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Unseen, Unheard
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Standing at 178cm (5'10"), Taslim is an adult man of Malay descent, a bit taller than the average of his ethnicity. He has short dark hair with a bluish sheen, matching the color of his eyes. Due to his occupation, Taslim is unsurprisingly well-built, athletically slim and an example of a naturally prime stature. Though looks matter little in his line of work, he has been described as 'dreamily stoic’ and 'handsomely roguish' by others who find him attractive.
COMBAT STYLE
COMBAT SLOTS:
BIOGRAPHY:
OTHER:
TASLIM NURKHOLIS
Unseen, Unheard
ALIAS:
Agent 17-45
ALIAS:
Vellum Society (Current), M16 Secret Intelligence Service (Former)
AGE:
36
GENDER:
Male
APPEARANCE:
Standing Profile
Standing at 178cm (5'10"), Taslim is an adult man of Malay descent, a bit taller than the average of his ethnicity. He has short dark hair with a bluish sheen, matching the color of his eyes. Due to his occupation, Taslim is unsurprisingly well-built, athletically slim and an example of a naturally prime stature. Though looks matter little in his line of work, he has been described as 'dreamily stoic’ and 'handsomely roguish' by others who find him attractive.
COMBAT STYLE
Being an accomplished ex-MI6 agent before joining the Vellum Society, it should come to no surprise that Taslim is a highly-trained individual, both in and out of combat, equally dangerous whether armed or unarmed. As a cold, calculating agent preferring to stay off the stage and instead let the results of his work take the spotlight, Taslim prefers to accomplish his missions without anyone knowing that he was even there as according to his personal motto "Unseen, Unheard". However, if push comes to shove, then he'll have no hesitation to throw down, showing that the silent assassin doesn't necessarily shy away from direct confrontation when forced.
❖ Skills:
❖ Special Trait:
❖ Firearm Expert:
❖ Pencak Silat CQC Practitioner:
❖ M16 Agent Skillset:
Taslim possesses expertise in various types of small arms; from sidearms to rifles, though ideally, he prefers to engage his targets from a distance using a scoped marksman rifle with a suppressor attached, but when pulled into short-to-mid-ranged engagements, then he'll have no qualms in switching to more appropriate weapons such as pistols, SMGs, shotguns, and assault rifles, whatever it takes to neutralize the threat before him. One shot, one kill, then a covert exfil, that's how it should be, but experience tells him time and time again that even the best-laid plans do not survive first contact with hostiles, thus being able to improvise, adapt, and overcome is imperative in his line of work.
❖ Pencak Silat CQC Practitioner:
A proper operative shouldn't find themself helpless even without firearms, thus, Taslim makes full use of his Malay heritage's traditional martial arts style, Pencak Silat. Employing swift punches, kicks, and grapples, Pencak Silat exclusively aims to accomplish one thing, to neutralize the target(s) ASAP. In its truest form, the style eschews any pretentious sense of “honor” and “fair play”; strikes to the eyes, neck, and groin are all fair game, in fact, preferred. In the field, there's no room for pity, nor hesitation.
❖ M16 Agent Skillset:
In addition to the above, having been a fully-fledged agent of the MI6, Taslim possesses the following skills as part of the mandatory skillset required for all operatives; gadgetry, reconnaissance, and explosives usage and management.
❖ Special Trait:
An eye for detail, Taslim possesses a nigh-superhuman talent in noticing small details; objects in the environment, an individual's gestures and expression, texts in documents, etc. After all, as the saying goes "The Devil's in the details" and you won't believe just how much crucial information can be gathered by simply being more observant. Sometimes, the difference between a mission being a landslide success or a FUBAR is in discovering one tiny clue.
COMBAT SLOTS:
❖ Preferred Equipment:
❖ Special Slot:
When given the chance, Taslim always brings his two most prized tools of the trade; a Glock G17 pistol and a Walther WA2000 marksman rifle, the latter in which only 176 were ever made in the world. Both weapons are often - if not always - equipped with a suppressor as befitting his preferred method of engagement. For personal protection, he wears a kevlar-padded suit and pants. For CQC, Taslim conceals a pair of karambit combat knives in his sleeves, the traditional weapon of Pencak Silat practitioners.
❖ Special Slot:
Though Taslim has perfect 20/20 vision, a pair of glasses can often be seen perched upon his visage, as functional as it's stylish, the lenses and frame are made from bulletproof material.
