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Oh, have you the identification necessary to view these documents? Very well.

Word's getting out rapidly... but we're doing our best to keep it down, crush it if it becomes too much of a menace.

I'm trusting that you won't be discussing anything written here?

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Basic Information

Legal full name:

Elysia Almira Mikhailov

Preferred name:

Stefan A. Mikhailov

Known to the public as:

S.A.M, or Sam

Sex:

Female

Gender:

Masculine

Aligns with:

Egoist anarchism - the
rejection of "a great idea,
a good cause, a doctrine,
a system, a lofty calling,"
but instead living only by
one's will, without regard
to "how well or ill
humanity may fare
thereby."

Warning:
Has found a way to breach
almost every radio system
to make speeches to the
public promoting egoist
anarchism.

As well as speak to anyone
in the vicinity of this build-
ing.

Identify by the somewhat
stereotypical "radio host"
voice. Normally conducts
himself diplomatically,
although if pushed too far,
can become very sarcastic
and biting.

Main form of propaganda:
Mostly through radio pro-
paganda (by rigging the sys-
tem so that his message
gets through).

Some organized rallies.

Need to find a way to stop
from breaching the system.

Signature (on various documents):

See, that's our problem.

Living solely by one's will. Rejection of a system. You can see how this could wreck havoc everywhere.

This is why we need to keep this little "revolution" of hers -- I mean, his -- under wraps.

Testing, testing, one two three, one two three.

Oh, bother. It's you.

Wait, wait, -- okay, got it to work. Why yes, it is me. How thoughtful of you to remember me.

Breaching the system only to speak to us is illegal. Not to mention, extremely hard to do.

I don't really care, never did. And obviously not, if I could breach it with the help of some supporters.

Of course. And you have supporters! Now we're really going to have to crush you and your little group, huh?

No need to be sarcastic. I can also actually see you just fine. Isn't it great, installing many surveillance cameras, only to get it hijacked by a public "menace" like me?
You're nervous. A little bead of sweat trickles down your forehead. Look at me, I'm a poet. Maybe I should become a freelance poet some other time. Your hands are shaking, how adorable.

You know what. I'm leaving. Take as LONG as you want! I'll be going.

Finally, he's left. He has such a temper. It gets very irritating when he becomes sarcastic.

It's also quite funny how the government has all these documents about me. Who knew they'd be pouring over the life of just one person? Little, insignificant, me. They could be doing other things, yet they target me, poor me, boo hoo.

Also why I'd like to get rid of the notion of any government or any sense of confinement to the will of a system. There will never be a greater will than one's own will.

Oh, oh. I want you to listen to something. Go to that cabinet, to your left. The second drawer, I believe, has a tape recorder. Get it out.

What you're holding right there is a recording of my first major appearance to the public. I'm quite proud of the result.

Go on.

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July 4, 2011 | 23:17

● Ah, Mr. President? Mr. President, can you hear me? I don't think you can. Let me adjust the volume... There we go.

● How did you --

● Answer my question, please. Can you hear me?

● Who is this?

● Answer.

● ... I can hear you.

● Ah, but, Mr. President, can you really hear me?

● I believe the nation and I can hear you quite well, sir. You've breached the whole nation's radio stations.

● Good, Mr. President, because I ask you only one thing, and I believe it would be for the good of the entire nation.

● You cannot just ask to --

● What an inconsiderate President we have, isn't that right, citizens? Our President does not want to listen to the concerns of his citizens.

● ... What is it?

● Mr. President, I ask that you step down from your office.

● ... Excuse me?

● Strike one for Mr. President. It seems as though you did not quite hear me. We can't make any more follies, Mr. President. You're on live.

● Explain what I've done for you to say such things.

● You are a catalyst of the destruction of individualism.
Please, take a step back, and think for just a moment, which I am sure you have never done in your entire life thus far.
I think what you fail to understand, and what many countless others seem to fail to understand is that the will of the individual is stronger than any other will. Not even a government's will is stronger.
Who ultimately makes a decision? The individual.
Why must the individual be suppressed in this "community" you call a country and a government? Why must their desires be suppressed for others? Others won't be affected if they have the freedom to pursue their own desires.
Everyone has the right to the pursuit of happiness, no?

● What?

