βℓЄи∂ ιитσ тнɛ Ƨнα∂σωƨ {Full - Not Accepting}

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Username: ℓιℓℓʏ

Name: Annabelle Olivia Swan


-Deya Lockheart, Savannah Rivers, Holly Jackson-

Gender: Female

Age: 11 Years old

Skills:
Intelligence; She uses this for everything, always thinking things through before doing something.

Speed; Annabelle is quite fast, using her speed to escape from tight situations.

Hacking; From hours on end she is one her laptop. Ever since she had one, she has been on it. Over the time she has learn't to hack other computers, however she is still learning.

Looks: Annabelle is the girl in the picture with the thin and small build and long flowing hair. The girl with the blue eyes guarded by long dark eyelashes, and thin eyebrows. Her eyes and beautifully complimented by her softly tanned skin tone, and her frame, gently touched with her light brown hair highlighted with streaks of blonde, that is normally set in a bun or ponytail with strands falling just above her pale flecked eyes. Her lips are as red as roses, with a youthful smile and cheeky grin forming in the corner. Her shoulders are normally loose, or tight with stress or worry. Her figure is slim, with an athletic look from the football and many other sports that she has participated in. She is normally dressed in black or her light blue t-shirt with the red and orange writing and flower. She has thin wrists and nimble fingers, from the many words that she has written. Her legs are a bit smaller than normal, however it fits with her torso almost perfectly, with small feet in any colour of converse. She stands of a height about 4"2, with a body with an innocent yet guilty look, with more delicate and feminine features with an opposite personality. 

Personality: wip

History: wip

Orientation: Straight

Other:

[kitten;]

{{ Friendly Bump~
Still one slot left.
And Autumn, your form looks good so far. c: }}

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{Thank you. I changed my name, as you can see xD. I can't make my mind up. I advertised, but no intrest I see. Friendly bump}

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{Bump}

[Queen Jay]

That one slot still open?

Username: ~Dream
Name: Krombie Denver Rustic
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Skills: Lock-picking, breaking and entering, making IDs
Looks: Not Mine
Personality: Flirty, outgoing, great a getting what he wants, considered irresistible
History: I used to make fake IDs for minors so they could get into clubs. It was a fun past time and great way of getting cash. One ID buyer was actually the daughter of a mafia boss...
Orientation: Straight as a pole
Other: None

[Queen Jay]

[[I wanna join but I gotta go. Please let me!]]

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Username: Lady Faithless
Name: Alec Landers
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Skills: Poison, Infiltration, Stealing

Looks: Alec has a slim but athletic build and lightly tanned skin speaking of his indian background. He has redish brown hair that he continues to swipe out of his face and dark grey eyes. Of an average height, or so he thinks, of 5' 8'. Alec's usual, only, clothing consists of a sleveless dark red t-shirt, grey pants, and old white shoes. Also, to anyones surprise, he wears a silver cross on a leath strap around his neck. Even though he contains several sharp features and slim bones, Alec wouldn't stick out in a crowd. He ususally denies any attractive features he might have, and has dyed his hair various colors.

Personality: Alec is the risk taker, the happy-go-lucky one who likes to steal motorcycles and wallets. Even after going through torture and life changing events, he has always been able to keep a cool head and stay intact with his fun loving nature. But, even though he has a fun attitude, he can become deathly serious when he needs to be. Sometimes quiet and withdrawn, he can take on a multitude of personalites. But, his real persona is that of the fun loving human being who can have a serious attitude but still seem so energetic. Alec refuses to drink.

History: Alec's family was from Arizona, but he was born in Boston and raised in New York. As a child he took an interest in taking things that did not belong to him and got a reputation for having sticky fingers. When he was in High School he had been known for picking 'playful' fights with other students, giving him yet another reputation as a street fighter, which was not true. Later, when he was in college, Alec got in a car accident. No one got hurt, but he felt guilty all the same.
When hAlec was blackmailed, it was information about the car accident and how he had been drunk driving.

Orientation: Either
Other: Sorry, I couldn't find a picture

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{{ Sorry it took me so long to get back to you all.
I've been so busy and I haven't even been on CS for at least three days.
But I'm back now, so let's get down to business.

~Dream, I can't accept your form. I'm sorry, but I looked through your posts and I think that this RP would be too advanced for you.

So that means that Lady Faithless, you are accepted! It's alright you couldn't find a picture :3

We are now full!
Whew! Finally! :D We can start with opening posts now, if everyone's ready. }}

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{I'm ready to start. C: Will we be starting on the run, or will the characters escape from the CIA first?}

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{charlotte.

Blood spattered to the floor as Charlotte's head snapped to the side. She had bitten down on her tongue, and now the coppery taste of blood permeated her mouth. Her captor was pleased to see she had returned, and this was the way he communicated that. "So, Charlotte," he drawled, obviously drunk, "I'm glad to see you. I thought you had left me forever." His hand curled into a fist, and Charlotte found the taste of blood in her mouth yet again, stronger this time. She had to resist the urge to cry out in pain--it would only make him all the more riled up, and in his state, she could be dead by tomorrow. Charlotte knew he was a CIA operative and had been assigned to torture her, and that the CIA would be monitoring everything, but she wouldn't underestimate the man. "What's wrong, Charlotte? You aren't happy to see me, too?" This time he slapped her, hard. Charlotte had to bit down on her tongue hard to keep from saying anything. The slap was sure to leave an angry red mark on her cheek. He leaned in terrifyingly close, whispering in her ear like a madman. "Tell me you're happy to see me again. Tell me you want things to go better than they did last time." Last time was horrific, and Charlotte winced at the thought. She had been uncooperative, and he had tortured her to no end, making sure not to leave any obvious marks. Eventually she got past her fear, and choked out in a small voice, "I'm happy to see you again. I hope things go better than they did last time." Oh god, she hoped it went a lot better. Not much could be worse than a drunk torture expert. The man straightened up, and took a step back, an oddly serene look on his face. His eyes were clear suddenly, and instantly Charlotte knew the whole drunk thing had been an act. Still, she had to consciously keep herself from trembling. There were so many bad things associated with that face...she just hoped she could get through it this time.

{{ Well, my character doesn't get to escape, but you guys could and come and get her. I just started from the CIA because I had a lot of muse for the captor. Don't know why. }}