Trials at Sea - Renegade Chronicles

Private Island off the coast of Marseilles

The private island home of Dr. Jacques Beauregard was heavily secured, one of the best that Mackenzie had ever come across. Casing it had been a challenge and securing a position on the wait staff for his illustrious get-together of the top minds in science even moreso. After four weeks of recon and building up an identity, Renegade had finagled a way in.

Cristal champagne was served in elegant flutes as the waitresses inconspicuously weaved in and out of the thronging crowd. All gathered in the lavishly decorated ballroom of the Beauregard Chateau, it was a veritable who's who of the cutting edge scientific community - the portion that took it upon themselves to design the weapons that people only thought up in nightmares.

The antique chandeliers cast warm light down on the blonde currently going by Elodie Durant, the newest in the reliable secure service that had been hired on to cater the event. The petite blonde Renegade effortlessly traversed in and out of the guests in the five inch Prada heels she had been instructed to wear as part of her uniform.

A menial position such as staff allowed her to come and go freely and without scrutiny. The target tonight was Dr. Beauregard himself. According to all information coming in, he was at the brink of finishing development on an as-yet-unnamed weapon that caused people to burn from the inside out. A test launch of the prototype had been conducted in Munich last week and it was safe to say that nobody wanted this going up for sale on the Black Market.

The disc with the 'blueprints' and all of his research was reported to be kept on his body at all times and the research lab was located on this private island, deep beneath the luxurious chateau that he'd constructed with ill-earned funds.

Glass tinkled against glass as self-congratulatory toasts were made and little Elodie wandered around unnoticed. It was she she saw Jacques slip out of the room in a rushed manner that she followed. Placing the tray she'd been carrying on a banquet table, she slid the apron off and followed, the shoes silent on the floor as she was precise in how she distributed her weight.

The fit 50-something doctor made a beeline for his private office up on the third floor. It was no challenge for Renegade to bypass the security measures that allowed her enough of a span to slip past unnoticed for the most part. All any cameras would see is a staff member who'd lost her way in the large chateau.

In the private family quarters now, she pressed one of her earrings, converting it into a comm system that tied her into Prophet, the seemingly all-knowing font of information who also happened to be one of her dearest friends. From this point forward, if there were any security breaches that showed up on the security hub screens, Renegade would have forewarning of it.

Standing in front of the door to the heavily secured private study, she picked off the heel of her shoes, converting them to flats. Pressing the indented button on the end of one stiletto heel, the small object converted into an electronic lockpick. After inserting it into the security panel, it was mere seconds before the door opened, allowing her access.

Ensconced inside the office was Jacques, typing frantically at the computer on his desk, the disk with all of the vital information gleaning softly underneath the light of the Tiffany Co. stained glass lamp on his desk.

"This area is restricted to family only!" The crisp French accent fell on unsympathetic ears as he spoke his native language. Slowly shutting the door behind her, Mackenzie walked over to the desk, nonplussed as he pulled a gun from a hidden compartment beneath it.

Holding her hands up indicating that she was unarmed, her body language slid into the scared, apologetic semblance of somebody who had accidentally overstepped their bounds. Allowing her to move closer to the desk in an unimposing manner. Her eyes darted from the disk to him as he took notice of how she was moving.

Instinctively, she ducked down below the level of the desk as he pulled the gun out and shot at her, Taking cover behind one of the couches, she slid a perfectly balanced throwing knife from her garter. Taking one momentary peek from around the couch, she threw it and made no noise as it cut through his hand, pinning it down to the desk.

A loud cry of pain echoed through the room. With split second precision, Ren was around the couch and standing in front of the desk. Leaning forward she plucked the gun from his hand just as the door crashed open. From their bedroom just down the hall, his wife who was supposed to be on bed rest after a tumultuous delivery must have heard the raucous noise.

"Jacques...?" The statuesque brunette beauty opened the door, her silk nightgown and robe covered her pale frame. Mackenzie grimaced, knowing that things had just gotten a lot more complicated. A steady hand held a compact handgun with a pearl grip handle aimed directly at Mackenzie's forehead. "Back away from my husband, this moment."

