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Name: Ian Tannen
Group: Avia
Position in group: Leader
Codename: Kestrel
Age: 27
Appearance: Kestrel is a rather striking man, who can dress up nicely in situations where he needs to, but tends to prefer casual attire. He aims for two toned T-shirts with jeans, but when formality is required he'll show up in a fitted black suit. His ears are pierced, but he usually only wears black studs, leaving them out more often than actually wearing them. With straight black hair and vibrant blue eyes, he has been known to attract a bit of positive attention in the past. However, behind his good looks, there is a cold steel about him, one that can silence crowds when sharply focused. At 6'2'', he can be pretty intimidating when faced one to one, his anger a petrifying thing. He is neither particularly muscular or scrawny.
He bares very little resemblance to his sister.
Personality: For the most part, Kestrel is reclusive in his work despite being the leader of Avia. He spends most of his time within his own office, pouring over his files and keeping out of sight. However, when interaction does occur he is not unfriendly. In fact, he's rather charming. He willingly shows affections towards those under his employ, feeling responsible for them. He makes sure everyone follows his rules, his anger showing itself when he is disobeyed and bringing out a cruel and violent man.
Background: Not much is known about Kestrel, though a motivated soul might do some research and discover that there was once a boy by the name of Ian Fillian who grew up in sector four. His mother's maiden name was Tannen, first name Rosemary. The family was nuclear, with two children, Ian and his sister Hayden. The mother and her husband were both brutally murdered one night, with their son being the arrested for the deed, but released shortly after for unknown reasons.
Whoever that boy was, the Ian in charge of Avia first made an appearance in sector two about four years ago. He started out with just him and his sister, trying to make a dent in the intense crime they were met with. After putting his detective skills to the test, Ian began hunting down what were perceived as the biggest threat: the serial killers. Sure, they recognized that what they were aiming for was incredibly hypocritical, but they told themselves they were killing with reason and that was different. Very quickly, however, they came to realize that they could use the abilities of the people they hunted, pay them and set them loose on the crime dens of Sector two. After some of the other assassin groups began to be heard, Ian decided to take after them and switched to using codenames to hide themselves from scrutiny.
Some of the older assassins might still know his name, but most have only heard of him as Kestrel.
Leisure Activities: Kestrel does not have any leisure time to speak of as he spends just about every moment of his waking hours researching crime within sector two. He knows he has to keep up in order to ensure none of his followers get bored and stir up their own trouble. Even with the rules, he'd rather not tempt fate, or rather, tempt the desires of other killers. So he works and works on all his cases and only stops sometimes to eat or sleep. If ever there is a time where he does have to himself, he enjoys going to a French bakery on the border of his sector and downtown where he sits and reads.
Extra: There is more to this man than meets the eye, or the reputation.
Color: royalblue
Name: Hayden Tannen
Group: Avia
Position in group: Senior Assassin (second in command)
Codename: Merlin
Age: 28
Appearance: Hayden has an appearance vastly different from that of her younger brother. They had both been an almost perfect split. Ian was a replica of his father, minus his eyes and Hayden was a clone of their mother, minus the eyes. She has long wavy red hair, ruddy skin and an asteroid belt of freckles across her nose and various other areas on her body. Her grey eyes come from her father, metallic and cruel. She's less lean than her brother and much shorter, standing at 5'6'', yet she has this way that her scarlet lips curl, that shows she'd kill you dead in a heartbeat and enjoy it. She likes to wear pretty dresses or skirts, even when she's on a hit.
Personality: Hayden is a very effective foil of the rather amiable and friendly Kestrel. She's closed off, hateful and forms no real attachments to anyone. She won't talk to anyone but her brother unless it is absolutely crucial for a situation. Very little makes her happy outside of her brother's company, though she can fake it quite easily if she's ever motivated to do so. The only real emotion she ever seems to feel is anger, which often times flares up without any real warning. That fury is one thing she and her brother have in common. Though hidden inside with a key that only Ian has, there is a young woman that can form lasting attachments and experience feelings other than the one that blazes through her veins. Has a notable dependency on her brother, sometimes using minor manipulation techniques to make sure he doesn't leave her.
Background: Throughout their lives, Hayden has followed her younger brother through anything and everything. They were forged under pressure and pain and their fates were merged infrangibly together from the first time they were brutalized. With that, Ian took charge as the level-headed one, the collected one, the emotional adept one. So when an incident happened with Hayden at the cusp of adulthood, Ian promised he would take care of it. And ever since then, he was always there to fix things.
There was a time when Hayden's mentality was stabilized, but that moment when she released the demon of wrath she had so carefully locked away, she could never quite tuck him back into his dungeon. So anger ruled her life while she followed Ian and she followed that anger and they ended up in the Crime District of Match City, with much damage to be done.
Leisure Activities: As Hayden grows tense and anxious when she has not been on a hit for a long time, her leisure activities tend to be distraction oriented. She enjoys going for runs in the warmer months, while visiting a gym once it gets cold.
She also enjoys spending time with her brother, though that can only be loosely defined as an activity. For the most part, she sits in the same room as him and playing older DS games.
Extra: Hayden was the first one to be subjected to Ian's killing for a reason rules, having made up excuses when they were younger for the men she had murdered. Ian never really believed her, but accepted her words anyway.
Color: Tomato
"Not one of us got here without a few scars."
Name: Arrion Belane
Group: Avia
Position in Group: Senior Assassin
Codename: Fledgling
Age: Uncertain, early 20's
Appearance: An attractive young man who bares an abundance of scars. He's a man with an easy smile and a light of curiosity and mischief in his eyes. His hair and irises share a similar honey shade. His hair is longer on top and shorter at the sides, occasionally blocking his vision. He has three prominent scars on his face, two across his right cheek and the other down his lips. He has more scarring along his left side, this one from burns. He's more muscular than some of his lither groupmates, shows it through tight, long-sleeved t-shirts. Has a bit of a peter pan-esque charm to him.
Personality: Generally has a sick sort of humor, Arrion is able to find amusement in most scenarios with a loud, bubbling laugh. It behaves as a sort of front, underneath it he has a sensitivity to most emotions of others, one that can be more than a curse with his line of work. He's rather childish generally, adoring pranks but shying away from anger and punishment. He's rash, doesn't take the time to make clear plans and relies on instinct more than anything else. He's also a bit of a romantic, quick to spot someone and spark an attraction for them, but when it comes to it has a difficult time forming attachments. Only seems to be close to Kestrel and Merlin.
Background: A child of abuse, Arrion was very, very angry. He had a very short stint as a blitz killer, taking out authority figures that reminded him of his abuser, but never his parent. When Kestrel got a hold of him, he was one of the firsts. Definitely the youngest. Eventually, Kestrel brought down his abuser with his aid and ever since then, Arrion has been a full member of Avia. Since he was there from the beginning, he was also there for all the mistakes and those just add to the scars he previously bore, his rashness and Avia's general inexperience taking their toll.
He had a girlfriend once, almost killed her. Reports say she lives in the fourth district now.
Extra: Fledgling gets his nickname from his young age when first entering into Avia and also from being close to the first person that Kestrel welcomed into the group. It's pretty outdated at this point, but Kestrel adamantly insists that he keeps it.
Color: mediumorchid
Name: Olivia Castillo
Group: Black Cats
Position in group: Assassin, Owner of The Black Cat Lounge
Codename: Cross
Age: 31
Appearance: A slight woman, short and scrawny in stature. She reaches no higher than 5'4'' and less than 120 pounds. She is not a woman who could easily win a hand-to-hand encounter, not without some practiced cheating and dirty tricks. She has short black hair that is longer on one side and often overtakes most of her face. Her skin is a warm olive tone with deep brown eyes. She likes to hold an appearance of wealth, constantly wearing a pair of pearl earrings she received from her absentee father. Olivia can be swayed easily by fine dresses, perhaps a little too vain for her own good.
She has a tattoo of a black cat on the back of her neck.
Personality: Olivia Castillo is a woman running entirely off of fire and feeling. She does not let anyone tell her what to do unless she feels it is within her own interest. She is more than willing to start a confrontation, getting up in arms at many small provocations, yet at the same time some of the big things don't seem to phase her at all. She is fiercely defensive of those that she feels are under her care and will fight to the death over them. Unfortunately, she is rather vain and also greedy. She desires to look pretty and sit pretty all at once, wanting the best life for herself and then by default a better life for those close to her. She is clever, tricky and does not believe in a fair fight. Or, at least, to her a fair fight is each member of the fight doing absolutely everything and anything they can to win. So you better watch out for her claws, because she holds nothing back.
