--✖-- Mission Tanha --✖-- Semi-lit+ --✖-- PRIVATE --✖--

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Our story begins with the year 2034...

Not long ago, the government allied with a major Russian organization, Tanha, in order to bring down tensions between America and Russia. Tanha was closely allied with the Russian government, being their corporation for spies, assassins, and national security. In a sense, Tanha was like Russia’s CIA, and so the government promptly affiliated Tanha with the CIA. The CIA was not pleased, but with orders from the federal government, they had no choice. The two exchanged secrets, power, tactics; basically everything and anything. Together, America and Russia were now considered unstoppable.

The peace didn’t last long, though. With only two years of peace between the countries, Tanha was trying to get the upper hand. As far as our government was concerned, Tanha had not told us all of their secrets; but more lie under the surface. It seemed to them they were only trying to remain dominant, more powerful than America. The countries truce didn’t last, and soon tensions had risen again. The CIA and Tanha were torn from each other, and things were left at that.

While constant bickering arose, the CIA came across crucial information. Tanha had stolen all of their records by creating copies of everything the CIA had to offer. With further investigation it was discovered Russia was planning on war. With the CIA’s records, Tanha had gained access to records of weapons of mass destruction. Blueprints of new weapons of mass destruction lay in the palm of their hands, leaving America vulnerable. Word had it that Tanha also had eyes inside, their own behind the scenes. With these traitors alone they could easily destroy America from the inside out, and if not, the dangerous weapons would surely do the trick.

The government denied the CIA’s findings, and insisted Russia was as powerless as ever. Unconvinced, the CIA decided to take things into their own hands. They created an organization, BlackStar, in order to fight against Tanha head on. Even though illegal, the CIA felt they had no other choice.

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They recruit teenagers who wouldn't be missed; those who lived on the
streets, those who it would be as if never existed. They fake their deaths,
and bring them there, into the academy to become assassins. Each student is
trained alone, isolated from the world as they learn it inside and out. Once the
students reach age sixteen, they are given a squad. Their squad is made up of
four. Their squads are used for larger and more dangerous missions that one
student alone couldn’t accomplish. All missions in some way contribute to the
main cause: destroying Tanha.

Time is growing short. The final battle is not far now. The question is:
will you be prepared?

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name -- played by -- gender -- organization

Bentley Layton -- Played by Smamm -- Male -- BlackStar
Lidia Vanderbilt -- Played by abandoned. -- Female -- BlackStar
Skye Briht -- Played by Flyn & Risu -- Male -- Tanha
Gabrielle Ford -- Played by city; -- Female -- BlackStar
Alexandra Keum -- Played by an asian to the knee -- Female -- Tanha
Thomas Ribowski -- Played by {{ f i a s c o }} -- Male -- Tanha
John Markov -- Played by Artesian -- Male -- BlackStar
Tallulah Grey -- Played by ιrιdeѕcenт. -- Female -- BlackStar

BlackStar

1. Bentley Layton
2. Lidia Vanderbilt
3. Gabrielle Ford
4. John Markov
5. Tallulah Grey
Tanha

1. Skye Briht
2. Alexandra Keum
3. Thomas Ribowski

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- the b a s i c s

- N a m e :
[ Bentley Layton ]

- n i c k n a m e s [if any ] :
[ Bent, just because it makes sense. It's a simple, shorter version to his name. ]

- g e n d e r :
[ Male ]

- a g e :
[ 18 ]

- o r g a n i z a t i o n :
[ BlackStar ]

- s p e c i a l t y
[ Hands-on/Up-close combat and seduction of the opposite gender ]

- p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e

- height [ feet ; inches ] :
[ 5'10" ]

- hair color:
[ Bentley's hair is a dark brown, making him brunette. He has some golden brown highlights scattered throughout the strands of dark chocolatey brown, as well as some darker brown strands. Everything sort of blends together, giving him a shiny, coffee colored hair color. His hair is most often on the longer side, he hates having to cut it short. ]

- eye color:
[ Bent's eyes are a deep azure, so dark many would question if he had color changing contacts in. There are slightly lighter flecks among the dark ocean of blue, highlighting the darker edges around his pupil and along the edges of his iris. There are also darker stripes along the flecks, helping to blend everything into a solid, deep blue so that is all you see. If you're close enough, however, you can see the detail that lies in his orbs. ]

- skin tone :
[ Bentley has a slightly tanner tone than average, but that could just be due to the amount of time he spends out in the sun. Guess we'll never know. Never the less, his skin is that golden brown people strive to achieve, but many don't without the aid of skin dying chemicals. The tone of his skin highlights his dark blue eyes, which stand out among all the darker features he has (hair, eye lashes, skin, etc). ]

- bodily build
[ Being an up-close combat specialist, Bentley certainly needs to stay in shape. He's not very bulky, but has a good amount of meat on his bones. In order to stay quick on his toes and stealthy, he can't have all that extra muscle he likes to call "show-off bulk" slowing him down. Instead his muscle is tones and compact, concealing the amount of strength he actually possesses. Many may underestimate him based on what isn't shown. His torso is carved out fairly well, but again the muscle is lean and compact (in result not as prominent as some others). ]

- body modifications
[ The list never ends. One of the first modifications Bentley applied to his body was a small set of gauges. They're very small, so small you can even slide a pencil through them, but give him a bada** edge; or so he likes to think. He tends to just leave the same pair in, small, solid black gauges. The boy got two cross tattoo's the same day as a small reminder to himself; one small solid black cross on the back of his neck, and one on the palm of his hand. There are surely more somewhere here and there, as far as scars go, but one in particular sticks out for the few that witness it. Starting in the upper left corner of his chest, a scar runs down the length of his torso down the the lower right edge of his stomach. Surely there will be more added to the list, but for the time being those are the major modifications to the brunette's body. ]

- l o v e a n d o t h e r d r u g s

- r o m a n t i c i n t e r e s t

[ Bentley is in a sense damaged goods, not that he would ever admit it. It's not that some experience makes him feel the way he does, he just does. The boy is convinced all girls are the same, and just feels it would be a waste of time to even bother. However, just like any guy, he's attracted to all sorts of different girls. He has no problem spending the night with a girl, but truly believes anything more is not in a girls nature. Many write this off as Bentley being a player, which is what he decides to agree to, but silently holds onto his true belief. ]

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- p e r s o n a l i t y:
[ Bentley is best described as a rebel without a cause. There's no real reason for half the stuff he gets himself into, but he still winds up in the most interesting of predicaments. Some are convinced he's one to disagree just to disagree; to ignore authority just to be a prick. This may be true, but there's more to the story. He doesn't do what he does just to be difficult all the time, often it's because he's provoked. Bent isn't one to put up with other people's crap, even if that person is an authority figure. He's going to fight back, and he'll come swinging. Sometimes this is simply do to the boy acting without weighing the consequences. He can become blinded by anger, or live in the moment once in awhile, but for the most part he is fairly reserved and in control of himself.

