[hider= Lionel Wickett]
[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=#9c6e6e][center]Lionel Albin Wickett[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=#9c6e6e][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Name:[/color][/b]Lionel Albin Wickett
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Aliases:[/color][/b] Wicked Wickett, That Son of a Bitch
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Age:[/color][/b] 53
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Birthday:[/color][/b] February 9th
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Caucasian
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Birth Planet:[/color][/b] Deadwood
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Allegiance:[/color][/b] Browncoats, but only from a principled standpoint
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Starting Location:[/color][/b] Vengeance
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Occupation:[/color][/b] Businessman/Moneybanks/Accountant

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[b][color=#9c6e6e]Height:[/color][/b] 5’9”
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Weight:[/color][/b] 212 lbs
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Build:[/color][/b] Sagging some with age, with something of a gut
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Eyes:[/color][/b]Dark Brown
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Hair:[/color][/b] Black
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Cream-toned skin that’s gotten leathery
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Scars:[/color][/b] Plenty. None of them from what you think they would be
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Lionel tends to wear variations on one dark grey pinstripe suit. Whether this is out of convenience’s sake, or if he just really likes the look of that one specific suit isn’t something he addresses. When it’s really hot and he’s indoors or doing some physical work, he’ll take off the jacket of his coat, but that’s usually the most casual his attire will get when he’s in a potentially public place.

When getting ready for bed, he’ll put on his pajamas, an off-white one piece jumpsuit, complete with a buttflap for midnight/early morning bowel needs. They would be somewhat embarrassing were they not so comfortable and handy. Slip into it, and you’ve got a degree of comfort and warmness, even if you kick off the sheet or a bedmate hogs it all to themselves.

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[i][color=#9c6e6e][center]Calculating * Ruthless * Irritable * Eloquent * Crude * Independent[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=#9c6e6e]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Straight
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Divorced
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Personality:[/color][/b] If you asked somebody what they thought of Lionel Wickett, you would get a term like “shrewd” from business partners, “greedy” from those that have gotten in his way and were summarily quashed, or even “a fucking asshat” from his ex-wife, Marsha. All of these things are true, but they wouldn’t provide as comprehensive a picture as you could get if you really got in his head.

“Ambitious” would be getting closer to a general idea of Lionel’s mindset, but you could still do better. The best word to describe Lionel is “killer.” He will kill (or have someone else kill for him) with no remorse if it serves his purposes, and not only will he not hesitate, it’ll be done quickly and cleanly. This doesn’t only cover the literal meaning of the word, but he will also kill a person’s character or their  economic standing if he has the tools at his disposal. Now that’s not to say he’s a pyschopath or needs to kill for psychological reasons. He simply has no qualms about doing what is necessary to resolve a problem, and violence tends to be the best answer.

