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one. please pm all me
reserves. OOC must go on
discussion thread, no exce
ptions. One char per rper.

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two. I'm gonna ne
ed at least 400 words per
post, but I hope for longe
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three. please be a
ctive on discussion thread.
posts only need to be 1-2
a week, but OOC is nice c:

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four. try to stick to
the basics I laid out for
the characters. Their tale
nts are specific for a reason.

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five. your charact
ers will get hurt, so plea
se be open to that. Small
injuries will be common.

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six. drama and shi
pping is encouraged. This
is also a new country, so
we can create the culture c:

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seven. coding.
i know i know, but i wou
ld really like at least a b
asic understand of coding.

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eight. Your characters wil
l be French, Japanese, or
a combination unless they
are specifically a foreigner.

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nine. have fun and
please join only if you fe
el you can get knitted wi
th this plot and rpers! c:

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[ari,]

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name: riku takahashi
gender: male
age: 26
rank: leader
expert: strategy,
tactics, melee weapons
taken by: audacity.

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Strategy, tactics, this man has it all. It's
only suiting he's leader. However, he's ga
ined quite a bit of enemies for his danger
ous and often sacrificial ways of work.
He's prepared to do anything for the grea
ter good. On top of this, he's a melee w
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name: unknown, nero
gender: female
age: 21
rank: demolitions
expert: demolitions,
controlled explosions, fire
taken by: ari..

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Fire, explosions, things that go boom.
This girl has been known to be a little
scary and her array of grenades is ofte
n used just to watch people run or see
the flames. She was hired to destroy
the tunnel importing weapons. If a
building goes down or a fire starts, y
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name: roman
gender: male
age: 24
rank: engineer
expert: engineering
invention, automobiles
taken by: blaze

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Say hello to Mr. Inventor, Mr. Creative,
Mr. What-the-hell-is-that-thing? Specializ
ing in automobiles, he's been known
for making protective vans out of a few cars,
a bus, and a few tools he has in his dis
posale. He also fixes any weapon issues
going on, though he hates doing such.
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name: phoebe
gender: female
age: 26
rank: sniper
expert: range,
accuracy
taken by: BurningSnow

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What's an assassination without a sniper?
"Sniper eyes" has the best accuracy on
the team and her knack for finding
hideouts is quite a feat. Though she
isn't so good in hand-to-hand, you've
got quite a bit of protection with her
standing behind you — bam!
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name: ruslan kos
gender: male
age: 23
rank: scientist
expert: biochemicals,
poisonous gases, tear gas
taken by: toast;

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The Russian foreigner is quite the scienti
st and usually is in charge of keeping the
crowds from getting to overwhelmingly
rowdy. He specializes in tear gas, which
doesn't cause permanent damage to the
eyes and have been proven to be extrem
ly successful. Like the others, he is also
an expert in combat, but prefers the lab.
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name: natsu akio wang
gender: female
age: 20+
rank: medic
expert: posions,
healing, puncture spots
taken by: noya

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This nurse dabbles in a lot of things, but
she of course excels in the art of wounds.
This shouldn't make you not fear her, th
ough, because her ways of attacks are
by hitting puncture spots with the botto
m of her palm, which can paralyze you
if hit at the right spot. No daggers needed!
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name: theodore beaumont
gender: male
age: 20
rank: unknown, new
expert: assimilation,
invention
taken by: levithan,

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Sure, he's new and unexperienced, but the
kid has obviously shown a high level of ta
lent to be working with these assassins.
Right now, he's the engineer and demolit
ion's assistant because he's shown promise
in wires and invention. But he's so good
at assimilation that being taught something
goes right into his head. What can he not do?
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name: venice acconci
gender: female
age: 22
rank: communications
expert: languages,
detecting lying
taken by: cheesewedge

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Do not double cross her. She has friends
across the globe, all extremely powerful,
all at her disposal. She is fluent in over
eight languages and is a human lie detect
or. She either goes into parties and gains
information, or she captures and interrog
ates. Attractive and flirty, watch out!
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name: hyun soo kyung
gender: male
age: 22-23
rank: second in command
expert: hand-to-hand combat,
examining weaknesses
taken by: crasher