Bentley makes sure to put on a show. He's a total show off and is as confidant as they come -- you may even go as far as to call him a dare devil. No one could disagree with that. There's just about nothing Bent wouldn't do. People take this many different ways. Some view him as rough around the edges, a bit too blunt and public for their liking. Others could be envious of his outgoing nature, and then there are those who completely look down on him. Not many stick up their nose at Bentley, but he has a habit of rubbing people the wrong way from time to time. Nevertheless, he’s good with his words, and uses them to his advantage. He’s a total charmer, and an even better liar. He could easily make anyone believe almost anything he says, though he tends to only use this skill on people outside of the academy.

Just like any other guy his age, Bentley is a total flirt. He may try to see how far he can go with someone, but for the most part it's just innocent curiosity to boost his growing ego. Sometimes this leads to that, though, giving the brute a bit of a “player” reputation. He has no problem spending the night with a girl, but truly believes anything more is not in a girls’ nature. In a sense, the boy is damaged goods; not that he would ever admit it. It's not that some experience makes him feel the way he does, he just does. The boy is convinced all girls are the same, and just feels it would be a waste of time to even bother with any sort of romantic tie. He doesn’t think relationships will ever last, and refuses to even attempt at them.

This leads into his trust issues. Bentley is plenty capable of having friends, but he never relies on them. He feels people tend to weigh him down, and therefore doesn’t trust easily. So, perhaps his friends wouldn’t really be considered “friends”. He likes the company of people, but is just fine on his own, so tries not to get attached to anyone or anything. He understands people are replaceable, and half the people he meet will die in the field, so getting devoted to anyone would be a poor move in his book.

Many judge him as the ignorant, hot headed narcissist he makes himself out to be, but Bent's bite isn't as bad as his bark. He's actually a little sweetheart, and has a soft spot for everyone; just not many see that side of him. Of course he would never admit this, what guy would let anyone kill his ego? That and it’s strictly against his motto of staying unattached. ]

- q u i r k s / h a b i t s
[ Bentley tends to mess with his hair a lot. When not wearing a hat, he'll often run his fingers through those long stands of chestnut hair. He also tends to flip it from his eyes a lot, but guys with longer hair generally do that. He leaves his hands in his pockets a lot of the time, mostly just because it's a comfortability thing for the boy. Bent is always running his fingers over the cross tattoo on his palm. There's probably some meaning to it, but he wouldn't be able to tell you. ]

- w e a p o n o f c h o i c e [if any ]
[ His hands, more or less. If not a simple hand gun will always do. He's quite capable of just using what nature gave him, however. Specializing in Up-close combat has turned him into a weapon himself. ]






- f a m i l y :
[ This information is strictly classified. ]

- b r i e f h i s t o r y :
[ Much of Bentley's history is unknown, even to the government. As far as they're aware, Bentley just assembled from the air around us. It is theorized that his parents were strictly undercover agents who ran away from the CIA, erasing all records of anything on them. They believe that when the boy was born, he was born in the comfort of his own home, and his parents kept no records of him even being alive (much like themselves). BlackStar found the boy on the streets at the age of 6, dirty with tattered clothes and apparently nowhere to go. Just their kind of victim. He was brought into the agency and everything began there. He chose a new identity, was trained into the ultimate weapon, and still to this day lives with nothing to loose.

Bent became a very powerful being at the academy, at least for his age. They feared with his nothing to loose outlook he would put a partner in danger, as not many would be able to keep up with the kid. Due to this, along with his personality and recklessness, the academy decided to allow him to become a solo assassin. Most of his missions went down cleanly, just as planned (if not better), minus one particular encounter. About a year ago, when the boy was 17, something went wrong in one of the boy's assassination missions. He was required to take down someone believed to be involved in supplying information to Tanha. However, it seemed like the mission turned out to be a setup when the boy came face to face with a Russian Tanha assassin much like himself. They were both of equal age, equal ability, and nearly equal in every way. Things ended badly for Bentley when his torso was sliced wide open, and nearly killed by that alone. Luckily some backup from BlackStar had arrived just in time and managed to keep the Russian Assassin from killing Bent on the spot. He managed to make a full recovery, despite all odds. ]

- o t h e r
[ In general, Bentley has a sort of skater or jock like style. However, when on missions, his outfit generally looks like this. It doesn't really delineate from his style, but in a sense it is a bit different. ]

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{Sitting On The Pavement}{ Beach Days } { Skater Girl } { My Odd Relaxation }

- the b a s i c s

- N a m e :
[ Lidia Essence Vanderbilt ]

- n i c k n a m e s [if any ] :
[ Liddy: Childhood friends are perhaps the only ones allowed to call the girl this.
Essence: Once you are aquainted enough with her, this is what you may call her, if you choose.
Other than that, all strangers and adults know her simply as Lidia. ]

- g e n d e r :
[ "I'm a female, moron." ]

- a g e :
[ "Oh, looky. I'm a year from graduating. Can you guess? That's right, I'm ninteen." ]

- o r g a n i z a t i o n :
[ BlackStar ]

- s p e c i a l t y
[ Lidia tends to like dabbling in a little bit of everything. She likes hand to hand combating, but she probably loves being a sniper more. Yes, this girl can shoot from long distances and be very stealthy when she wants to be, which is almost all the time. She's excellent at staying concealed and likes to think of it as a game of hide and seek. Occasionally, she likes dabbling a bit in the poision department, though she normally steers clear from that, since its like murder to her...even if the person deserves it. Whatever it is needed of her, she doesn't mind trying it and gaining some experience in the field. She likes being...well, she prefers not having her abilities limited. She could work alone and not have a single issue with it. ]

- p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e

- height [ feet ; inches ] :
[ 5 feet; 6 inches ]

- hair color:
[ Liddy has, well..blonde hair. There's nothing all that special about it. Some people would question if she's a natural blonde, but believe me, she is, despite her dark roots. Her hair is naturally straight, which in her opinion, isn't all that special. It falls to about her mid-shoulders, if not a little lower. ]

