Cry on little sister... Thou shalt be saved.

The year was 1987 and standing on the ledge of a building looking over a mostly vacant parking lot in the heart of Seattle Washington was a great with wisdom protector, an vigilante of the cape an cowl verity, impartial in his submission to the laws of mankind.

"That is not the dress attire to wearing in these parts." the stoic figure perched above mumbles to himself as he watches a young woman twenty-something make her way across the parking lot bellow, she is dressed in his own over critical and mature opinion likened to that of a common verity street walker. He notices the few lingering scumbags as the hone in on the potential victim of their wanton needs and desires. The wolves are out tonight and a helpless sheep as found herself alone in the wrong valley... Luckily for the sheep a shepherd is keeping a watchful eye on his flock.

The very same watchful eyes that squint with anger when he sees one of the wolves pullout a switchblade as he chuckles to his buddy and unzips the fly of his pants, making obscene body gestures. Horatio knows where this was going, hell he knew before it was spelled out plainly for him. He just hates always being right is all... Could the scum bags let him down every once in a while and actually not be so disgusting. No that is asking far to much from these vermin.

The next few moments are caked with massive amounts of adrenaline as Horatio leaps from his perch, extending his arms into a cross and using a current of air combined with extreme force to propel him outwards. The structure of his advanced armored stealth suit has arm gliders built in that wisp his body safely through the cool nights sky and place him on his feet again softly. The padded souls of his boots meet the pavement in a whisper, the special material used to craft them absorbs the effects of the impact outright.

His line of vision is flawless as his super enhanced senses that are more liken to that of wild animals then that of mankind, all five senses are receptive to even the most minuscule changes in his environment. So it is with no surprise when the next few seconds play out in real life the exact way that they played out in theory in thousands of different ways only moments ago.

Horrific brilliance is the only thing that sums up correctly what these men play privy to witness as they are quickly and silently dissected by the masterful hands of a the highly skilled masterfully trained champion of the peace. Not the peace that the masses whine about mind up... The irrefutable kind of peace that only comes with men and women taking action and changing the world around them with force by first changing themselves into something better... Something more then human, for to be human at least in theory is flawed and doomed to fail from the start. At least that is the perspective of the mad genius titan that strikes fear into the hearts of injustice.

The Purist was born.


HL-00-A Amillia

HL-00-A Amillia

HL-00-A Amillia (aka Amillia) was born from the A.I. system he designed for his Spartan mobile suit. The A.I. system itself was based off of the brainwave patterns of his now deceased beloved Amillia... It took Horatio decades to finally find a way to bring his mortal love back from the clutches of death. Horatio himself is an Immortal humanoid... When last lover Amillia finally died from old age a few decades back, the woman whom he viewed as his one and only true love. He was devastated. Horatio swore he would find a way to bring her back... It took a few decades, but his hard work has finally paid off. Once Horatio was satisfied that the experiment to transfer Amillia's brainwaves over to a highly advanced A.I. was a success. He already had the next steps in place.

Android technology implicated to a superhuman level of application. A perfect duplication of his Amillia at her prime, her favorite age of 23 years old. Horatio then transferred the brainwaves over to the cyber-brain implanted into the advanced ultra real synthetic android body. Amillia would now be more human then human, and just as if not even more so as Immortal as he himself. He would never feel the pain of losing her again.

Amillia's Physical Stats

Height: 4'9"

Weight: 200lbs (Excessive weight due to ultra durable skeletal frame.)

Hair: Golden Brown.

Eyes: Sky Blue.

Skin: Pale white with rose colored cheeks and lips.

Superhuman Attributes

  • Enhanced strength (10 Tons)
  • Enhanced agility (Spider-Man)
  • Enhanced durability (Luke Cage)
  • Enhanced speed (Can Sprint at speeds up to 45 mph)
  • Enhanced sensories (Superhuman senses all five of them.)
  • Enhanced balance (Perfect sense of balance.)


HL-00MS Spartan

HL-00MS Spartan

The HL-00MS Spartan (aka The Spartan) is the first mobile suit fabricated by Horatio LeCroix. Horatio has always been a Navel man down to his soul, but what is a Navy without an Air force backing it... Thus his dream has come to life in the form of a fully functional mobile suit.

Technology and combat characteristics

Designed by Horatio LeCroix, the Spartan is a well rounded unit featuring both long range and melee weapons, and also a heavy armor coupled with high power boosters.