BIOGRAPHY:
A naturally calm and collected person, Taslim's stoicism is tempered even further by both mental conditioning and field experience, creating a cold, calculatingly pragmatic operative who can be relied on to get the job done. Quiet and unassuming, the ex-MI6 agent strives to attract as little attention as possible when accomplishing his objectives. A suppressed shot to the head, a quick slit of the throat, and when possible, discreet disposal of the body. After all, missions already have enough risks of complications by default, no need to add even further if he can help it.
The Indonesian-British is capable of fully separating his occupational and personal life, practically a requirement considering his line of work. Whatever happens in the job, stays in the job, as such, he doesn't have many personal friends, nor seeks to rectify it, but he treasures the few that he does have.
The Indonesian-British is capable of fully separating his occupational and personal life, practically a requirement considering his line of work. Whatever happens in the job, stays in the job, as such, he doesn't have many personal friends, nor seeks to rectify it, but he treasures the few that he does have.
A British native with Indonesian parentage, Taslim's early life was nothing special. His family wasn't particularly poor, nor rich, simply a run-of-the-mill middle-class Southeast Asian immigrant family in the United Kingdoms. A quiet, obedient yet independent child, Taslim could be described as a "model student" of a son. If there was anything notable about Taslim’s childhood was that he had always preferred noir movies above others, stories of gritty hard-boiled investigators set upon a monochromatic urban landscape, so much so that he aimed to actually pursue this line of work growing up.
Upon graduating from secondary school (British equivalent of high school), Taslim entered the police academy instead of a more traditional university, there, his career steadily grew until he was promoted to detective constable of the Metropolitan Police, the British police force with jurisdiction over the Greater London area. Over the years, his stellar performance as an investigator attracted the attention of the MI6, Britain's intelligence agency who scouted him, an offer that he took. From there, the detective-turned-secret agent embarked on multiple missions in service of his country, carving an exemplary track record as a silent assassin, unseen and unheard.
As if forming a pattern, Taslim's feats drew the attention of the shadow organization only known as the 'Vellum Society', which approached him through their MI6 contacts, then for the second time in his life, he switched employers. With his admirable skills, experience, and reliability, he'd no doubt be one of Vellum's premium assets during their struggle to achieve a seat at the High Table.
...preferably with no one ever knowing that he played a part in the first place.
Upon graduating from secondary school (British equivalent of high school), Taslim entered the police academy instead of a more traditional university, there, his career steadily grew until he was promoted to detective constable of the Metropolitan Police, the British police force with jurisdiction over the Greater London area. Over the years, his stellar performance as an investigator attracted the attention of the MI6, Britain's intelligence agency who scouted him, an offer that he took. From there, the detective-turned-secret agent embarked on multiple missions in service of his country, carving an exemplary track record as a silent assassin, unseen and unheard.
As if forming a pattern, Taslim's feats drew the attention of the shadow organization only known as the 'Vellum Society', which approached him through their MI6 contacts, then for the second time in his life, he switched employers. With his admirable skills, experience, and reliability, he'd no doubt be one of Vellum's premium assets during their struggle to achieve a seat at the High Table.
...preferably with no one ever knowing that he played a part in the first place.
OTHER:
❖ Color Code: 9cacee
❖ Taslim is a 2nd-generation immigrant, born from a pair of Indonesian parents who moved to the UK before his conception. He has a great amount of respect for the culture of his ancestors.
❖ He speaks English and Indonesian with native-level fluency. He's also quite fluent in French, German, and Russian, though speaks them with an accent.
❖ Taslim is a 2nd-generation immigrant, born from a pair of Indonesian parents who moved to the UK before his conception. He has a great amount of respect for the culture of his ancestors.
❖ He speaks English and Indonesian with native-level fluency. He's also quite fluent in French, German, and Russian, though speaks them with an accent.
Name: Haruto “Harry” John Murray
Alias: Nickel Harry
Faction: Gunners 606
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Appearance:
- Standing at 5’6”, roughly average height, Harry’s build can be generally considered stout, well-built more so than the average Okinawan. His black hair is kept short and neat in a side part, and he is exceptionally average in having absolutely no facial hair. A number of smaller scars can be seen about the man’s arms, generally puncture wounds and cuts from a number of events in the Middle East.
