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Xavirne
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12-04-2013, 02:38 PM
Threat Level
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SPOILERX
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Originally Posted by ISOS Duke
INTRODUCTION
Hmm? Wha- Who's bothering me n--- Oh, hello. I am your Hime and you may refer to me as such. You will be there to help me right? After all, we're a team now. Don't you worry yourself any, I won't just leave you there to die, I'm stronger than I look. Don't let my small stature and innocent face fool you, I'm quite the force to be reckoned with in combat; after all, one can't become a senior agent on good looks and money alone. What, you don't believe me? You really underestimate me that much? Well, how about you put your money where your mouth is?
IDENTIFICATION CARD FOR AGENT HIME
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Threat Level: 37
Name: Olivia Estelle Rue Parker
Code Name: Hime
Alliance: Agent
Position: Senior Agent B
Age: Twenty-nine
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight, though can come off as bi-sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Height: four foot, eleven inches
Weight: 97 pounds
Body Type: Petite
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Electric Blue
Other: Has ears pierced once and always has blue butterfly wings in her hair. Enjoys playing the violin. PERSONALITY
Personality? I'm perfect, what more is there to say? I'm a princess and behave as such so you should treat me as such, do I make myself clear? What's with that look? I told you to treat me like a princess, you'll regret it if you don't... ATTITUDE TEST INFORMATION ON FILE FOR AGENT HIME
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Hime has been among those listed as showing bi-polar tendencies. Though she can treat her team and others like the most important people in the world, in the same breath she can go about ripping them to shreds with mere words. It is not uncommon for the woman to use her small stature and large blue eyes as a weapon against others as she ensures that things (including missions) and taken care of in the way she wants them to be. The woman does know how to compromise though as she is not one to be oblivious to the fact that the majority stands against her; however, in her mind, should the compormise be chosen, she has won for it was her 'idea'. Even with a venom tongue, Hime will not leave a teammate behind, nor will she leave a job unfinished.
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Weapons: V.O.L.F. A vertical ordinance, long-range fighting mech. This mech can quickly process information that the SFA sends out to their teams. The mech can be controlled both by the SFA or, as it usually is, by Hime. Her butterfly wing hair pins also double as daggers, the pattern on the wing being a piece of technology also allows for them to be bombs; one wing is a high impact explosive while the other serves as a tear gas bomb.
Abilities/Powers: Analysist and battle strategist. Can quickly process current events, many times to the smallest detail, and act or plan accordingly. Can work even in pinch situations to minimize loss and/or damages. Also fluid in French and Italian due to her mother's work. Hime is also excellent in hand-to-hand combat, training herself so that she can fight successfully in any situation.
Skills Lacking: Don't entrust her with items of importance if they aren't hers, she will lose them. From time to time, she may lose something of her own as well. She's just forgetful. HISTORY
I am the daughter of a Congressman and a fashion designer, both whom had never anticipated having any children. In fact, I was only conceived due to a night of intoxication after both parties had received news of their successful endeavors. The two however, were not married, nor engaged and after their romp of the night, went their two separate ways until one day, Rue's future father was greeted by a very frazzled beauty on his doorstep early one morning. Upon hearing the news, like many panicked couples, they wed and 6 months later, being premature, the tiny, wonderful me was born.
My premature birth worried the two parents and I was put on constant watch by private doctors until I was a toddler and it was more than evident that the child would live. Both parents worked constantly, my mother traveling the world to put on fashion shows and photoshoots while my father, when home, would lock himself in his office, behind a mountain of papers and old leather bound books. This didn't necessarily upset me and the constant attention from the household maids was enough to keep me happy.
As years went by and I began to grow old enough for school, my parents started fighting in the limited time that they would see each other. From time to time it was about school and how the girl was to be educated, other times it was about how I was always locked up in the house which usually led to arguments about how me being home was like a punishment to her father. I eventually caught on to their fighting and saw how it caused the maids to scurry about and do whatever they could to appease the fighting couple and to keep them from fighting in front of me. Never once did the I cry though, rather, I learned from that behavior and soon found that my anger and demands got me further than my cheerful behavior did.
Though my parents didn't divorce, they did live apart from each other, I was taken in by my mother whom quickly enrolled me into public schooling. It was in the early years of elementary school that I learned that my bossy demeanor did not work on my classmates as well as it did on the maids at home; they would ignore me, tell on me, and just did not do as I wished. After numerous complaints by parents, my mother pulled me from my first school and enrolled me into another. That was there I was able to really start the Princess act. I found that acting meek and silent, almost innocent to a fault brought about a desired reaction.