- eye color:
[ Lidia's eyes are probably the thing that would set you off and intimidate you immediately. They are, in my opinion, her best feature. They're a shade of grey that kind of makes them look like their always...stormy, if that makes sense. Her eyes, however, normally hold a cold sort of look in them, which just adds to her intimidating and unfriendly effect. ]

- skin tone :
[ Essence has a somewhat fair skin tone, going more towards a light tan, if you will. Of course, like all natural teenagers and all human beings, the girl does get a few blemishes here and there. She's not immune to them, you know. No one can escape the pimples and zits and whatnot that happens during your teenage years. She just goes through great lengths to hide them. ]

- bodily build
[ Lidia's body build is actually pretty slender. She's not like some of the girls who like to excercise to the point that they have their own six-pack and huge biceps. She's completely fine with being the way she is. Her body build allows her to be quick and agile when she needs to be and even though she doesn't appear to have any power, she can pack a punch if she needs to. ]

- body modifications
[ None ]

- l o v e a n d o t h e r d r u g s

- r o m a n t i c i n t e r e s t

[ "Romantic interest? I'm sorry, but I don't quite believe in love--or relationships for that matter." The very thing this girl just said is absolutely true. So, I can't really say much in this category. I can't tell you what she likes, what she doesn't like, what she wants and what she doesn't. The girl doesn't think about her knight in shining armor at all. It's just how she is. If you really want her to change her viewpoint on love...well, I wish you good luck. She simply doesn't believe in love or any sort of relationships, for reasons she will never explain, even if you tortured her. ]

- p a r t n e r

[ Hopefully she'll be a solo, considering she's not a people person ]

- e n r i c h i n g - i n f o r m a t i o n

- p e r s o n a l i t y:
[ Many people don't see the true Lidia. The sweet, innocent little girl who loved being called Liddy when she was younger. The one who cared deeply for everybody she met and befriended. But over the years, she's pushed that side of herself back and instead puts on a disguise. Instead of being like she was when she was younger, Lidia shows a hardened exterior.

What might that hardened exterior be? Well, for one, Lidia can be a bit...short-tempered. Many people call her a hothead because of her quick ability to be angered over the smallest things. For instance, if she's called Liddy, she's quick to strike in whatever way she finds suitable.

Lidia also has a rather sharp and quick tongue and can be quite sarcastic sometimes. Say something to anger her, she'll come up with a sharp retort to cover up her actual feelings. But sometimes, she won't have something to say back to you, and will instead remain silent.

If you get past all that and through her hard and rough exterior, to what really counts, then you'll find you'll like her a lot more..unless you're into the hard and rough type. Anyways, what you'll find is a girl who is incredibly sweet and kind and actually cares for the people around her. That will never change about her. Just, take the time to get to know her and take down her brick wall one by one, until you uncover her, the real Lidia Essence Vanderbilt.

More than likely to add/change this up a little. Later on though.]

- q u i r k s / h a b i t s
[Lidia doesn't have too many quirks or habits that she notices. Then again, no one does notice them, right?

frustration When she gets frustrated, Lidia often needs something to take it out on. Even banging her head against a wall multiple times helps, as odd as it sounds. Don't worry though, she usually finds something to punch or throw instead, though there are the occassional headbanging sessions.

worried/anxious When she gets this way, you can see her chewing her bottom lip slightly or messing with something to keep her mind off of it. If she's extremely worried, however, you'll find her pacing the length of a room several times, nonstop.

daydreaming Yes, you can find her lost in thought quite often. It's normally about her past, back when she was between the ages of four and six. She refuses to let herself remember anything from when she was seven years old, and it's not like she can really remember much from younger than four years old.]

- w e a p o n o f c h o i c e [if any ]
[Considering the fact that Lidia likes being a sniper, it makes sense that she'd have a weapon fitting her ability. Of course, not every mission needs a sniper, so during the missions that she doesn't need her sniper rifel, she'll pack a few daggers and throwing knives and stars on her, and maybe a few poison dipped things.]






- f a m i l y :
[James Louis Vanderbilt ;; father ;; James Louis Vanderbilt was a wonderful man, husband, and father. At least, that was the way Lidia and his family saw him. Of course, not everyone likes a person. But, that's besides the point. He was quite a successful buisnessman, but didn't need to travel as much as others did. Well, he did, before Liddy was born, but as soon as his daughter was born, he requested that he not be sent on any across the world trips, so he didn't have to miss anything from her life. The man loved showering his only child with attention and love and was really kind, yet protective over her. Someone hurt her, even if it were her feelings, he'd go after them, a fact that was actually quite embarrasing to Lidia, even at a young age.

Patricia Mary Vanderbilt ;; mother ;; Patricia Mary Vanderbilt was a really kind, really well...motherly mother. She was a teacher, but took a few years off after her daughter was born so she could look after her, not believing in daycares or babysitters. As soon as Lidia was nearing the age of five years old, Patricia started looking for work in a school where her daughter could be enrolled in as well and soon enough found a place. Patricia, Lidia and James were inseperable.

Carol Ruth Vanderbilt & Robert Thomas Vanderbilt ;; aunt & uncle ;; After the tragic thing that happened to Lidia's parents when she was seven years old, these two became her guardians, her caretakers. Considering the fact that they only visited during the holidays and she only got to live with them for a few months, there's not much to say about these two, except that they had no children. One was a nurse and the other was a doctor, leaving hardly any time at all for a child of their own. But, despite that, they both took part-time shifts so they could look after their young niece in her time of need.

Andrew Scott Vanderbilt ;; the evil uncle ;; Lidia despises this man after what she saw him do to her parents. It took a long time for the police to catch him, despite her saying that he was the culprit, the whole reason that they were no longer in her life, no longer on the face of the planet. She had actually liked him...he'd been her favorite uncle...but instead he had turned out to be a monster. No one knows why he did what he did to her parents though. Lidia doesn't want to know. She just wants him off the face of the planet and no longer considers him a family member and will not mention him at all. Anyone who does will be sorry.]

- b r i e f h i s t o r y :
[Firstly, let's just say, Lidia's past isn't known to anyone, but the government. If she could, she would make them forget about it too. There's just nothing she can do about it, though. They have her files and it's going to stay that way. It's not like you can make them forget.

Liddy's life was, in the eyes of a seven year old, perfect. She had two loving parents that would go to the ends of the earth to ensure that she was safe and secure. Most kids her age had only one. They either had a mother or a father and that was it.