- Confident, competent, and seeing jobs as challenges rather than simple assignments to be completed, Harry is a naturally gregarious guy. He finds jokes in things that aren’t funny, optimism when things look dark, and opportunity for a job well done when things are going completely and utterly sideways. His times on the job, however, have given the man few opportunities to express this as he rarely has anyone with which to share such jokes with. Harry is also somewhat superstitious; there’s never a time when he doesn’t have a nickel in at least one pocket, and to not have a nickel is to invite fate against you.
- Born in Okinawa, Japan to an American sailor and an Okinawan Bento driver, Harry’s early life had a few moves involved. Mom and he moved about wherever he’d get stationed, shift from one place to another, and by the time Harry had gotten to age twelve he’d been in Japan, Kuwait, Spain, and even a short time in Cuba. He learned how to make friends quickly as a kid, experienced a surprisingly little amount of hate from other military brats, and generally had a good childhood. He grew up wanting to do the same, though, wanting to go out and see the world, to do things. At age seventeen, he started looking through the different branches, where he might fit in, where he might see that world. His dad wanted him to go Navy - after all, to him it was one of the safest options, though of course he refused to entertain the thought of something like the Air Force for even more safety. That little rift grew to become something of a killer, and Haruto became slowly convinced that he wanted to take his life in his own hands. After scoring exceptionally well on the tests, as well as having a good background with public school grades, he went off to join the Marines as an 0311, infantryman.
His time through Paris Island was hard enough, and he gained that nickname of Harry which seemed to stick long, long after, but to him it seemed fun, almost. He loved the challenges, the energy of it all, the brothers you made, memories of a good time. Over the course of twelve years with the Marine Corps, the man deployed throughout the Middle East and Far East, as well as attended the USMC’s scout sniper school. His skills with the languages, which really came about as a byproduct of having time to kill, as well as his marksmanship would earn the attention of several members in Gunners 606 also serving in the area at the time. Fourth deployment would be when Harry was finally approached by one, and the offer they made intrigued him in many ways.
After his discharge, Harry spent a year still in the Middle East as an interpreter and bodyguard for several arms deals in the region. His operations with the organization following this would largely be as a cleaner, when Gunners 606 was forced to exit a portion of the Syrian market due to instability in the region threatening other more profitable deals. As a result, Harry liquidated a total of twenty-five individuals in the region, from leaders to suppliers, primarily using a network of informants to feed information to Syrian Army officials, directing strikes wherever needed whether that was the target itself or a different safehouse to force his quarry into the open. Since then, he has performed a number of services to the organization.
COMBAT STYLE
Overview:
- A simple style makes for the most robust style, in Harry’s eyes; Go Quiet, if it goes bad, Go Loud. The game requires one dead man, more often than not, and how he dies comes with a variety of possibilities. Flushing out that target is often the first step, one he takes with a variety of methods from fire alarms to phone calls into sight of a window to cutting elevator cables when the man finally leaves for lunch, these are all methods Harry tends to utilize in bringing the target out into frame. From there, a silenced .22 and the target tends to die.
- His time in the USMC, from the fundamentals of scout sniper school to the practical experience in the Middle East, has for Harry developed a strong degree of marksmanship. The longest range is better, but never a guarantee; as such, he is quite competent at both long and close ranges. Silenced rifles are that first line, often sourced specifically for the job and conditions expected from lighter, silenced subsonic weapons for cities to the M95 for long, open spaces where wind and distance makes the lighter ammunition ineffective. At most other ranges, should the job remain quiet, Harry tends to prefer silenced, subsonic pistols; what the enemy doesn’t know about they can’t react to.
Harry is also a MCMAP practitioner, which encompasses a wide variety of techniques and methods for ensuring compliance in a subject. More often than not, he tends to shift to the swiftest, most incapacitating methods, chokes and holds. Knife techniques are also strongly preferred. To him, combat should always be armed such that it will end as quickly as possible.
As a believer in the “What works, works” school of thought, he is also quite experienced at explosives, both as far as the building of such and the actual use of it. Shaped charges are a favorite, should one ever feel the need to kill a man through an armored door or roof, and every lock has a thermite key if you’re really in a rush to open it. Making such a device into a less-than-obvious package, though, is the real trick, one which Harry is eager to show whenever the opportunity presents itself.