Background: Olivia was born from two immigrants from Spain who moved to Cade City before she was born. When she was young, her father and mother got a divorce and her father took her away to the complete opposite side of the country, to Match. It was there that her father drew back from her, leaving her much on her own. Their economic class had tanked after separation from her mother and she was cast into a hungry life. Picking up a few thieving habits, she began to escalate as her situation grew more bleak and her anger grew more consuming.
After brutalizing a young woman during a home invasion, she needed a place to lay low and avoid more attention. Ducking into an old run down bar, she didn't realize that she would soon be spending most of her spare time in the place, making friends with the owner and staff. After a few years, the aging owner passed away, leaving behind the Black Cat Lounge to Olivia. With that, she formally cut off all ties to her father and began her new life.
When a new face stumbles into her bar with a need for shelter just as she had as a young woman, she accepted and soon found many more ghouls haunting her bar.
Leisure Activities: She focuses most of her time working on her bar, making sure it is a legitimate business so that no suspicious came over the Black Cats. Still, she does try and treat herself from time to time, going shopping with the extra cash she earns.
Extra: Her father is still alive, works as a janitor at one of the sector five businesses.
She is trilingual, fluent in English, Spanish and American Sign Language. The previous owner of The Black Cat Lounge was hard of hearing, bordering on full on deaf, deciding to teach it to her. She uses it sometimes to try and signal other members of the Black Cats, attempting to teach them at least a few basics signs.
She has two sisters that she hasn't seen since they were less than five years old, her mother a well respected doctor in Cade City. Her name comes from a small cross necklace her mother gave her before she was swept from her life. With the activities she does, she doesn't feel she has the right to wear it, but has it framed up at the bar.
Color: teal
Name: Casey Whitter
Group: Familia
Position in group: Newbie
Codename: Wheel of Fortune (X)
Age: 22
Appearance: A young looking man with nervous cinnamon eyes. He rarely wears a smile, but when he does, it drains all the fear from his irises and he shines with near angelic radiance. He has pale blonde hair and creamy skin, his body scrawny but firm if you test his muscles. He tends to hide it beneath large coats and slightly baggy pants, fighting against the heat often. He stands at 5'11", almost awkward in his own height. His body has evidence of scarring if ever exposed.
Personality: Casey has been nervous his entire life, his veins buzzing with anxiety at a daily frequency. Most situations cause him great fear, interactions with other humans ranking as probably the highest. He's extremely quiet in most conversations, preferring to listen and observe than make his own contributions. When he does speak, it comes out as a thoughtless rush of words and he's commonly regretting everything he has said. He has strong morals ad a desire to protect others, despite his general fear of everything in existence. The only time he's truly calm and settled in his own skin is wen he's out on a hit. Crouched outside a known child molester's house, he can finally catch his breath while his mind clears of the chronic tempest. He knows he is capable of this, that this is one confrontation he can handle. He's cold-blooded and effective in his killing.
On the off chance one is actually able to hold a conversation with Casey, he shows himself to be overly polite and obsesses over not upsetting his speaking partner. He'll apologize or shift topics in a heartbeat if he senses his words being taken negatively, anything to placate animosity towards himself. Yet, he has a tendency to overshare, gushing until his mind catches up with his tongue and he grows embarrassed again.
Background Like said above, Casey has been nervous his entire life. When he was a child, he lived in Prewland, a city located near the great lakes. His father was gone more often than not as a very active member of the military. He only seemed to come back in order to scold his son for being weak and put him into yet another intensive self-defense course. He went through just about the same level of combat training a real soldier might be subjected to, learning how to load, care for and fire many different kinds of firearms and handle many different kinds of combat situations. He spent more time grappling with his absentee father than speaking with him. Casey was homeschooled all the way through primary school, the courses designed by his father but implemented by his mother. His mother was young, too young to raise an only child practically on her own. She'd resort to yelling above any other parenting technique so Casey grew obsessive with his responsibilities so she never had a reason to yell. The family was super charged with black and white morality, his father righteous in his belief that he protected the country and his family every day he left them. He worked hard to ingrain that thought into Casey's head, that his only worth comes from his ability to protect.
Past this, the records get unclear. He entered school normally enough, but while progressing through high school its reported that he suffered a paranoid psychotic episode that ended in him shooting a man in the stomach with one of his father's shotguns. He was admitted to a psychiatric facility for observation by a judge's ruling and was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder was well as Schizophrenia. Eventually he made his way into Match City, though there aren't any reports of him checking out of the facility. There, already fractured and broken by the sights of Prewland, he found an even darker, grimier city and looked for absolutely any way to show his self worth.
Leisure Activities: Casey aims for anything that can either keep him calm (relaxation techniques, meditation, coloring books), or something that can fill up his mind and distract him from everything else (loud music, video games, television).
Extra: He violently denies his diagnosis with Schizophrenia and strongly advocates for mental health awareness and treatment.
Color: darkolivegreen
Name: Owen Cale
Group: Royals
Position In Group: Newbie (Sorta), Bellhop
Codename: Black Rook
Age: 18
Appearance: Just a kid with a face that makes him appear even younger than it should. He's rather small, standing only around 5'6'' with barely enough weight to keep him planted on the ground. His hair is a stunning scarlet, his eyes an attractive jade and his face is decorated with light freckles. He's seen most often in his uniform, but whenever off work he prefers simple t-shirts, or plaid and skinny jeans. His ears are pierced and he has a rose tattoo on his forearm.
Personality: At first meeting, Owen is a happy kid. He's all smiles when a guest steps through the door to the King's Reprieve and the first one to bounce right up to them and aid them with all their baggage. There is not a worker at the hotel that is quite as friendly or amiable, where not a complaint has been issued to him. This is due entirely to the fact that Owen is a personality built of clay, ready to be molded and pinched into any sort of shape that is required of him. He can be polite and distant, friendly and loud or even gossipy and catty depending on the type of guest he is faced with, or the type of hit. He's incredibly good at reading people due to this and knows what sort of person they need.
When confronted with questions about himself, what he's really like, who he is, what are his preferences one can bring him to confusion. Such questions are obsolete as all that is important is that he can be who he needs to be to get what he needs to get.
Background: Owen is the child of a very young, poor maid that worked for the King's Reprieve to support her and her son. She was a single parent and they struggled, but survived for a time. However, Owen was an unhappy child, growing up within the richest hotel around but not having access to any of the luxuries thrown in his face. He spent much of his childhood roaming the halls and getting into all kinds of trouble until he discovered how to lie and behave to avoid issues. He learned that he could play the guests of the hotel for gifts, whether he had to be lost and pathetic with giant crocodile tears for the bleeding heart philanthropists or simply sweet and innocent for the oldies that weren't able to spoil their own grandchildren enough. He was a bit of a pest, but always managed to duck out of there just in time to avoid any consequence (well, almost always).
It wasn't long until he discovered what was happening within the confines of the hotel, that the "Royals" he heard cursed by any person that he spoke to were based within those very walls. And it didn't take him long either to ensure that he had a spot, that he got paid. He had no qualms with stoking egos or enabling power plays to get it.
Leisure Activities: He hasn't quite given up on his swindling habits and will spend a lot of his off hours still making rounds throughout the room, offering tea and big doe-eyes.
He also enjoys going down to the bar and snagging a few drinks whenever he can. Usually, this is done by inducting himself into various drinking games with the younger crowd, his age leading them to doubt his ability to hold a shot.
Extra: He's pretty gay.
Color: goldenrod
Name: Douglas Imes
Group: Belladonna
Position in Group: Assassin
Codename: Helianthus
Age: 34
Appearance: Wavy dark brown hair overtakes Douglas's crown, often times leaking over his eyes when he's not paying enough attention to taming it. His face is sharp lines and pale accents. His eyes are the kind of oaken brown that shields are made of, letting no one in to see the soul they say is hidden behind. He's tall, 6'1'' and unmovable, rooted in the ground.
Personality: Douglas is a quiet man with determination. He gets any job set in front of him done, without complaint, without worry and without issue. He's a problem solver, relying on himself and only himself to get jobs done and not worrying about branching out to other sources. He's laconic in speaking and tells even less through expression and body language. He's reserved amongst the other members of the group, but not specifically unfriendly, just markedly making no effort to get to know anyone else. He has minor Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder, enough that he can function at his job and his love life without much issue. It helps him ensure there are no loose ends.
None of this means that he does not have his own pleasures that he can enjoy and in fact is rather romantic.
Background: Douglas's background is nothing so special. He grew up by a park in the first district of Match City. Climbed the trees while his mother smoked cigarettes and spoke with Arlene Huntington three doors down. Arlene had a kid named William -Billy-, but Billy was always eating snacks and always chewing so loudly Douglas wanted to punch his teeth out. Douglas liked to keep things neat and tidy, even had a habit of making something messy just so he could clean it. Though as his conditioned worsened later in life, he couldn't handle that anymore and simply focused on orderliness.