  • Rail Gun: A large shell firing weapon fitted onto the Spartan, its extreme length and power give this weapon enormous range and accuracy. While certainly more primitive than a beam weapon, the Spartan uses this weapon to great effect.
  • Plasma Saber: The plasma saber is a small cylindrical device held in the mobile suit's hands when operated and is powered by an energy capacitor that is recharged from special racks. The plasma saber is capable of cutting through any metal that has not been treated with anti-beam coating. The Spartan is equipped with a pair of plasma saber's stored in a recharge rack located in the shield.
  • Shield: The shield is a thick sheet of armor designed to take severe punishment that would normally destroy a mobile suit. Since the introduction of beam weaponry, shields have been treated with an anti-beam coating allowing it to withstand several beam shots before the coating wears off. Typically physical shields can only take so much damage before they succumb to the pressure and break. A shield can be equipped to either arm of the Spartan in order to increase defense against both beam and physical attacks.
  • Missile Pod: A ten shot missile pod can be optionally mounted on the Spartans shield. This missile pod is used for anti-mobile suit and anti-ship combat. While effective against heavy-armored enemies, the missile pod caries fairly little ammunition.
  • Plasma Lance: As its name implies, the plasma Lance uses thermal energy to heat the lance to super-high temperatures which allows the lance to penetrate the armor of other mobile weapons. Moreover, like a human-sized lance, the plasma lance can increase its damage capabilities when combined with thrust applied by a mobile suit. Due to the fact that the heat lance possesses inferior penetration abilities of a beam saber and is unwieldy, the pilot is required to be more precise when attacking with the plasma lance.

General Characteristics

Overall Height: 20.3 Meters.

Standard Weight: 10.2 Metric Tons.

Power-Plant: Ultra-compact Fusion Reactor.

Pilot Accommodations: Pilot only, in standard cockpit located in the torso.

Armor: Adamantium.


The strange things I have seen. # 1.

It was a celebration, and a decent one at that. All the friends and families were present... Not mine mind you, but Walters. Walter Edmond Portmyer, a dear old friend, a master in the departments of occultism. In honest... I didn't know much about Walters past other then the fact that he had helped me many of times by looking into old books, or transcribing ancient manuscripts for me in my own times of need. But here and now I sat in honor of the great elderly man I have called a friend for many years. It is a celebration of his life and his many accomplishments, for now Walter was to be retired. He was retiring from his professional business, so that he could live out his last years at home with his dear wife Margret.

I showed up early and planned on staying until the last few left, for I respected this mortal man more then many could even understand. I was dressed in a black tuxedo and had brought him tickets to the opera, a favorite activity of Margret's. The meal was rather good as well, and I can remember looking at the table placement beforehand as well, it was all real silver. A fitting end to such a wonderful professional career, his shop was to be passed down to his nephew Roger I do believe... Anyhow the evening went on as people made speeches and gave gifts to Edmond and his family, and all could both see and feel the love and respect in the room itself.

Then towards the end of the night a young man walked into the room and sat down at the now empty table nearest the door. He had a very shabby demeanor to him, and was scowling. He was also acting both vulgar and chaotic, it was not how I wanted Walters night to be remembered so I was going to see to it personally that this young punk was removed, from the otherwise pleasant affair. But just as I went to get up, Walter had made his way behind me and set his hand on my shoulder, as a way of saying. "No... That won't be necessary." so I sat back down and tried to get comfortable again. A factor that was made impossible by this young idiot of a man.

Walter finally decides to approach the youthful swine as he does the mans eyes become crazed with fear and anger. Walter could sense something was very wrong with this young man, and wanted to have him leave of his own freewill. "Please leave." Walter put it plainly. The young man growled as he looked closer at Walter and he saw something, that I never had before. Walter had a tattoo. A tiny, hidden tattoo, behind his left ear on the uppermost part of his neck. The symbol of the hunter. A vampire hunter to be more specific about it, had I known any of this however? No I had not... Not until tonight that is.

The young man explodes into a ball of rage as his body begins to physically alter. He grows in mass exponentially, as thick dark fur starts to also sprout out of the stranger as well. A werewolf. Walters face was utter shock, but not a trace of panic. He quickly... More quickly then any would expect a man his age to move, leaped back across the room and grabbed a silver spoon from the table before him. The werewolf growled and laughed at the spoon, as his mighty and long ape like arms shredded the table before himself. The two stared deeply into thee others eyes, as they both started to form their next course of action. The werewolf wanted Walter dead for some unknown reasons, and Walter had never even met a werewolf before, but he knew that look in the beasts eyes, and he knew it well.

I can't explain it but I had an overwhelming feeling come over me that told me to just watch, not to interfere. So I listened to my gutt reaction, and I stayed as stone in my chair, watching with great interest. The creature acted first, he leapt forward with his mighty claws outstretched aimed to tear away at Walters soft and fleshy body. But Walter did not flinch, instead he hurled the now slightly bent silver spoon at the werewolf, at his chest. The spoon struck true, and incredibly hard to boot. It blew a huge whole out of the center of the monsters chest, and an even larger one out his back. The creature fell dead to the floor, before he was even able to lay a single claw of Walter or Margret.