As time went on, the attention just drew on to be the same and it got borning. On top of that, my parents just seemed so disinterested in anything that I was doing, leaving the maids to fawn over me as they always did. So, was does any self respecting child do that wants the attention of her parents as well? Why join the military of course! Yup, that's what I did and I was good at it. Combat wasn't so much my thing, but of course I had to learn some of that as well. I can fight, but I don't like to. My scores soared in battle tactics, after all, in order to manipulate people, you have to be aware of a situation and details. This just allows me to boss more people around. It's safe to say that my parents were very verbal about what I was doing, but they couldn't do much with the amount of attention I was getting from it.
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Originally Posted by a91nicole
INTRODUCTION
I'm Artemis. Now I'm pretty new to SFA, okay very new. Part of what drew me to them and vice versa is my knowledge and interest on the mythology of ancient cultures. Let's just say I didn't get in here on my brawn necessarily. A lot of it is my cleverness and understanding of the sacred. I do also come from Europe which has something to do with it, as it's a land steeped in mythology and arcanum of the past. IDENTIFICATION CARD FOR AGENT ARTEMIS
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Threat Level: 25
Name: Eve Rathburn
Code Name: Artemis
Alliance: Agent
Position: New Agent B
Age: Twenty-two
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 140 lbs
Body Type: Athletic, similar to a tennis player’s body.
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Dark Blue
Other: She does have a tattoo written in latin on her rib cage. The text, in English reads:
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
Note: This is a quote from Homer’s Odyssey, which Artemis is very fond of. PERSONALITY
I am largely an intellectual. I enjoy a conversation that challenges me, and a job that challenges me. I do like to joke around, though I typically play more in the lands of satire, sarcasm, and wit than in the land of simpleton humor. I love to teach and share and read, but I do have little patience for those of small mind. I am outgoing, but if a crowd seems unwilling to share or simply unpleasant, I will not be a jester for their entertainment.
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Artemis is very eloquent with her words, and a good choice for delicate conversations. She knows how to remain calm throughout a controversial discussion. She is not necessarily an aggressive type. She does show signs of being willing to spar, and of enjoying it, but not needlessly. Agent Artemis seldom raises her voice, and only raises it to be heard over a crowd, not to yell. Generally, she is a pleasant enough character- she can speak with most people and is outgoing. She is very intelligent, though her area of expertise does fall on the arcanums and mythologies of ancient culture. That knowledge can be helpful when dealing with certain creatures, though she does have a habit of going into long-winded tales of myths and heroes. When it comes time to get work done, however, she is very clever. She focuses.
Now on the other side of the coin, Artemis has displayed frustration with others. It is usually shown when she feels people don’t respect intellect. Pretentious would be a fitting word in some situations. She is also very skilled at insulting someone in a way that sounds simply beautiful, but when a little thought is put into it, it is quite offensive. Though not quick to temper, her tongue is sharp. Another thing of note is that Artemis does not respect those that do not respect her. Though her intelligence scores were impressive, her teachers did include notes about how she would refuse to listen to them if she disagreed. Artemis also has, on more than one occasion, commandeered a class period and systematically proven a teacher wrong. Though generally harmless to others physically, she can be quite a frustrating person should she decide someone is of inferior intelligence.
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Weapons: She carries a compound bow that has a variety of arrow options. Some explode on contact, others can poison, some carry diseases inside their tips. Some of the arrows carry an electric current with can be used to stun creatures as well. Artemis is a nearly perfect marksman with a bow, which is why she uses it rather than some of the extremely high tech weapons. For close combat, she does carry two pistols. She has also been trained in hand to hand combat, though her bow is certainly her go to weapon. And of course, she has her weapon to use on the criminals should they disobey.
Abilities/Powers: Artemis possesses Ajax, a massive white stag that she can ride. Though an animal, Ajax is able to identify the supernatural a bit before Artemis would be able too (one of the most treasured gifts of the stag throughout mythology, she’ll tell you). Though he is nowhere near as skilled as an identifier is, he does give Artemis a bit of protection if for some reason she were to be alone. She does ride Ajax during battle to aid her in staying on edges of the fight, where her intelligence and impeccable aim can be put to the best use.
