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Amadeus Rhodes
Amadeus Rhodes
[tracker=/t2150-amadeus-rhodes#12427]
Name : Amadeus Rhodes
Epithet : Deadman
Age : 24
Height : 6'2"
Weight : 224 lbs
Species : Cyborg
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Alliance : N/A
Crew : N/A
Ship : N/A
Marine Rank : N/A
Crew Role : N/A
Devil Fruit : N/A
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 136,064,286
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 82

[Episode] Making Them Bleed Empty [Episode] Making Them Bleed

This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Jul 04, 2022 1:29 pm
Episode:

Baterilla was engulfed in an absolute downpour. The skies were dark, and there was the low rumbling of thunder in the distance. Overall, an oppressive blanket of gloom had fallen over the town.

Then again, this whole week had been pretty gloomy for Eloise, at least emotionally. The death of her mentor, Dr. Fizetti, was still fresh in her heart. But she had to push it aside for now. There were things she had to do, and with the Morati Family potentially breathing down their necks, the tasks had been difficult. She had to slip out in secret, gathering what parts were needed on order to repair Amadeus. No, not just repair, upgrade. For there was a mission on the cyborg's mind, and he was going to carry it out.

When he first shared his plan, she thought it was nuts. Their last encounter with the Morati Family almost killed them. But, the more he explained it, the more it made sense. Baterilla was almost like a shark tank, with each of the crime families being the sharks. All of them rivals and watching eachother. If Amadeus would be able to inflict enough damage to the Morati Family, it might embolden the other crime families to make a move. The Moratis would be too preoccupied fighting off these threats to stop the pair from escaping the island.

Still, it was highly risky. They would be attacking the crime family where they set up shop. No doubt there would be plenty of men there to defend it. But at the same time, would they really expect such a direct attack like this?

She looked away from the window at the weapon sitting on the counter. She had made it for him just for this mission. Sure, Amadeus had weapons built into him, but having a little extra something on hand helped. In its current state it almost resembled a large, rough cleaver. But she knew he could use it effectively.

She took one last look at the approaching storm. Now was the time. He would have recovered from the repairs by now. She stood up, taking the large cleaver and heading into the adjacent room. Her eyes immediately fell on the form resting on the bed. Gently, she approached and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's time Amadeus."


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Amadeus Rhodes
Amadeus Rhodes
[tracker=/t2150-amadeus-rhodes#12427]
Name : Amadeus Rhodes
Epithet : Deadman
Age : 24
Height : 6'2"
Weight : 224 lbs
Species : Cyborg
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Alliance : N/A
Crew : N/A
Ship : N/A
Marine Rank : N/A
Crew Role : N/A
Devil Fruit : N/A
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 136,064,286
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 82

[Episode] Making Them Bleed Empty Re: [Episode] Making Them Bleed

This post has in-line assessment comments.Wed Jul 20, 2022 7:15 am
The bright lights of the sign for the Golden Dish cut into the gloom of the storm raging outside. Not that it really helped the moods of Louis and Carter, who had been assigned as the bouncers for the establishment for the night. Man, of all the nights to be put on guard duty, it just had to be this one. Was it even necassary? Sure, the club acted as the headquarters to the Morati crime family, and in a place like Baterilla, one always had to look out for the other families, but would anyone seriously want to try anything during this weather? The two were doing their best to huddle under what little cover there was to keep out of the rain. It would be absolutely insane for anyone to try anything on a day like this.

Certer glanced around before nudging Louis in the side, "Think I can slip in and grab a bite to eat before anyone notices?" Louis rolled his eyes. "Don't try it buddy. You remember the last time you tried to slip out without anyone noticin'? Your just gonna get us in trouble again." Carter groaned, "Oh come on man. Just look out there! Nothing is going to happen in this damn weather. Anyone who's out here is going to be out of their damn minds. Why should we be out here shivering our asses off, while everyone else is nice, warm, and having fun?"

Louis had to admit, the weather was particularly foul today. There hadn't been any clients coming in for a while. But he knew how the boss was with this sort of thing. And that demented brother of his. He had been in a particularly bad mood for some time now.

All of this was completely forgotten though when he noticed a shape in the gloom. A figure walking down the middle of the street, slowly approaching them. He couldn't make out much detail of the guy. He was just slowly walking towards them. The guy wasn't even trying to take cover from the rain. He seemed to be holding something long in his hand, but with all the rain it was hard to make out what exactly.

He nudged Carter. "Check it out. Looks like we got someone out here after all." He called out to the man. "Hey! Whatcha doing out there buddy?" he couldn't help but chuckle a little. Probably some drunk who got thrown out of the bar or something. Carter couldn't help but crack a grin too.

The figure paused, standing there in complete silence for a moment. Nothing but the sound of rain. After a little bit, it was actually starting to be quite unnerving. "Hey-!" Louis started. He didn't get to finish. The figure thrust out an arm and suddenly something was imbedded in the bouncer's side. The man only got to look at what it was for a brief second before suddenly being yanked, screaming off of his feet. He flew towards the figure, who raised whatever he was holding high above his head, before bringing it down on the incoming Louis with a sickening crack. Louis' body laid lifeless on the ground.