Lionel does have a soft spot for women and can’t stand violence towards them. He’ll tend to act somewhat more respectful to them by default, and he will try to look after a woman that needs help, but his chivalry does have limits. If a broad has a rifle pointed at you with full intention to fire, or such similar acts of aggression in his mind he chalks that up as turning in their woman card and as such will retrieve the same treatment as a man. Furthermore, he has little tolerance for idiots of either gender and will react to them in the same manner. 
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Habits:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Drinking
[*]Sneering
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[b][color=#9c6e6e]Hobbies:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Drinking
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[b][color=#9c6e6e]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Amputation
[*]Drowning
[*]Ants[/list]
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Drinking
[*]Seeing a plan come all together
[*]Money
[*]Women
[*]Business going smoothly
[*]Knives[/list]
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Waste
[*]Big Government
[*]Idiots
[*]Deadbeats
[*]Hemorrhoids
[*]Reavers[/list]
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*All skills and possessions are limited to the spaces provided below to start. Do NOT add more!
[b][color=#9c6e6e]General Skills:[/color][/b]
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[*]Melee
[*]Streetwise
[*]Leadership
[*]Interrogation
[*]Bribery
[*]Deception
[*]Communications
[*]Security
[*]Advocate/Legal
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[b][color=#9c6e6e]Specialty Skills:[/color][/b] *Must have the General Skill listed above for the accompanying Specialty below
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[*]Blade (Melee)
[*]Planetary (Legal)
[*]Alliance (Legal)
[*]Commercial/Civil (Legal)
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[b][color=#9c6e6e]What Is On Your Person:[/color][/b]
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; phone, credit cards, cash, pictures of mom and dad, tooth picks, smokes, lighter, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the 'Verse.
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[*]Clothes - A 3-piece pinstripe suit and tie with a white shirt underneath
[*]A wristwatch
[*]Pocketknife
[*]A bottle of booze of some kind, generally hard stuff
[*]Coin bag - 40 Platinum, 10 Gold, 5 Silver. No sense in carrying around too much cash at once
[*]Concealed Combat Knife
[*]Key to the chest in the stash
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[b][color=#9c6e6e]Quarters:[/color][/b]
This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, toothbrush and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Specialized Computers, Weapons Stash, books, files on people, a comic book collection, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated throughout the RP.
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[*]A locked chest containing about 25,000 Platinum in gems, gold and valuable metals hidden away in the corner of his room. For emergency purposes only.
[*]More knives, these much bigger than the ones he keeps on him
[*]Business records
[*]Records of supplies on the Vengeance
[*]Financial records for the Vengeance
[*]A tastefully remastered picture of his ex-wife Marsha that he likes to look at when he’s feeling down
[*]More bottles of booze
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[b][color=#9c6e6e]The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:[/color][/b] “Well Miss, if you must ask about my political inclinations and other shit that isn’t any of your business, who am I to deny? I’ve got plenty of good reasons to detest the Alliance. They like to stick their protracted beaks in the businesses of everyone and then quash anything they don’t like, and even shit they do, just so they can squish their way in and run the operation themselves. They’re a bunch of pampered, money-pissing, lackadaisical, aristocrats that have no business administratin’ over the rest of The Verse. The fact that they’re also the root of the Reaver problem only shows how poorly equipped they are to deal with anything. The Brown Coats ain’t much better anyway. If they end up succeedin’ in overthrowing the Alliance, they’ll probably be just as incompetent.”
[b][color=#9c6e6e]History:[/color][/b] Lionel was actually born on the planet Londinium to a couple of parents that hated each other. Most nights of his and his sister Mary Ann’s childhood were interrupted with the noise of furniture crashing about, screaming, someone getting smacked (honestly it was a coin flip whether it was his mother or his father was on the receiving end that night). Despite this, he still did rather well in schooling, able to coast on his intellect for the majority of his developing years. And when he wasn’t using his smarts to not put in work towards classes, it was being put towards making money and controlling the school through social networks and an organized “crime” group that he directed from the shadows.

After Graduating, Wickett managed to find work rather easily in an office building. They regulated the creation and distribution of office supplies? Maybe? Whatever, it wasn’t important what they did, what’s important is what Wickett discovered while working there. First, despite being touted as a major shift in his life, work was basically the same shit as school when you got down to it. Second, he knew that if he wanted to, he could probably use the skills he learned as a kid to climb up the corporate ladder and make it rich as a CEO or something. Third, he learned that living on a Core planet was fucking boring, and he became distinctly aware of the oppressive atmosphere the entire system carried with it.

So he saved up credits and bought himself a ride to the Outer Rim, a shithole filled with shittier people and hard living, but more potential to really make something of oneself. Since taking up residence in Deadwood, Lionel Albin Wickett has managed to become rather infamous on the planet, becoming quite wealthy and influential, initially through acquisitioning many mines of valuable resources like iron and gold before expanding his horizons and branching out into anything from construction to brothels, but also for being a massive asshole. Somewhat recently, there was a bit of a situation involving Reavers burning his estate to the ground, the fucking homeless cannibals, so in the meantime, while he waits for everything to blow over, he’s decided to take a trip around The Verse. What’s the use of having wealth if you never get to see anything once you have it? So for the time being he’s made himself something of a stay-in passenger on the Vengeance. He’s paying that Captain Crowe good money. And on top of that he’s even helping them out as if they were his own employees. Perhaps even moreso.