Of course, they were snatched away from her one day, in a blink of an eye. It was during the holidays, winter break. A few of her family members, mainly from her dad's side, had come to spend a few days with them at their house, each sleeping in a guest room, her parents sleeping out on the couch. Out of everyone who had come for the holidays, her Uncle Andrew stayed the longest. Of course, she loved this and was completely fine with it all. He was, after all, her favorite uncle in the whole wide world, ya know?

That too changed that very night. It had been the middle of the night and something had woken Liddy up. She'd decided that a glass of water would help put her back to sleep and set on her short journey to the kitchen. When she first passed her parents' room, she didn't take notice of anything. However, on her way back to her room, with her glass of water in hand, she did notice something. The wall across her parents' rooms were displaying shadows, not just her's. It's arms and legs were flailing about, hitting a somebody over the head. Out of innocent curiousity, the seven-year-old girl peered into her parents' room, and saw her parents' lifeless forms on the bed, her Uncle Andrew standing at one side of the bed.

Having witnessed that, she hadn't know what to do, hadn't realized the gasp she'd let out, her eyes having gone wide, before her uncle turned around, causing her to drop the glass of water and to flee into her room, locking the door, before she went and hid inside of her closet.

A few hours later, you could hear police sirens and footsteps walking throughout her house. Eventually, her doorknob was rattled, and when she didn't answer the voice on the other side, they'd had no choice but to kick it in. She ended up being taken to her Aunt Patricia and Uncle Robert. No one ever did tell her how her uncle had murdered them, but she's pretty sure she wanted to keep it that way.]

- o t h e r
[BlackStar Organization]

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[Noel]

Tanha Character

- the b a s i c s

- N a m e :
[ Skye Briht ]

- n i c k n a m e s [if any ] :
[ Sky-sky, a nickname that he very much dislikes and was given to by an older child a few years ago. ]

- g e n d e r :
[ Male ]

- a g e :
[ 17 ]

- o r g a n i z a t i o n :
[ Tanha ]

- s p e c i a l t y
[ Stealth/Evasion/Removal ]

- p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e

- height :
[ 5'6 ]

- hair color:
[ A very light, almost white, brown that is a few shades lighter then his skin color. ]

- eye color:
[ A blank, pale green, in his good eye anyways. ]

- skin tone :
[ A medium-olive that's darker then his hair color. ]

- bodily build
[ Short and slim; Skye weights little and doesn't have much on him. There's layer of muscle on his small limbs, but it's neither noticeable nor that great. His legs are long and his arms weak, generally allowing him to run fast but fail utterly at any heavy lifting. He has -which he finds unbearably annoying- a feminine build and appearance, and is often mistaken for the opposite gender. ]

- body modifications
[ Skye has pierced ears, and he often wears a pair of simple, fake silver earrings he stole several years ago. That is his only chosen modification though. He has several scars though is his face came away mostly unscathed; the most notable of which are a long burn across his back and a long, white scar stretching from his left elbow to shoulder. He alternates between a bandage and a red cloth/band to cover up his missing right eye, so it's rarely seen. ]

- l o v e a n d o t h e r d r u g s

- r o m a n t i c i n t e r e s t

[ Skye isn't one for love, and it's not exactly something he's looking for. If it happens to show up, he won't complain, but it's not like he analyzes others to see if they would make a good partner. Skye has had a few puppy crushes in his life, though all were short lived and mostly meaningless. He's homosexual, with not interest whatsoever in girls. There aren't that many features he looks for in people, but mostly he wants someone who knows when not to be around, and likewise when to be; not clingy, but there for him. A sense of humor is always appreciated; Skye is far from serious himself and often dislikes people are. ]

- p a r t n e r

[ Currently none. ]

- e n r i c h i n g - i n f o r m a t i o n

- p e r s o n a l i t y:
[ A thief specializing in kleptomania and driving everyone around him insane
Skye is maddening. In general he pops into people's conversations with unwanted and unrelated remarks about the people involved, a bright smile on his face while he does. He seems incapable of not pointing out every bad hair day, poor choice, and unfortunate quality of every new person he meets in his typical obnoxious tone. He's quite talented in the art of spitting out insults one after another should someone bother him, unfortunately. He never knows when enough is enough or when to finally shut up, continuing on for hours on end.

When he's not criticizing every aspect of the people around him, Skye is -oftentimes literally- skipping around in a random direction. The boy is hyperactive, unable to hold still and always focused on something new. He's drawn to anything with the potential for an adrenaline rush like a moth to a flame, despite potential dangers. This energy-overflow often leaves him monologue-ing about whatever different, colorful thing he discovered earlier that day while restlessly shifting around, before tearing off in any given direction.

Skye does not interact well with people. Not to mention his constant insults about the human race in general, he's gynophobic; women are a terrifying enigma that must be avoided if at all possible, and aren't worth thinking about or trying to understand. Only around them does Skye's ranting trail off into a stammered excuses, before he turns and flees. Teenager females, however, are uncomfortable but bearable, and little girls don't bother him. He doesn't like getting help even when he needs it and loves making things more difficult then they need to be, thus causing him to be a pain in the butt to work with.

He's also difficult to understand; Skye's morals are fluid. They change to fit the shape of their container and have no distinct shape when by themselves. He does what someone in his situation is expected to. That said, considering he is a Tanha assassin and thief, in general Skye places a life roughly a step or two above a random pretty jewel on the ladder of importance. When wandering the streets on his own, Skye is a relatively compassionate stranger. When on a mission, he doesn't hesitate over much of anything and doesn't feel any need to help anyone else.

Skye suffers from kleptomania. Every trinket, whether valuable or not, screams 'steal me!' Years of taking things that once didn't belong to him have made him rather good at coming to posses more objects like that, and he's also gained a bothersome habit of targeting more expensive prizes. He tends to hoard these objects as well, and is rather possessive of them. ]

- q u i r k s / h a b i t s
[ Skye is a kleptomaniac; anything from a jewel to shoelaces screams to be stolen. He can't bare to let go of things, becoming a hoarder through the years, since everything he takes builds up in all the nooks and crannies he can store it, never being moved or thrown away. Likewise he cannot stand open spaces and crowds; a sports field is terrible and a crowded square is his worst nightmare. Lastly, he's hydrophobic; small amounts of water, like a glassful or a dew on grass, don't bother him. A lake, pool, or downpour: he's a twitching mess in a corner, trapped in utter panic. ]

- w e a p o n o f c h o i c e [if any ]
[ Knives. Guns with a silencer aren't bad to him, but Skye doesn't like them much. Specializing in thievery, Skye prefers silence. A knife to the back is soundless and effective. Guns are too noisy and noticeable, while knives are easy to hide. Skye has been known to tinker with explosives, though the results are never good. ]