As a younger man, he was pulled into a small gang working out of the area. He was efficient and had no qualms with killing in any way requested. He had no passion for killing, but it paid well and he was good at it so he didn't seen any reason to struggle his way through alternative paths. The first kill was hard, but since then he's compartmentalized it enough to not have the conflict of heart he might have had before. It was around this time, that he met a girl who accepted his request to a date and hasn't denied him one since. They live together now in an apartment far away from the house he was born in and the house Billy Huntington still lives in.
Once Belladonna staked its claim to the area, Douglas moved with the flow and went to get paid under new management.
Leisure Activities: He spends most of his free time with his girlfriend. They like to go to the cinema together.
Extra: Douglas prefers to use guns as his weapon since they're much less personal, however if he is asked to use other methods he will do so. Poison isn't nearly as bad as some other possibilities, though he finds the effort a little unnecessary.
His girlfriend works at a plant nursery and was actually the one that heard about Belladonna first, going to inform Douglas. She keeps their house blooming and is fully aware of his illegal activities. She'll always be his alibi, dedicated to him.
Color: sienna
The Star
Name: Geneviève Saunier
Group: Familia
Position in group: Newbie
Codename: The Star
Age: 23
Appearance:
Geneviève has a modest and slender figure. Here skin is lightly sun-kissed, something which she takes very good care of. Complimenting her skin is her vibrant maroon colored hair, in addition, something that’s rather special about her appearance, at least regarding her eyes is they’re heterochromatic, even rarer, one of them is a violet color. Most days her attire consists of skinny jeans, a black belt a white hoodie and a brown leather jacket, though on special occasions, she has been known to wear outfits such as dresses or skirts, but she mostly sticks to her usual outfit.
Personality:
Having a laid back and relaxed attitude, Geneviève tends to not to let most things get to her, however she’s not afraid to show a more fiery temper should something make her angry. She primarily likes to spend time by herself, though she isn’t opposed to being around others and drumming up conversation. Geneviève has a strong will to help others and is very picky with contracts she chooses to accept, usually only choosing ones where the person making the request has been wronged in some way, she’ll never accept one where it’s solely harming an innocent person.
Background:
Born in Évreux, France to a wealthy family, Geneviève was groomed from the day she was born to be a debutante, her childhood and early teenage years spent going to fancy schools, her parents affording her the best education possible. Not only that but she attended many aristocratic social gatherings at the behest of her parents so that she could find a future husband to produce an heir for both families and combine their fortune.
When she was around fifteen, her family and herself moved to the states, Geneviève’s father having arranged a marriage for her, the real motive behind it was merging his company and her future father-in-law’s company’s together, increasing the wealth of both as well as giving each other access to locations that they hadn’t developed in yet.
Geneviève on the other hand wasn’t for this life style nor for the arranged marriage, she greatly disliked the smugness the wealthy gave off and her arranged husband was no different, but that being just one of the many reasons she didn’t like her betrothed. Upon her eighteenth birthday, right around the time she was to be married, she upped and left during the middle of the night, boarding a train that was headed for Match City; she didn’t care how this would affect her father’s business relationship nor did she care if she was cut off from her family’s fortune, she didn’t need that lifestyle and if she never saw it again, she wouldn’t mind.
Once making it to Match City, she wasted no time in setting up a life there, finding work and an apartment, she quickly made the city her new home. However with all the crime that she both saw and heard about and the police seemingly doing nothing about it, she couldn’t sit idly by and decided to take matters into her own hands, using an old pistol that was her grandfather’s, she set about bringing her own justice to the city to make it a better place.
It wasn’t easy for her at first, but the more she kept at it, the more her views of justice outweighed her conscience. One morning, she received a letter, nothing written on the front, just a stamp on the back, telling her to meet a secluded spot that was written in the note. Curiosity getting the better of her, she decided to go to the meeting spot during the night, a shadow figure explaining her activities had been watched and that she could be useful to their group.
Seeing there were others like her and that they perhaps had the resources to help further her goals of cleaning the crime ridden streets, she eagerly accepted, that was a few weeks ago and whilst she’s still green to both assassinations as well as the group, she’s eager to prove herself.
When she was around fifteen, her family and herself moved to the states, Geneviève’s father having arranged a marriage for her, the real motive behind it was merging his company and her future father-in-law’s company’s together, increasing the wealth of both as well as giving each other access to locations that they hadn’t developed in yet.
Geneviève on the other hand wasn’t for this life style nor for the arranged marriage, she greatly disliked the smugness the wealthy gave off and her arranged husband was no different, but that being just one of the many reasons she didn’t like her betrothed. Upon her eighteenth birthday, right around the time she was to be married, she upped and left during the middle of the night, boarding a train that was headed for Match City; she didn’t care how this would affect her father’s business relationship nor did she care if she was cut off from her family’s fortune, she didn’t need that lifestyle and if she never saw it again, she wouldn’t mind.
Once making it to Match City, she wasted no time in setting up a life there, finding work and an apartment, she quickly made the city her new home. However with all the crime that she both saw and heard about and the police seemingly doing nothing about it, she couldn’t sit idly by and decided to take matters into her own hands, using an old pistol that was her grandfather’s, she set about bringing her own justice to the city to make it a better place.
It wasn’t easy for her at first, but the more she kept at it, the more her views of justice outweighed her conscience. One morning, she received a letter, nothing written on the front, just a stamp on the back, telling her to meet a secluded spot that was written in the note. Curiosity getting the better of her, she decided to go to the meeting spot during the night, a shadow figure explaining her activities had been watched and that she could be useful to their group.
Seeing there were others like her and that they perhaps had the resources to help further her goals of cleaning the crime ridden streets, she eagerly accepted, that was a few weeks ago and whilst she’s still green to both assassinations as well as the group, she’s eager to prove herself.
Leisure activities:
Geneviève tends to read and listen to music during her free time or working at a coffee shop.
Extra:
Geneviève is always looking to improve old skills as well as add new ones, so she’s constantly trying learn everything she can from fire arms to blades, bows, lockpicking, anything to make her a more effective assassin. So far she’s adequate with opening a lock and she’s beginning to favor blades as well, well rather a particular type, the rapier.
Her primary pistols are the Mauser C69 “Red 9” variant and the Luger P08, liking them for their design as well as the sentimentality behind them, these weapons are always holstered on her and rarely does she let others hold them.
Her primary pistols are the Mauser C69 “Red 9” variant and the Luger P08, liking them for their design as well as the sentimentality behind them, these weapons are always holstered on her and rarely does she let others hold them.
Name: Leonard Blackwell
Group: The Black Cats
Position in group: Leader
Codename: Lapua
Age: 32
Appearance:
Leo’s appearance is one that’s rather intimidating for most people, the most defining and noticeable characteristic of his appearance is the large, scar going across his face as well as his right eye which is blind, something that he displays with pride. His head is partially saved, both sides as well as the back, an earring on his right ear and a neatly trimmed beard to complete his facial appearance.
His attire is usually consist of a black shirt and pants as well as a black leather duster, usually taking contracts at night, it helps him blend in with the darkness. The duster, aside from providing warmth when it’s cold allows him to carry an assortment of weapons on him without drawing any real attention to himself. He tends to avoid wearing suits, feeling they don’t fit his look and tends to avoid social gatherings that require formal attire.
His attire is usually consist of a black shirt and pants as well as a black leather duster, usually taking contracts at night, it helps him blend in with the darkness. The duster, aside from providing warmth when it’s cold allows him to carry an assortment of weapons on him without drawing any real attention to himself. He tends to avoid wearing suits, feeling they don’t fit his look and tends to avoid social gatherings that require formal attire.
Personality:
On the surface, Leo is calm and calculated, at least that’s the facade he likes to keep usually, but deeper beneath the surface he tends to be…well a little nuts. He enjoys killing people, the contracts he takes being good excuses to satiate his blood lust, sure he enjoys being paid for his work, but the real reward for him is seeing the terrified look on his target’s face.
He’s not picky with the type of people he’ll kill, ranging from newborns to the elderly, all is fair game to him. In addition, he’s also quick to threaten or actually kill others who gets in his way, even others in the assassin group he’s with, but he’s not completely out of control and can restrain himself when absolutely necessary.
He’s not picky with the type of people he’ll kill, ranging from newborns to the elderly, all is fair game to him. In addition, he’s also quick to threaten or actually kill others who gets in his way, even others in the assassin group he’s with, but he’s not completely out of control and can restrain himself when absolutely necessary.
Background:
Orphaned at a young age, Leo resorted to pickpocketing to survive, he spent the early years of his childhood doing that just to survive. During one cold winter, desperate for warmth and food, Leo lifted the wallet of an old man who was shopping at a small bazaar like market, unbeknownst to him, the man he robbed was a skilled assassin and an excellent tracker.
