Ripley "Mad Dog" Maddox

ripply "mad dog" Maddox ,

It seems whats left of my human side, is slowly changing in me

Psychological Evaluation Report

Subject 241: Ripley “Mad Dog” Maddox

Subject was brought to location for a week’s worth of evaluation and testing to gauge compatibility with experimental tactics and cybernetic modifications. First contact reveals that the subject is quite obviously deranged in the most severe way. Subject 241, or “Ripley”, exhibits psychotic tendencies, violent mood swings, and is easily provoked. Previous observations in the field also show a willingness to inflict unspeakable horrors on others regardless of age or gender. These observations also reveal a level of attraction to certain victims. When inquired as to the reasoning behind this, subject answered by stating, “They helped me with my art. You should always love and be grateful for those that help spread your craft”. It is noted that several scenes contain depiction of “art”. Most images are… disturbing. Even more so is the fact that the subject appears to worship the Mad God as most of his related crime scenes appear to be shrines to his personal derangement.

On a positive note, subject “Ripley” fails to exhibit anything in the way of moral qualms preventing him from killing and, thus, is hereby recommended for Project Night Terror.

Addendum: Recommend bringing in “experts” from Axium to help suppress emotions not conductive to the experiment.

Project Night Terror Progress Report

The subject has been subjected to augmentation and placed in a medically induced coma as an added precaution. The decision was made based on an incident in which the subject escaped his bonds and proceeded to slaughter project personnel. Security footage shows the subject speaking in tongues and… devouring his victims. Most of the staff is afraid of the subject and some have been institutionalized after allegedly seeing the subject conversing with a man in a white lab coat spinning a large screw in his head. Rumors are circulating that the unknown individual matches descriptions given in sightings of the Mad God.

Personal Addendum: I hope to the gods that Axium sends its damned experts soon. Otherwise, I fear that the subject will get loose again, and I have doubts that a few mercenaries will stop him.

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Project Night Terror has been lost. The last transmission received from the project lead reads as follows:

“Thanks for the upgrades!~ Now, time to go wreak some havoc. Should be fuuuuuuuuun!~”

Orders have been given to scrub the site and expunge all records from the logs.

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“They’re not all bad. Most of them are decent eating and there are even a few among them that can put up a fight. Seriously, the world would be a better place if everyone just made a meal out of everyone else.”


“Again, not all bad. Well, except the metal parts. Seriously, have you ever tried to eat metal? Too much work to be bothered with. The brains in jars are always fun though. Nothing like a good workout to work up an appetite. Androids are just terrible though; no meat worth eating and that synthskin stuff tastes awful. Blegh!”


“Pfft. Those weaklings don’t know the meaning of the word. They’re always spending their time hunting down little kids and people that can’t even fight back. I mean, even I like an easy meal but come on! There’s no fun to be had when they don’t fight back a little. And the worst part about them is that they don’t even eat what they kill! Too squeamish to do it. No wonder so many of them are dying these days.


“Literature. Painting. Dancing. Ah, is there anything more wonderful in all the world? Whether it’s the stroke of a brush or a whip of the pen or the satisfying spray of blood as a blade slices through flesh and crunches through bone, there’s always a certain beauty to art, and art infects every aspect of our being. Even swordsmanship requires a certain level of flair; a crafty twist of the blade, an artful riposte, a gracefully arcing swing, a skillfully applied thrust. Everything about the sword is art given motion. And even this is nothing compared to the greatest of man’s arts. War. War is the driving force behind human imagination, always inspiring us to invent newer and increasingly fascinating ways to kill and maim one another. It even inspires new works of fine art! Ah, I could wax poetically on these things for days and days. Then again, there's not enough chaos and discord in this day and age. I should fix that.”


“Honestly, I think that they’re the only ones that understand me. Regular people just don’t understand my imaginative soul. They’re always too busy worrying about things like “morals” and “not wanting to die” to appreciate fine art, especially if it’s on the stretched skin of their family and friends. Most of the gods and goddesses don’t suffer from those problems. Especially Philip! Man, I’ll tell ya, that guys is a riot! Plus, he usually kills everyone, so I don’t have to worry about lunch that day.

