Ryder_Jones

As the vines sprouted from the floor tying Ryder to the floor he looked down in surprise “nice” he mumbled with sarcasm in his voice. Before Ryder could react to the vines the woman had landed a kick to his mid-section the heavy armor he wore dampened the force of her kick but he still felt it this woman would cause many bruises. Ryder purposely allowed himself to fall on his back with a soft thud. He tightly griped his katana as he swiftly cut the violent vines at their roots. “I do not know of this man you call lord.” He said answering a previous question of the man who fled or the woman he hardly heard them through the falling rubble. Ryder immediately flipped himself up as he finished speaking, he stood on his feet in a casual stance he was quickly planning his next move this place meant much to her, good. With impressive speed he sheathed his sword and pulled two stakes from his trench coat throwing them toward the woman he wasn’t sure of what they were made of but they caught on fire with contact. To Ryder Jones fire was the weapon to use against plant manipulators. “Die monster” he growled with a disgusted look on his face under his helmet. He loved killing monsters, vampires and demons alike but something told him this one was powerful. Ryder stood in the same causal position he had been standing in before his attack as he waited. His unprofessional stance often fooled many before into thinking he had left his guard down.

Posting now it ain't great but Eh... (and internet explorer makes it look crappier)

• Ryder has a strong hate for buckets.
  
• Ryder can't stand  cats they freak him out.
  

Seems pretty cool to me nice idea Sha.

-Bronx, New York 7:30

Ryder punches down a door in his causal clothes, all black clothes with a brown trench coat. He had his blank eyes on his prey from the shadows, three newly changed vampires. His favorite prey they died swiftly they were starved their skin was pure white their grey veins were showing as their skin cracked their foggy eyes showed their power, none, humans were more powerful than these pathetic creatures with this he tightened his grip on his katana and threw himself from the darkness of the shadows welding his sword with both of his hands, a weapon without faults it held all of the rumored   weaknesses of a vampire a single slash to a weak point of a vampire would result in cremation. He sent a strike to the neck of one of the staved vampires decapitating him the starved vampire burned before he made it half way through the creature’s neck, they were weaker than he thought. “Good, they die much nicer” he thought with a twisted grin on his face. One of the other vampires pulled a cheap shot and kicked Ryder in the groin he was too busy savoring the death of the other vampire to stop the kick. Ryder fell to his knees in minor pain “Stupid little b*tch…” Ryder mumbled as he stood back up throwing his sword through one of the vampires, it tried to pull it out before the blade cremated him to no avail. The vampire burned to blue ash in moments Ryder watched with the same satisfied grin as before. Ryder walked over to his sword in the pile of blue ash and picked it up shaking off the ashes. Ryder’s phone started ringing he ignored it and ran after the other vampire for a few minutes before an old man’ voice kept shouting on the other end.

<<”Answer the god damn phone Ryder! I know you can hear this! Stop chasing the little guys for a few god damn minutes and answer the phone!”>>

Ryder got tired of the old man’s complaining and pulled a large over sized device of some kind it seemed to be an advanced phone “Talk fast.” Ryder said in a disappointed tone “you’re slowing down my hunt, old man.”

<<”Ah found a target somebody you need to deal with, some woman by the name of Y intercept, demoness of some kind right up your ally.”>> The old man said with his voice a bit muffled from the phone.

Ryder thought for a moment unsure of why he would go after a demon he hunted vampires not demons “Why the hell would I go after a demon?” Ryder thought for a moment putting his katana back in its sheath.

<<Because I told you to sh*t head, now go get ready and get to plane station in an hour and a half!” >> The old man yelled as he sent a picture of his target to Ryder’s bulky phone. Ryder looked at the image with a grin on his face “good.” Ryder thought as he walked out the door the sun was already up meaning his prey is dead “damn shame.” He growled mad that the old man kept him from an easy kill not something he liked to happen. Ryder walked down the street on his way to his private armory, a store-it-yourself place a few blocks away. As he walked he watched the people of the city they disgusted him anyone of them could be one of the things he hates, Vampires or skrulls. He continued walking for several blocks until he reached the storage garage Ryder jumped the fence causing to fence to shake like metallic bones and walked over to his storage garage he forgot his key causing him to shape his arm in to a gun and shooting it open the gun didn’t make the average “bang” sound you would expect from such a large weapon instead it made asound comparable to the sound of a baseball hitting a steel fence as it tore through the titanium garage door. “who needs keys?”  Ryder pushed what was left of the door to the side with a scraping sound as it scratched the stone floor. he walked in to the storage garage it still smelled the same since he had been there last, like gun powder and stale tobacco he proceeded to grabbing his normal  “hunting” equipment two 50. Desert eagles, four Uv magazines, two sunlight grenades, his special Katana, dozens of stakes made of various materials lined inside his trench coat, and most importantly his armor, a red and black armor it appears to be cheap and nothing special but in reality it could take a hit but its most useful asset was not its almost impressive durability but how it merges with his body. Now Ryder was fully prepped he hoped this would be enough even with this equipment he may not succeed in a battle with a demoness they were not something he hunted often, they are unpredictable, the wild card of the super-natural world.  