● Strike two, Mr. President. Once again, you did not hear me. You only pick out what you want to hear, which are the praises of you. But will you open your ears to the criticisms as well? The ones that demand change?
Strike three, President, and you're out. For good.

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I'm surprised. You actually listened to the whole thing.
...
I like you. Even if you disagree, at least you're not a pompous idiot that tries to argue with me.

I'm sure I'll convince you someday. You'd be a greatly valued supporter, with your connections and whatnot.

The government won't find be able to find me, but I'm sure you will.

Just look for a glow when all hope is lost.

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Caris





Oh, hi! My name's Caris, sounds a lot like Paris right? It's kinda strange because people keep on telling me I'm romantic like yesterday my friend Doodle walked up to me and said "Hey Caris, so I've noticed that you seem romantic." She said some other things but I won't go into detail about that, it was so random! I replied with a simple, "Are you out of your mind! I am anything but romantic." Keep in mind I was laughing a bit when saying this so I don't think Doodle heard me correctly and so she just walked away with a confused expression on her face.
Right, why don't I tell you a little bit about myself! My name is Caris, I was born on the 25th of June 1993 in a small hospital which I think was painted the boring old white. If it were me I'd paint it... umm... yellow! Or maybe purple, or even blue. Why not all the colours of the rainbow! Now that is a room I'd like to be born in. And so we carry on with finding out about me. Let's start with the basics, my name is... wait you already know that. Sorry I'm a bit forgetful at times, scrap that, all the time! My favourite colour is magenta, or light purple. Y'know who'd hate me saying that, Doodle. She's really hates it when I do pacific name colours instead of just light blue or dark green, the only reason I do that is because I really like art and I have for some time now so I've gotten quite used to all the different colours. I'd usually say that I don't have a favourite colour but I just thought I'd say a colour I like a bit more than all the other colours so that I don't have to go through all the hassle of explaining why I don't have a favourite colour only just to get back to all the colours. Man, I gotta stop getting so distracted! You still don't even know why Doodle is my friend or why when I'm older I want to be an artist or how my friends describe me! Before I start I just want you to know that my vocabulary isn't very advanced because why use confusing words when you can just use simple words that everyone understands. Okay, so Doodle is my friend, or best friend should I say, because we are similar in different ways. So she likes coffee, which I hands down ADORE! Cafés, which I also love and we even like the same television shows, The amazing world of gumball (that's what we watch at the weekend.) All though she doesn't like marshmallows, how can you not like marshmallows, I love marshmallows. She also doesn't like taking pictures and no, it's not my favourite thing to do but I don't mind it. We both don't like tight spaces though and yeah she's only 19 and I'm 20 but it's strange because sometimes she's mature when I'm not, to be honest I'm quite a laid back person. My dream job is to become a world famous, maybe not world but, famous artist! I really enjoy art because you can just be free and do whatever you please and what not. Yesterday I painted a picture of a rainbow and someone bought it for 87$! Can you believe that! I was so excited so I probably scared them a bit when I spurted out a loud and proud, YES! Oh my lordy I can't believe it, I might actually finish explaining the last little section of me! On the 3rd of December 2001 I was in my house with all my friends and it was snowing a lot outside and the power had just cut off and we were getting bored. Someone had an idea to write down what we all think of someone and this is what they said about me.
Caris Bon Paris, is a funny young lady who isn't afraid of anything. We think that she doesn't sleep because she is just so energetic! Or maybe she just drinks a lot of coffee! She is obsessed with art and is always spending time with her bezzie Doodle. This gal is one amazing friend, she is always there for us if we need her although she may not be the best at keeping serious!
Yup, pretty short but sweet explanation. I'm happy that my friends see me like that. It's not perfect, well for me it is, but it'll do.



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“ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ɴᴏᴡ...”