At first glance, Ripley appears to be a relatively normal man much like one you’d expect to find taking a nice stroll along the sidewalk. He stands at a slightly above average height of five feet and nine inches tall and is a perfect example of well-toned strength. Long, unruly brown hair that falls to the base of his neck conceals a singular scar over his left eye that cost him his vision in the orb. He perceives the world through a single icy blue eye as he searches for the next muse/victim for his art. His breath also carries a carrion stench of those that he has devoured.

However, it becomes blatantly obvious upon closer inspection that his body is heavily modified with advanced cybernetics. Many of the enhancement are artistically engraved to add to their splendor. His arms, legs and much of his skeletal system is cybernetic. There is also a layer of military-grade nanofiber woven into his flesh that heighten muscle and skin density as well as drastically amplifying strength and force. This makes him not only highly resilient, but also immensely strong.

Strangely, the man refuses to wear almost every article of modern day clothing as he views those that design them as lacking in creative vision. Thus, most of his clothing is made by hand using various, rugged materials that Ripley procured via numerous means (up to and not excluding murder). His pants are fashioned from strips of linen sown together and his black tunic is made with the purest cotton weave and detailed in red ink. A comfortable cloak created using the tanned, oiled hide of a bull-aspect magi that Ripley slew personally completes the outfit.

He has a number of tattoos inked into his skin. His favorite is a tattoo of a dragon encircling a dear and a wolf. It is meant to represent his relationship with a deer-aspect magi. 


As stated above, Ripley despises any clothing that he hasn't personally crafted. He prefers to use materials that are both durable and easy to work with. His outfits are generally functional in nature but he isn't afraid of adding a little flair to his wardrobe.

Parents
Mother: Maria Maddox (deceased; killed by his own hand)
Father: Leon Maddox (deceased; killed by his own hand)

Siblings
Brother: Aaron Maddox (deceased; used for canvas and paint)
Sister-in-law: Aria Maddox (deceased; his first meal)

Extended Family
Niece: Sophia Maddox (living; Felici)


The following is a report on the dishonorably discharged Hunter known as Ripley Maddox, dishonored Hunter and wanted criminal. This report is comprised of a brief overview of his early life as well as a collection of the subject’s personal memoirs, security footage, and the personal observations of multiple related individuals.

Ripley was born into the in the year 2561 to House Maddox, a noble family of Ethean origins with ties to both the Ethean Royal Armed Forces and the Temple of Kalidas. For generations, House Maddox was known to provide a steady stream of exceptionally talented soldiers as well as highly accomplished hunters. It was of no strange coincidence, then, when both organizations took an almost immediate interest in the firstborn son of the latest generation of Maddox lineage. The ERAF (Ethean Royal Armed Forces) offered the boy schooling and an eventual place within the Royal Guard should he prove himself; the Temple of Kalidas promised great honors that would be bestowed on the boy and his family if he would serve. The family did, of course, have a great deal of time to consider. The child had only just been born after all.

-an extract from the House Maddox familial records

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A recruiter from the Hunter’s Guild came by again today. Third time this week. They really want me to join for some reason. Probably because papa was a great hunter when he was littler. They think that I’m like papa. I don’t think so. Papa was a big man. Still is. I’m not big like papa is but they say I’ll grow up big and strong like he did. I hope so. Papa has a lot of friends because he was so big. I want a lot of friends too. Friends are nice. Maybe being a hunter wouldn’t be so bad.

-an entry in the personal journal of Ripley Maddox, dated April 5, 2565

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“Hello, everyone. This is Jennifer Anderman, reporting to you live from the studio. Thank you for joining myself and the Felici News Network on this lovely Saturday morning. Today we have some rumblings in the art world to discuss as there appears to be a rising star making its way into the spotlight.

“Young Ripley Maddox, age eleven, has painted a piece that has experts and art aficionados alike positively buzzing with excitement. The piece in question has stirred controversy and interest in equal measure. The reason being is that it depicts the goddess Nevyne, a figure that is viewed with fear due to her association with nightmares and the ‘dark arts’. However, the painting depicts the Goddess in a manner not often seen. Instead of the darkly terrifying creature we know Her as today, She is seen here as a beautiful young woman posed with one of Her hands crossed over her chest. The other hand is extended before Her and Her mouth is open, giving the impression that she is singing to the viewer.

“Here tonight, we have the young aspiring artist to help us explain his vision.”

The camera zooms out, introducing a young, sharply dressed preteen with brown hair and icy blue eyes into the frame. The boy smiles as he fidgets in his chair.

