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	Deadreef
	Player: Backneedle/Zero
Origin:	Mutation
Archetype:	Stalker
Threat Level:	50
Server:	Confidential
	Personal Data
Real Name:	'
Known Aliases:	'
Species:	Shark Man
Age:	?
Height:	Same as Captain Mako
Weight:	Same as Captain Mako
Eye Color:	Red
Hair Color:	either Black or None
	Biographical Data
Nationality:	'
Occupation:	'
Place of Birth:	'
Base of Operations:	'
Marital Status:	'
Known Relatives:	'
	Known Powers
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	Known Abilities
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	Equipment
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Latest revision as of 04:20, 24 October 2025

Dead Reef: The Shadow Beneath

“Are you sure this guy’s around here?” “Quiet, Rat! You want the Corolax to hear you?”

That shut him up. Nobody jokes about Corolax. They’ve haunted these waters since before men learned to crawl out of them — old things with patience and hunger. You respect them… or you vanish beneath the tide.

So Rat followed Rainer under the dock of Sharkhead Isle, keeping his questions to himself. Their job was simple: find someone. Stay alive while doing it.

They crept through barnacle-crusted beams until they reached a cave where the hill met the pier. The entrance was crusted with sea salt and draped in rotten seaweed, the air thick with brine and decay. Rat leaned closer, squinting at the rock face. Long, gouging scars cut across the stone like the marks of a beast dragged from nightmares.

“This looks like a Corolax nest,” Rat muttered. “The perfect place to live if you don’t want company,” Rainer replied, raising his voice toward the dark. “Oi! We know you’re in there! Come out—we just want to—”

He didn’t finish.

Something moved. A shadow detached itself from the blackness, faster than thought, and slammed a fist into Rainer’s gut. The impact made a sound like a cannon thudding underwater. Rainer folded instantly, gasping and choking. The shockwave alone knocked Rat to the ground, the air thick with salt and dust.

When he lifted his head, he froze. The figure that stepped into the light was unmistakable — the broad chest, the serrated fins jutting from his arms, the cold eyes that gleamed like predator’s steel.

Captain Mako.

No—almost Mako.

Rat’s blood went cold. “P-please, Mr. Mako—we didn’t mean no harm! We’re just lookin’ for Deadreef!”

The figure tilted his head, voice low and sharp as broken coral. “What do you want with Deadreef?”

“We—uh—we need him to kill someone,” Rat stammered.

A pause. “What do you have to offer?”

“N-nothing! We were just told to tell him who to—”

“Then you’re wasting my time.” He turned back toward the cave, shadows sliding off his shoulders like water.

Rainer, still clutching his stomach, grabbed the man’s leg. “Wait… Deadreef.”

That made the shark-man stop. He looked down, eyes narrowing.

“We know you want to surpass Mako,” Rainer wheezed. “We can give you that chance.”

Deadreef’s gills flared slightly. “I don’t want to beat my mentor,” he said, voice calm but heavy. “I want to eclipse him — to carve a legend sharper than his teeth.”

“Fine,” Rainer rasped. “We’ve got a target that’ll do it.”

That earned the faintest flicker of interest.

“He’s the man who bested Mako, once. Took him apart in single combat. Mako only won after rallying his crew. He thinks the man’s dead — body tossed overboard. But he’s back, working in the dark, hunting Mako and the rest of us.”

Deadreef’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know he’s not just some pretender?”

Rainer’s tone hardened. “Because I was there. I helped Mako put him down. He was captain of the Black Powder. A tyrant who’d slit your throat for breathing wrong. We threw him to the depths, but lately… men from that crew have been vanishing. Each one got a note first — a scrap of paper with the old sigil drawn in blood.”

He swallowed. “We got ours, too.”

Deadreef studied them, the scent of fear thick in the air. Pathetic men clinging to survival. But their offer stirred something dangerous inside him — ambition. The thought of slaying the man his mentor couldn’t? That was a hunt worthy of him.

“Why not ask Barracuda?” Deadreef asked. “She’s Mako’s favorite.”

