The Inn (v. 2.0)

Name(former)/serial number: Roland Mullen/uppuyPcb or "Uppuy" for those outside the DSC
Age: 29 (Modified at eight years of age)
Sex: Male
Former species/current designation: Human/DSC series IV "Enforcer"

Description: 5'6", thin exoskeleton over skin in place of hair, keeps a suit of DSC standard issue armor consisting of lead trauma plates and drider silk on at all times. A ceramic ballistic mask is kept on as well most of the time, having holes for all seven eyes. His eyes are a bit asymmetric in arrangement, and pale in appearance despite his sight being decent. Once the mask is removed, it is obvious the lower jaw splits vertically, lined with two or three rows of teeth.

Species origin: The Drakońskie Security Coalition's latest attempt at creating shock troops through both magical and scientific means, the IV series procedure has shown the most consistency with biological and psychological changes to human subjects, though subjects under 10 are required to be used for the survival rate of the procedure to stay above 90% due to them being able to cope with the changes biologically.

Background: Kidnapped around the time he was eight, Roland was easily wiped away mentally and conditioned during the year-long "Enforcer" creation procedure, stripped of name and memory, as well as trained until he was 18, he would be shipped off to a conflict within the world of Aral, a realm with steampunk level technology, and a history of magic. When initially arriving here, which possibly was a cosmic accident, he had sustained a gunshot wound to the chest, and could barely speak English, defaulting to a system of insectoid clicks and chirps. He mistook this place for a sort of heaven or final resting place and has refused to leave ever since.


 Emblem of the DSC, shown on arm bands on either side of his armor

Name: Justin Case

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Background: "Pshhhh, you. Yeah, you, over here!" A high pitched scratchy voice beckoned you over to the dark and grimy alleyway next to the bustling dive bar where you had been told to meet your informant. You side-step a few drunken brawlers as you enter the alley way with a grimace, making a silent promise to punch Jackson once you return back to the station, handling informants in the underground was his duty. The short creature, a goblin if the long green nose was anything to go by, immediately went into a spiel "Ah, welcome Enforcer! My apologies for such a dreary meeting venue, but the barkeep has it out for me. I tell ya, an honest goblin like myself misses one payment (maybe five)  and suddenly your banned can yo-." 

You shake your head and remind the goblin why your here. The goblin seems frazzled at your abruptness, but soon recovers "Sorry Enforcer, I don't wanna waste the time of Trema's finest. You wanted facts on that scheming no good Justin Case and I shall deliver!". You roll your eyes and gesture for the vile creature to continue. 

"Ok, so this is all that I know Enforcer person! Case serves as the mastermind and spymaster for 'Whisper' the international crime syndicate that has been plaquing Trema and you Enforcer types for the better part of two decades. He has made a comfortable living off of discovering and selling dirty secrets that holds the power to destroy or make men. He also has his hands in the cookie jar of the elite, word in the underground says that he has multiple deals with even the six noble houses, not that anything can be proven of course." You scoff for this information is already widely known, the goblin panicks and quickly adds "I also called in some favors and found out that he came from a good upbringing, loving family, wealthy life, all that good shite that we less fortunate folk can only dream off. There wasn't any tragic stuff that could explain the whole supervillain shtick that I could find and trust me, I sta... I mean asked a lot of folks for this info. Best that I can tell was that the bloke was bored, kinda crappy reason to start a massive crime syndicate if ya ask me, but I don't make the facts just report them"

You nod and toss the bag of coins onto the dirt as you walk away. The goblin sprung at the bag and greedily started to grab at the spilled coins that fell, giving out a brisk "Nice doing business with ya!" at your retreating figure. You frown as you leave the shady spot, it looks like this was a bust as well. Did nobody have actionable info on the blight of Trema!? You resolve to return back to the station to report the 'information' you got then return home to get drunk, maybe then tonight won't be a total waste of time. 

Description: Case stands at 5' 10'' and has dark green eyes with brown hair. He normally wears whatever outfit fits his environment so he can best blend in, but he does prefer a two-piece blue suit that goes excellently with black dress shoes and a gold timepiece he keeps in his pocket. He carries a sword-cane that also functions as a gun. In addition, he also wears a thin bullet proof vest that he wears even to bed. He has no visible scars as well as no visible tattoos, he is entirely forgettable, and that is by design.

Not a problem at all! Whatever works for you!

thinking of the enemy type being in squads of five and led by a commander similar to Warhammer 40K's commissars

Haha, I guess I'm basic like that xD

I love the Istosi, though! That's some interesting lore. Can't wait for this one to start up.

"Name? Well seeing as you're the first person to ask me in a while, it's Renrek Bocaj… I think… It's been a while."

"Age? Oh let's see yesterday I was Fifty, last Tuesday I was seven hundred, tomorrow I think I'm scheduled to be sixty seven or twenty three I haven't decided yet."

"Race? Well I've been human for a bit which kinda sucks. Im hoping when I kick the bucket I'll be something cool like an orc or a horse. I swear if I come back as a skaven I'll be so damn mad."

"Sex? Hell yeah, haha no. I wouldn't sleep with me either. Judging by the dangling thing in my pants I am a man. But I gotta tell ya when I was a witch after a spell went wrong things were way more fun."

"What am I? Well first of all the best answer is what Haven't I been. What I am is a wizard, I've been a wizard for most of my lifetimes, or at least magically inclined. I gotta tell you being a wizard, while also being a single celled organism is probably the most fun you could have until evolution starts to rip the fun out of everything. Being a wizard allows me to peer into my past lives, alternative timelines and even different realities both future and past, and I've gotta say it's really depressing. Like wow is it really that bad and it's worse than that."

"Of course I know you'll ask 'but if your this powerful wizard how come I've never heard of you before?' and that's because those bastards stole all the credit, Gandalf, Dumbledore, Merlin, Leonard, freaking Tim the enchanter! All stole my credit and didn't even thank me! You know Saruman? He wouldn't even have that stupid orb he ponders all the time if I didn't tell him about it! And you know what I get? NOTHING! No books, no movies or limericks, I don't even get a tv Cameo and the worst part is they don't even invite me to the wizards gathering on quasar 9 unless I bartend. Such bullcrap… oh sorry I got a little carried away there for a minute. What I like to do is come to these in-between areas and just relax, ya know? Like there's no stress here, there's no 'oh great Renrek King Arthur's son is dying you must save him…' again… cause hes so freaking stupid… anyways here my entry fee, trust me it's real gold this time. I'm gonna take a seat. Thanks for all the questions you inquisitive brat."