Name: Special Agent Kyle Royal

Age: 22

Height: 6’

Looks: slender build, straight black short hair which is slicked back, mostly wears black suits with a white button down shirt and a thin black tie and black dress shoes, no visible scares

Personality: charming, polite, a ladies’ man, very smart a bit of a jack-of-all trades, smug

Likes: women, money

Dislikes: anything cheap

Bio: Kyle is a very intelligent spy he knows how to spin just about everything to his favor. He tends to get the girl if only for a short time and if there’s one to be had.

Name:Agent Conner white

Age:21

Height:5,9

Looks:

Personality: silent, calm, never joke's around,

Likes: silence never having to work with someone keeping his fire arms clean

Dislikes:people,people who never stop talking

Bio:Conner was raised an only child he never made friends because he could not keep them when he got older he became a mercenary taking on job's no one else would he became more of an assassin then any thing when he was found out he was given one way out join them and become a spy or he would die so he did he became a spy never liked the idea but he could care less Conner is but out on assassin jobs stealth and covert jobs but he will do other jobs as well.

Kyle cracks his neck and bounces from one foot to the other watching as the long and heavy punching bag sways back and forth in front of him. His body was dripping with sweat and his shorts, the other clothes he wears, cling to his sweaty legs. He had just finished a job a week ago and was enjoying the mandatory down time that the agency gave to all of it's agents.

As much as he always enjoyed the down time he also always felt like he was holding his breath until he got the call that would call him back in for new orders. Pounding his gauzed wrapped hands together and lays into the swinging punching bag again causing it to spin and jerk backwards.

He bounces around again, beads of sweat jumping off of him as he moves around to the side of the swinging bag. His muscles and body were throbbing from the workout that was now coming to an end.

He lets out a big breath and wipes the sweat from his face on the gauze on his hands. He steps out of the way of the swinging punching bag as it swings towards him and starts to pull the wrappings off his hands as he steps off the padded mat on the floor. The cooler wooden floor of his apartment was a slight shock to his over heated body but it felt good.

With in a few minutes he had pulled the wrapping off his hands and was relaxing under soothing warm water from the shower head.

(sorry for not posting in a while)


Conner watching a move on his tv he didn't know what it was but it was better then what he could be doing. Conner's apartment was almost naked if it weren't for the mattress on the ground and the tv and sun chair and allot of fire arm's.
Conner sighed as he left he made his way down the apartment hall he could here one of his hall mates using a punching bag but he didn't care he had nothing better to do today he went down the stairs. He found him self out side he was fairly hot out but it wasn't ding he made his way to the bench out side and waited for something to happen.

ooc: its ok life happens

ic: After his shower Kyle dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist before leaving the bathroom. Looking around his loft apartment he went over to his bed and laid down. After that work out he thought he'd treat himself with a nap and then grab something to eat.

Aside from his bed and the exorcize equipment his apartment had only a few piece of furniture a couch and a good sized flat screen were the only things that marked where the living room was. He sighed looking down at the wet towel he was sitting on and figured it would be better to get dressed instead of sleeping in a wet towel.

After pulling on some shorts he grabbed his cellphone and then laid down. He starred up at the ceiling for a few minutes before sleep finally got to him.