Skills Lacking: She is not very strong physically. Though she knows the technique of hand-to-hand combat, her body strength is only so much. Artemis is not necessarily a fighter. She has incredible knowledge of the weaknesses of the supernatural beings, but typically she leaves fighting for the more qualified agents. Artemis is also very quick to judgement, and humility is a word that is hardly in her vocabulary. Also we do have to note that she called an agent “A fusty nut with no kernel” when he make the mistake of saying Artemis was the goddess of the moon, when in fact, according to her, Artemis only became associated with the moon during the Renaissance. So yes, one of her flaws is that she can be quite rude. HISTORY
I was born to a professor and a writer. Therefore what became of me seems fitting. As the offspring of such intellectuals, I was raised to be one myself. My parents were so proud when I bit my thumb at a very dull shop worker. For those of you that have not read the original Romeo and Juliet, to bite your thumb at someone is the same as giving them the middle finger.
My first poem as a child was The Odyssey, and from that point on I found myself fascinated by the culture that once ruled the European world. Growing up in France, I was surrounded by the artwork of the ancients, and my family and I would travel to Italy often to see Rome. Naturally, I found my home in ancient cultures and literature, and throughout school I made it my business learn as much as I could with the resources given me.
I had friends like anyone else, but we never seemed to hit the ‘stupid teenager’ phase that so many do. As I progressed through my schooling, I found my interests focused the most on ancient beasts, demons, animals. This interest of mine is of course a large part of why I made it to SFA in the first place. I also worked extremely hard in my subjects because I wanted to go into the SFA; I knew my calling would be in a job where I could use my knowledge and not just tell others as a teacher. After taking the test, I was quite pleased with my score, and I found myself here. I’m still very new to the job but I cannot wait to pursue it further.
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Tch, no thanks. Introductions aren't my style. IDENTIFICATION CARD FOR AGENT REINO
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Threat Level: 311
Name: Reese Kane O'Mallie
Code Name: Reino
Alliance: Criminal
Position: Identifier B
Age: Twenty-nine
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Height: Six foot five inches
Weight: 187 pounds
Body Type: Mesomorph, but more on the lean side
Hair: Short and black
Eyes: Narrow and gold
Other: Reino always wears a suit and tie and his hands are always veiled by gloves. PERSONALITY
It's best if you just stop pestering me to fill this out. I don't like completing petty tasks and I certainly don't want to "open up" and "share" with the likes of you. If I must say one thing, I absolutely loathe those "happy-go-lucky" individuals. They make me barf rainbows and butterflies. I was supposed to be on Sycom's team. I gave him a death threat. Now I'm paired with Hime. Great... ATTITUDE TEST INFORMATION ON FILE FOR AGENT REINO
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As noted by his cold and haughty behavior, Reino is probably one of the least friendly people you'll ever met. Reino has no qualms when it comes to betrayal and murder. It's why his Threat Level is so off the charts; he simply does not care. Reino is indifferent and lacking empathy. He's the kind of guy that would kick a puppy if it just so happened to block his path. Besides being a total ass, Reino does have his redeeming qualities. Although completely untrustworthy,he'll save your ass -- and, please, don't be grateful, he's only doing it to save himself the hassle of extra paperwork. Reino's IQ is off the charts too. Prior to falling into the criminal way of life, Reino was slated to be a researcher at the SFA. A final note about Reino, don't boss him around. Just let him do what he wants. Any form of authority... well, it's how his last agent leader died. The only reason he's kept around is because he's the best Identifier we've ever seen.
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Weapons/Purium: His preferred weapon of choice is his gold pistol, which also serves as his Purium. When he grabs the gun with his right arm, he can activate the Purium. The gun then becomes a part of his body and serves as his new "hand." Once the gun-arm is in tact, Reino can alter the type of gun at will. He currently has the ability to use a pistol, SMG, shotgun, and sniper rifle. Again, all of which are a part of his right arm. The bullets that shoot from his arm-gun aren't real bullets; rather, they are beams of energy that is supplied from Reino's bond with his Purium. To end the arm-gun, Reino grabs the gun-hand with his left hand. This deactivates the Purium and allows him to use the gun as a normal weapon.
Abilities/Powers: Aside from the ability to have a hand-gun (literally), Reino is also very skilled in espionage and assassinations. For five solid years, Reino was on the SFA's "Most Wanted" list due to his heinous crimes. The only reason he came out of hiding was because he was offered a chance to live, rather than die.