“Barracuda only fights for herself,” Rainer said bitterly. “You, though… you want to prove you’re better than Mako. What better way than killing the ghost that haunts him?”

The tide hissed against the rocks. Deadreef stared past them, toward the black water. For a moment, the shark-man seemed utterly still. Then his grin cut across his face like a wound.

“What’s his name?” said Dead Reef with the straightest face he can muster. . . .

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+| species = Shark Man
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+| age = ?
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-“Are you sure this guy is around here?”
+Dead Reef: The Shadow Beneath
-“Quiet! You want the Corolax to hear you?”
-Corolax are not things you mess with. They’ve been here longer than man has been around, you either respect them or be dragged under. So Rat didn’t question Rainer about his warning as they go under a dock off the coast of Sharkhead Isle. Their job was to find someone, not get killed, so Rat kept his mouth shut.
+“Are you sure this guy’s around here?”
-They found a cave where the pier and hill met. The entrance was covered in sea salt and seaweed that washed up to shore. But the closer you looked at the rocks surrounding the entrance, you can see what looked like claw marks.
+“Quiet, Rat! You want the Corolax to hear you?”
-“This looks like a Corolax home,” said Rat.
-“The perfect place to go where you don’t want to be bothered.” Looking at the cave entrance, Rainer shouted, “Oi! We know you’re in there! Come out, we go. . . “ Rainer got cut off as the wind in his lungs was pushed out. A shadow had come out of the cave and stopped in front of Rainer while driving his fist into Rainer’s stomach. He fell to his knees gasping for air while trying to stay conscious. Rat was thrown to the ground by the sheer force of the punch. He sat back up and was looking at the back of the “shadow” and he blood ran cold. The figure he was looking at had the uncanny appearance of Captain Mako.
+That shut him up. Nobody jokes about Corolax. They’ve haunted these waters since before men learned to crawl out of them — old things with patience and hunger. You respect them… or you vanish beneath the tide.
-“Please, Mr. Mako, we didn’t mean no harm! We was just looking for Deadreef!” Rat begged as he went on his knees face down, completely submissive.
-“What do you want with Deadreef?” said the man.
+So Rat followed Rainer under the dock of Sharkhead Isle, keeping his questions to himself. Their job was simple: find someone. Stay alive while doing it.
-“We need him to kill a man,” squeaked Rat.
-“What do you have to offer?”
+They crept through barnacle-crusted beams until they reached a cave where the hill met the pier. The entrance was crusted with sea salt and draped in rotten seaweed, the air thick with brine and decay. Rat leaned closer, squinting at the rock face. Long, gouging scars cut across the stone like the marks of a beast dragged from nightmares.
-“Offer? We was just told, to tell you who to kill”
-“Then this is a waste of time,” the man was turning around to go back into the cave, when Rainer grabbed him by the leg. The man turned to face Rainer, he was still gasping for air but managed to look up at the man.
+“This looks like a Corolax nest,” Rat muttered.
-“Trust us, this is not a waste of time. . . Deadreef.”
+“The perfect place to live if you don’t want company,” Rainer replied, raising his voice toward the dark. “Oi! We know you’re in there! Come out—we just want to—”
-Dead Reef turned around to face Rainer, as he was getting up. Still holding his stomach, he managed to continue despite the pain, “We know you want to beat Mako, and we can give you that chance.”
-“I’m not interested in beating my mentor. I want to surpass him, make a name for myself as he has.” Dead Reef stated.
+He didn’t finish.
-“Fine, surpass him. We have a deal for you that could give you that chance.” Said Rainer. “We have a man that needs to be killed. A man that has bested your mentor on one on one but was defeated when Mako rallied his mates and took him down. To Mako’s knowledge this man is dead, but the bastard survived and is working in the shadows to get his revenge on Mako and the men who followed him.”
-“How do you know this man is still alive and not some wannabe?”
+Something moved. A shadow detached itself from the blackness, faster than thought, and slammed a fist into Rainer’s gut. The impact made a sound like a cannon thudding underwater. Rainer folded instantly, gasping and choking. The shockwave alone knocked Rat to the ground, the air thick with salt and dust.
