Meet the Chaps

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MiddleMan "Who on Earth is that dead-eye, monkey-grappling rotter!?" are often the last words that MiddleMan's hapless victims utter. And my how the body count tends to mount. All but the most elite defenders have little chance of stopping this one-man commando squad. Founder of Upset Chaps and lead attacker, MiddleMan is a defender's worst fragging nightmare.		ManicBud Madness, unfortunately, runs in Manic's family. Consequently his berserker attacks are both legendary and fearsome. He leads from behind, urging his troops on until he explodes in an incandescent blast of pure rage. His tongue is fabled too. Many's the enemy that has left his keyboard sobbing at one of Manic's quips.

Yella Reputedly of Oriental extraction Yella's intentions are as evil as his legendary counterpart Fu Manchu. Using smoke and mirrors he confounds his foe. His martial skills have been refined in countless Eastern dojos. But give him a shotgun and Quad, and Yella will bust you open as quick as a Kentucky redneck.		Sub-X With drums beating, it is the pride of Xulu that drives him into the teeth of overwhelming odds. Foul-mouthed with an attitude, there is a timebomb ticking in his chest. He has seen it all - and lived to tell the tale. A warrior prince in his native land he has sworn to show his English brothers how to kill with honour and ruthless efficiency.

RifleMan "A soldier who is designated to deliver discriminating and highly accurate rifle fire against targets which, because of range, size, location, fleeting nature or visibility cannot be engaged by the average rifleman". Hollow point brass flying everywhere, RifleMan waits calmly. He kneels, slipping a baffle over the muzzle, turns, adjusts for drift and draws a bead on the incoming runner. Without breathing he pumps a nine group into the escaping runner's back.		Slave Our great empire long abandoned, some remnants of those halcyon days remain. Slave, discovered on an old colonial sugar plantation, has been raised by the Chaps as a vicious, implacable guard minion. Unflappable, unshakable, Slave defends to the death and beyond. Semper fidelis, old boy, semper fidelis.

Aqua "It never rains but it pours". Aqua is battling her own demons. She fights to avenge a long-dead comrade. Her intellect clamps on her foes like a steel bear trap - Aqua's awesome tactical brain is always computing - looking for the edge to pulverise an unsuspecting enemy. Like water she flows silently, quiet, deadly but when their time is due Aqua lets rip a mighty deluge.		Bismark Either way you look at it - mighty battleship or devious statesman - you do not want to meet this man down a dark alleyway. His use of artillery is justly famed - the wail of exploding shells a constant drone around him. When you meet him on the battlefield - you will wish you had settled the matter bloodlessly in the corridors of power

Hercules In death, Hercules sits proud on Mount Olympus as a God. A son of Zeus, the mortal half of his soul walking the Elysian Fields of The Underworld at peace. At least it did until, invoking a ritual of blood and fire found in a decaying book in UC’s arcane library, Herc was resurrected to complete his 13th, final and most arduous labour.		Requiem "The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven" - You will curse whoever let this avenging angel into the arena. Old and wise, using mind as well as firepower, Requiem has the ability to transform a Heaven into Hell or a Hell into Heaven. Be ready to prepare a mass for the souls of your dead.

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		Atkins Equipped with a licence to use colour, Atkins has a purely servile role (one just can't get the staff). Official Upset Chaps valet, artist and bespoke tailor. As a lifelong Mac-user it wouldn't be cricket to let him play.

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Aqua "It never rains but it pours". Aqua is battling her own demons. She fights to avenge a long-dead comrade. Her intellect clamps on her foes like a steel bear trap - Aqua's awesome tactical brain is always computing - looking for the edge to pulverise an unsuspecting enemy. Like water she flows silently, quiet, deadly but when their time is due Aqua lets rip a mighty deluge.		The Blue Cat The signs are obvious. Banners and flags in shreds; bodies everywhere. BlueCat is in the Base. He likes to toy with his victims - puncturing their flesh, licking their blood and pricking his ears at the long drawn out screams of the tortured dying. From pillar to pillar he leaps - always landing on his feet. You may kill him once; you may kill him twice, but this cat has endless lives. For more on this ferocious feline, see Ode on a Blue Cat.

Wrah Equipped with a fearsome set of teeth - and an successful predator's brain - Wrah roars in victory like a true Jurassic T-Rex. Of longstanding excellence Wrah likes to toy with his opponents - outwitting them before taking the pleasure of the final head shot		Phreaky No Icon and text

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Aqua
"It never rains but it pours". Aqua is battling her own demons. She fights to avenge a long-dead comrade. Her intellect clamps on her foes like a steel bear trap - Aqua's awesome tactical brain is always computing - looking for the edge to pulverise an unsuspecting enemy. Like water she flows silently, quiet, deadly but when their time is due Aqua lets rip a mighty deluge.

Pip
Great expectations surround this sapling. Supple and quick - his youth adds to his deadly reflexes. Pip is in and Pip is out - leaving only a set of third eyes as evidence of his passing. Hip, hip - young Pip!

Flame Flame
As the fire from his hatred swells, the ground beneath cracks and moans. Heat strakes fly from all directions as the glowing embers pulse. No longer can he control it, like a fireball, he releases himself towards the enemy. With a phsychotic laugh, he engulfs the defence and burns them alive.

Summoner
The rain on the flagroom window - rumble of thunder down in the valley. All is quiet. With hardly a whisper the standard is gone - conjured into the night. The guards awake and curse the day this soulless minion of the dark defouled their base. They pick up the hunt. Their second mistake - what once were heads are only holes - where once were limbs are only stumps. How's that for a conjuring trick?

Roc
He is the rock upon which your ship will surely flounder. He is the giant beast of mythology who is going to fly off with you in his talons and drop you from a great height just to see how well you frag. He is Roc. Rock hard. And no way you are going to live to tell the tale

Devine
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil Defenders. Blessed is he who shepherds the Flag through the valley of darkness. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to outsmart and destroy my Clanmates. And you know my name is Devine when I lay my shotgun blast upon you."

The Blue Cat
The signs are obvious. Banners and flags in shreds; bodies everywhere. BlueCat is in the Base. He likes to toy with his victims - puncturing their flesh, licking their blood and pricking his ears at the long drawn out screams of the tortured dying. From pillar to pillar he leaps - always landing on his feet. You may kill him once; you may kill him twice, but this cat has endless lives. For more on this ferocious feline, see Ode on a Blue Cat.

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Lukas Lukas exhibited raw talent when he first stepped up to Quake. This man just kept ploughing through the opposition like an American through overly-large hot-dogs. It's a shame he's no longer with us...		Psychopaxe Unfortunately for the Chaps, French Psychopaxe has retired to Yemen where he is physically armed with a real AK-47 (some French National Service thing). Hopefully, when the Chaps are in need, and no-one else can help, we can call on.....Psychopaxe.

Eclipse Reginald Mortimer Tarquin Eclipse was destined for greatness. Having gone to King's College, Cambridge, Eclipse was admitted to the Bar at the age of 20 (he also ran a small bakery in Surrey). Now 74, Eclipse whiles away his time playing with his grandchildren and has finally ceased fragging the shit out of losers who desperately needed to die.