- Every job has a number of correct ways to complete it and, to Harry, there’s nothing quite like performing the job with the least amount of collateral. After all, only one person really needs to die and how they die just needs to be verifiable. Quiet with a single silenced shot, loud with an explosive, and somewhere in between with a falling elevator, they all have their place within the toolkit and Harry isn’t one to throw away tools. Thinking on your feet is, to him, simply a way of life.
COMBAT SLOTS
Preferred Equipment:
- For weaponry, Harry always carries to a job his Ruger MK II, suppressed, in a shoulder holster as well as a KS-23M for whenever things go poorly. Both of these weapons have been well maintained, with some custom-made parts to ensure the best reliability and the least amount of glint. For when he needs, a knife of one variant or another is often somewhere on his person.
The man always wears a bulletproof suit with many of the same innovations as those seen in the years before, from the silicon carbide discs to ceramics, as well as a rather heavy woolen coat with similar modifications for his own protection. The coat also has a number of interior pockets for ammunition, grenades, and other interesting presents.
MISC
Theme Song: Four Tops - Reach Out I'll Be There
Likes: Black Coffee, Gyoza, Bowling, Sudoku
Dislikes: Energy Drinks, Meatloaf, Golf, Loud chewers
Other Information:
Likes: Black Coffee, Gyoza, Bowling, Sudoku
Dislikes: Energy Drinks, Meatloaf, Golf, Loud chewers
Other Information:
- Harry is fluent in English, Japanese, Arabic, and Kurdish, as well as passable in Syriac and Farsi. He does speak all of the above, with the exception of his Japanese, with a mild accent though is fairly intelligible.
Han Hee-Song
Alias: Pale Tiger
Faction: Xuanlong
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Nationality: South Korean
Appearance:
Well manicured, Han is the product for the face of a slick Triad. With a pretty face you'd think he never got his hands dirty- but he has plenty of that to bother. Brown eyes, 6"0, ruffled hair, he looks every bit the boyband gritty product you could imagine. Except, a few scars and cuts across his chest, shoulders and arms mark that he's been fighting before. He has been there, done that, experienced it. A small plate of ink extends on his shoulder across his upper back and to the bottom of his neck, covering it in a variety of Korean Triad ink, demonstrative of his loyalty. This whole killing lark is aging him, yet in another way, he is yet to find himself. Well dressed, he'll usually wear a shirt and formal trousers to most thing with a suit jacket to boot, described further below.
Voice Claim: N/A
Personality:
Han has changed from the wildchild that held an angry grudge into a formal, cold, cynical killer. He does it because he's good. And he is pointed at that, pointed at the right people long enough to understand what he really wants. He isn't there for fun loving, he is there for professionalism, getting the job done, and being on time, on place. Something he never understood in the army or outside of this, he now gets inside. There is the code, there is discipline, and there are people that die. He is hard to entertain, but he'll let his guard down around those he trusts closest, and he'll let them in close.
Backstory:
Han was born in Sokcho, South Korea, and not being in the big steam of Seoul, got instead to grow up outside of where the money was. Living near the North Korean border in a sleepy environment in comparison, his father worked in a steel mill, and his mother moved out separately from the age of ten, following a family feud. With nobody really to bring him up properly bouncing between the two.....well, the inevitable happened.
His youth was spent in misdemeanours as a result due to his parents not exactly being very stable and his lack of commitment to the school system, in and out of gangs, and the hope that Military Service would straighten him did nothing- even the ROK Marines couldn't truly break him, well, not all the way to reform him on return. He was a rascal, and put to work what he learned to work in small time street gangs to earn his bread. When you're
Then all his friends got killed. And it left a mark. A chasm deeper than he thought would be fillable, but he'd try. So he killed the people that did it, knowing where to go, what to do, and how to make a carbomb and spray the place up. When they tried it on them, well, he'd go out fighting. And well, it kinda led to nothing happening. Turns out, he'd been extremely lucky to get on the right side of a Kkangpae boss who equally hated the shits for ripping off his business. He was offered a way out. Join, or get his head added to a mantelpiece.