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Maybe a stranger choice for second in
command, this Korean man is much
more light-hearted, but just as effective.
He is amazing at hand-to-hand combat
and his punches can be scarier than bull
ets. He's been known to be able to tell
just about everything going through his
opponents head. But it's just a rumor, right?
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name: miranda tanaka
gender: female
age: 22
rank: infiltrator
expert: stealth,
disabling security systems
taken by: woodland

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Ah, a little miss James Bond. Being so sma
ll and compact has made getting into prac
tically anything as easy as getting into bed.
Her job is incredibly risky and requires
quite a bit of flexibility, but she's able to
somehow do it. But she's got a temper, so
she's not everyone's very favorite.
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name: arata kobayashi
gender: male
age: 22
rank: hacker
expert: hacking,
computer warfare
taken by: shiki

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Not all tech guys are geeks. This assassin
proves this stereotype quite wrong by
having shut down entire grids before.
Skillful at computer warfare, keep your
Facebook accounts closed. He's a pretty
calm, funny guy but he's hiding something.
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name: akiko mai katsuki
gender: female
age: 21
rank: firearms captain
expert: machine guns,
automatics, handguns
taken by: brags

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Automatics, rifles, machine guns, you
name it — this girl can use it all. Though
maybe not as talented at accuracy as
sniper, the hand-to-hand use of guns is
incredible. Her pull of the trigger and
reload is faster than you've ever seen.
She fixes and customizes their guns.
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name: gabriel louis roux
gender: male
age: 23
rank: pilot
expert: driving,
flying, sailing
taken by: woodland.

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This man has been known to be able to
practically drive anything and thus has
also had to be the designated driver when
ever anyone is doing any fun. In any case,
he's a pilot mainly, but has also been able
to sail or drive when needed. He's probably
going to be best friends with the adrenaline
junkies that are on the team!
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[ari,]

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xxxShe never did believe in dreams. Those who relished in the comfort of their "midnight visions" or astrological "precognitions" also seemed to come off as pathetic people and a trivial use of one's beliefs. The real world never was that planned out. Hell, her life was so twisted and bashed that it seemed as if her guardian angel was always taking a smoke break. Of course, whenever she was to vocalize this, they were thrown off as another one of her pessimistic rants and somehow, somewhat always, creepy way of expressing it.
xxxSo, as one could imagine, it was a rather large shock when Nero woke up in the morning, sweat dripping down the side of her face, from what she could only describe as a vision. She breathed in for a moment to stop herself for crying out and rolled onto her right side, pulling her legs up to be in a small ball. The tiny woman barely took up much space of the ratted up mattress which lay on the floor, springs starting to stick out from jumping on it. The single cotton blanket was entangled around her and as she struggled to kick it off, she lazily knocked over two coke cans that had been laying there for almost a week. The room smelt of moldy pizza rims and fizzy drinks combined with sweaty gym socks, but Nero's constant exposure to the stench dulled her nose to the point where her fellow assassins would bang the door open, exclaim at the horrid smell, and command her to clean it up — a task that never got done without complaining or bribery. Nero absolutely hated when someone barged into room, started moving her stuff around. She had a system that made it one beautifully organized mess.
xxxOf course, this morning, she wouldn't have mind so much if someone had knocked at her door. Blinking harshly a few times, she struggled to account for everything she had dreamt up. It was a usual area of central France, where the once beautiful architecture now found a hard time being without bullet shots at every angle. In one of the back alleys, there were familiar screams. Whether they were of pain, fear, or simply yells of orders she couldn't remember. But the sound was there. More importantly, someone had been screaming out Waylon's name repeatedly as if they were desperate to find him. Miranda, black hair flickering as she ran, came into view as she held up a small revolver. She was gone as fast as she had come. A piece of the building in front of Nero crumbled and more screams entered the air. Then there was the van, the one she had distinguished to be Roman's. It rocked back in forth on its wheels before bursting upwards, crashing down in a pit of flames and leaked gasoline. The worse part of all this, more so than the sight of Arata being pulled out of rubble or the similar panicked expression of Riku and Ruslan, was the fact that she couldn't move. That her eyes had been purposely locked on one scene. That she was utterly useless.
xxx"Thank you, Universe, for that absolutely pleasant start to a s****y day," she grumbled, stretching out, still dressed in yesterday's clothes. Gathering the strength to stand up, a long and rather unfeminine yawn came with a crack of her back. Her hair completely matted, Nero scoffed as she struggled to put it into a bun and fought with the red scarf she just managed to swing around her neck. Before heading out the door, she somehow managed to grab some bubblegum and her headphones, which lay around her neck just for comfort rather than use. Apparently she had woken up late, because by the time she had exited her room, voices and mummers could be heard below.
xxxShe picked up the pace and ran down the stairs, swinging herself around with the staircase handle and landed squished between Phoebe and Waylon. "Mornin'," she addressed them with a yawn and a rub of her eyes. "We headed out for supplies again? I call grocery shopping or ammo." Last time, she had been put on blanket duty and had come back incredibly annoyed without any sort of thing to pop into her mouth. "Oiiii Riku! Did you hear me? I call food or ammo!" she repeated, cupping her hands but still having the same child-like, monotonous quality to her voice.