Skills Lacking: Charisma and all social skills. Reino is a very independent man and likes to make that point well-known. He hates people and he hates working with others. He's a loner and keeps to himself. Talk to him, we dare you. HISTORY
I've always been a loner, and a studious one at that. I was the "prodigal" son to two well-known geniuses. My mother works as a head surgeon and Rick is an engineer. Yes, Rick. I am an only child, which is why I can come across spoiled at times (the SFA made me say that). Living in the shadows of two famous people made me a bit bitter. I needed to prove my worth and succeed in something they couldn't do. Originally, I thought that would be art. Then I tried to paint something and I ended up throwing the easel across the room. Next career goal was an athlete. Too bad I don't play nice with others. By the time my senior year rolled around, I was working in a lab. I've always been good with understanding quantities and properties. A chemist was in my future, but I was also really good at reverse engineering things. Upon completing the Aptitude Test, I received a letter from the SFA for a research position. It was a glorious idea. I was going to take it. Then, I received a letter to become an agent.
I worked for the SFA for maybe a month as a "new recruit" and it was a very interesting job. I could see why they wanted me to be a field agent rather than a lab monkey. I was good, unbelievably good. I could deduct and detect things faster than most.
One day, we received a call. A breech occurred in a hospital. The victim...
Mom.
No one would tell me anything. I was forced off the team. I was actually put on suspension due to a significant raise in my Threat Level (I was a steady 7 and jumped to a dangerous level of 49).
I honestly think they were morons. They should have let me help. Had they, I might not have turned criminal. I might have... been better off.
I knew there were files in the hospital she worked in. And I needed to know the truth. From that very moment on, I became a wanted criminal. I broke into the hospital record file and learned that my mother was murdered for not saving some guy's girlfriend. He went mental and slashed my mom's throat. I watched him eat her body. That just pissed me off. I sought vengeance.
I stole and I spied. I needed to find my mom's killer's name. And that's when my name started attracting the attention of notoriously bad men. It probably helped that I was an ex-SFA agent. I knew where the cameras where. I knew where the scanners were. I know who to avoid. I was able to avoid the eyes of the SFA. Because of this, I worked a spy for several organizations. It was a good, fun life. From 18 to 22, I did petty crimes (I consider espionage to be petty). Nothing that would really raise my Threat Level above 200. Then, one night as I was coming back to my shack, I saw the eyes of a man who ruined everything for me. In an instant, my Threat Level jumped from 180 to 311. I killed him in cold blood. And it didn't phase me one bit. For the next five years, I did what I wanted. I killed and I killed.
Two years ago, I saw a message on a wall from the SFA. It was a trap, but I was drawn to the message because I knew the writing all too well. That's when I met Agent Daliah, the head of the SFA, my former partner. She told me that if I came with her, she wouldn't kill me on the spot. She said I was too good an agent to lose to corruption. I agreed. Since that night, I've been the "loyal" doberman of the SFA. I kill because they ask me to. I spy because they need me to. I do all they ask of me. It's the perfect job for me, really. I get to be an agent, but I get to work around the morals of the law.
INTRODUCTION
Greetings, fellow SFA member. I would say agent but, alas, I'm no agent. Sadly, I'm guilty as charged. For what, you ask? Arson. Burn, baby, burn! I'm so hot I'm going to make that famed Vlady boy melt. But, in all seriousness, you haven't need to worry about me. You see, unlike some of the criminals here, my arson was done with a sound reason, but I'll get into that later. For now, let me leave you with this friendly hello. IDENTIFICATION CARD FOR AGENT ASHES
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Threat Level: 129
Name: Lucas Skywalker
Code Name: Ashes
Alliance: Criminal
Position: Reino's temporary replacement (Identifier B)
Former Position: Special Ops 009
Age: Thirty-six
Sex: Male
Orientation: Likes "classy cats" (ladies)
Relationship Status: Single
Height: Five foot five inches
Weight: Above 100 and something pounds
Body Type: Slender and almost cat-like
Hair: Multi-colored. It's shades of gray with a green highlight on the fringe.
Eyes: Yellow green
Other: Has an eyebrow ring on his right and wears an eye patch over his left eye. PERSONALITY
I'm simply purrrrfect. No really, I am. I suppose that little line won't suffice though, so allow me to go into further detail. As you can tell, I love to talk. I have no problem talking and you'll probably find me quite fun, too. I love to play and stretch my legs. Want to play outside? Well, I might wander off into a sunny patch and nap, but don't worry, I'm still alert and aware.