It wasn’t hard for him to track Leo down and confront him, but rather than turn him into the authorities or harm him, he decided to take him in, seeing a potential in him, he knew it would be a waste to snuff that out. Over the next few years, the old man who went by the name of Austere, trained him hard in various martial arts, often times being very strict, but Leo endured, though sometimes wishing he was treated like a son rather than a warrior in training. When he was twelve, he had been brought out to a forest and was told to stay there for three years and survive on his own, if he could do that, his training would go to the next level.
Leo didn’t understand why he had survive out on his own, but he reluctantly did so. A little scared at first, but after a few months, the wilderness had become his home, he knew what fruits to harvest, what animals to hunt and how to build fires and shelters. During the final year of his survival training, when he had been out hunting, a bear had quietly come up behind him, smelling the freshly killed deer Leo had caught and attacked him for it. Leo ended up wining and killing the bear, but not unscathed, it left a large scar on his the right side of his face as well as blinding the eye.
After that, Leo’s training advanced, learning how to use guns, knives, poisons, anything that would make him a more lethal killer and as his training went on, his more sadistic side appeared. When he finally turned eighteen, he decided to enlist in the military, figuring it would be a good excuse to allow his killer’s instinct to be let loose free on consequences, well mostly anyways.
After two tours, he returned home, but he couldn’t really settle in, a mundane job as well as life began to make him go stir crazy, then stepped in Austere once more, offering him a position in the Black Cats assassin group. Leo was quick to take it, once more able to freely kill as he had been when he entered military service and being paid for it was a nice bonus as well. He performed efficiently and sometime ruthlessly, making even some of the other members a bit squeamish just because of how willing he was to kill without hesitation, even killing children didn’t seem to phase him.
Austere soon fell ill, on his death bed, he began to say his farewells, but what most had been interested in would be who would take over. Much to everyone’s surprise, he chose Leo to be his successor, spending so much time training him, it was a clear choice for him, Leo was his legacy and he felt that the others wouldn’t be able to make the hard decisions as his chosen successor would be able to, even if he was still fairly young, Austere was such he could handle the position.
That had been two years ago and although some still think he’s too young for the position of leader, they all listen and follow his rules.
It wasn’t hard for him to track Leo down and confront him, but rather than turn him into the authorities or harm him, he decided to take him in, seeing a potential in him, he knew it would be a waste to snuff that out. Over the next few years, the old man who went by the name of Austere, trained him hard in various martial arts, often times being very strict, but Leo endured, though sometimes wishing he was treated like a son rather than a warrior in training. When he was twelve, he had been brought out to a forest and was told to stay there for three years and survive on his own, if he could do that, his training would go to the next level.
Leo didn’t understand why he had survive out on his own, but he reluctantly did so. A little scared at first, but after a few months, the wilderness had become his home, he knew what fruits to harvest, what animals to hunt and how to build fires and shelters. During the final year of his survival training, when he had been out hunting, a bear had quietly come up behind him, smelling the freshly killed deer Leo had caught and attacked him for it. Leo ended up wining and killing the bear, but not unscathed, it left a large scar on his the right side of his face as well as blinding the eye.
After that, Leo’s training advanced, learning how to use guns, knives, poisons, anything that would make him a more lethal killer and as his training went on, his more sadistic side appeared. When he finally turned eighteen, he decided to enlist in the military, figuring it would be a good excuse to allow his killer’s instinct to be let loose free on consequences, well mostly anyways.
After two tours, he returned home, but he couldn’t really settle in, a mundane job as well as life began to make him go stir crazy, then stepped in Austere once more, offering him a position in the Black Cats assassin group. Leo was quick to take it, once more able to freely kill as he had been when he entered military service and being paid for it was a nice bonus as well. He performed efficiently and sometime ruthlessly, making even some of the other members a bit squeamish just because of how willing he was to kill without hesitation, even killing children didn’t seem to phase him.
Austere soon fell ill, on his death bed, he began to say his farewells, but what most had been interested in would be who would take over. Much to everyone’s surprise, he chose Leo to be his successor, spending so much time training him, it was a clear choice for him, Leo was his legacy and he felt that the others wouldn’t be able to make the hard decisions as his chosen successor would be able to, even if he was still fairly young, Austere was such he could handle the position.
That had been two years ago and although some still think he’s too young for the position of leader, they all listen and follow his rules.
Leisure activities:
Though he spends most of his time taking contracts, what little leisure time he gives himself, he spends cleaning his weapons, making sure they’re in pristine and working order.
Extra:
Whilst he’ll use anything to kill his targets, his main methods are guns, two to be specific, the first one is a Saiga-12, never knowing when he’ll be in close quarters combat, he always likes to keep it on him. His second weapon and primary choice most of the time is the L115A3 sniper rifle, choosing that specific one for the .338 Lapua Magnum rounds it uses, making sure anyone unfortunate to come into his crosshairs won’t be getting up.
Rune_Alchemist Absolute Depravity
Member
Seen
0-24 hrs ago
Name:
Ashlyn Irving
Group:
Avia
Position in group:
Assassin
Codename:
Owl
Age:
26
Appearance:
Ashlyn has short black hair that falls to her shoulders. She has a healthy, almost flawless complexion one might expect of someone that pays great attention to both detail and appearance, perhaps stemming from her day job. She has dull blue grey eyes that often wear an amused or generally friendly expression, her mouth typically turned up in a smile or in a tired frown if it's been a long day.
When doing leisurely activities, she can typically be seen wearing slight high end looking garments. A chemists salary pays pretty well, and money from Avia definitely helps. Typically, she can be seen wearing some sort of high class boots, comfortable light pants and a light long sleeved top with a jacket over it.
Otherwise, when on the job, as she greatly values her privacy she goes to great lengths to hide her actual identity to an almost paranoid level. She wears elbow length surgical gloves modified slightly to make sure no fingerprints are left behind. Her entire face, head, and neck, is covered by a gas mask that she has modified herself to be able to safely filter out most toxic substances in the air. A sometimes necessary requirement considering her favored method of killing. Simple black jeans, a immaculately clean lab coat and easy to move in boots complete the outfit.
Personality:
Generally speaking, most of the time on the surface Ashlyn is friendly, amicable, and all smiles and generally a warm personality. Especially at her day job working in a lab as a Chemist - requires that more often than not, she is exactly that. People find her easy to talk too, and she likes talking to people. Generally, she'd be described as a people person quite easily. She likes being around people, likes talking, being playfully flirtatious and otherwise being friendly to people she can get along with. As she is quite easy to get along with, this tends to be quite a number of people and she finds it quite difficult to dislike or be angry with people for long.
However, under that initial amicability one might find her to be both surprisingly stubborn and somewhat...obsessive. She doesn't seem to take most things seriously, either, going along life completely without a care. She also tends to be a very private person, despite her amicable seeming nature.
She dislikes people visiting her home, and greatly dislikes people being nosy or overly pushy about things. If there's one thing she hates, it's people who don't know when to quit when they're in over their head, or what they're trying to accomplish is impossible for them. She tends to also keep to herself outside of the work place, and doesn't really 'hang out' with people that much, some might find it an odd trait for her to have, but as she says, she is a busy person.
Background:
Ashlyn, is a product of a wealthy upbringing and near perfect education. She was born into a family of doctors, scientists, and other such people who had been such for generations and were quite proud of their lineage. She of course, was expected to be no exception. From the moment she was born she was made to study, go to the best schools, eat healthily, etc. Things such as that. She could have turned out a lot worse, all things considered really. She had a fairly average life growing up, if somewhat bored due to nothing particularly interesting her as far as academics and was already resigned to taking over her parents hospital.
Well, until she decided to give Chemistry a try. She absolutely loved it. She never particularly wanted to be a doctor, and decided to instead, become a chemist and help research new drugs, chemicals, and other such things that could be beneficial and help people. Not only did it earn her a fairly good salary, working with such chemicals gave her an odd sense of empowerment. She wasn't bored any more, and she could use her knowledge to make sure she was never bored again. After graduating college, she quickly landed a job in the medical field.
It was some time later, that she was 'contacted' by someone calling himself called Kestrel...well, she wasn't given much of an option in the matter, so she decided to join Avia.
Leisure activities:
- Her day job, if you will, is that of a chemist in Match City. She is well respected in certain scientific circles, and has aided in some development of some 'fun' new chemicals.
- Spends free time reading, playing chess, even a bit of writing.
Extra:
- She is incredibly intelligent, almost near genius levels of it, in fact and likes putting it to good use in a number of ways, and tends to be incredibly logical in her approach to things, almost coldly so.
- Spent a number of years...'experimenting' with poisons and things toxic to humans for whatever reason and built up a resistance to a number of common drugs, knock out agents, and other such things. Why? For science, obviously.