Ryder Jones stepped over the gleaming silver garage door. He looked around mainly at the sun; daylight might have been why Old Man was rushing him so he could fight in the day light. Fully armed his armor would protect him from simple attacks like flames, some bladed weapons and even low caliber guns. He looked around he needed a ride he had to be at the airport in fifteen minutes over forty blocks away. He walked out of the storage area back on to the streets many thought he was crazy from the armor and weapons. Ryder saw a parked faded emerald station wagon   he walked over to it and tore the door straight  off its hinges with a screech throwing it about fifteen feet away. Ryder hopped in punching the key slot open turning its ignition the old station wagon clicked a few times before starting with a purring sound, like a large cat. “Purrs like a kitten.” Ryder said with almost complete seriousness. He hit the gas quickly gaining speed.

-9:39am New York state air port

 Ryder arrived at the airport in about ten minutes parking the stolen car right behind the plane he was taking. When the Guards saw him them held their guns to him he ignored them and boarded the new plane. Once the passengers saw him they ran off the plane including the pilot he sat down in the grey false leather chair and flipped dozens of mulch-colored switches and pressing numerous glowing neon buttons after hitting one last button he grabbed a hold of the steering wheel Ryder was lucky the Old man taught him how to drive this model. The engines started loudly like well jet engines it began to take off it took him a few moments to get in to the air the radio began beeping the plane station was calling they wanted their million dollar jet back. Ryder smashed the head set not caring to deal with the authorities he had a demoness to deal with today that was more than enough for one day he was still sketchy about the situation but the old man had never led him wrong before. He pulled the over-sized phone from his jacket and magnetically stuck it to the steering wheel “I’m taking a f*ckin nap pilot the damn thing.”

<<”damn kids always demanding we old men do crap for their ungrateful a$sess”>> the old man mumbled over the radio taking control over the plane as Ryder napped on their way to Florida they had to fly slow so they wouldn’t be shot down Ryder would arrive in her last known location, a church in Florida in a few hours.

-five hours later Florida airport about three O’clock one mile from his prey’s rumored location

Ryder grabbed his phone like communicator and pushed out the door with the screeching sound of bending steel he jumped out of the plane with a loud shattering sound as he landed on the concrete unharmed it was only a ten foot drop but his extra weapons made him heavier . The guards began to come to “stop him” he not only had Ryder already caused property damage but he arrived in a stolen million dollar jet. As he walked the silver spiked “battle” cleats placed holes in the ground with soft crunching sounds like standing on crackers. He saw a large pick up truck and tore off a door with a loud crumbling sound as he threw the driver out of the car and  began driving to the church as he reached the church approximately five minutes later he backed up and drove the truck straight in to the church about ten feet in he tore his way out through the rock and glass rubble he looked for the woman for a moment he quickly saw her and put his hand on his katana which was resting in its black leather sheath on his back “the first move is yours demon.” Ryder said coldly he may have been a coldblooded killer but he still had honor.

Okay posting now this post kinda has more quantity  than quality sorry well at least sha's post will be epic. OH and Ryder is under the impression hes going after Y intercept instead of her daughter :P

Uh Ryder Jones vs Y intercepts daughter. (who's name escapes me momentarily.) trash talk and comments go here.
 
 
Side note: the first post won't be about much other than Ryder preparing himself for battle and throwing the first punch.

Well I've been thinking for a few days now about this rpg idea heres the thing like a alternate reality sorta thing like what would happen if something different happened in your characters life? Like with Ryder his parents safely escaped the skrull empire and burrowed them self into human culture preventing their deaths and prevented Ryder from gaining his hatred for skrulls and vampires even causing him to have different powers and name (cause he named himself in prime vine) viners would create their own alternate  version of themselves or just explain how they are in this different dimension/timeline.  Here's the actual plot of the rpg a powerful man emerges from a energy vortex in this world and began recruiting people to his (already large) army to over run the planet leaving this earth all but post apocalyptic and the heroes and villains of this world  (or the heroes/villains of vine prime) must work together to win this battle against this army and their leader I thought it would be cool and a posible rare heroes and villain team up or yet another chance for a heroes vs villains fights :)