You might be catching onto something. Something fishy, or should I say pawesome. Why yes, I identify with a cat. Yes, I'm lazy like those migrating house ornaments, but I'm also a hunter and tracker. There's no monster that can escape my eyes. I'm fast and have excellent reflexes. Like a cat, I do always land on my feet. I also have nine lives. How many have a used thus far? Well, that's my secret.
Oh, I'm told I should probably move onto another part of this profile. How sad, I had so much more I wanted to share. Perhaps another day? ATTITUDE TEST INFORMATION ON FILE FOR AGENT ASHES
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Narcissistic, playboy who is absolutely lazy. He really is like a cat in ever sense of the word. The only time he's not lazy is when he's hungry and on the prowl for food or when a lady's life is on the line. He's the first to volunteer to help a lovely miss and he's also one of the only agents at the SFA that listen. Granted, you should carry a bag of cat nip and Whisker Lickin's around if you want him to listen. Still, he does obey if a treat of sorts is involved.
Be wary of him though, he might seem "soft" and "cuddly," but he'll turn on a dime. Just watch his ears and you'll get a sense for when he's about to strike! Overall though, Ashes is not a threat. His bite might hurt, but he's really a sweetheart underneath all that haughty fur of his.
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Weapons/Purium: Like some, his Purium is forever attached to him. For Ashes, that would be those lovely ears atop his head. Now some might assume he has extreme hearing, and he does, but that's not his specialty. But we'll get into that later. For now, know that Ashes' weapon is... a ball of yarn. Or so it looks as such at first glance. Upon further inspection, you'll discover it's really a whip or a lasso. He can manipulate his ball of yarn however he wants.
Abilities/Powers: Ashes' special talent lies in his ability to shift into a legit cat. He's a shapeshifter, which is unheard of. He's a slate gray cat when he's not using much of his Purium. But the stronger his Purium grows, the larger he gets, until he becomes a full-sized black panther that is large enough to ride. To sweeten the deal, he can breathe fire. Fancy that, a fire breathing panther.
Skills Lacking: He's terrified of water and cannot swim. He is actually a people person and loves to talk. One might call him a noisy kitty, which can be problematic as he never knows when to shut his yap. Ashes is also easily peeved. Step on him or put him the wrong way and he'll be sure to lash out. HISTORY
All his life, Ashes had everything. The love of both his parents and a house full of riches and goods. His father was an inventor and his mother a veterinarian. Ashes was their miracle child. The one thing they were told they couldn't have. As soon as he was born, the two quit their jobs and took up home schooling him. That was his life until he turned sixteen and decided to submit to the military.
At first glance, the military wasn't interested. Then, upon further testing and training, they found themselves lucky. At the age of eighteen, Ashes joined the military and moved swiftly through the ranks, eventually moving from a soldier to a Special Ops sniper. For the next six years, he served in this role. Around the age of 25, he was about to leave his role but decided against it. He smelled something fishy in one of the units he worked alongside.
Sure enough, there was something fishy going down. The commander of that squad was a dirty man. He needed removing. But how could he remove that guy? And, to make it worse, the entire squad. All of them were crooked and trying to overthrow the government.
One night, he moved. He did the only thing he could think of. Talk to his senior officer. That news spread and Ashes was tasked with a very burdensome mission. Burn. Burn it all down.
The flames removed them. Removed everything about them. The government didn't want word to get out about these villains. Sadly, killing all of those criminals labeled Ashes one. Graciously, though, he accepted his punishment, happy to know that his arson was for the safety of others.
Upon being shipped to the SFA, his offer put in a good word for the guy. At the age of 27, he underwent a series of tests, perhaps too many. It was then when he became an Identifier who could breathe fire. But they put him through one more test and that test is what altered him permanently. Ears sprung up on his head and he lost his human ears in the process.
The army, completely backing this testing, was looking for a way to create super soldiers. Sadly, the SFA failed that job and the army decided well-trained humans and robots would have to work.
With Ashes now a "freak" of the SFA, he to be put down. He protested* and ended up creating the Special Ops Tactical Force (SOTF), which is comprised of thirteen highly trained agents and one criminal, Ashes. Being the cat of the group, he was assigned as 009, for nine lives. He has served in this role since he was 28. For eight solid years, he has been the final force of the SFA. If he and his comrades fall, all is lost. Only, the SOTF never fail. They can't. The odds are stacked in their favor. Ashes' "freakish" nature is only the beginning of what SOTF hides....
*Upon protesting, he was forced to undergo constant tests and research with a classified lab in the SFA. Only a select few outside SOTF and this lab know of him. In fact, he's so special that he has his own room away from everyone else. Granted, all have probably seen him before. Ever notice a cat in the cafeteria? Yes, that's him.
