[Kessler]

marking ^v^
Kessler~

[fallenfishy]

Static crackled in the green Mako's ear as his ear piece came to life. "Agent Tic" purred the male voice; it was a sickening sound. Tic was the green man's name, chosen for him by the ones who own him. It is said that this was made his name because of his tendency to latch onto something and not let go, just like an actual tick bug. "Have you made yourself comfortable yet?" the voice hummed in his ear. He took a minute to glance around his surroundings. The party taking place in this spacious and brightly lit area was about as fun and lively as a dead cow, but he was comfortable. All around him people mingled, but people payed about as much attention to him as they did the floor. Of course, they knew all of this already. They have eyes everywhere. "Clear line of sight to your target thirty degrees right." Tic turned the necessary amount and was rewarded with the open back of a satin, navy blue dress that exposed tantalizing amounts of chestnut brown skin. The girl turned and it was as if physical sparks flew into the air as her jewelery reflected the warm orange light. Tic assumed she was beautiful, but he didn't really know the meaning of that word. There was something unsettling about her face, though, that made the green Mako's stomach twist into apprehensive knots. "Zora Gates, age twenty-one. Engage now." was the last thing the voice droned before the connection to it fizzled out. Tic was to ask no questions, only do, and today his target, Zora was her name, was going to die. The name bounced around inside his head as he made his way over to her, but before he traveled even half the distance, she tripped forward from the length of her dress.There was a flash of green and black, then Tic was on one knee with Zora in his arms. With his most charming smile he said "Looks like you've had a bit too much to drink." and took the now almost empty glass of wine from her reluctant hand. Her only response to the whole encounter was a short, kid-like giggle. Recognition hit Tic like a brick wall and he was sure it was strewn all across his face. This girl had done nothing to be targeted, she was only a test for Tic. A test he needed to pass.
"Brother!" The little girl cried, flinging herself into the arms of the older green boy. "I missed you." Previously unshed tears were welling up out of her big heart and peeked out of the corners of her eyes. The green boy pulled her close to his chest and she burrowed her face into him, stifling her crying. The chestnut girl let out a giggle "I love y-
That was enough of a long-forgotten memory for Tic as he realized he was now staring at the girl. "You should get cleaned up." he purred, the alien memory already being pushed to the back of his mind. With one had wrapped around her back and the other one underneath her knees, he lifted her up off he floor and began to carry her out. No one gave a second glance to them as they pushed open the gold-decorated doors and made their way into the frigidly cold night. Deciding against getting into his car and driving away with her, the green man pushed his way through the underbrush to get into the thickly wooded trees. Once he was far enough away from the stately mansion so that they were only beneath the faint moonlight that could filter through the bare branches, he propped the girl up against a tree. Zora had passed out on the trek, but she was awoken by the force of hitting the ground. Her bleary eyes opened slowly just as Tic was pulling out his small silver pistol that had previously been concealed by his tuxedo coat. When Tic looked at her again, her eyes were wide open, full of fear and questions, but only one came out. Surprisingly, her voice didn't falter as she asked "Do you think there's a place for me... in Heaven?" she added. Tic's hand shook when he aimed the barrel of the gun towards her. The man was not religious, but the answer was in his eyes. She smiled. He pulled the trigger.
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"Just in case it's still not clear to you, my name is Tic, or Agent Tic if you'd like to be more formal. Although calling people like me 'agent' is just a euphemism. I kill people I'm ordered to, it's as simple as that. Call me an assassin if you want to be more technical, but there is no way to sugarcoat it like others try to. I feel different, though. Far from wanting to sugarcoat, I want everyone to know the cold facts of what people like myself do.

"What I don't understand is how people find the job 'repulsive'. In fact, it's quite the opposite for me: I enjoy it. It's as if I have control over something finally, even if it isn't my own life. The feeling of adrenaline as I ready the gun for shooting or adjust my grip on a knife. I'm like a cobra waiting to strike. You will never know the feeling of power unless you've had someone's life rest on your shoulder. When you have the power to just as quickly save their life as end it with the flash of a bullet, though it will always end with the latter. Although recently...

"... It's become boring."
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"N-No!" The man's panicked voice shrieked. "Help! Anyone!!" Tic was loading his gun as the man scrabbled his broken legs across the ground, trying to get a foothold to get away from him, but it was futile. This man had angered him and he stepped towards him relentlessly. His face was still warm and throbbing from where the man had smacked him hard and he was starting to get a headache. This man was screaming louder than most women, it was pathetic. "P-please.. I have a wife and children.." He was only giving Tic reasons to detest him more. Just minutes before he was getting all over protesting teenage girls. People sure became desperate on the verge of death. "You sicken me." The gun was already pointed at the man's chest and bullet was traveling out of the barrel. In the split second just before the bullet buried itself into his torso, Tic saw his reflection in the fear-filled eyes of the man. Cold, apathetic, devoid of any emotion: this is what the product of this lifestyle is, if you can even call it life. The man's head slumped and eye contact was broken, snapping Tic back to the scene in front of him. This happened each time his bullet or knife pieced into someone and the life drained out of them. It was like he was killing himself each time.

[Pine.]

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Username:
Pine

Name:
Django
Meaning "I awake" in Romani

Reason:

Gender:
Male

Personality:
-strongwilled
-very stubborn
-sometimes thoughtless
-often tactless
-blunt
-prefers fighting over words
-Covers his weaknesses with an air of bravado
-actually quite intelligent (his mother was a scholar and taught him as a child), prefers others to not know
-Is a bibliophile, though he would never admit it
-He sees his intelligence as a weakness, so that's why he avidly hides it

History:

Story:

Art:

[alokesti]

Reserved c;

[starry--knight]

Pine. - I would prefer the form be here, easier to get to and evaluate c:

[Pine.]

Thank you ^^ That's what I thought :)

[rottenmutt]

Name; mason
Nicknames; none
Gender; male
Sexual orientation; bisexual but prefers males
Religion; atheist
Region; England
Age; 17

Personality; he's spunky and very rebellious. But his age has a impact on this. He does what he wants when hewants to and doesn't care what others think.
He has a very big attitude on him and he just doesn't care about what others say, he is told to ease up and be nicer. But mason never will.
He's somewhat antisocial and doesn't care for the company of others.

[kiowa.]

reserved with the name Braylin <3

[NightWolf950]

WIP

[starry--knight]

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