⇝ Dᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ⇜ -ᴛᴏʀɴ x ᴀʀᴀʙᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

[global.]

Okie-dokie smokie! c:
We know the plot and the rules are pretty self explanatory.
My guys is the assassin, arabmorgan is the spy. Let's get down to business ladies. c;

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Ｔｈｅ Ｈｅａｒｔｌｅｓｓ Ａｓｓａｓｓｉｎ

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~B A S I C S~

N A M E
"The name's Zeke Felaras. "
While other's names might mean something, he received the title from his mother after his dad had left. Deciding to name her son after his dad didn't seem to sit right with Zeke once he was older.

A G E
"I just turned twenty-two."
Born on the cold night of January 18th, but that doesn't mean he himself is cold.


G E N D E R
"I'm a guy. Need your eyes checked or something?"
Zeke is a guy, male, dude, bro;
whatever you prefer to call the male gender.



I T S~W H A T S~U N D E R N E A T H~T H A T~C O U N T S

P E R S O N A L I T Y
"Here's where it get's complicated."
Zeke is a bit, diverse when it comes to his personality. A few of the main traits are as such;


Zeke, mainly; is more of the bad boy then the goody two shoes; which he hates. He doesn't like to lose an argument but he loves to get into them; no matter who is arguing with. He likes to live on the edge, being a wild child and just going out on his own whim. His temper is short, but that doesn't make him a serious hot-head. It doesn't make him hard to be with, you just have to let him adjust a bit or let him loosen up. Sarcasm is like his second language. He speaks it without flaw and it gives him a bit of a teasing aspect towards himself. Which is another thing. Despite how ruff and gruff he seems, Zeke can actually be sweet. Romantic even. He loves to flatter women, though it might put him off as a player, he doesn't care.




H I S T O R Y
"Oh boy...not here again."
Ah yes, the dreaded history. I mean, come on, everyone has those skeletons in the closet. Zeke's just takes a different form.
Zeke Felaras was born a month after his father was out of the house, gone for good. The divorce between his parents had been messy, but they had finally separated. Then Zeke was born without a father. It was rough, living without a dad was hard on Zeke in his young pre-teens and teens. He took to taking drugs a while ago, which might account for his tattoos; but thankfully quit the habit when his mother found out. During the time that his father was gone, Zeke took to martial arts and kick-boxing. Finding that the physical exertion took his frustration away. He had become an assassin the moment he turned nine-teen, though he already seemed to master most of the hand to hand combat. A few months ago, Zeke's dad had sent his mother an envelope with a good amount of money, not to mention most of his father's estate and newly-found wealth. His mother has a house by herself now, living someplace in North Dakota while Zeke doesn't really have a place to call home. He goes by occasionally to check on her, but visiting to often might put her in danger

L I K E S
"Pretty much anything fast and dangerous."
Anything from girls to cars can strike his interest...but I'll just give you a list instead.
{ Music
{ Swimming
{ Cars
{ Motorcycles
{ Extreme sports
{ Planes
{ Taking walks
{ Rain
{ Showers




D I S L I K E S
"Oh boy. This'll be fun."

{ Snobs
{ Cold
{ Fire
{ Storms
{ Flashy outfits
{ The smell of wet dog
{ Someone taking his hit


P I C T U R E ~ P E R F E C T

E Y E S
"They are a dark blue."
Zeke's eyes are a mix of blue and hazel, an
interesting shade that he is most proud of.


B U I L D
"I'm built and tall. Not a meat-head though!"
Like he said, Zeke is nicely built and lean.
Standing at 6'2, he has a longer torso and is kept fit by
his...job, so to speak.

W E I G H T ~ H E I G H T
"I'm tall and slim...I guess."
Zeke stands at 6'2, a bit tall for some guys his age.
His weight is 170lbs. So he's lean and tall, though most of his
weight is muscle.


B O D Y - M O D S
"I have three tattoos, two on my right arm
and one on my left. Other then those, I'm clean."
Believe it or not, Zeke can't remember what the tattoo's even mean. All he knows, is that he was most likely wasted or something when he got them. Yes. All three of them.



I L L ~ B E ~ Y O U R ~ S U P E R M A N

C R U S H
"Um..no. Not really. Having one would be stupid for me and her."


G I R L F R I E N D
"Again. No."

L O O K I N G ~ F O R
"I'm looking for someone who can put up with my teasing, and likes to have a little scuffle now and then. Not having a few fights is odd to me. I also want someone who can connect to music the way I do...and one who likes kisses. Lots and lots, of kisses."

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{ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsɪᴄs : Serene Adele Weaver came into the world on April 18. Currently twenty-one years of age, she answers to Serene but not Adele, much less any nicknames, and is affectionately termed 'ice princess' but her closer friends.

{ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ : At 5'7 and weighing in at around 112 pounds, Serene might have what some might call an overly slender figure, but what can you do about genetics? Fair-skinned with a small oval-shaped face, the rather plain dark brown colour of her large almond-shaped eyes is the only thing she is dissatisfied with. A natural brunette, her long, light brown locks naturally cascade in soft waves around her shoulders when loose. She's gone blonde before, and while it didn't look terrible, she didn't like all it that much either. Her hair has been kept long, around mid-back or so, for as long as most of her friends can remember, because her encounter with shoulder-length hair in her pre-teens earned her the name 'mushroom head,' putting her off short hair for life. She has two lobe piercings on both ears, a helix piercing on her left and tragus piercing on her right, but no tattoos.

{ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ : Around strangers, she tends to act indifferent and aloof, treating everyone she doesn't know as potential enemies since it does, after all, come with the job scope. However, confident would be the first word to come to mind when describing Serene's most frequently-utilized persona, although some people might call it proud instead. She's not afraid to express herself freely, and being brutally honest about her thoughts and feelings means she can be insensitive in some ways. While she does possess a sense of humour, she will never be called the life of a party, and to tell the truth, what she loves most is to be surrounded by her friends, just listening to them talking and laughing, without having to say much at all. Being the kind of person to silently simmer and hold grudges, however, it would probably be wise not to get on Serene's bad side, although she does pride herself on her impeccable self-control, and always thinks things through before taking action. She values her family and close friends highly, because they're the one constant in her ever-changing world."

{ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ : Usually, the first thing people notice about her is that she is only half-Caucasian. Her mother is Korean, and upon moving to America met her father and fell in love. Serene was born in San Francisco, California and grew up in a nice house with a nice yard, attended school, the usual. Her past isn't exactly the most interesting; she didn't get caught drinking underage or vandalising or smoking pot or anything blatantly illegal, which she suspects is a culture thing. Her mother, being Asian, was always much more conservative than the other mothers along the street, so she never managed to get up to much mischief. She spent just half a year in the Law faculty before dropping out to do espionage full-time.

{ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ : She's quite close to her parents and loves them to bits, although being their only daughter they can be a tad over-protective. Her brother is younger than her by five years, and she has a great fondness for, as she calls him, 'the annoying pest'. She also owns a 6 year old Kooikerhondje named Myra whom she adores. The dog is, in her own words, 'an absolute sweetheart,' and often lies across her lap while she reads.

{ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs : She had a boyfriend or two in her teens that lasted more than a few months, but none that really made any sparks fly. Serene is now much more careful to keep her heart well-guarded, especially since she doesn't want a guy who's only interested in her body.

[global.]

{ *low whistle*
This is gonna be fun. c;

[arabmorgan]

{ awesome ^^ I thought of a bit of a background to the mission:
the spy has to obtain blueprints of a war submarine Ireland is developing, with as-yet unheard of top speeds and increased storage for missiles, while the assassin has to pick off the sole engineer who knows everything about the project, and the defence minister who is safeguarding the blueprints.

I just randomly picked Ireland...because it's english-speaking xD}

[global.]

{ Sounds good to me. Very nice by the way.^^
Would you like to start, or should I?

[arabmorgan]

{ I'll just start now? ^^}

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene leaned back on the tall-backed, black leather chair she was seated in with a sigh. So this is how all the bosses have meetings all the time, she mused, twirling the chair 360 degrees as she surveyed the board room: high-grade wood panelling, cool air-conditioning, large mahogany table, twelve or so identical chairs as the one she was sitting on. She wasn't used to such comfort, and being alone in the large room unnerved her a little. Halting her turning of the chair, she flipped her long hair over one shoulder and laid an elbow on the table, glancing down at the papers before her again.

It wasn't often that agencies collaborated on international missions; only such high-profile missions would warrant such a pretty meeting room. An assassin, huh. The thought made Serene roll her eyes; she could kill anyone just as well as any so-called professional assassin. Shifting restlessly, her dark eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, noting that her partner should be arriving at any moment.

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Ｚｅｋｅ Ｆｅｌａｒｅｓ
Tʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇss ᴀssᴀssɪɴ
↢ { Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ }⇝ { Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ : Tʜɪs } ⇜ { Mᴀʟᴇ } ↣
Zeke Felares put his hands into his jean pockets. He seemed a bit out of place with his dark grey sweater and blue jeans in a sea of government issue suits, but to be honest, he didn't care. Most assassins would dress in darker colors, be able to hide a gun in the folds of a jacket or something. But not him, he wore his own little pistol in a hip holster, loving the dead weight of the cold steel. He walked down the hallway, glancing into rooms to look for his new partner. He normally just did a few dirty jobs, a few family feuds. All of them were hard, taking a few days at the least; but he hadn't worked for the government yet. Guess it just made him a bit uncomfortable. Gotcha. He thought to himself as he opened the door to see a young woman sitting in a swivel chair. "Serene Weaver?" Zeke asked, leaning against the door in a rather causal manner.

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

"Serene Weaver?" She looked up the moment the door opened, her eyes assessing the newcomer with one sweep. Tall, was her first thought, as she stood, drawing the thick suit jacket tighter over her shoulders so it wouldn't slip off. "Hi, you must be Zeke Felares," she said with a small nod, walking over to him and sticking her hand out by way of greeting. Well, at least he looks like he'd be of use in a brawl, she thought wryly. I'd have hated to get one of those skinny guys who only know how to shoot everything in their path. "Come on in, and lock the door behind you," she continued, with amusement in her tone.

[global.]

Ｚｅｋｅ Ｆｅｌａｒｅｓ
Tʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇss ᴀssᴀssɪɴ
↢ { Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ }⇝ { Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ : Tʜɪs } ⇜ { Mᴀʟᴇ } ↣
Zeke glanced over her slim, yet sturdy form with one sweep of his blue-hazel eyes. Her gentle curves and slight pettiness would make any man want to toss an arm over her shoulder. Except, for you. At the sound of her voice, he looked back up at her dark brown eyes. "The one and only." He replied with a small smile, stepping away from the door to shut it behind him. The lock clicked in place a moment before walking over towards the large table. The big room seemed a bit daunting, the wood walls seeming to glare at the young man. "Anyways, what do I owe the pleasure?" Always the gentlemen, Zeke asked the question in a civilized tone before sitting himself down in one of the large chairs.