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Originally Posted by Aoi Kazuya
INTRODUCTION
Hey, so I was told to introduce myself? My name's Ciprian Astrauckas, but don't bother trying to remember it if you think it's too long. Just call me Cias. I don't really care how you call me, so feel free to use either name, just make sure to pronounce it correctly.
What is there for me to tell you? They should really be more specific about the things they want us to say, but to be quite honest, I probably wouldn't answer most of the things people would want to have answered anyway. Let's just get through the basic information first then. This is just the stuff you can find from my identification card.
IDENTIFICATION CARD FOR AGENT CIAS
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Threat Level: Some numba over 100. XD
Name: Ciprian Astrauckas
Code Name: Cias
Alliance: Criminal
Position: Enhancer B
Age: Twenty-Three
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bi
Relationship Status: Single
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 142 lbs
Body Type: Ectomorph
Hair: Grey-Black
Eyes: Pink
Other: Has wings tattooed onto his back and piercings in both ears PERSONALITY
Congrats on making it through some of the technical information. I don't really understand why you need to know these things about me but whatever, it's protocol or something.
My likes and dislikes...I like animals. Don't see them very often anymore, but I like them. They're different from people, more...natural. Don't give me that look, judging just because you think you're better than me. I have my reasons for liking the things I do, I don't see why I should feel obligated to inform you of everything though. As for dislikes, I don't like being pressured to do anything against what I believe in. And I dislike a lot of other things too, but I'm not supposed to speak about them. Almost got myself killed once because of those thoughts, I'd rather keep 'em to myself and live thank you very much.
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Cias is pretty easy to get along with if people don't try to get him to talk about how he ended up working as an Enhancer. He has a quick mind, but more often than not, he chooses to respond sarcastically or vaguely. He doesn't mean to be rude, but he can get defensive very quickly if he's in a bad mood. Though he tends to want to think things over before speaking, he's the type to drop what he's doing and jump into action if the situation calls for it. He's just one big walking contradiction, depending on the day, he can be a jokester or about ready to tear someone's throat out at any moment. Despite his criminal status, he understands the importance of working with the team he's been assigned to, especially if he wants to continue living.
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Weapons/Purium: A double blade is the weapon that Cias utilizes. The tattoo on his back serves as more than just a decoration as it is also his Purium, turning into actual wings to give him the ability to fly.
Abilities/Powers: Cias has a vast knowledge of poisons and a knack for mixing up new ones with different effects. He's figured out how to actually store the poisons in the feathers of his wings and to put them to use in fights, though he only does so if he thinks his comrades need help, pulling out feathers still hurt. Probably because of this fascination of his, he's actually a brilliant cook. When he isn't being lazy.
Skills Lacking: If he's ever left to fight a monster on his own, chances are he'll end up dead. Cias is not very physically strong. He's more of the defensive type than the offensive. He also flusters easily when subjected to a lot of physical contact. And let's not even mention how bad he is in social situations, meeting new people. HISTORY
My childhood wasn't so bad. I grew up in a pretty decent household. We were actually kinda really well off. I suppose I was always the black sheep of the family though. Despite being in such a technologically advanced age, I always preferred to actually read the odd book that I could find if I looked hard enough. I might not act it but I was put through a lot of advanced classes and worked with a lot of different tutors by the time I had graduated from high school. I guess my parents thought they could either change me or keep me busy so they wouldn't have to deal with me.
They're still alive if you're wondering. My little sister too. They're all alive...and happy the last time I saw them. I wonder if she misses me, my li'l sis. My parents were probably more than happy to disown me when they heard I'd gotten into trouble with the SFA, which is a story I'd rather not speak about.
Lucky me managed to be part of that 10% of criminals that survived AAP injections. That wasn't fun. Nor was trying to get used to my new appendages any better. It's okay now that I know how to make 'em go away, but it's still a bit surreal at times.
Life with the SFA isn't so bad after you get used to it. Yea, it's really something else having to protect people who couldn't care less if you died in a fight, but if you didn't give 'em a reason to want to kill you themselves, you were taken care of. I did my job, and I guess I was good at it. I've lived this long...I can only live each day one at a time. It's the only way I've been surviving.
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I have never made such a detailed profile before! This is my new favorite character!