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Phoebe had been slouching in her seat beside Waylon, awaiting instructions as to what they're going to do next. She may not look it, seeing as how she always gives off the laid-back impression, but Phoebe is a very active woman. Her fingers were itching to pull some triggers, and her toes were oh so eager to leap up and down buildings to get a better shot of her prey. Sometimes, when all was quiet out in the world, and there were no late-night walkers roaming the streets of her desolate homeland, she would climb atop a roof and see how many red objects she could bull-eye before the sun arose. Points were further deducted from herself had she accidentally shot something blue. It was a fun practice technique that she often used whenever she felt herself beginning to go rusty. Though this did not happen often, there was always room for improvement. This seemed to be one of her many mottos throughout the years, though if someone else where to say this to her, she would snap back, telling them that perfection could not be improved. She knew she was far from being perfect, but she gave herself the small little delight of knowing that she came ever so close to it.
Phoebe was rudely snapped from her happy place when a figure jumped beside her, pressing against her side and almost making her fall off her seat. Having ninja-like reflexes allowed her to catch herself in time, and her head snapped over to look at the familiar face of Nero. One of the few tolerable people in the group. Usually, Phoebe would've taken the big ring she wore around her left ring finger to smack them upside the head, but she made exceptions for Nero only because the other woman was pretty enjoyable to hang out with. Her ring, and engagement ring given to her by her fiance fit tightly around her finger. Her digits were very long and skinny, so rings didn't usually fit her, but somehow Jared had gotten the perfect size. She wasn't surprised. Everything he did for her back then was perfect. The ring itself was not exception to this fact. It was pure gold, coming from the saddle of a horse, and swirled as if it had been twisted many times. Usually, the would wear it around a silver chain that hung from her neck, but on days when she particularly missed him, she would wear it on her finger. Today was one of those days, and she couldn't help but close her eyes sometimes and pretend that, as long as she had the ring on her finger, everything that had happened was just a dream. That she would wake up in that stinky barn, cuddled up next to him while he beams at her ring. They never even got the chance to plan out the wedding.
"Well, good morning Sweets, did we have nice dreams?" she asked with a small smirk, eyebrow quirking under her huge sunglasses as she spoke the little nickname she gave Nero. Her French accent was deep, and laced in heavily with every word she spoke. Her voice was an octave or two lower than you'd expect from someone with her size. The small-framed woman looked over at the leader as Nero called for him. She in turn requested her own route, not sure as to what their first mission was either, "Oui, I would much prefer ammo run, gun requires specific bullet to shoot good." She had most likely accidentally zoned out if and when Riku was explaining, having been lost in her own painful memories of the past. Oh well, if Riku wanted to bite her butt for it, he'd also have to kiss it.