“Thank you for joining us, Ripley; it’s great to have you on the set.”

“Thank you, Miss Anderman. it’s good to be here.”

“So, Ripley, you’ve managed to turn some heads with your painting. Anything to say about that?”

“It’s really cool. I never thought that so many people would like my art!” The boy smiles brightly at the notion and Anderman chuckles.

“Yes, it’s great to see someone so young getting recognition, especially here in the heart of the worlds center for the arts. But a lot of people out there are confused as to why you would choose the goddess of nightmares as the subject for your art. In fact, critics are saying that it is rather insulting, considering that what Her... reputation.”

“Actually, Nevyne is the goddess of all dreams, not just nightmares. She’s also known as the Great Muse because of it. She allows us into Her realm when we sleep so we can live our dreams and act out our fantasies. Sure, she’ll step in and shape them sometimes, but it’s mostly our souls and memories that shape them. More than that, She’s the goddess of the arts. She’s call the Great Muse for a reason.”

“I see and is that the reason that you choose Her for you painting?”

“Sort of. I just wanted to do something different, and people are so afraid to paint Her, so I thought 'why not?'”

“Well, it certainly is different. Thank you for your time.”

“Yes ma’am, and thank you.”

The camera centers once again on Miss Anderman.

“In other news, the magi are protesting once again as conditions in the camps continue to worsen. Authorities are saying that…”

-a broadcast aired on June 8, 2573

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I paid a visit to the Relocation Center near Felici again. The orphans there were happy to see me, especially little Elisa. She’s so adorable and so talented. Five years old and she almost as good at drawing as I am! The other children are good in their own little ways too, but Elisa is special. It’s shameful that the rest of humanity cannot see beyond the fluffy little bunny ears atop her auburn head. They do not see the creative spark in the girl’s eyes. They don’t see the landscapes she depicts, the people of carbon she gives life. She is like a diamond in the rough, beautiful yet unhewn, but she is sadly left alone for the blind eyes of men and beasts cannot permit themselves to see beyond the dark, worthless rock long enough to see the shine. It is… disheartening…

I’ve graduated from the Royal Military Academy today, top of my class. Father was pleased, as was the rest of my family. They presented me with a reward to mark the occasion: a sheath wreathed in steel and engraved with a runic circle. It was beautifully constructed. It must have cost quite the hefty sum. My father told me that he hoped it would serve me well in my tenure with the hunters of Kalidas. I certainly hope so, for it seems that I will be stationed in Dagos for the first year of service.

It’s been a long time since I could visit the children. I send letters every so often, and receive some in turn, but that is a poor substitute. I miss them. I miss Elisa. I hope that she is doing well and that she is still able to continue drawing. A passerby noticed where my letters originated from and insulted my little artists and their works, saying that there was no possible way that “magi filth” could create art. I beat him for his words. I beat him severely. His soul was foul if it was unable to understand art. “He” is the filth in comparison to my artists. “He” is the ugly one. I turned him into something beautiful.

-journal entries from dates ranging from August 9, 2581 to November 17, 2583

Almost a year ago, I met the most beautiful little dancer in one of the clubs. Though I didn’t know it at the time, this particular person was a magi hiding their traits from the world. It’s understandable but I don’t like it. They’re the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen. I’ve drawn so many things with the muse they provide me with. Yes, they seem to be an endless font of the stuff. And our time in the bedroom is rather interesting too. They’ve even switched their gender on me once or twice. Unfortunately, they’ve sawn off their antlers. They made for such convenient handle bars for… well… things. Still at least I have a seemingly endless supply of toothpicks I make from the antlers, so that’s nice.

-extract from Ripley’s personal journal dating July 25, 2584

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LANCE SERGEANT RIPLEY MADDOX YOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED TO ARREST LINNUEAS “STERLING” QUINN ON GROUND OF SUSPECTED TERRORISM. SHOULD YOU DISOBEY THIS ORDER, YOU SHALL BE STRICTLY PUNISHED FOR DERELICTION OF DUTY DURING A TIME OF WAR, FOR WHICH THE PUNISHMENT IS DEATH BY FIRING SQUAD.

SIGNED AND APPROVED BY CAPTAIN CORVUS RAINER

PERSONAL ADDENDUM: I expect you to be wearing your most hateful sneer when you go to arrest that filth. And yes, you can have your gods damned keepsake. You’ll be needing it for what’s coming.