Carter's eyes bulged in shock. "Louis!" He growled and drew his gun. "You son of a bitch!"

There was a crack of thunder, which perfectly masked the gunshot. Carter stood there for a brief moment, before the pistol fell out of his hands, followed by him collapsing to the floor. Blood trickled down from the hole in his forehead.

The figure lowered his arm, before quietly approaching the door to the club. He stood there in silence for a moment, before slowly drawing a fist back. The arm began to tremble as heat formed in his elbow. Suddenly, there was a burst of flame, as he smashed the door from its hinges.


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Amadeus Rhodes
Amadeus Rhodes
[tracker=/t2150-amadeus-rhodes#12427]
Name : Amadeus Rhodes
Epithet : Deadman
Age : 24
Height : 6'2"
Weight : 224 lbs
Species : Cyborg
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Alliance : N/A
Crew : N/A
Ship : N/A
Marine Rank : N/A
Crew Role : N/A
Devil Fruit : N/A
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 136,064,286
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 82

[Episode] Making Them Bleed Empty Re: [Episode] Making Them Bleed

This post has in-line assessment comments.Sat Dec 10, 2022 12:25 pm
Inside, the Golden Dish was bustling with activity. A band was playing some high tempo jazz on stage, and customers were either enjoying the fine food, or gambling away their money at the card tables. The place had a bright, flashy atmosphere, the kind of place that made you feel fancy and upper class just by being in there. Guards in suits stood around in the corners of the room, keeping an eye out for any trouble makers. The Morati family certainly had a good set up in a place like this.

Little did they know it was about to come crashing down.

Everything came to a halt with a loud crash, as suddenly the front door to the establishment was blown off its hinges. All eyes turned to the doorway, as a lone figure stepped through, dripping wet and clad in purple. In his hand he gripped what appeared to be a long shaft with a saw-like blade attached. A blade that had traces of blood on it.

One of the guards approached him. "Hey pal, just what the hell do you think you-?" He didn't get to finish. As he reached out to grab him, a blade seemed to slide out from the interloper's wrist, thrusting it up in one quick motion and stabbing the guard right in the throat. The guard's eyes bugged open behind his sunglasses, gurgling blood as he clutched at his throat and collapsed to the floor.

Everything devolved into chaos. People were screaming, scrambling to get as far away from the murder as possible. The rest of the security, seeing one of their own go down, quickly got over their shock and drew their weapons. Nobody walked into a Morati establishment and pulls something like this and expects to get away with it!

Amadeus dove towards the nearest table, flipping it onto its side just as the guards opened fire. Chunks of wood were torn from the table, though from what they could see, they couldn't tell if they hit him or not. As they quickly went to reload their weapons, the torn up table was suddenly sent flying at them, crashing into a couple of them and knocking them to the ground. One of the guards jumped back to avoid it, when something suddenly shot past his head, hitting the wall behind him. A cable? Before he could react, he was suddenly face to face with Amadeus as he rocketed towards him, delivering a crushing blow to his face.

The club's patrons started to scramble for the door, flooding out into the rainy streets. Being cold and wet was miles better than being in here, as the club was turning into a warzone.


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Amadeus Rhodes
Amadeus Rhodes
[tracker=/t2150-amadeus-rhodes#12427]
Name : Amadeus Rhodes
Epithet : Deadman
Age : 24
Height : 6'2"
Weight : 224 lbs
Species : Cyborg
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Alliance : N/A
Crew : N/A
Ship : N/A
Marine Rank : N/A
Crew Role : N/A
Devil Fruit : N/A
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 136,064,286
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 82

[Episode] Making Them Bleed Empty Re: [Episode] Making Them Bleed

This post has in-line assessment comments.Sat Dec 17, 2022 3:28 pm
Leo Morati sat back, in his seat, idly counting through the beli sitting on his desk. Counting profits was always a good way for the large crime boss to relax. After all, these last few days had been a bit stressful. First one of his enforcers had been taken down by some outsider, and when he sent a hit squad after them, his own younger brother came back missing an eye! Well, those were the risks when you get into this sort of business, and after a few days of quiet and successful business, Leo was starting to feel better about himself.

Which was more than can be said about Carmine. The younger Morati was sitting quietly nearby, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. An eyepatch now covered his wounded eye, and the once cocky and arrogent young man now seemed to sport a permantent scowl. Many of the men were scared to even go near the guy. Leo glanced up from his money, still sensing the anger radiating off of his brother. "So, how long do you plan to sit there, scowling?" As Carmine shot a viscious glare at him, Leo sighed and sat up, "Look, I get it. The eye probably still hurts, huh? Well, the bastard behind it is dead. Just, try to relax, will you? Nothing more can be done about it."