Jᴇғғ Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍs — Cᴀɴ'ᴛ Tʀᴜsᴛ Aɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ Nᴏᴡ

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ;;
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Nᴀᴍᴇ;;
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Sou•TH, from Old English 'Suth'
One of the four cardinal compass points; the polar opposite of North


1000 ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ;;


She'd always made a point to elaborate that she was a merc, not an assassin. She knew of the assassins, of course. Few who talked with the inner city dwellers did not. Sin Jo, Ker, Tsula, she'd heard of them all. But though it could often be hard to know where to draw the line, she liked to think of herself as different. She didn't kill for the thrill of it, she killed because she was bloody good at it; good enough to make a job of it. She liked to work with a team at her back, and if anyone could find a non-lethal means to achieve their aims it was South.
Which is why this whole situation made her a little uncomfortable.
They'd always said, he was tricky, fast. Invisible. They were told not to listen to anything he said. His words were his weapons; it was reported he could talk his way out of anything. It would take years to track him down and they would have to be ready in the blink of an eye.
It was her first mission.
And there he stood, the pale-furred one. His back was to her but he turned almost lazily, meeting her eyes. She didn't know what she had expected. Cold, psychopathic fury? Insanity? Perhaps even fear as he realised her significance? Certainly not... Nothing.
He watched, blank gaze inscrutable, and she raised her gun.
"You are the one known as the Fallen Angel?" Her voice in the field was brisk and sharp, a tone perfectly matched by the presence of a weapon.
"You know that I am him, little assassin. But it's just Furfur." He almost purred, turning his back again. "I'm going to guess you've got friends and you have me surrounded. Only they don't seem particularly friendly."
There was a warning in his words, but she paid no heed as she continued to watch the figure like she was afraid he would disappear if she stopped.
"We're mercenaries, actually." South half-snarls sarcastically in response.
"Well then, merc. Are you going to tell me who it is that guns me down in an alleyway?"
"My name is South. Goodbye, Furfur." She says harshly, and aims.
He sighs and turns back around to face her. "Your tea—" his words are cut off. Dull silver eyes go wide as he yells "South, look out!"
She thinks it is a trick, that he is going to escape. He lunges for her, and she pulls the trigger as he tackles her to the floor. Her teammates' bullets ricochet over her head. Had they grown tired of waiting?.. Or had it been their plan from the beginning to take her out as well? She was too good for this team, after all. The informant's warning is suddenly apparent.
Your teammates are planning to betray you.
A quick glance to Furfur shows that her bullet had hit him in the chest; non-lethal. He was unconscious on the ground beside her, that striking white fur quickly turning red, but suddenly he seems the less important.
Her teammate Georgia stands over her, gun aimed at her head, checking her over for any more weapons and then quickly removing them. Another nudges the unconscious informant with their boot, then glances over at Georgia.
"What do we do with this one?" The other man calls. About four of the team have weapons trained on the informant, which makes South snort. The guy's known for talking his way free, and he's been shot. One of them kicks him again, but the pale-furred Kiamara doesn't move, still unconscious.
"Kill him. He's the 'target', after all. We're to say that he killed Agent South before we had a chance to get there." Georgia sounds cold, far colder than she had ever heard them before. She hadn't liked them, but she hadn't realised...
"Excuse me, you're gonna say that guy killed me? He's an informant. He's not even armed!" She interjects from the floor, offended.
"Shut up. Shoot the Angel."
Okay. Shooting the injured informant seems a bit cold. South'd read his file and he was, without doubt, incredibly manipulative, and perhaps even a cold-blooded murderer, but now it seemed they were kind of on the same team... And she didn't really want to see them kill him in front of her if that was the case.
Bringing her leg up, she kicks Georgia hard; sending them crashing into the wall of the alley, and rises quickly, pulling the concealed handgun from her boot.
"Alright, weapons down. No-one touches him."
Georgia fires their gun, and without even a pause they are on the floor bleeding from South's retort of bullets.
The remaining mercenaries back off slightly. "Agent South, they were just order-"
"Don't you give me any of that 'just orders' crap." South spits, keeping her hand discretely over the darkening patch of her top, marking the place Georgia's bullet hit. It's fine, if she can get to a hospital she'll be fine, but the world is spinning and is beginning to darken. She coughs quietly, wetly. If they knew she was weak they would kill her.
"Get out of here. Take them with you." She violently gestures to Georgia with her gun, keeping her intense gaze on the others.
"GO!"
They hurry to obey her orders, practically running the length of the alley. South keeps the gun on them the whole way, and only once sure they have gone allows her legs to give way.
"I really just want to sleep, but that wouldn't work out for either of us." She mutters aloud, dragging herself back to her feet and over to the other Kiamara, then picking him up carefully as she springs up onto a balcony and onto the rooftops.
The mercenary sets off across the roofs as carefully and quickly as she can manage with a gunshot wound to the chest and an unconscious informant on her person. This is going to end... Interestingly. She can already tell.

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