- When alone, or when she thinks she is alone she becomes rather...somber. Her typical warm smile is replaced by a slightly unsettling neutral expression. Almost emotionless, really. Perhaps one that is slightly annoyed. 'Bored' might be an apt word.
-Incredibly observant, and has excellent eyesight for details and extremely steady hands.
-Vast knowledge of the human body, biology and chemicals in general.
-Her favored forms of taking out someone, is with gas. Chemicals are incredibly fun, no? While the potential for collateral damage is high to be sure and she uses lethal gasses sparingly, its always a pleasure to hear someones screams as their skin effectively boils. Otherwise, she makes use of kidnapping unsuspecting targets, and using them to test various poisons, chemicals, and other such things and taking as many notes as she can on what happens. Doesn't mind getting a little creative in learning a bit more about the human body, either. If kidnapping is unavailable, syringes full of deadly substances aren't that difficult to make.
Bluetommy Disastrous Enby
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
♚ Name:
Liam Brighton
♚ Group:
Royals
♚Position:
Head
♚Codename:
The Black King
♚Age:
29
♚Appearence:
Liam is slender and graceful. His every move seems almost as if it were thought of beforehand as a result of his high co-ordination, trained through time spent on his interests. Liam possesses a pointed nose and a small chin. His eyes are blue, a very light sky-blue, almost looking grey. Liam's skin is incredibly soft, especially considering the usual wear and tear from his hobbies. Liam, naturally brown haired, dyes his hair a light blonde to match with the ghost-like paleness of his skin, giving him a hauntingly bright look that only serves to highlight his graceful movements and attractiveness. Despite nearing his thirties, Liam still appears as if he was in his early twenties. Liam achieves this through heavy washing and light make-up. Liam almost always wears suits, often of gaudy colors and obsolete styles. Despite this, Liam manages to look good in almost anything he wears. He often smells of lilac.
♚Personality:
Among his colleagues, Liam is known for one thing: being stubborn, this stubbornness is what led him to leave the Belladonna, and it is also what lead him to leadership, as his unyielding pursuit of power appealed to many of the Royals' younger members, and of course the fact that he is highly thought to have killed the last leader. Liam is ruthless, cruel, and determined, meaning that if something doesn't go his way, he will ensure it does through any means necessary. He is also heavily paranoid, and as such is wary of all of the other assassin groups; it is as a result of this that the Royals are among the least understanding about intrusions into their domain. Liam has a special dislike of the Black Cats and Avia, the former due to a personal vendetta, and the latter mostly due to a perceived hypocrisy in their methods.
♚Background:
Liam was born in the park district, or at least he thinks so. Liam was already in a group home by the age of four years old, growing up amongst the other orphaned children and spending his time by sitting around and playing with toys. He was adopted on his seventh birthday by a wealthy business tycoon who provided him with a stable home life and a happy childhood, spent playing baseball or reading novels. His father later met a bartender who he married after dating for three weeks. This woman was heavily abusive to Liam, both physically and verbally. Despite his connection with his father, Liam was unable to bring himself to speak out due to fear.
One day when Liam was thirteen, his foster parents went to the business sector of the city, where his father worked, on what was supposed to be a usual trip.
They never returned.
Once again orphaned, Liam quickly turned to crime to support himself. It was during this time that he discovered the existence of the Belladonna. Liam attempted to join, and was successful, taking the code-name Magnolia. Serving as a Belladonna assassin for two years. His second year was not his best. During a normal assassination, Liam was caught and "Magnolia" became a wanted man. When the Belladonna refused to aid him, Liam angrily stole as much as he could and fled the district. With what he could scrounge, he managed to raise enough money to lose the heat, but now he was alone, back to square one, penniless and homeless.
The Royals, however, were more than willing to receive a former Belladonna assassin, and Liam joined their ranks without a second thought. Despite the distrust of his elders, Liam established himself as a highly competent assassin, earning a large amount of money due to the high charge of Royal contracts. Eventually, the white king died, and at this point, Liam was known as the black queen, and thus the first choice to succeed to leadership.
One day when Liam was thirteen, his foster parents went to the business sector of the city, where his father worked, on what was supposed to be a usual trip.
They never returned.
Once again orphaned, Liam quickly turned to crime to support himself. It was during this time that he discovered the existence of the Belladonna. Liam attempted to join, and was successful, taking the code-name Magnolia. Serving as a Belladonna assassin for two years. His second year was not his best. During a normal assassination, Liam was caught and "Magnolia" became a wanted man. When the Belladonna refused to aid him, Liam angrily stole as much as he could and fled the district. With what he could scrounge, he managed to raise enough money to lose the heat, but now he was alone, back to square one, penniless and homeless.
The Royals, however, were more than willing to receive a former Belladonna assassin, and Liam joined their ranks without a second thought. Despite the distrust of his elders, Liam established himself as a highly competent assassin, earning a large amount of money due to the high charge of Royal contracts. Eventually, the white king died, and at this point, Liam was known as the black queen, and thus the first choice to succeed to leadership.
♚Leisure activities:
Liam is a prolific fencer and is the owner of the "Match City Boutique", formerly a Royals front which Liam has turned into a legitimate business.
♚Extra:
-Liam's Royals are focused on holding their territory and conquering the others.
-Liam still does hits personally, and his favorite method is either a silenced pistol headshot, or a slash to the carotid artery with a knife.
-Liam still does hits personally, and his favorite method is either a silenced pistol headshot, or a slash to the carotid artery with a knife.
"Kill your mark ten minutes before they know they have died, lets them think they have a chance"
Name
Doctor Arthur Molian (or Doc for short)
Group
Belladonna
Position in group
Head
Codename
Aconitum
Age
30 something
Appearance
Outwardly Arthur seems non-assuming and downright friendly, often wearing a smile, or at the very least a grin. His hair is longer and usually unkempt, its light brown having next to no grey intruders, and often being kept in a ponytail to keep it out of his face (if he can muster up the will or energy). When pulled back like this one can notice the double piercings on both of his ears, that usually contain small steel grey earrings. His facial hair seems more well taken care of and appears a shade darker than his hair. His skin is often smudged with dirt from his time spent working in the city's gardens.
When killing a mark, or when meeting with agents from the other groups, Arthur dons what he lovingly refers to as his "Work Attire". It consists of dark grey trousers and shirt, over which is fitted a tight, button up overcoat and gloves (both colored in a matte black). A brimmed hat and his mask (which is bone white, a blood red cloth falling from it to cover the rest of his face.) The entire ensemble is meant to inspire one thing. Fear, or at the very least upset nerves.
Personality
A sense of almost tired calm pervades most if not all of Arthur's personality. He rarely if ever raises his voice, preferring to make his point with actions rather than raised words. Attempts to get under Arthur's skin are usually met with an eerie stonewall, and the smile you would give someone digging their own grave. Like all leaders Arthur has his own share of ambition, but tends to play with his cards extremely close to his chest, keeping the ability to surprise with the smallest of actions. In the realm of assassination, Arthur has no qualms about who he kills a mark is a mark and money is money. Even members of other groups are fair game in this regard, though these contracts are always approached with the necessary caution.
It is common knowledge in Belladonna that Arthur requires only two things from its members, secrecy and loyalty. If both these are kept then you are safe within Belladonna, free to rise and fall of your own merit. But break these two and you will ether be left by the wayside or removed as a problem. Permanently
Background
Born in the second district to middle class parents, Arthur's history at first glance seems almost painfully average. No arrests in his youth, nothing distinguishing himself from his classmates, nothing that would indicate that the young child would grow into the leader of the Belladonna. But dig a little deeper into the few files on Arthur and a different story begins to emerge, a hidden little story behind the veneer of plainness. A tail of school bullies falling ill after ingesting various, mildly poisonous, flowers. Of the notebooks filled with observations, accompanied by pressed flowers and pictures of their growing places. Of the rat population of Arthur's neighborhood taking a steep dive in his high school years. Of all of this stopping when he left for collage, where he majored in botany, earning his doctorate in his chosen field, before returning back to Match City.
It is unclear if it was at this point that Arthur found his way into the line of work that lead him to where he is now, or if he worked in it before his departure and return. What is known is that after he came back the still younger assassin began to ramp up his operation, carving out a name for himself quickly. After a time he began to attract others to his side, at first only a small circle, then a small motley, then a full blown operation. Christening the group Belladonna, Arthur set about quietly solidifying their place among the city, carving away the competition in sector 1 in a subtle yet brutal campaign. As all this was going on Arthur, under the guise of his public face, lobbied and greased more than a couple palms for the renovation and expansion of the city parks and gardens. A project that he argued would help bring a new face to the city.