Mackenzie stood in front of the gun on the desk, blocking it from the wife's view. "Are you aware of what he's done, Marie? Do you know what monstrosities he has released upon the Earth of what acts of war he plans to help others perpetrate?"

"Non, non." She refused shaking her head slightly. Jacques moved miinutely behind Ren and she eyed him out of her peripheral vision.

"Do not move again." He stilled within a second's notice. "Marie, has he told you about Project Inferno?" There was a look in the other woman's eye that let her knew she was on the right path. "It's a bio-weapon, one that will be sold off to the highest bidder"

"No...no, he would never...he's a doctor!"

"Think, Marie. Concerning phone calls. Late night disappearances. You probably thought he was having an affair...but he was just conducting nefarious business dealings, deadly ones." It was clear that she was getting through to her as her brow furrowed. "Munich last week. That was one of the trial runs."

A black cloud settled over the stunning woman's face as anger filled her visage. Jacques began to move again, attempting to remove the dagger that still speared his hand. This time it was Marie that ordered him silent as she shifted the focus of the weapon from Renegade to her injured husband, resulting in all eyes in the room going wide.

"You received a call from Mark directly after that attack but before it had made the broadcasts..." It was clear that everything else was settling in her mind, puzzle pieces that were finally coming together and making sense.

"Marie." Mac spoke her name softly, calling attention back to herself. "You need to leave. Take your daughter, take the cash he has socked away and go make a new life for yourself. Stay far away from his contacts and colleagues. Change your appearance, change your name, change every habit you've ever formed." There was no reason his wife or newborn child should have to pay for his sins - or bear witness to his reparations - when there was any other way.

The woman slowly left the room, pain and betrayal in her eyes as she did so. "NO! Mon amour, no! Je t'aime, Marie, je t'aime." He begged for her, for her strength as she turned her back and shut the door.

"You're a despicable piece of sh!t, Beauregard." He looked up at Renegade as she placed the flats of her palms down on the desk and smiled grimly at him. She'd take no pleasure...okay perhaps a little....in what came next.

Retrieving the disk, she slipped it into the small leather pouch on her hip. It was the only one in existence. He wasn't foolish enough to keep a backup that somebody other than himself could get their hands on. "Please don't kill me...I can give you anything you want, riches beyond your belief, the name of any contacts, your own private island. Whatever you want, its yours!"

Casually holding the gun, Ren stood up and cocked one hip to the side, painting a pondering expression on her face. Staying silent for several moments, the tricky emotion known as hope began to trickle through on his features. It was a cruel game she played with him, but one that gave her more satisfaction than she would ever admit.

"Do you have the ability to magically bring the dead of Munich back to life?"

She could see the thoughts flash through behind his eyes. "I could find a way...there are dark magicks..." That right there told her everything she needed to know. Not as if she were going to offer him an out in the first place, but this redeemed it a bit in her eyes. He would never change, he would always be opportunistic scum and the world would be better off with his death.

Bringing the gun up, she took aim as he remained seated at his desk, the knife still through his hands. Her finger clamped down on the trigger and it was over before he knew it. Two shots point blank to his forehead.

It took a mere ten minutes to 'clean' the office and remove all trace of her ever having been there while Prophet went in and manipulated the surveillance footage to make it appear as if she had never left her station downstairs.

The cool night air whipped her hair across her face as she stood on an outcropping of rock, awaiting the boat that would be her transport back to the main body of the country. Gracefully slipping onto the sleek watercraft, Mackenzie hunkered down in the back, protecting herself against the spray from the water.

"Did you complete your mission without issue?" The French-accented voice that belonged to Prophet came through in the comm that she'd left in her ear.

"You know that it did."

"You know that's not what I meant." Despite their working relationship, a relationship mired in secrecy, the two women were close friends, perhaps best friends. Prophet, whose real identity was one of the illustrious Knightfalls, was asking a different kind of question, inquiring to Renegade's state of mind.

"He deserved death. The world is a safer place without him." Standing up she moved up to the bow of the boat. The wind pushed her hair out of her face as she stared up at the night sky. Venus was bright in the sky providing nearly as much illumination as the moonlight and making it safe for them to clear the waters without any non-natural light. "I have no qualms with what I did." And it was truly as simple as that.

