Plot


Mikhail Lenimov is a vengeful shapeshifter with nothing left to live for. His love was killed by twelve supernatural beings for a religious sacrifice, who avoided the law and integrated back into society flawlessly. But Mikhail's life was shattered with the loss of his wife, and as such, swore vengeance upon those twelve even if the law would not help him; and so he's lived his life on the hunt and on the run, now considered one of the FBI's most wanted men. His forays back into time via Target #10 saw him have a short-lived romance with a 'woman' named Lark, though he had to leave 'her' behind to finish his goal. And in the present, he meets someone that will become special to him; will she be able to convince him to -not- kill himself when the mission is over, or will she fail and will he join his lover in the afterlife? And, what about Lark? Perhaps...only time will tell, and time is indeed short; only two targets remain.


Profiles


Name: Mikhail Lenimov
Age: Unknown, about 27 in human years.
Birthday: November 5th
Race: Shapeshifter
Personality: Arrogant, dominant, forceful, brash, perceptive
History: See; Plot
Appearance: http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/8517/mikhail.jpg

Originally Posted by ~Spirit_of_a_Fire_Fox~

Name: Rose Lacore
Age: 19
Birthday: June 26th
Race: Cat daemon
Personality: Sincere, quiet, passionate, and secretive
History: Rose was always an outcast in her family because they are human and she is a daemon. She ran away when she was 13 so that she could get away from her shunning family. She was hired to be an assassin at the age of 14 and killed her first target right after she turned 15. As a front, Rose works as a waitress in a daemon only bar and restaurant. Her job as an assassin is a secret but she has an even darker secret that she doesn't want to tell anyone. Don't be around her on the new moon.
Appearance: http://i813.photobucket.com/albums/z...z_0918/090.jpg

Originally Posted by Kry

Name:
Sylvar Lark NightinGale
Age:
Approximately 23
Birthday:
Unknown
Race:
Human Necromancer
Personality:
Lark is a very kind person, though tends to dislike being around children. Sometimes id doesn't take Lark long to lose 'her' temper, but when 'she' does lose 'her' temper 'she' is more likely to hurt 'herself' than the person or creature that caused the anger. Lark seeks world domination, but only so 'she' can change the world into a better place.
History:
Lark was born a boy, when he was about two years old he was given to the Shadow Brotherhood after showing a remarkable aptitude for the dark arts of Necromancy. Lark grew and learned all that the Shadow Brotherhood would and could teach him. So Lark was put out into the world to learn by observing and interacting with the world, approximately at the age of 17. It didn't take long for him to discover that he rather liked female clothing, short black dresses, knee high boots and long capes, they were comfortable to him. That was when he met him..a power mage or warlock...who fancied Lark a pretty young girl. Once Lark realized the man's intentions he immediately set him straight. Angry and upset he put a curse on Lark. Turning the boy to a girl. Lark fled from him, for few years Lark wandered the world as a girl, looking for a way to remove the curse. Eventually Lark stumbled upon a family who throughout generations specilized in hexes and curses and an odd assortment of enchants. For the right price, they would attempt to remove Lark's curse..Only to fail. The curse was very strong, and only partly removed if one could call it that. Lark is neither male or female but both now, with a very lithe and small feminine frame and long legs. Beneath the clothing however, are both female and male parts. When Lark speaks, that soft voice is feminine with hints of masculinity.
Appearance:
Lark

Other Notes


The current date is January 5th, 2010.
...that's all. More will be posted here as needed.

[[I shall start.]]

Mikhail was so close. The telltale adrenalin began to pump through his system--his eleventh target was near, and soon that man would be nothing but an empty shell. Mikhail had just been seated at a local restaurant, his sunglasses still covering his eyes and his expression one of passiveness--indeed, though his veins pumped with excitement and anticipation, his face remained blank. He had long since mastered the art of keeping his emotions hidden; it made things a lot more simpler. He watched the short, dark-skinned man in the corner. That man's name was James, and he was an ordinary citizen by day; or so it seemed. James was actually a powerful mage of Fire, though no one but his friends seemed aware. Just as how Mikhail was a shapeshifter. He tapped his fingers on the desk and waited for the opportunity to get that mage alone; he was going to destroy that man somehow, some way, even if it meant killing others in the process.

((Gah, I don't know where to begin....))

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Came from the alarm clock next to her bed. Rose opened her eyes and shut the alarm off, it read 4:30 a.m. She got up and went to her closet to get her work out clothes. She grabbed a pair of black shorts and a pink tank top. She pulled her long hair up in a ponytail and pulled on her tennis shoes. She took a jog down the apartment steps and down to the fitness center. She got in and worked out for at least 3 hours. She jogged on the treadmill and lifted weights for a while before she was finally done. Wiping her head with a towel, she went back to her apartment.

[[You could have began at the restaurant where Mikhail was, but I digress.]]

The waitress approached Mikhail slowly, a look of passive fear of her face--even when not doing anything, the shapeshifter emitted an aura of joyful malice. She took his order of a glass of water and some hashbrowns and scuttled away from him as fast as possible. He was used to people being afraid of him. Of course, it hadn't always been like this, but ever since he began his mission he had obtained a sort of joy in causing pain to those who wronged him, and it now dripped off of him and emanated from his body. Indeed, heads turned and stared at him where ever he went, and they hurried to complete their business and get away from him as fast as possible.

The man he was chasing suddenly stood up, recognizing that aura from the times he had encountered Mikhail before. And he left as quickly as possible, giving goodbyes to his stunned friends as he fled--and Mikhail followed him quickly, not even staying for the food. The man stopped suddenly outside the restaurant and turned to the enigmatic shapeshifter who had been trailing him for several weeks now. "What do you want?!" He shouted at Mikhail, and then he was silent forever as Mikhail quickly drew his knife and stuck it up through the mage's jaw, obviously not in the mood for talking. The mage fell dead to the sidewalk as people began screaming--Mikhail fled into a dark alleyway and prepared to flee. He was planning on an apartment that, as far as he knew, had been empty for a while--though he had not checked since the last time he came to this city.

Rose could hear the screams of people, blocks down from her apartment. She sighed, her ears twitching at the sounds. She had finally finished working out and she was walking back to her apartment to get dressed and see about her next assignment. The apartment she lived in had been vacant for quite some time, due to the fact that a bigger and fancier apartment complex called "The Falls" was built right across the street. This was alright for her though because she always enjoyed being alone. No one knew she lived there and paid to keep the water, gas, and electric on.

((Bleh sorry it took to long, didn't know what to write. Sorry it's a short post too.))