Eventually the city agreed, and the famous parks and gardens of sector 1 were constructed, with Arthur himself taking up operation and management of a small garden. This garden is usually closed off from the public, but houses many large, well tended beds of poisonous flowers (probably why the public isn't allowed in, unless accompanied by Arthur or another of the workers) and an office where Arthur can most often be found.
Leisure activities
Arthur can be found most often working in the Cities gardens, tending to various flowers and plants of varying toxicity.
Extra
Arthur's skills could be called lacking when it comes to a stand up fight. As such he prefers to employ stealth and his broad array of toxins to ensure a kill. Often killing a target with the mark never even realizing that they were poisoned.
His favored weapons are a poisoned filled syringe and several throwing weapons coated in poison (knives and needles mainly), though he will use other weapons if needed. Some say his lack of firearm plays into an eclectic taste of his, others because he finds guns to loud and imprecise (in reality its a combination of both).
Arthur is intimately familiar with all poisons he uses and their effects. He does the same with any extract mixtures he uses.
Song
FantasyChic Poptarts and Glitter
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name: Colette Alba
Group: The Royals
Position in group: Senior Assassin
Codename: The White Queen
Age: 24
Appearance: Colette stands at 5'7'' and weighs 120 lbs. She has a slim frame with curves in the right areas. She has long, platinum blonde hair, almost white in appearance, and silver eyes. Her skin tone is eerily pale, with subtle hints of color in the cheeks. Her typical attire consists of high-end clothing, dresses, tights, blouses, jackets, and boots and heels. She usually wears clothing in certain colors, most notably black, white, and silver. She has a tattoo of angel wings on her back and shoulders. She has pierced ears and a small nose stud.
Personality: Much like her appearance, Colette can be icy and cool to talk to. She doesn't relish conversations with ordinary people and she isn't afraid to touch a raw nerve if she felt she would get a kick out of it. She enjoys starting trouble and doesn't shy away from confrontation. Some would say she likes to watch the world burn, but that isn't necessarily true. While she enjoys mischief, she has a soft spot for those she is close to, especially those in her group, considering the family she never had (or wanted). If you get on her good side, she is a fiercely loyal ally.
Background: Colette wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Colette isn't even her birth name. But the girl that grew up in a home that didn't want her was no more. She was dead by all accounts. Died in a fire that left the family with no surviving members. Just a small girl watching on the street, clutching a teddy bear with one of the eyes missing.
The little girl was bounced around from home to home, but if she didn't like her family or where she lived, she caused trouble and got booted out. It wasn't until she was placed in a well off family that she decided to stay. She acted like the perfect daughter and the family was happy. She was given many things, the best education, all the clothes and toys she could want.
This was how one lived.
As she got older, life got boring. She needed something fun to do. The family was exhausting its use. They had money, but she wanted more. She always wanted more. She started off small. Petty thievery, small fights, but worked her way up. Eventually, she had her first kill. It didn't hit her how much she enjoyed it. She mentally checked herself. She saw enough times about the first kill cracking the mental state. She was fine. She just had fun.
She continued this trend getting older. Sneaking into places, mainly to show she could. Her parents, or whoever they were, were none the wiser.
She received the delightfully written invitation on expensive paper. An invitation. It was merely signed "The Royals". She had to admit, it perked her up. So she came and experienced the mayhem that was The Royals. She met the head of it, Liam, and the two became acquainted. He had heard of her skills and offered her a job, of sorts. She was entranced. The lifestyle she had grown accustomed to was now within reach and she could control it.
She left her family behind with very little words. She got set up and continued her fun.
The little girl was bounced around from home to home, but if she didn't like her family or where she lived, she caused trouble and got booted out. It wasn't until she was placed in a well off family that she decided to stay. She acted like the perfect daughter and the family was happy. She was given many things, the best education, all the clothes and toys she could want.
This was how one lived.
As she got older, life got boring. She needed something fun to do. The family was exhausting its use. They had money, but she wanted more. She always wanted more. She started off small. Petty thievery, small fights, but worked her way up. Eventually, she had her first kill. It didn't hit her how much she enjoyed it. She mentally checked herself. She saw enough times about the first kill cracking the mental state. She was fine. She just had fun.
She continued this trend getting older. Sneaking into places, mainly to show she could. Her parents, or whoever they were, were none the wiser.
She received the delightfully written invitation on expensive paper. An invitation. It was merely signed "The Royals". She had to admit, it perked her up. So she came and experienced the mayhem that was The Royals. She met the head of it, Liam, and the two became acquainted. He had heard of her skills and offered her a job, of sorts. She was entranced. The lifestyle she had grown accustomed to was now within reach and she could control it.
She left her family behind with very little words. She got set up and continued her fun.
Leisure activities: Colette enjoys shopping. A lot. She also enjoys music, listening to it, dancing, going to clubs and parties. She enjoys fine dining and anything else that costs a lot.
Extra: She considers Liam to be a father figure, despite the small age gap, though there may be other feelings there.
She owns a small, black cat named Midnight.
She typically wields dual silenced pistols as weapons, but has been known to use the sniper rifle for trickier hits. She is also pretty skilled in self-defense, in case things get hairy.
She owns a small, black cat named Midnight.
She typically wields dual silenced pistols as weapons, but has been known to use the sniper rifle for trickier hits. She is also pretty skilled in self-defense, in case things get hairy.
FallingSkies
Member
Seen
6 yrs ago
Name: Grayson Pullock
Group: Black Cats
Position in group: Assassin
Codename: Jaguar
Age: 26
Appearance: Grayson is about 5'10", mostly built with muscle. He's gotten pale through time, because most of his work is done during the night. He's got longer brown hair and blue eyes. Grayson usually wears an oversized hoodie or a jacket much like the one in his photo. Along with that he likes to wear skinny jeans and converse. If he's actually out trying to assassinate someone, he wears much more form fitting clothes so they don't end up in the way.
Personality: Grayson seems almost shy and reserved when in large crowds. He doesn't usually speak up about issues if there are people already taking the issue on. It leads most people to think he's an introvert or unsocial. When with his friends though, he likes to crack stupid jokes and make terrible puns. He will usually act the same way with a small group unless he doesn't know anyone or is trying to seem cool for someone in the group. He doesn't much care what people think of him (as far as being goofy and weird) until she thinks someone is important or takes his interest. He can be protective and kind and caring, but he will get his revenge if he feels betrayed. If you mess with him than you're likely to end up finding some act of rebellion. Either he doesn't listen to what you say anymore, goes against everything you suggest, or tries to secretly turn everyone against you. It's usually not huge things, he saves those for extreme measures, but he always feels accomplished when something goes wrong for someone who has wronged him. He tries not to let things get to him and sometimes he can "let them roll off him" but usually this just means he's holding a grudge, but not actually doing anything about it. It's all about passive aggressive revenge for him. He'll call you out on something wrong you've done in the nicest way possible.
Background: Grayson grew up with a single mother, his father disappearing when he was under a year old. He always had terrible father figures as his mother was more in to partying and drugs then taking care of her son. He'd ended up idolizing too many men who were terrible for his mother, until he would see them mess up. He got sick of watching men take advantage of her and ended up taking off when he was thirteen.
He'd left Match city and tried to take care of himself. He was sure he escaped from that city, no one ever came looking for him. He got in with a group moving drugs, no one suspected the small boy and he could pull off the innocent look if ever questioned. It'd lasted him until he was about nineteen and then he had decided to head back to Match City. He missed his mother and he missed his home.
It turned out things had gotten worse for his mother while he was gone. She'd tried to clean herself up and ended up with an abusive guy. She had still been with him when Grayson had showed back up and he had ended up taking matters in to his own hands. Over the next months, his mom's husband found strange things happening until one day, his breaks just hadn't worked.
Grayson prided himself on his good work with cars and computers. It was the two things he was best at, not that his mother needed to know that now. That was all information he had learned while he was away. He's not sure how it happened after that, but somehow he had gotten contacted by the Black Cats and he wasn't going to turn down a job. Someone had to take care of him and his mom. A part time job wasn't going to do it all.
Leisure activities: Grayson enjoys sleeping on his couch when he's not out on a job. He also actually tries to have friends outside of the Black Cats, although he's still unsure of how that's working out. If both of those fail, he can usually be found under a car hood or in front of his computer with some music playing. He's also got a part time job during the day at a video game store.
Extra: Tends to do a lot of tech stuff for the Black Cats when he can.
Name: Lady Jessica Genevieve-Flores
Group: Familia
Position: Head
Age: That's not a polite thing to ask, you know.