Deals like that are nice. He worked honourably and did work for the the guy not just in South Korea, but in America, China, Thailand, Indonesia, even as far out as Dubai to help Chaebol interests. He Westernised a little, but well, the small-city Korean always lasted. But things got slippy, and bit by bit, the Kkangpae felt like they were using him, fucking him over- it was the same old shit, a stupid street gang one more time, just a little brainier with some Chaebol contacts getting paid nothing for slaving over the work they did. It was leaving a toll on him, and whilst honour and loyalty are the highest thing the gang would desire, it is worth nothing much when the gang itself has a corrupt, broken structure, squabbling and fighting within. A slight squeeze however, and along came the Xualong. They nudged him to ask for help with getting to know the locals. Most of his contacts in the Xualong Triad were Korean too, and....well, a better job offer was not one to sneer at, considering the warning was stark. Han wasn't stupid. Die, or maybe survive to tell the tale working for the real bosses of Eastern Asia. They would pay. Give him independence, if he wanted it, after a job well done. Or something more. That was an honourable, and fair offer.
And then, it all kicked off. Shit hit the fan. The Xualong went from a distant faraway Triad in China, to an expansive, invasive force. Han was caught in the middle of it, and able to speak a bit of Mandarin, held his own with leadership. What was useful was then, he was let loose on the rival gangs. Cleaning house came quick when you knew the locals in Seoul, and he got to work on the non-locals. He was told it would be a statement. And well, Han does statements. Car bombs, cafes littered with bodies, he went in and applied military grade oppression to people. No torture, just a gun, a sword and a direction to do what was needed. And while it got him a few scars, the purge cleared Seoul clean of Yakuza, 'Ndrangheta, Filipino and Mafiya influences, and any other remaining Korean syndicates- making it clear what the message was. His old boss was told to run, and to never, ever look back because he'd never allow him the mercy of it again, and well, message received. He was rewarded with a little more prestige, and in with the leadership of the Triad. Men like Han are of course, rare to find. Animals, that you can put a leash on. Give them enough luxury and money, and they'll do what they need to, and they won't betray you because they know better than to die. They know when to retreat, and when to fight.
Whilst hating some of hte Triads overlords, Han will do what is needed to make sure the Xuanlong's place at the table is secure and make sure a Korean at least his hand on the table's influence. A place at the table is a position to do more good than bad. And Han has no qualms killing whoever steps in his way.
COMBAT STYLE
Overview: Han approaches work with a surgical, yet precise method. He will go in through the front door if he has to, but more often than not, he'll hit a flank and bring the power to it. Ex-Army means discipline, and Han is surgical- he works to fight another day and balances risk and reward. Han is a jack of all trades, gun-fu, weapons, swords, from both Army and street-wise training. As adept with his sword as he is his FiveSeven, Han brings a typical assassin's method to fighting, knowing when to switch it up when required like the great Mister Wick himself. Whilst perhaps some distance to that, it's a fighting style that never goes out of trait.
Skills:
Han has training from his time in the ROK's Marine Corps, and that makes him an adept shooter and fighter, much more willing than say, Elise in a firefight to deal with pressure. He'll shoot his marks, and do well, using Taekwondo and adapted Krav Maga to inflict hurt in hand to hand hand combat, or use his taught swordsmanship to bring metal to close bear. He knows how to command, and he knows how to sow fear. Like the brutality of the Triad, Han enforces and makes a point. He knows how to make statements. He knows how to leave a mark. He sends messages through action, not words. He doesn't talk, he'll cut off ears, heads, whatever it takes. It's a lot of scaring, but he knows this is how you control people truly.
Adept with tools, Han is no stranger to making his own devices when he needs it. Trained in explosives, Han has built carbombs, IEDs and the frag rounds he can equip for his USAS12. He's no engineer, but he can make shit blow up, if given the right tools.
Special Trait: Motorcycling is a talent carried by Han, and well, he can't not be riding a Yamaha R1 when there is an opportunity. Even if it is the Yakuza's prefered mode, he can pull that off too.
COMBAT SLOTS
Preferred Equipment:
Han loves to cook, and like with fresh cuts of tender Beef Bulgogi grilled over a traditional Korean barbecue, it's East meets West.
You dress for an occasion like a Korean barbecue, it's something more respected than a Western counterpart given it's communal and a little more valued- and Han keeps it western business, with a full navy blue suit and plum red shirt, Oxfords and a contrasting plum red tie. An Eastern colour for a Western dress. Lined with silicon carbide, Han is every part your salaryman, but being able to carry a fucking sword or K7 in one coat jacket and a pistol in the other works nicely for party occasions.