- f a m i l y :
[ None that he knows or cares about. ]

- b r i e f h i s t o r y :
[ Skye's history is missing, to himself and to everyone. The report merely says a child of about eight was swept under a pier, and when he was pulled out, it was too late. The child was dressed is rags, skinny, and had an array of small scars; he was clearly a street child. Skye actually survived, in a miracle recovery after being brought to a hospital. However, being underwater for as long as he was caused total memory loss, leaving him to slowly relearn how to even read. Among the few things he remembered were the talents street-children often had: pickpocketing, sneaking around, and a skill with knife. Being an amnesiac child with no memory, mistakenly declared dead, and a few skills hew as the perfect meat for Tanha; he was taken only a week and a half after nearly drowning. ]

- o t h e r
[ Nothing. ]

[city;]

- the b a s i c s

- N a m e :
[ Her name is Gabrielle [Gah-BREE-el] Vittoria [vi-TOH-Ree-AH] Ford [FOH-rd]. Gabrielle's name is from a long line of French and English adjectives, meaning "God is my Strength". She may not be religious enough to say God is her strength, but Gabrielle is very strong. Vittoria on the other hand is a delicate sounding, strong meaning Italian name. It translates to "victory" or "to conquer". It highly resembles Gabry herself. Now, Ford means "to cross" or "crossing". It was derived from an English term, "Down by the Ford", which was almost a river ]

- n i c k n a m e s [if any ] :
[ Gabry is one of her many nicknames, among Vitt, Truck [for her surname], elder, and Gabby. Gabrielle almost always prefers the nickname Gabry, because its uncommon and spunky, like herself. ]

- g e n d e r :
[ Gabrielle is quite feminine, thank you very much. She would be somewhat offended, and would also be sporting extremely high raised eyebrows. ]

- a g e :
[ Gabry was born on April second at one thirty a.m., making her an Aries [♈] [and giving her mother quite a laugh, but that's a story for later]. She's eighteen. ]

- o r g a n i z a t i o n :
[ BlackStar ]

- s p e c i a l t y
[ Gabrielle excels only in hand-to-hand combat and strategy ]







- p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e



- height [ 5 ; 6 ] :
[ Gabry is stuck at an average height of five foot six. Most of her height comes from her long, lanky, and muscled legs. Nothing to get her too noticed, but her height can make an loose impression. Obviously, the rest of her height comes from the waist up. Miraculously, she is a perfect square, height and width wise. Her arm span is about as long as she is tall. ]

- hair color:
[ Gabrielle's hair is a dark, dark brown that appears black. However, if she cut it shorter than her length now [which is around a foot] it would actually look somewhat brown to the naked eye. Her hair is naturally wavy, but when it's relatively short, it goes crazy. That's why Gabry won't go anywhere without her hair done; she looks like a demon-child. Gabry does prefer to curl her hair when possible, and braid it in three styles: waterfall, classic over-the-shoulder, and fishtail. Her hair is very healthy, and the only reason she doesn't like camping is that when she's gone for a while, her hair goes crazy. ]

- eye color:
[ Chocolate would be the closest way to describe Gabrielle's dark, somewhat mesmerizing eyes. Dark chocolate would be even closer, actually. When you had very low light, and you look at Gabry, you might be confused for a second. Her eyes are so dark, in dim lighting, the brown of her iris can blend with the black or her pupil. Glasses, however have always only been an option, but she chooses not to buy them. Her eyesight is twenty - twenty-five ]

- skin tone :
[ Gabry has relatively attractive skin. Not perfect, as that's impossible, but pretty fair in condition. Gabry is a little darker than most Americans' pale colors, because of her mix of Native American and Italian families. It wasn't her grandfather, but great grandfather that married a woman by the name of Elizabeth Smith, who then took on the name of Ford. The woman was about as pale as human beings come, and with his Navajo [now preferably the Díne] blood, passed down through the lines, until it reached Gabrielle. She looks naturally like she has a very nice tan, but its pretty much everywhere on her. She sadly doesn't have any freckles, which when she was little, Gabry would use black sharpie to pen them on her cheek bones. ]

- bodily build
[ First of all, she's extremely proud of her weight. It's not something she's going to be screaming up and down the street, but she's happy she's not struggling with obesity. Her parents have always been nutrition nerds, and fed her good, healthy food for dinner and lunch, but that still didn't stop them from spoiling her occasionally with junk food. Gabry will be the first to admit that she doesn't have a gap between her thighs, or exquisite collarbones like those walking-dead models, but she has a little bit of a belly, and some arm-fat to spare. Its nothing she's ashamed of, actually, and Gaby is proud to admit she weighs one hundred twenty two pounds. But Gabry isn't bulky either. She's one of those cases [not uncommon, actually] that has a skinny physique, but still has that extra weight. ]

- body modifications
[ She's also sporting a few scars; two from bike riding -- one on her right hands palm, and the other on her left knee -- one from a sparkler -- this one is in-between her fingers -- and finally one from an accidental knife cut when she was little, and got into the drawers. Gabry is dying to get a small, all black tattoo of a sparrow, about half an inch across on the thumb-knuckle of her right hand. Yet, she knows it's not going to happen until she's twenty one, so she has to wait. For now, she's settled with earrings [not gaged or anything extravagant], just a hole per ear. But the moment she turns eighteen, she's going to go straight to a tattoo shop. ]







- l o v e a n d o t h e r d r u g s



- r o m a n t i c i n t e r e s t

[ Gabrielle is heterosexual. She hasn't ever really been curious about things like being bi or lesbian. She's just kind of accepted that's how she is. Gabry doesn't have an issue with people being gay/lesbian/bisexual. She just doesn't want to be one herself. Now, Gabry doesn't need to depend on a man to feed her, walk her, and clean up her messes. She's perfectly capable of doing that herself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like their company. She will be the first to admit, her first serious boyfriend was in seventh grade. They lasted a whopping seven months, before he got bored and dumped her for one of her friends who had a rep as a better kisser. She shrugged it off, but by then, she was in the dating scheme. ]

- p a r t n e r

[ Her partner, ___, had better be able to deal with her. If not, she's solo. ]