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[b][color=#9c6e6e]Character Quote:[/color][/b] Something they say a lot or live by
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Theme Song:[/color][/b] What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Alliance Record:[/color][/b] Nothing that can be pinned on him
[b][color=#9c6e6e]Anything Else:[/color][/b] [URL]http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2886340[/URL] Serenity. Also you used the wrong form of “your”.
[sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.[/color][/sub][/hider]
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[center][h1][color=#9c6e6e]Character Name[/color][/h1]
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[color=#9c6e6e]{[/color][i]"Quote"[/i][color=#9c6e6e]}[/color]
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
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⚜ [color=#f26522][b]Anisa Crowe[/b][/color] ⚜
[i]"She runs a tight ship, why do you think I hired her in the first place?"[/i]
Wickett had done some researching into various captains of a wide variety of vessels and their backgrounds after the destruction of his estate, and he decided that Anisa Crowe would probably be the best pick, not for a safe journey (which could easily bought as a trip to a fucking Alliance hotel), but for a way to really see The Verse from a bottom-up perspective for the first time in decades. He knows about her Browncoat history, and sees her dogged determination to fuck over the Alliance any way she can as a sign of fierce independence and refusal to bow to someone just because they're "authority." On top of that, she's not insufferable to be around.
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☯ [color=#D09A57][b]Jackson Tanner[/b][/color] ☯
[i]"What's there to say about a man who closes himself off from the world?"[/i]
Wickett and Jack have a fairly professional relationship. They don't buddy-buddy one another, but they don't really hate each other either. Lionel can see aspect of Jack that he appreciates, but there are just as many things that get old really quick.
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☯ [color=#39b54a][b]Daphne Pender[/b][/color] ☯
[i]"Oh, the pilot girl? Barely even see the thing around."[/i]
Lionel doesn't really hang around in the cockpit much. Why would he? He doesn't know how to fly the damn thing. He'd just get in the way. As a result, he barely interacts with the girl and can only guess things about her based on her sister's personality.
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⚜/☯ [color=#f6989d][b]Camilla Powell[/b][/color] ⚜/☯
[i]"She's good for the gun, ain't good for much else."[/i]
Camilla's the kind of mercenary he'd hire for a hit if he needed everything hush-hush. Those that are married to the job are far more likely to not open their cocksucking trap when put under pressure. That said, they ain't great fucking companionship. He respects her skills, but the person is a fucking bore.
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⚜/§ [color=slategray][b]Gideon Englehart[/b][/color] ⚜/§
[i]"If he weren't the one in charge of keeping the ship runnin', I'd have kicked the cocksucker's rear end to Shiva and back."[/i]
The dedication to his work and proficiency is admirable, but he's so fucking annoying. Always with that smug grin on his face. If he had been an actual hireling of his, he'd have fired his ass just for the personal satisfaction.
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☯ [color=#4dffa6][b]Dorothy Pender[/b][/color] ☯
[i]"She needs to learn what it means to activate one's cerebral cortex before actin' on something, and on top of that, she leaves herself far too open. That bein' said, she ain't a bad lady from the looks of her."[/i]
Dorothy and Lionel don't really interact all that much, but he does try to keep out of her way and watch his tongue more than usual. A doctor knows what they're doing (usually), and it's better not to get on their bad side.
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☮/☯ [color=#9c6e6e][b]Genevieve Depoit[/b][/color] ☮/☯
[i]"Pussy's good, but I don't trust her for an instant."[/i]
Genevieve and Lionel make an odd pair of friends when viewed from the outside. One would probably assume that he's her sugar daddy, which all things considered, isn't entirely far from the truth. But hey, she offered, he ain't going to take a pass on tapping that ass. Still, she makes surprisingly good company, but reminds him too much of other broads of similar color from both The Core and in the upper echelons of The Rim; women with silver spoons in their mouths that don't understand the meaning of "hard work." The only way they know how to get what they want is through manipulation and stabbing in the back. Not that he thinks that Genevieve is one of those broads, but he keeps himself [i]very[/i] divested emotionally.
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☮ [color=#fff79a][b]Atticus Pearson[/b][/color] ☮
[i]"A man of God? Could've fooled me."[/i]
Normally, Lionel doesn't much like men of cloth. They were pushy and giant sticks in the mud. Bad for business anywhere they showed up, 'nless you happened to be a Bible printer. Mr. Pearson on the other hand knows his drink. While irritating when in a Preaching mood, Lionel does consider him a valuable drinking buddy on the Vengeance.
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Symbol [color=#9c6e6e][b]Name[/b][/color] Symbol
[i]"Thoughts on person"[/i]
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[i]"Thoughts on person"[/i]
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[i]"Thoughts on person"[/i]
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☯ [color=#9c6e6e][b]Lionel Wicket[/b][/color] ☯
[i]"The kind of man who can tell you much about what he thinks about himself probably doesn't think about much else."[/i]
Wickett doesn't really think too much about his actions (whether they're right or wrong) because any such thoughts are just attempts to justify them to yourself, if nothing else. This mindset might be part of his ability to act quickly and without remorse. In any case, he does recognize himself as a man steeped in Sin, but doesn't consider the rest of humanity to be much better or worse than he.
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[hider=Carla Lobo]
[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=17A589][center]Carla Lobo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=17A589][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=17A589]Name:[/color][/b] Carla Lobo
[b][color=17A589]Aliases:[/color][/b][list][*] Carl - Used by friends
[*] Wolf - Codename used by superiors
[*] L - Codename for agents who report to her
[*] B.W. - Nickname used by fellow spooks after the infamous run against 'Mstilav the Stern' incident
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[b][color=17A589]Age:[/color][/b] 28
[b][color=17A589]Birthday:[/color][/b] December 7
[b][color=17A589]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Latin
[b][color=17A589]Birth Planet:[/color][/b] Shiva
[b][color=17A589]Allegiance:[/color][/b] Neutral
[b][color=17A589]Starting Location:[/color][/b] Persephone
[b][color=17A589]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=17A589]Occupation:[/color][/b] Assassin