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The following is a report on an incident on the night of July 30th of the year 2585:
Flames have consumed much of the area, leaving little in the way of forensic evidence for investigators to examine. However, it is clear that there was a struggle of some magnitude outside the burned-out wreckage of the orphanage that stood here. Several corpses are also in evidence. Most are covered in fourth degree burns. Some are small enough to be children.

Dental records have confirmed the identities of five hunters as well as at least a dozen magi listed either as orphans or employees of the previously mention orphanage. One of these employees was known by locals as “Elisa”, a talented artist.

There was also a fragmented video recording of at least part of the incident in question, which shows a lone suspect - identified as one Ripley Maddox - slaughtering at least five of the victims.

Motive is unknown.

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They’ve killed them! My poor sweet innocent little artists! They’ve killed them!! Worse still, She has taken it! My muse! SHE’S TAKEN IT!!!!!! They killed them!! She took it!! They killed them, She took it!! THEY KILLED THEM SHE TOOK IT!!!!!! THEY KILLED THEM SHE TOOK IT!!!!!! THEY KILLED THEM SHE TOOK IT!!!!THEYKILLEDTHEMSHETOOKITTHEYKILLEDTHEMSHETOOKITTHEYKILLEDTHEMSHETOOKITTHEYKILLEDTHEMSHETOOKITTHEYKILLEDHIMSHETOOKITTHEYKILLTHEMSHETOOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Found on a wall outside Felici Magi Relocations Center. Message was written in blood.

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He came before me. The Mad God. He offered me a gift. He offered me power, a way to strike back at those that harmed my dear, sweet little Elisa. What little was left of the man I was wanted to scoff at the notion, to turn my back on the deity and make my way to Felici to face my fate. Life had no meaning anymore. Without my art I couldn't find beauty in life, for it had no meaning without my muse to fuel my art. And what is life without art? The answer: something not worth living.

But another part of me wouldn't allow it. Something in me saw the possibility of what I could gain. Were not all great artists mad in some way? Perhaps that was the way to what I want.

So I listened to the mad ramblings until they made sense.

Then, I asked him to take away all that hinders me.

Mhmhmhmhmhmhm, and he did... oh, did he ever. Heheheheheheheheheheh... Ahahahahahahahahaha! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

-undated journal entry

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Audio recording found during the raid of a known drug dealer:

Hey boss. Had to deal with that psycho Ripley again. That guy is just fuckin' nuts. Always gives me these weird grins that just... don't fit right. Like they're too big for his face.

And his breath stinks. I don't know what he eats, but it's just... wrong.

I know that those scabs that pop Red Mist ain't all there.

Hell, most of 'em can't even see straight after a hit. Shit makes you feel invincible. Crazy as shit, but pretty damned tough. I knew a guy that knew a guy that took on a whole gang of scabs with machetes. Looked like a side 'a beef at the end of it, and 'e bled out, but he did it.

I don't touch the stuff 'cause of it. From wut I here, the scabs do it cause it makes the pain disappear. Just POOF! Can't feel shit.

Also makes it hard ta think right. Ya start seein' colors that ain't there. Hallucinations and shit. Makes 'em damn near mindless, like a starved dog or somethin'.

But even that don't compare to the vibes I get from this guy.

Just... I don't know boss. I don't like sellin' to the guy, but I'm scared of what he'll do ta me if I tell 'em "No".

Away, boss, I gotta go. My kid's got a game tonight and I promised ta be there for 'em.
 I'll put dis in tha usual spot.

Oh, and if ya find me in an alleyway or somethin', send some guys after that Ripley guy. And make sure dey got some big fuckin' guns.

-recording ends

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"Sad news today here on the Felici News network. It appears that the rash of barbaric and disturbing murders has claimed even more victims, and not even the noble families of our fair city are immune. Earlier today, police were alerted to a disturbance within the wall community Ricco Heights, and though the response was swift, it was not swift enough to prevent the tragedy.

"The home of House Maddox was infiltrated sometime in the night. The servants and the guards were all slaughtered mercilessly as were most of the Maddox line. Lord and Lady Maddox were found with dozens of cuts and stab wounds. The gnawed remains of Aria Maddox, wife of Aaron Maddox, were found next to her husbands flayed remains. As with other murders, the flayed skin of Aaron Maddox was found stretched over a canvas board and painted with the blood of the victims. The gruesome painted depicted the lone survivor, Sophia Maddox, who was found in a state of undress. Thankfully, police say that there appears to be no sign of abuse to the living victim as there were in previous cases.