- e n r i c h i n g - i n f o r m a t i o n


- p e r s o n a l i t y:
[ The first thing you will ever need to know about Gabrielle is she isn't going to ever lay down and take what you throw at her. She is going to stick up for herself, and defend all that matters to her. She's a ball of fire, ready to burn anything in her way. Gabry has never been the type of girl to let a man just walk all over her. These Boots are Made for Walkin' by Nancy Sinatra describe her perfectly; never letting somebody make the choices for her.
The second thing about Gabrielle is she is extremely independent. Women that just rely on men are simpletons and dead-broke females who want a meal ticket. It isn't her style to ever rely on anybody else. Really, the only thing group projects taught her was you can't rely on anybody because they will always fall short. If you yourself don't go the extra mile, then why should she? Gabrielle isn't afraid of getting a bad grade just to show you what you caused. She may not be a fan of it, but Gabry has done it before. When she was younger, and horribly afraid of her parents, she would always pick up the slack of the other children. Soon after, though, she became frustrated with her reputation as the girl who would always fix the issue at hand. She quickly quit following through with her promises, and her rep went down. But she had learned a valuable lesson; nobody will ever go the extra mile, unless you yourself don't.
Along with her cryptic aspect on group work, Gabry is extremely independent. She's the type of girl who prefers track meets over volleyball, cheer, and dance because she hates working with other girls. If one breaks their leg, where does that leave her? Now, Gabry doesn't always have this dark, depressed outlook on other people. Usually, if you can prove yourself in her eyes, you will become her ... shall we say somewhat of an idol? maybe it's too strong a word, but she will admire you in some form. Picking up on her slack is something she doesn't like though. She knows she's fully capable of taking care of herself and her part, so tiding up her problems won't sit well with her. Now, fixing another person's stupidity is amazing for Gabry, but her own is just plain annoying. Which leads us to her next trait; she's moody.
Gabry isn't just moody at her feminine time o' the month, but when anything that doesn't go somewhat in her way happens. For example, when her family moves, and she loves her current life, she becomes moody, and cut off with them. Never will she do dangerous things because of it, but she may just snip at people for messing with her perfectly good life. Gabry does understand change, and that it's great for the mind and body, but quote; "OH MY GOD!? EVERY MONTH TO MOVE SOMEWHERE?" As you can read, she is very frustrated with her parents moving habits. One of the worst times to get on her bad side would be when she's having difficulty in her extracurricular life. Any normal human being would be extraordinarily frustrated when things pretty much start to fall apart. Well, Gabrielle kind of takes things into a whole new level. She will lock herself in her room with her iPod and her dog, just listening to the two together, or playing with the puppy on the ground. She doesn't eat, doesn't talk, she doesn't even answer her mother's calls to dinner or outings. Her mom had pretty much learned to leave Gabry alone when she needed to be.
Gabry isn't selfish, per se, but she can be a tad self-involved. When it comes down to it, her needs will always be put above yours, but she will share generously. This is an interesting mix of the two, but she can be very generous. For example in a situation where the two conjoin is when her family has just had dinner, and there is only a little bit of food left. Her and her younger brother are hungry, so they decide to split it. Now, of course, splitting something means divvying up the spoils. Gabrielle will take some for her, to satisfy her need instead of giving it all to her younger sibling, but she will give him a little more than herself, because he's growing, and she's totally good with her weight. It can be a virtue or a sin, depending on the situation, but then again, so does her level of enthusiasm.
Gabry is usually an outgoing, enthusiastic person without any ego problems. She enjoys coming up with the best dares at all the cool parties, usually has somebody to hang out with, and knows when to keep her mouth shut around teachers. That however, doesn't mean she's the cliche person. She knows how to have a lot of fun, but she's careful where it's at. Shoplifting is totally out of the question for her, because she knows it's easy to get away with, but when you're caught, you're screwed. It ceases to amaze Gabry how shoplifting and other illegal activities are fun ... you just get into trouble, and for what? That high? She'll be the first to tell you that that's ridiculous. There isn't any high you get from breaking the law. You're terrified, and the adrenaline gets going. If you're looking for a thrill, go cliff diving for fun. [yes, she's done it once.]
Gabry can't stand laziness. It's like this god awful pet peeve of hers. You want to upset Gabrielle, be lazy around her. That's why she can't stand her younger brother. Another thing she hates with a deep, dying passion is the driver's license district office. What is up with those horrible lines? The day she got her license was bad enough, but renewing them without missing a day or two of her life? Impossible. It's like Satan's little building to say "Now you're just being tested to see how well you hold up in my personal office." Her final largest issue is human nature. She loves to question things, and figure out if they're realistic or not, so when humans just brush things off as unimportant, and later go "Oh, should've listened, but oh well. I'm too lazy." causes her to struggle with her many moods. You either listen to her the first time, or you just ... hope for a quick death by her petite hands.
Some of the few things this girl is scared of are spiders, drowning, and suffocation. It's not exactly death that scares her, but the fact that she doesn't want to suffer by explosion of the lungs. Gabrielle does strangely know how to swim, so that's something that's fairly unusual for somebody, but drowning still terrifies her. Unless she inhales water, she's great in pools, lakes, rivers, and oceans. Suffocation is pretty much the same scenario. I guess you could just call it something along the lines of panicking that she's going to be conscious when and if her lungs explode. It's rather irrational, but it's how she feels, so you can't deny it, really.
At last, we hit her loves; family, beagles, and laughing. Laughing is something along the lines of her salvation. She constantly tells the story of a rich man who was on his death-bead, and ordered a jester, who upon employment, threw a pie at the man. The man soon after became upset because the pie-man ruined his sheets, so he threw it right back. The look on the jester's face was so funny, that the rich man began laughing. Each day, the jester came back, and the rich man's deadly disease vanished until many years later when he finally died of plain old age. She really wants to die like the rich man; laughing and loving life. Family is another "like" of hers. Her family matters most to her in her life, and she's going to do anything she can to protect them. Her hidden courage usually shines through when they're in trouble or sadness hits. She tries to be the shoulder to cry on. It may not always work, but it is something Gabry really strives for. And finally, her favorite animal is the beagle. she has almost an obsession with their floppy ears, and the way their noses follow anything they can pick up. She owns one herself, named Nemo, and the little six month old boy is quite the adventurous fellow. Gabry regularly excersizes him, and keeps him well trained. Training him is a skill requiring patience, and a lot of peanut butter, but she does it, because she loves the little guy ]

- q u i r k s / h a b i t s
[ as a normal person, Gabrielle has a few things that she really shouldn't do; nail biting would be her biggest problem. She just bites and nibbles and bites and nibbles and bites and nibbles until her nails aren't anything but stumps. The next thing she tends to do is cross her arms, and tap her foot. She also likes to play with her hair. ]

- w e a p o n o f c h o i c e [if any ]
[ Gabrielle's weapon of choice just happens to be her hands and her brain. ]






- f a m i l y :
[ this information is classified. ]

- b r i e f h i s t o r y :
[ Gabry's mother went into labor on April fools day, and thought she was going to get a trickster of a daughter. Apparently not. Gabry developed a severe case of pneumonia at only two months old, and was forced to stay in the hospital for another whole month. Really, Gabrielle wasn't able to leave the hospital for good until she was almost six months. Right after her pneumonia vanished, colic decided to invade her immune system. From an early age, her stomach was very achy, and she never felt ok with anybody touching it. She still doesn't. But anyways, Gabry's mother soon became fed up with how she kept getting sick and her crying late into the night, so her mom found an orphanage/training facility that just happened to be the Academy, and Gabrielle was raised there. ]






- o t h e r
[ n/a ]

[eden .]