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kiki
21
female
gun expert
garage
tags- most
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kiki groaned as she rolled around in her makeshift bed. her hair was a tangled nest heaped
onto the top of her head - she wouldn't have been surprised if she found a bird hanging out
in there. her hair was always messy, and due to early-morning drills and supply trips, she
never had time to fix that. she just had to stick with the fuschia mess that was her hair.
hopefully, they weren't doing much today, but that was doubtful. they almost always woke
up and got right to work. at least, that was always their orders.
kiki sighed. she wished she could just lay still on her mattress and sleep for ever, but she
would hear the drone of conversation below her and remember today was another work-filled
event. another day, another blood stain she'll have to scrape off of her hands. now, don't get
her wrong - she loves her work. she would rather die than leave this group, and if she wasn't
that might just happen. but she was always as careful as she could be. besides, her work was
the easy part; after everything had been set up, all she really had to do was drop in, press
the gun barrel against some guy's head and boom!
nearly everyone in the group tended to underestimate her when she didn't have a gun either
in her hand or strapped to her jeans. her short, small build was often looked over, and many
would assume she would be helpless without her beloved blue uzi. although, that wasn't
necessary true. even if for some reason she didn't have a gun in close range, she can throw
quite the punch - not quite as light on her feet as her fellow fighting expert, waylon, is,
though she has just enough skill to prove that power can come in small packages.
kiki grabbed her uzi from her bedside table - which happened to be an overturned cardboard
box that once held packing peanuts and cereal boxes - and swung her legs over her bed after
shoving a thin, hole-covered quilt to the floor to join a layer of filthy clothes. she lifted her
arms high above her head and stretched, squinting her eyes as artificial light assaulted her
vision. she grabbed an old NYC sweatshirt from the carpet, threw it on over her favorite
t-shirt bra (it got real hot in her room at night, okay? don't judge her for wanting to sleep
only in a bow-bra and kitten underpants.) and glanced at herself in the doorknob reflection -
the only 'mirror' she had in the room. the oversized sweatshirt hung loosely around her torso
and the sleeves were far to long, though she gripped her uzi through the thick fabric, letting
the tight sweatband at the end of each sleeve hang down from where her hand gripped the
handle. she wore the bottoms she slept in, which were form-fitting jeans that had rips all up
and down them. some would guess they came that way. think again.
kiki attempted finger-coming her hair, though it was no use. she couldn't even get her
fingertips through two inches of her frizzy locks that refused to be tamed. she gathered it at
the top of her head with a rubber band she happened to find by her bare feet and hoped it
would stay in place in a weird, half-pony, half-bun thing.
bounding down the steps, kiki awaited the orders that would be forced upon her.

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____The day had gone particularly far-fetched. And Roman was not having it. There were so many other places he would rather be... bed. Eating. Running. Facing an ex-girlfriend. Anywhere rather than welding a van last-minute.

____Roman huffed, lifting the dark mask over his head. Sparks faded away with stenches of smoke filtering in the room, to his face. It probably was not the best to inhale fumes all day, he recalled. However Roman was hardly bemused by the smell. His brain was muddled with smoke and wires, which often times he heard snarky remarks he was made of gunpowder and electronics. Sometimes he thought that to be true. The mask came down again and his fingers pressed onto the torch, flaming metal. In the background was thudding music, channeled in by the speaker system. "Shock me like an electric feel." His fingers tapped the metal rhythmically, humming along to the tune. The van was almost done--he was welding in metal bars on the inside incase things went wrong. It was an average white van with tinted black windows. On the inside was a different matter. A radio (thanks to Roman) and two extra rows of seats. The back was empty with a small rack on the side for hanging pistols and knives. If they did get pulled over, well... it was full of compartments and cubby-holes just in case.

____He himself had tools in there, some of which would be dumped out. Roman's hand grazed the rubber handle of a knife. Whipping it out he cut a rubber tube that lay before him. He tucked it by the back door. They would be going for a raid, and most times they had to act natural and dress it too. For attire he wore a white shirt with mesh protecting on the right (he is ambidextrous but more dominant with his right hand), hard-padded gloves, jeans and a welding mask that was covered in ash. Roman was covered in it, turning the bright shirt a light shade of grey. Roman seemed to have it covered with his shirts, but now was not the time for 'pleasantries' as he liked to comment. The others in the group were much more fashionable than he, wearing brightly colored shirts and patterned pants, hats and dresses. He would get them dirty in an instant, much to others' surprise.


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____Roman pressed on the gas, other foot on the brakes, sending spurts of black smoke behind him. He grinned cheekily. Easing his foot away, he gave a few taps to get the white van moving out of the garage, turning it right. He pulled up and around to the group, looking out the passenger window. His foot was hard on the brake, despite pondering about turning the engine off. "Oi! First come first serve." He leaned over and popped the door wide. A lopsided grin spread over his features at the other assassins. They had been waiting, and Roman was enough of an ass to let them.