (cant say where or what I am doing). The work I am doing though, unless I am on mission I have some down time. I was thinking of things I used to enjoy doing to keep me occupied, and I managed to find you guys! I am very excited to be here and I am looking to rping with you all. Creating some great plots, good story depth, and good inter-character relationships. Also, hope to become friends with you guys even OOC, if time permits. I'm on the other side of the world, so the time difference can be weird. Anyway, my new profile has already been posted. Once I am approved and fleshed out my avatar, I intend to be fairly active (weekly posts unless I'm on mission) for at least the next year. My character is a human (slightly altered) ARMA Cloak Operative. Mid 30's male with over a decade of warfighting experience, who specializes in killing First Order mages, but also hunts other "evil" Supernatural creatures for ARMA. Good Supernaturals have no need to fear him. I am open to all kinds of plots fights, friends, rivals, enemies, romance... I plan to post in the open "Clash of Titans" thread soon I hope. I am reading up on everyone's characters in the mean time. Looking forward to rping with you all! Respectfully, Harker

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