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[b][color=17A589]Height:[/color][/b] 5'7"
[b][color=17A589]Weight:[/color][/b] 134 lbs
[b][color=17A589]Build:[/color][/b] Light, lean muscle and runner's thighs
[b][color=17A589]Eyes:[/color][/b] Brown
[b][color=17A589]Hair:[/color][/b] Black
[b][color=17A589]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Olive
[b][color=17A589]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] Ears pierced. Bullet wound on left thigh. Burn scars along her left wrist to elbow. One shrapnel wound in low right back.  	
[b][color=17A589]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Carla's closet is a walk-in room with two clothing racks lining the walls. Along one side was a wide assortment of dresses, slacks, and blouses of black, gray, and white; the unofficial colors of the agency. The fabric was always fresh pressed and never worn for more than one day before being sent to be cleaned. Lining the floor were sensible loafers and slip on leather shoes.

The other half was a collection of brightly colored and patterned dresses, gowns, skirts, petticoats and all other assortment of feminine dress. Fashionable high heeled shoes line the floor opposite from the loafers and pristine white elbow-length gloves hung from the ceiling. In the corner sat bonnets, hats, bustles and all sorts of cosmetic supplies, all arranged in a manner that only makes sense to Carla.

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[i][color=17A589][center]Sociopath * Pragmatic * Organized * Decisive * Stoic * Personable[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=17A589]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Homosexual
[b][color=17A589]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=17A589]Personality:[/color][/b] Carl is almost zealous in her pursuit of perfecting her craft as an Assassin. More than anything else, she views her occupation as her largest, most defining trait. Time spent not in the business of dealing death feels wasted and hollow. 

She is a quiet woman who gets things done as efficiently as possible. She acts friendly to those around her, but she doesn't really get close with others, preferring to keep to herself unless branching out is necessary. When at big social gatherings she isn't exactly in agony, but the distinct impression can be felt by those who are properly acquainted with her that she would much rather be elsewhere.

She lives for certain moments. The rush of traveling at high speeds through the uppermost limits of the atmosphere. The satisfaction of finally completing a project correctly and being able to gaze upon her work. The feeling of putting on freshly cleaned underwear. However, the moment she savors most is the moment of the kill. The more up close and personal, the better. Although it can be quite satisfying to see a man lose a significant portion of brain matter in an instant, Carla gets the greatest highs when she can feel the body grow limp and see the light fade from her quarry's eyes. That experience of transient beauty as a person changes from a living being to an inanimate object sends shivers down her spine and a feeling of relief unmatched in any other form.