INTRODUCTION
Oh so I’m suppose to introduce myself? Well there’s not much to know about me is there? Or I could just be saying that as maybe I don’t want to speak about myself. Hmm? What do you think about that? I’m going to give you some sound advice. Never judge a book by it’s cover. IDENTIFICATION CARD FOR AGENT SHADOW
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Threat Level: 260
Name: Arabella, Ara for short
Code Name: Shadow
Alliance: /Criminal
Position: Breaker B1
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Widow
Height: Five foot eight inches
Weight: 145 pounds
Body Type: Slim but curvy, in shape
Hair: Jet black, long and wavy
Eyes: Gold
Other: Has a bunch of quotes tattooed all over her body (didn’t want to post them all) Two lobe piercings, her right tragus and left conch pierced.
Also these tattoo's
leg and arm tattoo
right arm
right foot/leg
back
PERSONALITY
I’m a bundle of everything you could say. I use to be a really nice person, I was madly in love and was in love with life. Sure I stole for a living, I was really good at it. I guess you have to be cold blooded to do that but I could always separate that coldness from my home life. Now I’m not so nice, I sort of lost my mind there for a while. You can say I’m “detached”. Yes, I think that fits rather nicely. On occasion I can be nice still, that old me will peek through but that rarely happens. ATTITUDE TEST INFORMATION ON FILE FOR AGENT
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Ara has detached herself from her emotions and that makes her do things she normally wouldn’t do. Being detached gives her a cold and ruthless approach to situations. Underneath the detachment is a warm and loving person, but it is deep deep down under that exterior. She has shown that she lets that side out under certain circumstances. Ara is quick to action and has no qualm to killing.
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Weapons/Purium: A Japanese sword is Ara’s preferred weapon of choice and it is also her purium item. The sword can be split into two. The right handed sword is an ice elemental sword and the left handed is an electricity elemental. Of course they both work as regular swords, cutting into her enemy but they also have cool extras. The ice sword shoots off small ice daggers and the electric sword pulses off electric bolts. If you’re cut with the ice sword the infected area is going to start to turn to ice and it will spread until you’re completely frozen (though that takes a while). When the sword is just one it’s a normal sword but she is very adapt at it and extremely fast.
Abilities/Powers: A master at fighting and has extreme flexibility, think contortionist level. She has a very keen eye for details.
Skills Lacking: She has no trust for anyone which causes her to go off alone. During a fight she would rather take on every enemy herself then trust that someone has her back. Sticky fingers, she always has the urge to swipe something. HISTORY
When I was young I had a really good life, that was until my parents were killed in a fire when I was ten. They were my only family so to the streets I went. There was no way I was going to live in foster care. I learned quickly how to survive. Sure I already had good skills, my mother was a dancer and she taught me everything. That gave me my flexibility. My father was a hunter and he passed on those skills to me. I adapted the skills I learned at a young age to better my survival. I turned those skills and became one of the best thieves around.
I made a name for myself. They call me Shadow because that’s all you see when I come, my shadow. I’m good at escaping and have never been caught except one time and I will regret that decision for the rest of my life, but I’ll explain that in a bit. First I need to tell my story, my story about finding love.
When I was the ripe age of 22 I met Andonis. He owned a local store that I often went to. For weeks he would ask me out and I always turned him down. But one day I decided why not? We started dating and soon fell in love. A year later we got married. He was my life, the better half of me. We were married for three years and then he was taken from me. See I was still stealing the whole time, Andonis knew and he loved me just the same. Though he wished I wasn’t a thief he never asked me to change my ways. One day I took a contract, a man had something stolen from him from a mob boss and wanted it back. I thought I was invincible, no one had ever seen me before. Well I was seen. After I extracted my vengeance I learned that the mob bosses little kid liked to hide in the room where the stolen item was hiding.
It was the biggest mistake of my life and I will regret it for the rest of my life. They found where I lived and when I wasn't home beat the love of my life to death. I came home to his cold dead body and a note explaining why this had happened. After that I lost it, I lost my world and my mind with it. I use to be a nice decent person and now I’m cold and ruthless. I went after them and I killed all of them in ways you would want to hear about. That was two years ago, it took me a while to gain access and kill all of them. I also killed the guy who gave me the job. Sure it wasn't his fault but I didn't care. I evaded the SFA for awhile but I had risen to the top of the list and I knew I wouldn't be able to outrun them for forever. So here I am now. |
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INTRODUCTION
They do introductions now? Really? If you could see the look on my face, maybe you'd reconsider asking for an introduction. But, I digress.