-“Oh, I know it’s him. I was part of that group of men that fought at Mako’s side to defeat him. He was the original captain of the Black Powder. He was a tyrant that would kill his mates if they even breathed the wrong way. Mako was the only one who stood up to him but was constantly bested by him. Even though Mako doesn’t care too much for anyone, he was intelligent. He knew that by rallying the remaining men defeating the captain would be a guarantee. We succeeded, and the captain’s body was thrown overboard. Mako took the position of Captain and the rest was history.
-Or so we thought. Recently, many of the men were receiving strange pieces of paper with the symbol of the Black Powder, drawn in blood. Then one by one, they have disappeared. Rat and I have received the papers too, who knows how long we’ve got. But we need this man dead, and you’re the one who can do it.”
+When he lifted his head, he froze. The figure that stepped into the light was unmistakable — the broad chest, the serrated fins jutting from his arms, the cold eyes that gleamed like predator’s steel.
-“Why aren’t you asking Barracuda? As much as I hate to admit it, she’s Mako’s favorite at the moment.” Asked Deadreef.
-“Barracuda only has interests in her endeavors, she wouldn’t do this even if it meant that Mako could lose his life. You, however, you want to prove yourself better than Mako. What better way, than by defeating the man your mentor couldn’t defeat?”
+Captain Mako.
-Dead Reef took a look at the men, they were good at hiding it, but he could smell the fear within them. As much as this was a sad attempt to keep themselves alive, the opportunity of besting Mako don’t come that often. The thought of finally showing Mako that not only is Deadreef a good disciple but an actual rival? As cool and collected as Dead Reef seem to be, he was getting really pumped.
-“What is this man’s name?” said Dead Reef with the straightest face he can muster. . . .
+No—almost Mako.
+Rat’s blood went cold. “P-please, Mr. Mako—we didn’t mean no harm! We’re just lookin’ for Deadreef!”
+The figure tilted his head, voice low and sharp as broken coral. “What do you want with Deadreef?”
+“We—uh—we need him to kill someone,” Rat stammered.
+A pause. “What do you have to offer?”
+“N-nothing! We were just told to tell him who to—”
+“Then you’re wasting my time.” He turned back toward the cave, shadows sliding off his shoulders like water.
+Rainer, still clutching his stomach, grabbed the man’s leg. “Wait… Deadreef.”
+That made the shark-man stop. He looked down, eyes narrowing.
+“We know you want to surpass Mako,” Rainer wheezed. “We can give you that chance.”
+Deadreef’s gills flared slightly. “I don’t want to beat my mentor,” he said, voice calm but heavy. “I want to eclipse him — to carve a legend sharper than his teeth.”
+“Fine,” Rainer rasped. “We’ve got a target that’ll do it.”
+That earned the faintest flicker of interest.
+“He’s the man who bested Mako, once. Took him apart in single combat. Mako only won after rallying his crew. He thinks the man’s dead — body tossed overboard. But he’s back, working in the dark, hunting Mako and the rest of us.”
+Deadreef’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know he’s not just some pretender?”
+Rainer’s tone hardened. “Because I was there. I helped Mako put him down. He was captain of the Black Powder. A tyrant who’d slit your throat for breathing wrong. We threw him to the depths, but lately… men from that crew have been vanishing. Each one got a note first — a scrap of paper with the old sigil drawn in blood.”
+He swallowed. “We got ours, too.”
+Deadreef studied them, the scent of fear thick in the air. Pathetic men clinging to survival. But their offer stirred something dangerous inside him — ambition. The thought of slaying the man his mentor couldn’t? That was a hunt worthy of him.
+“Why not ask Barracuda?” Deadreef asked. “She’s Mako’s favorite.”
+“Barracuda only fights for herself,” Rainer said bitterly. “You, though… you want to prove you’re better than Mako. What better way than killing the ghost that haunts him?”
+The tide hissed against the rocks. Deadreef stared past them, toward the black water. For a moment, the shark-man seemed utterly still. Then his grin cut across his face like a wound.
+“What’s his name?” said Dead Reef with the straightest face he can muster. . . .
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