The old hunter sat down next to his wife, and they both looked like they were shocked, but nothing more. Like it was a surprise, but nothing new to them. The other guests were in complete terror, all except for myself. I was shocked and confused to be honest, I had known Walter for over forty-five years and had never truly known the man it now seems. I slowly gathered my things, and helped Margret and Walter out the door as I was now sure the evening was officially cut short. I shook Walters hand and kissed Margret's cheek. Then made my walk along the cold empty streets as I heard the police sirens coming from the distance. "Just another Thursday night." I heard Walter say as I was about ten yards away. I chuckled.


An admirable adversary.

It is in the early hours of twilight that I write these collection of thoughts. Even my endless cup sometimes needs to be at least correctly focused, and I have learned keeping a journal can do wonders in that regard. Burning my midnight oil has become a monthly ritual, and I have worked up quite the collection since my rebirth as a way to convey my current state of being...

Patrol last night was almost completely uneventful. I say almost because towards the very end of my patrol, I had happened to stumble into a warehouse. And as I had fully entered the warehouse it had struck me as strange due to the scent of gasoline in the air, these warehouse was one I had traveled past many nights and had never noticed the smell before last night. It was not a faint smell, it was very obvious. I decided to have a quick look, seeing as there was no smoke, and no sign of fire. Perhaps I could prevent a disaster before it even occurred.

Upon entering further into this structure a strange sense came over me, a sense that I have come to trust in over the years. It was the sense that I had experienced these same sights, sounds, and smells before. A past life... In fact it had been almost a hundred years now to the date, when I last experienced these same sensations. Edward James Krasus, aka The Englishmen, was back in town. An Immortal like myself, but unlike myself Edward has walked the path of a warrior for over seven centuries and is a remarkable hunter. Edward has the uncanny gift of getting inside his preys very mind and being able to predict their path. It has made him a very dangerous rival of mine for a great many years.

The scene was horrific when I had finally found the stage of his latest hunt, the group of hired muscle never stood a chance. All of their throats had been cut cleanly from ear to ear, Edwards calling card so to say. He always strikes from the shadows and he never leaves any alive. These men where just in the way of his actual target however, I entered the main office room to find a headless body. Was it another Immortal? It's to late to tell now. Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn't. Edward is a known head collector, he doesn't just cut off his targets head, he keeps it. He puts them on display as a hunter would an elk or deer.

No sign of Edward however, I had just missed him by am hour by the looks of the bodies. The gas was spilled all over all over the headless mans desk, it seems that Edward had stopped the man before he was able to start a fire. I decided to take a look at the contents of the desk itself and there did not seem to be anything worth destroying, so it must have had to been a random event, perhaps for an insurance policy. Without the extra details however, I am just making guesses. All that I know is that I may have a date with destiny soon.


Nemesis Enforcer (Horatio's Nest)

The Nemesis Enforcer is a mobile-base. It travels well below sea level, both by land and by sea. For the mobile station is built like a submersible as well as a tank, and has a highly advanced weapons system built into its Hull. A Supercomputer Mega brain controls the defense system as well as the constant driving, keeping the base always in motion. Never allowing it to be detected by radar for more then a few minutes at a time, before it vanishes into the murky depths of the sea. This Mega-station is built to withstand incredible amounts of presser, internal and external. The outer appearance of the base itself is nothing short of horrifying, as it resembles a giant mechanical squid.

While the inside resembles all that which a Mega-Base is supposed to invoke. Inside the massive Hull is an entire Base, which houses Horatio and his henchmen, and has enough room to spare for anywhere up to six more large families of people. The ship also has many farming areas to keep fresh provisions, as well as the large Fresh-Water tank system, and many other facilities as well. Including but not limited to:

  • Professional fitness lab. (Gym.)
  • Briefing Area. (Team Meeting Room.)
  • Captains Quarters, Hull-room (Observation Deck.)
  • Park Area. (Bio-Dome.)
  • Science and research lab. (Horatio's Study.)
  • Clubhouse. (Bar.)
  • Entertainment Station. (Games and entertainment, including a Movie Theater, day spa, and Tattoo parlor.)
  • Danger Room. (Like in X-Men.)
  • Advanced Prison Holding Area.
  • 5 Star Restaurant.
  • Housing Units.

Now Open to Team Members.


  • This Thread is primarily for interaction and character development between Team members but anyone is welcome. As long as you have a reason for being there.
  • The Thread is set in and around the Harbingers Base of Operations.
  • Under no circumstances can you destroy the base. Ever.
  • Have Fun. Or Else.