- the b a s i c s

- N a m e :
[ Alexandra Seunghae Keum ]
Pronounced "Al-ex-ann-drah Suh-ung-hae Guh-um", her first name is her given American name (for simplicity's sake, as she was born in America and went to school in America) and her middle and last are ethnically Korean. She doesn't bother giving out her Korean middle name anymore after coming across too many mispronunciations. It isn't that she doesn't understand why they happen, it's just that it makes her squirm.

- n i c k n a m e s [if any ] :
[ Alex ]
She usually sticks to having people call her "Alex" since her name is such a mouthful

- g e n d e r :
[ female ]

- a g e :
[ eighteen [18] ]

- o r g a n i z a t i o n :
[ Tanha ]

- s p e c i a l t y
[ cold reading and acting [reconnaissance, gathering intelligence, retrieval, extraction] ]
Alex has a hell of a poker face, and she takes full advantage of it. She proficient at lying, acting, and charming her way into almost anything. She might have an infuriating personality on the inside, but her talents at pretending she's something she's not has gotten her out of more tough spots than fighting ever would have. Alex is also a cold reading specialist, using indications from the subject's reactions and body language to deduce different assumptions. She also uses this knowledge to make sure she seems convincing in a lie.

- p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e

- height [ feet ; inches ] :
[ five feet ; seven inches [5'7''] ]
While her mother and father aren't the tallest people around, her aunt was actually quite tall, which is probably the only reason why Alex has nearly grown as tall as her father. Alex is quite satisfied with her height, feeling that she's not too tall but tall enough to gain some attention.

- hair color:
[ black ]
Alex's hair is naturally black [or really dark brown, whatever floats your boat]. Obviously she streaked it with some blue a while back. You'd think that an assassin would try and keep a low profile, but apparently Alex doesn't feel that way. Her hair is probably going to get her killed one day, but she loves it too much to give it up.

- eye color:
[ brown ]

- skin tone :
[ fair ]

- bodily build
[ lithe ]
Alex, while preferring to stay out of most physical conflicts, was never ignorant enough to think she'd never need any fighting skill. Therefore, she is fit and muscled, but it's a far cry from being a fighting specialist. She's mostly been taught self defense moves, although she's beginning a martial arts class. However, she's quite good at street fighting. If you set her off, don't expect a "just" and "honorable" fight. Alex does have muscle that are more compact and stringy than anything. It's not like she can lift two hundred pounds. Alex is quite flexible, although that doesn't really have to do with her training at all. It's just how she was born.

- body modifications
[ lots of random scars everywhere ... ]
Alex doesn't have any tattoos because she doesn't think she'd be able to last through the entire inking process. She also lacks piercings because she knows that she's not going to bother wearing any jewelry. Ever. She does have lots of little scars all over her fingers and wrists, however, from training with knives for a while [and also some cooking incidents gone downhill]. It was during the time where she was trying to figure out what she was good at. Alex also has a scar on her head from a rather unfortunate gang fight, but her hair covers it up. Her upper right arm has a scar from the stitches used to close up a wound, and along the left side of her waist is a long scar that starts around the stomach and loops around to the small of her back. It was an old knife wound when some punk got the better of her.

- l o v e a n d o t h e r d r u g s

- r o m a n t i c i n t e r e s t

[ you mean assuming she ever falls for anyone? ]
Alex was called asexual before she was taken by the CIA -- and for good reason. She was never inclined to fall in love with anybody, almost infuriatingly deconstructing everything with logic and rationale. Alex literally does not understand the convenience of love, finding it somewhat cumbersome because she'd be forced to latch onto one person for loyalty's sake. Having broken down love and all its pros and cons, Alex has decided that while it's emotionally uplifting in the beginning, after a while it becomes troublesome, strained, and eventually degenerates into nothing, making the entire venture a waste of time. Why get into a relationship when you know that it's going to end anyway? That's her line of thought. Her independent personality also makes it difficult for her to even consider devoting exclusive time to someone. It's not that she doesn't believe in love at all. Alex does think that, for a lucky few, there is such a thing as love, but she'd probably first give you a lecture on chemical reactions in the body, the basic human drive to reproduce, etc., etc. That said, she is heterosexual.