[b][color=17A589]Habits:[/color][/b]
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[*] Pouring out an alcoholic drink on the floor before a sip
[*] Nail biting
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[b][color=17A589]Hobbies:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] Recreational Pilot
[*] Earth-That-Was curio collector
[*] Sand painting
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[b][color=17A589]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] Getting spaced
[*] Rejection
[*] Dying in a snowstorm
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[b][color=17A589]Likes:[/color][/b]
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[*] Things being done efficiently
[*] Killing
[*] Gunsmoke
[*] Dinner
[*] Reporting a mission accomplished
[*] Cats
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[b][color=17A589]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] The phrase "milk run"
[*] Coconuts
[*] Pain
[*] Subordinates not following orders
[*] Being interrupted
[*] Screaming
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[b][color=17A589]General Skills:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Astrogation
[*] Jack of All Trades
[*] Deception (Bluff)
[*] Gun Combat
[*] Melee
[*] Recon
[*] Stealth
[*] Athletics
[*] Pilot
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[b][color=17A589]Specialty Skills:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] Pilot (Fighter)
[*] Blade (Melee)
[*] Rifle (Gun Combat)
[*] Endurance (Athletics)
[*] Coordination (Athletics)
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[b][color=17A589]What Is On Your Person:[/color][/b]
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[*] A pair of blue gloves, black jacket, white shirt, and black tie. Black slacks and well-worn steel-toe boots.
[*] Fake identity card 
[*] Knapsack
[*] Company Credit Card
[*] Wallet
[*] Combat Knife
[*] .45 ACP Revolver, fully loaded. Carries 2 more sets of bullets on person
[*] Two shoulder pistol and ammo clip holster
[*] Silver pocket watch
[*] A gold-plated lighter
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[b][color=17A589]Quarters:[/color][/b]
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[*] GOOD (Get Out Of Dodge) bag containing: Fake ID, 25 K in unmarked bills, simple medical kit, Alliance badge, credit cards to an alias, deeds and registration to a house on Greenleaf, and a bottle of whisky
[*] Ammo
[*] Centerfire scout sniper rifle
[*] A curved Officer's Sabre, this one full functional rather than merely a decorative status symbol
[*] A small chest full of various poisons carefully labelled and sealed in vials
[*] Tactical vest
[*] Assault rifle
[*] One VHS tape
[*] Personal laptop and card reader synced into the Agency's database
[*] Radio tuned into local law enforcement and fed comms
[*] One-man space shuttle customized for speed and atmo-resistance
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[b][color=17A589]The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:[/color][/b] Indentured servitude is a time-honored tradition. Carla was selected for the Agency at eight and has known no other life. They don't need to threaten her with a gun anymore; she can't imagine doing anything else. Following Miranda, the Alliance conducted a hostile take-over of the Agency and is organizing their agents under new management.

[b][color=17A589]History:[/color][/b] Carla was born to a prostitute who gave her lifeblood to push her on Shiva in a small town named Jīhuì. She was turned over to a local monastery before the placenta was washed off. 

It was a small temple with few monks and a herd of unwanted children raising each other and being taught informally by the monks. Upon a child's eighth birthday they were weighed and their worth determined. Some stayed on Shiva to earn their way to a profession and an education if they were smart enough and could secure a sponsor. Others were generously given off-world opportunities. Serendipity forced a young man who called himself M onto Shiva to take refuge at the monastery. He watched the children take their cues from the monks and made a modest investment to secure the adoption of seven children. Carla was among them and spent the next seven years training on Ares for a company referred to only as the Agency.

M never intended to be a father. Instead, he left the children on an island in Ares in the care of a rotating staff of instructors. The children were fed at 0430 before put to work running on hard-packed sand, swimming into waves, and running obstacle courses. After lunch they would move into the formal education of being pumped full of information. Then dinner and cleaning whatever vomit or blood needed to be scrubbed out before sleep. The next day the routine would begin again. Carla cried while her knees felt like hot metal rods were running through them whenever she sat or lay down. Every cut that didn't have time to heal would often become infected and was given the barest treatment to avoid delays in training. However, one memory shines out among all the grime of the training: Beautiful Sam. The boy who quit. He stopped in the middle of a run and broke down crying. This wasn't new. All of them had broken at one point or another. What made it different was Sam screaming that he was done. He screamed [b]no more[/b] over and over. All the children watched as an instructor walked up to him, pulled his pistol, and sprayed his brains over the sand. Carla felt an odd feeling of excitement come over her as she viewed the killing. For the rest of the day she kept replaying that scene over and over again. In hindsight she recognized this as her first sexual experience. 

Two more of the selected died during the six month initial training regimen. Afterwards, the children were given respite and being built up after being broken physically and mentally. The remaining four were taken off world. They learned to pilot spacecraft, geography of the worlds, the finer points of stealth, and tactical combat. They were told the training was complete when the Browncoats began their first rebellion. Winning the war was the graduation exam.