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This'll be an RPG/CV writing to-do list for my own personal use, updated whenever I can be arsed to complete/add something.

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  • Renegade blog post
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Renegade Bio - Last World Version

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Mackenzie O'Rourke

Alias: Renegade

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Date of birth: December 25

Place of birth: Boston, Massachusetts

Nationality: American, Irish

Height: 5' 3"

Weight: 124 lbs

Eye color: Purple

Hair color: Red (naturally), ranges from blonde to black for missions.

Occupation: Renegade assassin...loosely termed a mercenary threat

Family: Father (Gregory O'Rourke - 53), Mother (Grace O'Rourke - 51), Brothers (Casey - 28, Tristan - 26, Killian - 24)

Identity: Nonexistent. According to all government records Mackenzie Alana O'Rourke died on the night of her high school graduation at the age of 18.

Sexuality: Straight for the most part

Marital Status: Single

SPECIES INFORMATION

Species: Mutant

Age: 23

MENTAL INFORMATION

Personality: Playful if you catch her in the right mood, cautious with dispersal of information, borderline paranoid about people recognizing her. She has a quiet confidence about herself and is extremely slow to trust. She's always been on the outside of things, a loose canon, a rebel. She stays to the shadows and tends to mostly keep to herself. Once she's let you in (which is a monumental feat) you're good forever and she will give anything to protect you.

Weaknesses: Powers-related: She has only slightly above normal human durability, so egregious injuries will still harm her. Enhanced senses allow her to easily track things, but they can also be taken advantage of. Mental/Emotions-related: Mac doesn't really open up emotionally to anybody and in most cases if she appears to, it's a facade. However if she does open up to you, she's relatively easy to hurt. Of course the risk of that is that she'll come after you with a vengeance.

Strengths: An incredibly innovative fighting style that mixes limited precognition with a vast array of combat techniques.

POWERS, ABILITIES AND EQUIPMENT

Powers

· Limited precognition: As part of her mutation, Mac is able to see limited bursts into the future, ranging no more than ten minutes and for a duration that is usually no longer than 5-10 seconds. These visions are able to be controlled to a degree and through years of discipline and combat testing, she's managed to integrate them into her fighting style, allowing her to occasionally glance her opponent's next move.

· Photographic reflexes: Once Mac has seen a move or skill performed, she can perform it again just as well herself. The only thing that limits this ability are her own physical limitations.

· Enhanced stats: Enhanced hearing - With a finely attuned auditory sense, Mac is able to pick up on sounds from up to several hundred yards away as if they were standing next to her and talking clearly in her ear. This ability varies due to circumstances, as do they all. Enhanced sense of smell - Able to memorize and pick up scents clearly and individually within a crowded room and in the midst of other stimuli, this makes Mac an incredible tracker.

Abilities

· Adaptability: Due to a quick mind and years of training, Mac has spot on instincts and an uncanny ability to adapt to any situation that she's put in and improvise off the cuff.

Weapons expert/adept: Over the course of time, she was trained to proficient/adept skill on many weapons. Her weapons of choice are throwing knives, bow and arrow, and a high-tech gun with a multitude of different ammo.

· (Urban) Camouflage: Tying in with her subterfuge skills, she has become incredibly skilled with disguises (including but not limited to wigs, contacts and accents) and effortlessly blending into a crowd.

· Unarmed combat/martial arts:Proficient in Krav Maga, Judo, Tae Kwan Do and skilled with holds and grapples as well as Special Forces training, Mackenzie has managed to blend her precognition with her formidable hand to hand combat training to develop her entirely own style, unpredictable and unknown to all but her.

· Tech Savvy: Among her natural skill set is the ability to quickly pick up something that she's put her mind to. With a natural affinity for technology, Mackenzie has found ample jobs and missions on which to test these skills. Her specialties lay with hacking, something which is second nature to her, and with designing weapons and security systems. Two of the weapons that she carries are of her own creation and engineering. To her, code is viewed simply as another language that she excels at and luckily for her, nothing is beyond her imagination.