Carmine snarled, bringing a fist down hard on the arm of the chair. "Dead you say? I don't believe that until I see a fucking corpse!" And maybe beaten on it for good measure as well. Just thinking about that man caused his eye to ache. Leo gave a shrug. "Well, his body's probably sitting in the bottom of the ocean or somethin' by now. Maybe if you hadn't been playing around like you were, maybe you wouldn't have lost your eye."

Carmine sprung to his feet, his face twisted in rage. Getting his eye shot out was one thing, but to hear someone saying it was his fault!? He was ready to kill someone for that, and right now he didn't care if said person was his older brother. The two security guards in the room instinctively backed up, almost afraid of what might just happen.

Suddenly, the sounds of screaming and violence could be heard outside of the room. Both brothers immediately looked to the door, the growing confrontation immediately forgotten. "What the hell is going on out there?" Leo snapped. Sure, occasionally there was a scuffle in the club. People having too much to drink and so on. But they were hearing gunshots now. Suddenly, one of the goons burst in. "Boss! We're under attack!" Leo shot to his feet, now all rightious indgination. "Who the hell's attacking us? The marines? The cops?" Dammit, he had them on his payroll. Were they seriously going back on their deal? "N-No boss!" the goon stammered, "It's some freak in a purple coat!"

Leo blinked in surprise. Purple coat? It couldn't be... "It's him." Leo looked over at his brother. A twisted, sadistic grin was spreading across Carmine's face. "He's here," he hissed, "He's alive!" Here it was. A chance for him to get revenge on the bastard that took his eye. Suddenly all that rage was turning into deranged glee. There were so many things he wanted to do to that damn robot. Before Leo could say anything, Carmine ran from the room. The time for vengance was now!


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Amadeus Rhodes
Amadeus Rhodes
[tracker=/t2150-amadeus-rhodes#12427]
Name : Amadeus Rhodes
Epithet : Deadman
Age : 24
Height : 6'2"
Weight : 224 lbs
Species : Cyborg
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Alliance : N/A
Crew : N/A
Ship : N/A
Marine Rank : N/A
Crew Role : N/A
Devil Fruit : N/A
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 136,064,286
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 82

[Episode] Making Them Bleed Empty Re: [Episode] Making Them Bleed

This post has in-line assessment comments.Thu Sep 07, 2023 12:05 am
The walls were being marked with bullet holes as the Morati goons continued to fire at Amadeus, attempting to gun the cyborg down. However, the numerous tables and slot machines of the place provided ample cover for him as he moved from one place to another, taking every opportunity to stab, shoot, and punch any of them that got close enough to him. And so far, Amadeus was proving to be very, VERY efficient at that.

For the men in question, what had started as what they thought would be a straight forward execution of some punk was starting to turn into nightmare fuel for them. As each one fell to Amadeus' rampage, the advantage (if one could call it that) that they held was dwindling. The fact that there was more of them didn't seem to matter at all. Just what was with this guy? A few of them had been there on that day, chasing him down through the streets. All he did was run. But now here he was taking them apart. Just what had happened during the last couple of days since that incident?

Amadeus slipped out from behind a ruined table, charging towards the closest of the men as he scrambled to reload his rifle, like a snake moving in on helpless prey. The goon let out a shrill cry of panic, dropping his weapon and trying to back up as fast as he can, only to stumble over his own feet.

Suddenly, the cyborg's eyes glanced off to the side before suddenly jumping back, as something swung down and crashed into the floor. The man whose life had just been narrowly saved stared at his saviour for a brief moment. It looked like a blade, connected to a length of chain.

The blade was suddenly yanked out of the ground, flying through the air before it was caught by its owner. Carmine Morati gave Amadeus a twisted grin. "You know, You have no idea how happy I am to see you're still alive. And you came to me to boot! And here I thought I would have to comb the river floor to find you." He slowly brought a hand up, feeling the eyepatch covering his ruined eye as he gave an almost crazed giggle. "See? We match now. But it doesn't seem fair, does it? You took my eye, yet you seem to be completely intact."

His arms started to tremble, clutching his blades tightly as rage as barely being held back behind his grin, "An eye for an eye. That sounds fair, doesn't it? And then, maybe I'll take a limb or two. Then I'll rip your heart out. And then I'll tear your FUCKING HEAD OFF!" Her barked out that last bit, his face twisting into an expression of pure hate before melting back into that sickening smile of his. The goons, meanwhile, were taking the opportunity to back the hell out of there. Sure, at this point any of them could take a shot at Amadeus. He was standing right there after all. But they were all getting the feeling that doing so was only going to anger Carmine even further. This was his fight now, and they were happy to let him have it.

Amadeus, meanwhile, had been completely silent during Carmine's little tirade, staying completely silent. The fact was not lost on the deranged gangster. "Oh? Nothing to say? No tough words or anything like that? Come on. Give me something. It's no fun if you don't say anything." he teased cruelly. Amadeus said nothing. He just glared at him.

Carmine's face twisted in anger. "SAY SOMETHING!" he roared, swinging a blade right at him.


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