The Wren: Semi-lit All Species Assassin RP. Accepting

[blue_dun]

Joel took the note, read it over carefully, and nodded. "Okay. Sounds good to me. Gives me time to train a little-like I actually need it." He shrugged, and handed it back over to Chanae- or at least he tried. She had... Changed. She seemed a bit--- well- angry at something. Joel didn't bother asking. He wasn't going to get imvolved in a personal vendetta.

[incompleteicarus]

((Sorry about my absence, I was sick. Someone catch me up.))

[Verdana]

[Can't post tonight. Sorry everyone, I'm insanely busy.]

[The Dragonfly Thief]

Real full name:
Anastatia Margaret Fendicevich
Alias/nickname:
Nasta
Gender:
Female
Age:
274
Species:
Mostly Fae but maybe one-eighth Elf
Physical appearance:
Nasta has long, straight black hair that reaches to her bottom. However, she usually wears it in two braids, intertwined down her back. She has small blue eyes, they are not double lidded, so they look asian. Nasta has high cheek bones and a very harsh face. Nasta is quite short, only 4 feet 11 inches and is not very slim. Not fat, no, Nasta would not let herself but not slim. On her back, her veins are very close to the surface. She also has a pair of blue dragonfly wings on her back that fold down easily so they can be consealed under a loose tee-shirt. Nasta does not walk with the grace you would expect though. The bottoms of her feet were once mangled and now she walks with a funny limp, making her not so suited for field work.
Personality:
Nasta is very polite. She seems at first to be a well brought up, kind person. Of course, this is on the surface. Underneath, she is an evil genius. She can be sharp and cruel. Making her crueler, in her 274 years on this earth, she understands human nature pretty well and designs weapons that play on that. Nasta has very good people skills. She is very convincing and can make a normal person believe that what she wants is really what they want. However, even if she is cruel to some, she has a soft spot fo younger children.
Special skills:
Languages, she is fluent in Latin, English, French, Russian, Itailian and Japanese. She is able to hover for short periods of time, using her wings. Nasta is also very creative, able to think of obsure ways to disguse/use different weapons.
Rank:
Techy?
Weapons:
Nasta is very old school with her weapons. She prefers to use a classic rapier that she got in france as a child. Also, she is able to use six pointed ninja stars for long distance.
History:
It is a very long story so I will make it short for you.
Born in England, raised and adopted by an antique dealer.
Moved to France when she was old enough to travel alone. She worked as a seamstress for the resistance against the monarchy, sewing weapons and poisons into the clothes.
Traveled world, trained in weapons and poisons by the japanese, where she learn to use ninja stars.
Lived in Russian during the war, helped children stuck in "Children's Homes" also known as "Free Labor Stores."
Lived in U.S.A during the second war, worked as a techy, help build first computer.
Worked with a gang in Italy. Fought some battles and lost some too. She has the scars to prove it.
Those are just the main points. The things that she did that she was proud of. There is much more that she has done that she wishes hadn't happened.
Other:
Nope!

[Verdana]

[Accepted! I'll add you now.]

[Derelict Draught]

((We still need your reply. And the groups are being given envelopes with the location and time for the attack.))

[incompleteicarus]

(Thanks. I can't focus for too long cos I get migraines, so if I go off topic just tell me and I'll edit it out.))

Rayven looked up. The envelope in her hand was heavier then it should be. What was she going to do with twelve days? She looked around, all the other teams where doing the same as them. Talking.
"We'll blend with the crowd. But we'll need a slow acting poison. They can't just die in the cafe." She smiled. "And how exactly do we get the poison into their beverage in the first place?"
Her mind raced. One of them could be employed there. Or they could talk to the target. Or one of them could bump into the target, injecting them with the poison.
"So... How do we do it?"

[Verdana]

Bree//

She tried to be civil, she tells herself. She really had tried. But when the Stalker boy made another 'date' joke, she very quickly decided to end that sort of thing. Right then, right there. There would be none of that unprofessional nonsense on her team. Malberry would learn respect, and if he didn't take it the easy way, then next time she'd try the hard way.

She rounded on the young man, eyes blazing. She did not physically pin him to the nearest wall, but her body language made it quite clear that she was doing it in spirit.
Listen, she growled with a flush of anger in her cheeks, I do not accept your derogatory chauvinist attitude. This job is not a game, and it is most certainly not a date. If you do not start taking this a little bit more seriously, I will be kind enough to give you two choices. Either you can step off of the team out of your own will, or I will make sure you never walk by your own will ever again. Do you understand me?

With her threat clearly hanging in the air, Bree felt a lot better. She straightened calmly and turned to face Booker, who had arrived. The team was complete, and Bree was certain that Malberry was dealt with. Surely, she reasoned, nobody would be foolish enough to hold her to her world. Since she believed the issue firmly dealt with, she returned her attention to the more important matter at hand: The mission.

To Booker, she said:
I'm not sure yet, but we can't do this in a traditional sense. Poison in food, drink or obvious object is out. Their security will know to look for it. Same problem with snipers. Decent shot locations will be watched. Either we go back to basics and focus all of our attention on getting in there, knife the bastard and run like hell; or we have to be elaborate and strange and cunning. Strange and cunning would, of course, be more fun, but this isn't about fun. This is about getting the job done.

She looked at the two men, waiting (against her nature) for their input.

[Derelict Draught]

Malberry stifles a chuckle. Such rage. This one was worth pursuing. Not now though...maybe in about an hour or two. "As I was saying. We'd best make ourselves regulars at the cafe to avoid drawing suspicion as to why we are there. And then we should arrange an exit trail to lead their security firms on a wild goose chase after the fact." Check for surveillance in the area so we can disable them quickly when the time comes. Perhaps create the illusion of a mishap. "Strange and cunning is the only option available to us. If we attempted to run in guns blazing then we, along with every patron and staff member present, wouldn't make it more than a few feet." Turning his attention to the latecomer, he smiles to Booker. "Vampire? We also need to inspect the security firm, see what species they've managed to acquire as well as what the target is himself. We need to know what will tip them off to the potential of trouble so we can gear ourselves accordingly." Mostly talking to himself at this point, his mind continues to race through a list of low evidence surveillance devices that he could implement. "I'll head to the cafe and see what I can find out there."

[paula polestar]

{I am completely deleting Magma's post because I am a stupid person who thought that you meant Switzerland as a town and NOT the country. :D}