Appearance: Lady Jessica looks old. That is the primary and defining characteristic of her appearance, oftentimes the only one that can be safely and reasonably discerned by the outside observer under manifold layers of clothing and makeup. She was old when the city was only beginning to be overtaken by crime, filth and sin, she was old when Familia was nothing but a little gathering of bashful vigilantes discussing their plans in the basement of her manor, remained old throughout the group's long and illustrious history up to the present day and, without any doubt, will remain old for many more decades to see this precious city restored to its original pristine condition. Lady's exact age can't be determined - any official documents are outside of reach of anyone interested in the question and those that are in public access are not be trusted. Her hair color is also subject to speculation - chances are, Jessica is bald and wears a new wig and elaborate headdress for every social occasion. Empress' dark, sunken eyes, however, are quite memorable to say the least - gaze like sharp needles skewering the object of her interest and holding it in place for thorough examination, a mischievous, promising glint in their depth mesmerizing her interlocutor as if they were a prey animal facing a constrictor snake. Her eyesight is surprisingly acute for such a venerable woman, a fact not many people are aware of.
Personality: Firstly and primarily, Empress is driven and determined. She has a dream for herself and her Familia and will see it fulfilled no matter what obstacles and adversaries she has to face on the way. She harbors nothing but love and respect for the fellow members - but only as long as they all, to the man, share her dream and vision. Slacking and half-hearted efforts are not tolerated in her Familia, loyalty and dedication to the cause are prized much more than great skill that is combined with weak will and loose morals. At the core, Empress is a gentle soul, compassionate and kind - it is that kindness and compassion for the world, for the city, for every living being in it that gives her the power and mental capacity to mercilessly purge the streets and excise the cancerous sprouts of uncontrolled violence and villainy.
In personal conversation with people she likes - and especially with those she doesn't - Empress is surprisingly informal, displaying an unexpected lack of haughtiness and oficiality while still projecting a noble, almost royal air around her, simply through the power of truth and belief behind her every word and energetic, direct and fearless attitude.
Background: Not much is known about Jessica's past. She is old money, as far as that term can be extended to the lucky and enterprising colonists who managed to carve out a good living in the New World - her family has produced numerous congressmen, senators and governors and amassed a fortune thanks to shipping and wise investments that served them faithfully for several centuries and will surely do so for many more. As far as anyone's concerned, Empress was born during the days when Match was much less of a city than it is today and it was witnessing it grow up and bloom together with her before plunging into rot and corruption that made her take up arms in its defense - a story fit for a romantic novel, if it didn't include so much bloody murder. Nevertheless, it was how Familia originated - her and a few other brave men and women appaled at the state of their city venturing into the churning bowels of the city where no copper dared to tread with bared weapons and steeled hearts, like witch hunters of yore rooting out corruption and sin in ways that only God could forgive them for. It worked, not perfectly, not without a stutter and schism, but still worked terrifyingly well - in no time, one of the dirtiest, evilest gutters of Match became the cleanest and safest district, from which the Familia began to gently spread its tendrils, not quite powerful enough to provide absolute protection, but more than capable of enacting punishment for crimes and taking care of the most heinous sins commited beyond the reach of law. The city government and especially the forces of law enforcement are closely acquainted with the Familia, partially by the grace of Empress' status in high society and considerable financial capabilities - two parties have long since forged an unwritten agreement between them, providing all possible aid to each other in order to restore the city and safekeep it against future disasters.
Whenever the rare honest and pure-hearted cop can not arrest a vicious murderer due to the lack of evidence, he only needs to loudly complain about it in the right place and then be at ease, knowing that the perpetrator will soon turn up in a morgue, a victim of a horrible accident involving an ice pick and several dozen stab wounds. Similarily, Familia is quietly informed about cases of serious corruption and white collar crime among the force and local government - and those likewise turn up mysteriously missing along with their associates or, more rarely, marvelously lose any desire to extend their service for any longer after a faithful meeting with some of Familia's gentler members.
Leisure: As a venerable, accomplished woman of class and high status, Jessica spends her free time on many different activities - she regularily gets visited by her many grandchildren, siblings, relatives and old friends all of whom she remembers by name and age as clearly as if they were never away from her for many months, occasionally provides one of her three mansions for charity events, bountifully donates herself, attends important social occasions herself, knits macrame and dabbles in writing, among many other things that every proper businesslady must do while simultaneously running a charity assassin organisation. Her "Fabio the Butcher King" series have been unexpectedly popular with a certain class of teenagers and housewives - a fourth publishing deal should come up in a month tops.
Extra: It might come as a surprise, considering Empress' (probably) advanced age, but she is not only an inspiring leader, cunning planner and a capable organisator but also a more than proficient assassin herself. Perhaps she had good teachers during the childhood and a lot of practice in her younger years or perhaps the faint air of mysticism and magic that surrounds the sweet old lady has some justification behind it, but whenever you don't look at her, Jessica becomes preternaturally quick. As a mild example - whenever a visitor comes up to the back door of her mansion, she is already standing behind it even before said visitor manages to knock! Likewise, one should never let her hands out of sight, because chances are the moment you blink she will have a knife in one and a gun in the other, using both in tandem with speed and killing intent that'd be startling to witness from a professional career soldier, to say nothing about a frail ancient woman. Of course, none except the most trusted and capable members of the Familia are privy to knowing so much about the Empress, and even then, it was ages since Jessica actually engaged in direct confrontation with anyone, or at least so it seems - after all, any member of the group is always happy to provide the services of a bodyguard and warden should the old lady wish to go for a walk in a bad neighborhood.
Solaris Accursed Blasphemer
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Name: Derek Mann
Group: None, Independent
Position in group: Senior Assassin (not actual position, just experience level)
Codename: The Angel (More like a nickname)
Age: doesn’t know, claims to be in early twenties, but looks younger.
Appearance: 5’8, lean but solid build, dirty blonde hair and light grey eyes. Can be seen wearing a number of different outfits. Under his main identity he wears casual cloths, a hoodie, jeans, sneakers. During assassinations or surveillance, he wears a plethora of outfits and disguises, usually dressing in the one that best fits the situation, therefore he can be anywhere, or anyone. During raids he dons navy blue sweats and a navy blue hoodie, over the hoodie he wears a bulletproof vest and he wears a gas mask and the hood of his hoodie to conceal his face. For footwear during raids, he wears steel toed boots, navy blue of course.
Personality: Derek is the kind of person who unintentionally puts up a false front in regards to his personality. He seems to be cold, quiet, lazy, dull and half asleep all the time. That's what almost everyone who knows him sees him as. He sees himself is in fact sharp in body and in mind, always alert and ready to react to a situation if he needs to. He is also by no means cold or quiet either, his roommate, who is frequently annoyed by knows that much. Also, though he does not display much of an interest in day to day living, he is not lazy at all in terms of his job. He diligently works to gather information and cautiously plans out hits, although he does like to go in gung-ho once in a while, it is uncommon for him to do so.
On and before jobs, Derek, plans his hits to be as efficient as possible, and is ruthlessly cold in executing them (no pun intended). He mostly targets those who have committed grave sins, or those who his sponsors have requested. When he does a hit on his own, he usually does so because he knows that he can acquire extra funds from those who he has targeted. Aside from that, he doesn't accept money from anyone else besides his sponsors. He is a very peculiar assassin.
Background: It is as if he was fated to be what he is today, a killer. He was born for the purpose of killing, he was raised for the purpose of killing, and when he was finally free all he knew was killing. It wasn’t necessarily bad though, it paid the bills, was exhilarating and its not like he was alone either. He had people on his side, a sponsor, and behind him, a group, which would give him money, weapons, new identities and information in exchange for using his skills to run some “errands” and complete risky and/or sensitive “jobs”.
He tried to avoid the different assassin communities that started popping up as his stay at the city grew longer and he did have some close encounters with them from time to time. He however was always able to avoid confrontation and keep his identity hidden. He lived like this from a young age in the city for seven years until he finally received a job from his sponsors to do some research on the organizations of assassins which reside in the city. Though it unnerved him, he could not turn down this request, not from those who helped him in his time of need.
Leisure activities: Can usually be seen wandering the city, either stalking someone, staking out a location or just to take it all in. He likes to visit different restaurants and typically eats an inhuman amount of food in order to recharge his energy. He also enjoys finding quiet and serene places in the city where he can relax and listen to music. When he is at home he is usually tinkering, reading, plotting his next hit/raid or simply delving into his own thoughts.
Extra: -Has safe houses in each district except the first
-Has a diverse set of skills which he developed over the years in which he lived in the city
-Has multiple Identities which he utilizes in hits
-Currently attending college
-Has already made a small fortune
-Eyes occasionally glow red
-Just like the the different groups, he too has become an urban legend, though less known and is much more obscure, he was given the nickname, The Angel, though among the actual community of assassins in the city, the urban legend of "The Angel" is widely known.