[size=90]- e n r i c h i n g - i n f o r m a t i o n


- p e r s o n a l i t y:
[ a punch in the face ]
While she might look rather meek and pleasant, she'll only flaunt that side if you've seriously won her over (you'll probably have more luck going to Hell and back. She's not easily impressed) or if she'll get something out of it and it's in her best interests. Therefore, if you're not about to kill her or are her superior that can fire her at any moment, she couldn't care less about what you might think of her, especially if she'll never see you again. Alex figures that if she never meets you ever again, then she shouldn't have to worry about holding back.
Clearly, Alex is a brutally blunt person, and usually these comments will come out in the form of an insult. And even when she is genuine in her comments, the way she says it usually makes her seem arrogant, condescending, or self - centered when in actuality she feels that she's only just stating a fact. Alex doesn't understand why people get all uptight when she states a fact.
This is a talent of hers. Alex is able to pull away from the situation despite what her feelings might be and observe the concrete known factors of the problem. As a result, Alex is more of a pessimist, but she figures that if she figures the worst she'll be prepared for the worst. She's not much of a gambler.
Alex has the depressing tendency to be overly cynical about everything. She long ago lost faith in the inherent goodness in the human race, figuring that everything they did was out of selfishness, personal gain or promotion, or some other ulterior motive. Much of history is used to support her standing, although there are examples of when people just helped out of the niceness of their hearts. Alex does concede that, in the six million people in the planet, at least one is probably going to be a truly pure person, but she does not feel it makes up for the corruption of others. She does not exempt herself from this category.
She's not exactly the most loyal person in the world. Basically, she'll ally with someone that matches her best interests, whether it be a hot meal for two months or a full pay of rent for a year. Alex is not above taking bribery, but she'd never sell herself away. She's too self - respecting and proud to do something like that.
Alex will eventually recall a conversation here or there if there was something of particular interest. Thus, Alex is also capable of blackmail. She believes that she has to do anything to survive. And besides, it's not like you're ever going to see her, again. She's not much of a super genius, but she is smart. If she read more nonfiction novels she might start sounding like a genius, but as it is she's got no time to read anything but the wanted lists, anymore.
Alex is capable of blowing things out of proportion and waving her hands around to make a point (she thinks that'll probably make you remember what she was saying better). She can also underrate something. In both circumstances she'll use logic to argue her point, and usually this line of thought is straight, concise, and to the point. Alex has no patience for subtleties. Actually, she has no patience for anything, period.
Her sarcasm is a rather unfortunate talent of hers, although it might just be a defense mechanism against things that she doesn't' want to deal with. Her sarcasm is somewhat connected to her assumed casual demeanor around people. Alex is quite relaxed around others, and while she might not have much patience she doesn't have much problem talking about more personal things. Of course, she doesn't go telling her life story to complete strangers, but you can safely say that Alex has few boundaries. Some people may find it disconcerting while others may not care at all.
Wildly observant and able to pick out many details faster and with more shrewd connections with other things than other people might, Alex tends to deconstruct even your very speech to find hidden meanings and innuendos. She'll do this at the same time she's formulating an appropriate response. Alex has the ability to separate his own emotions from a situation and approach things with a purely analytical point of view. In this respect, she's calculating and sometimes stone cold, making the most logical decision to save himself. When push comes to shove Alex is probably more prone to saving herself and worrying about her own safety than about others. Other people have the personalities to worry about other peoples' safety while they're about to die. Alex can't do that.Her self - preservation instinct trumps everything else.
It was really her personality that molded her specialty. While Alex may seem cripplingly depressing in an actual conversation, she can actually be super charming. The last twenty two years have told her what people want [and conversely, don't want] to hear at any time, and when she's trying to convince someone of something it'll usually it's something the person wants to hear. Alex can also create lies that scare the living daylights out of people, although she's completely making them up on the spot.

- q u i r k s / h a b i t s
[ being a jerk annoying ]
Alex almost never observes etiquette unless they're higher in ranking than her. She habitually replies to almost anything with some sort of sarcastic or cynical comment. Usually it's the first thing that pops into her head. Besides that, Alex tends to zone out during a conversation, thinking about something random before returning to it. Other times she's prone to just leaving when she doesn't feel like speaking, hanging out, or dealing with anything. She'll just walk off. Alex has a habit of being very roundabout in her explanations and rarely gives you a straight answer. Strangely enough, when she's not on a mission or job Alex is brutally honest and rarely tells a lie. She has a single, green, digital watch that she wears on her left wrist, the notches loosened so it hangs more like a bracelet than fitting snugly. There are always three hair bands on this same wrist. They're mostly there for convenience reasons. Alex is quite musically inclined, but after her mother left she abandoned any thoughts of playing instruments professionally. She's always crossing her arms not because she's being antisocial but because she wants something to do with them.

- w e a p o n o f c h o i c e [if any ]
[ psychology ]
Well, if you want to get technical, Alex prefers to use a rifle in most cases, gravitating to most semi-automatic handguns. However, she mostly depends on her knowledge of psychology to determine how she's going to get where. However, she's not idiotic enough to go into enemy territory without some semblance of fighting style. Alex is able to hold her own in most fights [although she prefers to avoid them when at all possible]. She's formally trained in self defense but her street fighting days aren't exactly far behind her. A really, really long time ago she toyed with the idea of sniper weapons [but then again, she played around with everything], but that was about two years ago and she hasn't touched one since. Theoretically she can use one if she had to, but she'll probably miss.






- f a m i l y :
[ good question ]
Alex knows that her father is dead [he died when she was a young child]. After Alex was left with her older brother, her mother fell off the radar. Apparently she didn't want to deal with her daughter or son anymore. Currently, her brother is probably frantically trying to find his baby sister and is in complete anguish to find that she's dead.

- b r i e f h i s t o r y :
[ your typical series of unfortunate events ]
Alex was born to a nice and neat family to well married parents and one older brother by five years. By the time she had grown to three years old, her father died of lung cancer. He was a heavy smoker, and eventually the addiction killed him prematurely. Alex in particularly does not miss her father [she doesn't have the memories to miss him with!], but she is resentful that cigarettes stole that relationship away from her, and these days when she sees a cigarette she walks out of the room, holds her breath, or gags. Literally gags.
The family was not quite right after that. Her father was a bit like the glue that was sticking the entire family together, and with him gone they didn't stand a chance. Looking back on it now, Alex feels sympathetic for her mother, who at the time was a stay-at-home mom that was now forced to go out into the business world to support two children and their home. They were able to get by, however, even if it wasn't the most luxurious of homes. But it was better than nothing.
When Alex was ten, her mother and she found out her brother had been involved in gangs and gang violence. Naturally, her mother wanted Noah to stop all of his stupid antics while he still could. He stoutly refused. Later Alex would remember that her mother was self-conscious of the fact that she couldn't seem to keep either of her children in line. She was on a quick downward spiral.
When Alex was thirteen, her brother was arrested for suspected involvement in murder. Because he was now eighteen, he could be tried as an adult in their state. Her mother bailed him out of jail [since he was only at the scene of the murder, although no evidence said he was the murderer in particular], but that was the last straw for her. Completely defeated, she left the home with Noah to fend for himself and Alex.
Immediately Alex was wound up in gangs, although to Noah's credit he tried to keep her out of it. After all, she was his baby sister. Still, it was easier said than done, and by the time she was fifteen she'd sustained multiple injuries and experiences that hardened her exterior and made her generally disdainful of human life.
Being desperate for money, Alex took on jobs in the Black Market without Noah's consent--or knowledge. Apparently, she was too good at her job; Tanha tracked her down and convinced her to work for them under the threat that her brother would come to harm--and her mother, who they apparently found. In exchange, Alex would be able to do whatever she wanted in her free time. Except see her family, of course. Alex does not particularly enjoy working for Tanha, but she's pretty much used to it by now.






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[ I added the new stuff ]