The privately owned company took on government contracts exclusively during the Unification War. Carla was given orders to Whitefall at 15 years old. The Alliance experimented with different methods of elimination during the war. On Shadow, they bombarded the planet to oblivion. On other planets, biological weapons took out the enemy and left resources in tact. On Whitefall, rebel leaders were strategically coerced or killed and the remaining manpower was cleansed with rifle fire or put to work on factories and farms. Carla operated out of the Alliance stronghold and sneaked in and out of the shrinking Browncoat territory with a list of names and silently took lives. At the end of the War she earned stand alone agent privileges for two reasons: The other three graduates had been killed and Dust Devils were making the Alliance hold on Athens weak.

The Unification War brought prosperity, a reliable stream of government funds, and contracts to the Agency. Of the seven, Carla was the only success by default and had repaid the Agency in full for their modest investment across all seven children. Carla was moved to Persephone and worked out of a penthouse apartment with a small support team to take more of the freelance contracts against and for Alliance officials. It was a position she earned after the death of a senior operative. 

It was also the first time in years Carla was given autonomy and free time. The free time was overwhelming at first and she buried herself in sand painting, music, and breaking the sound barrier in her modest shuttle in an effort to distract herself from the immense boredom a lack of structure brought. Contracts, few as they were, always brought a wave of relief to the Assassin. One particular job had her wait in a formal ambassador's gala, wave at a secret camera, and stand as a threat to the Dangun magistrate's son. She wore a black gown and hovered at the edge of the party while waiting for the word to execute or exit.

What saved the man's life that night after a kill order was given was Genevieve Dupoit on his arm. Seeing her made Carla hesitate the span of the seven seconds that was needed for the Ambassador to agree to whatever terms the client was pressing and rescind the order. Carla hastily left the party and waited the better part of a day before sending a wave to the woman.

Carla was delightfully surprised when she was accepted. Her weekly to bi-weekly outings with Gene became Carla's favorite part of her routine. However, every time she ended up meeting with Genevieve, she felt urges in the back of her head, whispering devilish commands into her ear. She always resisted them, but they would linger on well after the Companion had left. Often times, the Genevieve would probe and try to suss out the sort of woman Carla was. Carla would respond by blending truth and fiction in a hazy tale that satisfied her curiosity. Carla always got the sense that Gene was keen to help but would never [i]want[/i] to understand. It was a distraction, she mused, for both of them. When Gene took an extended vacation and left Persephone Carla left her Tuesdays free. Out of habit she insisted to herself and anyone who asked. Carla sent Genevieve a wave after one month of agonizing over not seeing her. The warmth and kindness that drew Carla to her was gone. The woman speaking back to her was courteous but shut off and hurting. Seeing Gene in such pain brought up a complicated stew of emotions she wasn't used to feeling. Rage. Sadness. A desire for retribution. But most of all Envy. She cut off the wave and used her free time to investigate. A little digging into the companion guild's more recent black marks revealed Dom and his crime to Carla. It was almost too perfect to have someone to blame. The 'Verse was rarely so accommodating. She visited Dom, had a heart to heart, and cut out his. 

The worlds continue to spin and the Miranda scandal was exposed to the 'Verse. This led to many things and resignations and scandal. Most importantly to Carla it led to the a hostile take over of the Agency by Alliance operatives. The overall structure of the agency was organized into independent cells that reported to supervisors. As a leading agent on Persephone, Carla has introduced herself to three acting directors in the span of a month. The Alliance was grabbing up assets and cleaving at enemies with all the restraint of a butcher's carving. Work was work, but when orders from on high and even promotions were death sentences one had to consider their options.

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[b][color=17A589]Character Quote:[/color][/b] 
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[*] Whatever happens, happens.
[*] [i]Shāntiḥ, Shāntiḥ, Shāntiḥ.[/i]
[*] Shiny.
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[b][color=17A589]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVjOK2KCwqg[/youtube]
[b][color=17A589]Alliance Record:[/color][/b] A litany of speeding fines and unauthorized air space access
[b][color=17A589]Anything Else:[/color][/b] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/135182-nar-mat-kordh-ishi-the-orcish-company/ic#post-3785887]Link[/url] and Saffron
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