Name: Wanda Sokol
Group: Avia
Codename: Pigeon
Position in group: Newbie assassin/surveillance
Age: 22
Appearance: Wanda is a small but sturdy girl, standing only a half-inch shy of 5'4, and weighed only around 110lbs, most of which is muscle as she is very athletic. Thick, dishwater blonde hair frames her pale face and drapes over her shoulders until just above her lower back, with shortened bangs, which often brush the tops of her eyebrows. Her eyes are a soft chocolate brown, and are often accented with different shades of eyeshadow and a bit of mascara. She takes a bit of care in how she dresses, often planning her outfits a night ahead, so she knows that it will be coordinated correctly and not rushed.
Personality: Wanda is an energetic and friendly sort, with a bit of a distant personality, but is otherwise petty sweet. She has a very good memory, and has never had any difficulty recalling faces, names, or anything really. Confident and witty, Wanda enjoys riling others up, and will often try to purposefully get a reaction out of someone in a situation if she's given the chance. She's more playful than malicious though, and is mindful of not making enemies with the wrong folks, and not being an asshole to too many others. She can still come off as a little snobbish at times though, especially when it comes to computers and her own programs or tech. She's a bit touchy on sharing any specifics though, and is quite secretive about the methods she uses for work.
Background: Wanda won't often go into detail about where she was born or how she grew up, but she will often recount it shortly as 'strict and honestly a bit unorthodox', and often redirects any attempt at dwelling into the subject. She claims that its done and in the past, but if you know her well, you'll know that it still does bother her. She left when she turned 17, drifting for awhile and surviving off credit card scams and robbing cars. It wasn't glamorous or anything, but she got by, and eventually managed to collect herself enough cash for an apartment somewhere. She happened to be in Match City when she decided she aught to relax somewhere and bed down, and moved somewhere in Avia's territory. She received an okay enough explanation for the way the city worked from the locals after she had moved in, and she decided pretty quick to request to join Avia, who seemed to have a decent enough moral code for her, and who could make use of skills she had previously not known what to do with.
Leisure activities: Programming and gaming. She also likes to people watch sometimes, or wander around different parts of the city. She also has a tabby cat named Beans that she often spends time with.
Extra: She's better with computer hardware, but will put together bots or rootkits for work or quick cash if she needs to. Enjoys sharing pictures of Beans with others.
Name: Sloan Sokol
Group: the Black Cats
Position in group: assassin
Codename: Nickel
Age: 22
Appearance: Sloan is a slim looking man, standing just evenly at 5'7', but build lean and athletic, with blazing blue eyes and sun-bleached blonde hair which he often leaves short but shaggy; his bangs often begin to cup his cheeks and swoop past his eyebrows when he's not careful. He's not very particular in the way he dresses, often just throwing on whatever pair of jeans and t-shirt he can find before leaving his apartment. He does seem fond of a particular dark, fur lined bomber jacket his sister had sent him. (he's still not quite sure how she knew his address, or even which state he lived in, but was happy to see she cared enough to send him something on their birthday.)
Personality: Sloan is a pretty laid back, and is more or less a true neutral when it comes to his own moral compass; it doesn't matter until it affects me directly. That said, Sloan then often goes through life however he pleases, doing whatever he wants, when he wants, and will involve whoever else he wants to involve.
All around, he's a pretty self centered ass, but sometimes, if you're patient enough, or can just brush off assholes well enough to be around him that long, he might actually start to like you some. This won't make him act like any less of an asshole, but it does mean that he's now your asshole, and would probably follow you into hell if he thought you'd need the help. He's no self-sacrificial fool, but he is loyal, and willing to help an ally.
Despite how self centered he seems, however, when it comes to the topic of his twin, he'll often go on proudly about all of the fancy computer stuff she does, though, it seems that he hasn't actually seen her face to face in years, he receives letters and packages on occasion(none of which he was able to backtrack...). As much as he's willing to share and gush, he can be a little irritated with those who ask too much, or try to pry open doors that he believes should stay shut forever.
Background: There isn't really much of a clear picture of where or how he grew up, and he isn't often very welcoming to those who ask for the story. Besides being loose lipped with praising his twin sister, he doesn't often talk freely about his childhood outside of the fact that it was "shitty". He will mention though that his sister had left when they were 17, after an incident, and that he stayed behind with their father for another 2 years after.
Sloan himself left after turning 19, beginning as a drifter, just like his sister had, and surviving with what savings he himself had collected for in preparation. It wasn't very much, but he was a confident kid, and knew how to live in the streets without getting hurt. Eventually, he found himself in the business of killing people, which, thanks to his unusual upbringing, was a job he was quite skilled at, got paid well for, and he couldn't honestly admit to not enjoying the work either, as the fights, in his own words, were fun and provided good exercise.
Some years later, after finding himself traveling more and more often, Sloan had caught word of Match City, a paradise where assassins flourish, and he made his way there, eventually finding refuge in the Black Cats. Despite the rougher ways of living, the familiar jobs kept him at peace, and he's never felt bothered living in the rougher parts of the city. Simply being able to live freely and work as he pleases appear to be all that he needs.
Leisure activities: Jogging or hiking are a favorite hobby of his, as are binging netflix documentaries and online poker. He may also frequent a bar or two sometimes and hustle pool.
Extra: He's best with a gun, and any would do, but he would honestly run into a fight bare ass naked if you paid the right price for it. Whatever needs to be done, no matter the specifics, he'll do it for a price. He's big on 'customer service'.
Name
Annabelle McConnorGroup
BelladonnaPosition
AssassinCodename
SolanaceaeAge
28Appearance
At first glances, most would realize the same: Annabelle is beautiful in the common sense of the word. She's attractive and certainly knows how to play her cards right. Especially her deep red hair and glasses that give her a bit of a young librarian look. She got a slender figure that's clearly kept in shape through workouts. While not particularly strong, she's fast and flexible. The result of several years of gymnastics when she was young. Her clothing style could best be described as simple. Mostly just t-shirts or tops covered by sweaters. With her legs in a comfortable pair of fitting (but not tight) jeans. She has a light brown leather jacket she wears on colder days too.
Personality
Annabelle is actually quite a caring person at day. She smiles, talks and generally looks very happy. This isn't really a facade. Even alone she seems to radiate happiness. Mostly through her artwork. Her happiness and friendliness aren't just on the surface. She'll help her friends in times of need and will go through fire for those she loves. But when it comes down to assassination targets she's rather cold and distant. She prefers to get as little personal information as possible. Annabelle also tries to be as far away from the dying as possible: generally poisoning their food in some complex way and get out or administering a slow working poison. This is generally not to let her mind turn her target into an actual human. Terrible but so far it kept her sane. Despite this she does have a personal code of conduct: she will not kill children nor in the presence of children. Neither will she kill pregnant women or people below a certain line of poverty.
Background
Annabelle' life started out rather boring. She was the youngest child out of 3, with 2 brothers. Both went into the military (one joined the marines, the other joined the army. They have their discussions over which one is best during thanksgiving dinner). Both also made it through their tours so far. A real blessing for Annabelle. Her father was a doctor while he mother was a florist. It was her mother that sprouted her interest in plants from a very young age. From since she could walk, Annabelle helped out in the garden.
Being the youngest of a family of 2 brothers wasn’t an easy task. She often had to stand up for herself against them. Which often lead, inevitably, to her being locked up or locked out somewhere. While most people would just resign to their fate or acted a little less brattish, Annabelle did neither. Instead, she started going through the barriers of her brothers. She learned how to pick a lock or climb the walls. During this time she was a pretty cheery girl in school. Someone who always helped everyone, except for the bullies.
Many uneventful years later and Annabelle took over a pharmacy in the garden district of the city. The business was incredibly successful. Successful enough so she could take a morning off every now and then to help tend the botanical gardens. Her name swiftly traveled through the right communities. One day, while she was closing her shop in the evening, a man stumbled inside. While gluttonous, nothing else really warranted him having bloody eyes, bleeding nose, and a corpse-pale face. He didn’t say anything but just stumbled inside, having difficulty breathing.
Annabelle, obviously, swiftly came to help. By chance, she noticed a very infected looking wound on the back of the man’s hand. From it, the very distinguishable poison could be smelled. Luckily for the man, Annabelle had an antidote in her shop. His life was saved and he gave her many thanks. Two days later he collapsed face first into his soup and stopped breathing. But Belladonna wasn’t ready yet with Annabelle. The woman that defied their will. But instead of killing her too, they recruited her. Wooing her into their little group by showing her the truth about the man she saved: he was the banker who would have forced her pharmacy to close.
Leisure activities
Annabelle mostly tends the botanical during her free time. Like many members of the community. At home, she sometimes brews small remedies from the plants she is allowed to harvest from the gardens. Aside from that, she makes bouquets.
Extras
She's not that strong in hand to hand combat. Nor is she particularly skilled with a gun (but she does own one). With knives, she's a bit better but far from a professional. But when it comes to poisons or chemicals, few are her match.
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