Equipment

· Kiss of Death - Two wrist mounts that vary in size (anything as innocuous as a bracelet to something as heavy as a wrist gauntlet, this weapon was designed specifically by Mackenzie for herself. It has various abilities and functions, chief among them the ability to read somebody's bio signature and store it in a database and read that same signature and stun them accordingly to their own biology. Stun can impact from anything as light as static electricity to something strong enough to give you abnormal heart rate, as well as a heart attack.

· Bow and arrows - A state of the art bow, this is used in lieu of a sniper rifle in occasions that call for range. Designed by Mac with a targeting system that was built to perfectly compliment her own keen abilities, this is one of the deadliest weapons she owns. It is accompanied by a plethora of arrows with various designations.

· Throwing knives - A set of perfectly waited throwing knives which are usually hidden in various spots on her person and on her in at least one location at all times.

· Kawasaki ZX-14R - The fastest production bike in the world (not yet released), this bike has been modified so much that it's not likely the manufacturer's would recognize it as such. With a built in weapons and tracking system as well as amplified speed and stealth systems, this bike was disassembled and rebuilt by hand. It's the closest thing to a child that she has.

· Weapons cache and hidden bases - A tumultuous mix of assassin, spy and very angry former government agent, Mac has numerous well-shielded hideouts throughout the world. Notable locations include Boston, Los Angeles, Venice, Paris, Rome, Ireland and Santorini.

HISTORY

Born into a loving family in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts, Mac knew nothing but love and the gentle teasing of older brothers as she grew up. That was until the age of fifteen, when everything changed. She developed a mutation, one that she had no idea what to do with. Now suddenly able to see short bursts into the future and able to copy the moves of anybody doing anything, Mac simply played it off as coming into her own physically. She joined sports teams and intentionally down-played her abilities. She took up archery and started training in fighting arts.

Her brothers were all older than her. Josh by eleven months, Shane by three years and Brady by four years. They were all men's men and they all ended up joining the military straight out of high school, as most of the men and some of the women in their family had done. This left Hal alone with her parents and her rambunctious self. On the day of her high school graduation, G-Men arrived on her doorstep. They had heard of her abilities, of her powers, of her family legacy. Her brothers were all SEALS and covert ops men. They were put in the toughest situations and had a history of banding together and coming out of suicide missions alive. The opportunity for the government to get their hands on Mac and use them for their own purposes was too great.

So fake papers were set up, she was taken away under the Patriot Act and held as a terrorist for something that she had absolutely no hand in. This was one of those facilities where anything went. Except they didn't want to torture her, they didn't want to interrogate her, they didn't want to try her for crimes against her nation or acts of terrorism. No, her country wanted to use her as a weapon. The combination of her powers and the physical condition that she was already in made her the prime candidate for an assassin. And so she was asked nicely by the government to turn herself over to help her country. Of course, the other option was being tried as a terrorist. It's quite easy to infer which she chose. She was so off the books, so covert that nobody she came into contact with even knew her name. Nor did her brothers have any idea that the woman in disguise that had helped them on several especially shitty missions was their sister.

Five years later and Mac broke what little protocol she had during a mission in Hong Kong. She had been there to take down a super-human terrorist cell in as covert a manner as possible. She had blown up their warehouse and set off red flags all across the city. She was of no use to them if people knew who she was. But the US had an out. If Mac was obtained the fact that she was not registered with any government agency meant that they could claim she was acting on her own. So she slipped into the thick night air, disappearing. She's now spoken of as Renegade. She's the one who got away. Her name is whispered as the dirty secret. She's known in the SEALs and covert ops squad as a ghost, as the one who could take the majority of them down by herself. All that's given is a brief description of her abilities and of her looks. 5'4", auburn red hair and the clearest violet eyes you'll ever see.

What isn't told is the fact that she's been doing this since she was eighteen. The fact that she's just as well trained as the majority of these men or the fact that she's going around and helping them on their missions. She now has people coming after her on all sides. The government would like to reacquire her, they don't like what they can't control and they know good and well that they will never again control Mac O'Rourke. And just about everybody else would like to kill her. So she's made staying off the radar, watching her back and quietly looking out for her brothers and their countrymen her life mission. As a way to keep herself occupied, she will also take on freelance jobs.

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