My name is Vladimir Cortel. I don't regret a thing I've done, no matter what they use me for here. I suppose they think they contain us properly by using us to hunt for other criminals. Perhaps. Perhaps they're right. But ... what if they're wrong? IDENTIFICATION CARD FOR AGENT VLAD
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Threat Level: 198
Name: Vladimir Cortel
Code Name: Vlad
Alliance: Criminal
Position: Breaker B2
Age: Twenty-five
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Height: Six feet and two inches
Weight: 166 lbs
Body Type: Mesomorph
Hair: Long; black
Eyes: Teal
Other: Eyes glow when using Purium. Extremely pale skin. Can take far more damage than expected. Very difficult to kill. PERSONALITY
And now you want me to tell you about my personality? Is this necessary, or do you just enjoy the sound of my voice? ... Fine, I'll continue.
I'm not fond of the people who put me here, nor the people we're after, nor the people on the team. "Team." Lovely word, that. Don't expect me to stand for anyone should danger actually hit.
Can I leave now? I would much appreciate the opportunity to feed. ATTITUDE TEST INFORMATION ON FILE FOR AGENT VLAD
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Vlad is aggressive toward his teammates, and a volatile member of the team if the situation is delicate. It is advised to keep him quiet should the need for tact arise.
His good qualities (if any should exist) include his stubborn demeanor - Vlad is very difficult to deter from a task. Once his mind is set to it, it takes a physical (and very strong) force to keep him from achieving his goal. There is no way to stop him unless you find a way to knock him unconscious. Good luck.
The subject is drawn to the weakness of others, and will exploit trust without a second thought. Regret doesn't seem to be part of his genetic makeup. He is neither loyal, nor will he step in front of a bullet to protect anyone on the team.
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Weapons/Purium: Vlad fights with his entire form. Hand-to-hand combat his his expertise, and the vicious element of metal claws have been added to his weaponry.
His Purium is a teal crystal that seems embedded where his heart should be. This crystal doesn't go deep into him, and can be detached from the metallic casing over Vlad's heart.
Abilities/Powers: When his Purium is activated, Vlad is enhanced physically - and nearly unstoppable. Becoming as strong as one of the mech's used by his allies, Vlad is nearly impossible to kill while his Purium is active, as he is immune to pain and has learned to take blows that would kill most men.
Vlad's additional ability when using the Purium is drawing energy from other people - beware the sting of his draw. Another power worth mentioning is his uncanny ability to influence how quickly or slowly someone is bleeding - be it himself, or an ally.
His time using the Purium, however, seems to drain him. He burns through the energy at such high rates, that when the battle is over he takes 12 full hours of sleep. If he doesn't use the Purium, Vlad doesn't need sleep for over a week. In fact, he's known for staying awake for many days on end merely because he doesn't need the rest.
Vlad has very few skills outside of fighting and tanking the hits for his team - which he doesn't do FOR them, but merely so he can finish the hunt. He particularly enjoys draining the energy from his enemies.
On a side note: Vlad likes to read, sleep, and is oddly calmed by music - though hasn't proved he can play an instrument (it was implied that he can).
Skills Lacking: Social skills, namely. He is a poor choice for team plays, and is better left on his own. Has no loyalty to any member of the team, and will often strike first even if the situation calls for tactful delivery.
Not much can be said about his other skills: he is meant for dealing and taking hits. HISTORY
... and now a history. How quaint. Let me sigh in a nostalgic way and get all glassy eyed for you. No, of course I'm not joking. But again, I digress.
I grew up with my younger sister. Our parents were criminals before us. They were the sort who made sure drug deals went smoothly, and they messed up the people who didn't make their payments on time. The black market tends to draw those sort.
I grew up with a blind eye toward crime. When I was thirteen, my sister was nine. I loved her. She was the only thing worth living for. Was.
She went to school. I was walking her home when we were attacked by two boys my age - maybe a year or two older. I don't know who they were. I didn't care to ask as I tore into them.
I was so intrigued by the sound of their last breaths, and the way the light faded from their eyes. I remember watching the blood flow over my hands, just ... staring. It was ... oddly pleasing.
I killed them both.
I looked for my sister, but found her lying cold a few feet from me. I lost the only thing worth living for that day.
From there, I joined my parents in their work. We began to cause some real trouble for the authorities. I suppose they finally found us, though. Funny, how your world changes once they stick you.
They could hardly keep me down. I'm quite surprised they allowed me into this team, really. I can't decide if they're wise, or infinitely foolish.
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