"The murders follow the usual patterns of the vicious killer identified as Ripley Maddox. The suspect, also known as "Mad Dog" Maddox, is a dishonorably discharged former member of the legendary is allegedly guilty of of at least three dozen known murders and mass killings and has been at large ever since the riots in the relocation centers.

"Government and Guild representatives have promised a to bring this madman to justice. Anyone with any information leading to his whereabouts would immediately inform local offices and avoid contact at all cost.

"It should be noted that the suspect is heavily enhanced with advanced cybernetics and an extremely skilled swordsman, thus making him very dangerous."

Recharge Upgrade: The amount of time needed to recharge does not have to be the rough estimate of time needed for humans to sleep (≈ 8 hours per 24 hours). A three to four hours will suffice.

Convenient Shield: One of your arms can shift itself into a bullet proof shield that is just large enough to protect all of you if you crouch down into the tightest ball you can.

MELEE I (STARTER) Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with melee weapons. Examples: Knife, Sword, Sai, Hammer, Axe, Whip, Lance, Chainsaw, etc



Tank Alloy - As insinuated by the name, you are a dream defensively but speed is less than to be desired. Running speeds are on the slower side and flying is impossible. Propulsion and flight is impossible.

Enhanced Strength You are now capable of displaying strength that is two times as impressive as would a human of your exact same dimensions.

UNARMED COMBAT I (STARTER) You know the basics and can hold your own in a street fight.

Mad Enhancement: In Exchange for a portion of their sanity, Phillip Blesses them with an increases to their skills depending on How much of their sanity they want to give up, they could go from a weakling to a massive angry hulking monster. A noted retainer of this blessing was known as "Jack the ripper" in exchange for his sanity he wanted to be able to evade any capture, not realizing that it would turn him into the rampaging unstoppable serial killer we know today.

Ripley gave a large portion of his sanity in exchange for the ability to completely ignore pain of any kind, be it emotional or physical. Such is the power of his blessing that his body won't even realize it's dead for a time. Of course, catastrophic damage will still stop him in his tracks.



MELEE II: You are now better able to dual wield if you wish to. You are more likely to better a melee level I.

MELEE III: Depending on your character's insinuated realism a character can be up to a mastery level with this purchase.

Soul Bound: (Limit 1 per hunter; must have a living Magi/Player agree to lose a limb permanently to gain this weapon before purchasing) A Soul Bound Augmented Weapon, is crafted from a bone of a living Magi. These are rarer and more powerful, not only allowing all of the abilities of an Augmented Weapon but also allows the use of one minor spell as is listed below according to what type of Magi the bone was derived from. The biggest disadvantage of this type of weapon is that the magi can sense their own limb and thus track it down. (This weapon's magical abilities will only work when in your hand because of the weapon's rune specifying you as the one bonded to it. No other will be able to activate its abilities)

(Soul Bound Longsword) - A longsword forged for Ripley shortly before the riots in the Magi Relocation Camps. It was forged using the leg of Sterling Quinn, a Fire Magi. (Note: This has been previously discussed with and agreed upon by Bone Dry as a plot hook for both characters). Can use Flame II

Greater Runic Enhancement: War Sheathe- A gift from Ripley's family just after he graduated from the Royal Military academy. The sheathe is far larger than it has any need to be; six inches wide and nearly eight feet long. This serves a purpose as Ripley can place his sword within it and activate the runic circle engraved upon it's surface to transform the sheath into a much larger greatsword.War-sheathe

Main Rune: Create Blade: Turns the sheathe into a blade (which is what we are doing)

Outer Runes:
Delay: Delays the main rune's activation until the activation phrase "Glory in Battle" is spoken.
Enoopsieber: Sets the created blade's weight to 7 kilograms (just over 15.5 pounds)
Glue: Insures the sword stays in the sheathe while activated.
Reverse Fortify (Magic): Suppresses the Soul Bound weapon's magic so that it doesn't activate while the enchantment is active.
Delay Reverse: Undoes the enchantment when the cancellation phrase "Glory is mine" is called.

[b]Drakenguard 1&2, Caim[/b] as [i]Ripley Maddox[/i]