You start simple. A FN FiveSeven does the trick like his palate-clensing Sujebi soup, Sam Fisher's tool of choice and also his, the 5.7mm round punching nicely through armour when needed, even scaring silicon carbide plating, at the cost of flesh damage. Great in crowds but awful for just wack-a-mole without aiming for the head. A lightweight, compact, cutting edge polymer pistol, with a 20-round magazine, an integrated silencer and night sights, the weapon is light, effective, and smooth at warming you up, and it keeps going with the rounds inside.
Then the sticky rice, the pickled vegetables and cabbage, it's a lot but a classic to any Korean dish, traditional, modern, export, it works. A compact
Daewoo K7 does the trick, a submachine gun built with an internal silencer, a 30 round mag with 9mm rounds, a foldable stock, and more importantly, is never not going to go down a treat. It's the MP5SD6's more compact Korean cousin, and reliable, smaller and sprayable.
Okay, the main treat. You came for barbecue. So you get it. A Unggeom, a Korean-sculpted, single-sided sword that comes with a titanium forged edge, a composite kevlar and steel cuff, and an ornate standoff, and whilst short, means it can be moved without revealing it. This is as Korean as it gets, and with a smoked wooden pommel, it's stunning.
And, well, okay, spices. Gojuchang Sauce is on the table. So is a Daewoo USAS-12. They'll both tear you a new asshole. Not always needed and certainly not always carried, but well, appreciated in moderation. The shotgun then, it is exactly as tasty, and loaded with a 12-round, 12-gauge magazine, it will blow your socks off in the right dose. Add fragmentation rounds instead of buckshot, and this is the perfect anti-anyone tool you need this Christmas, because it pulps armour. Given how hard it is to get explosive buckshot, Han makes his own. Although, it is a ballache.
Desert? Admittedly, Korean food here lacks from a comparatively western palate, but fruit and rice cakes, coupled to what you just had usually do the trick. But if you need, a pack of steel-forged Korean knives, one pommelled for use in hand to hand and general murder, three for throwing in the direction of people you don't like.
Special Slot: Han is an owner of Maxwell, a large Czechslovakian Wolfdog adopted from a friend. A bit of a Western touch, but like him, he doesn't really play well with anyone, unless they are in close. Maxwell is well behaved even for a big wolfie, and seems to have an innate bark to him when he wants to talk. He also owns a Yamaha R1- and whilst not always able to get it to his Continental of choice, he'll try.
MISC
Theme Song: Radiohead - Bodysnatchers
Likes:
Cooking
Hot Springs
Beer and Cherry Wine
K-Dramas (Crash Landing onto You is a standout)
Travel
Craftsmanship
Western Rock and Indie
Dislikes:
People who talk too much
Torture
People mistaking him for being Chinese
Cider and Vodka
Elise Annabelle Vogel
Alias: La Rose Blanc / La Blanca Roja (The White Rose)
Faction: Vellum Society
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Nationality: Andorran / Swiss
Appearance:
Elise is quite the stunner, and she may stick out in a room with her dress on, or choose to ghost you completely if she decides not to be seen. 5"3 in heels makes her short and compact, petite, yet able to make any impression due to the rest of her. A gentle hourglass shape toned from her physical time as an full time elite assassin and part time pole dancer, skiier and skydiver makes her stronger than most and well, she's not exactly shy in the departments that men will look at. Not that they spend long there, anyway. Elise has pale blonde locks, a definitively Germanic thing if you really couldn't tell, blended with Andorran and Catalan influences certainly making for a varied type of assassin. When she needs it, it'll turn heads, or when not needed, the hair otherwise tucked into a bun behind a cowl. If you're really lucky, she'll bleach it a crimson red or black, for when she feels like well, a change of pace is needed, or a new crowd need to see a different her. Dark pink lips, a little mascara, a teeny touch of skin softener, with a necklace and a few of signet rings that add a little to punches, she's looking like someone that completes the package of a Velum Society's spy, pour femme.
Often times you'll see her in a lightly red dress, but more likely than not on a job, she's an infiltrator and spy for hire wanting to avoid parties altogether. She'll be wrapped up in a tight black wetsuit-like getup lined with silicon carbide and a few ballistic plates, carrying little in the way of anything, but make no mistake. She's a vixen that knows how to use military kit, and even if she may not be one for long firefights, she'll still have the ability and talent to make it work and put herself out there without getting battered.
Voice Claim: Ana de Armas
Personality:
Fiery on the outside, cold on the inside, hungry always. Elise is greedy, and wants it all, and has been kicked in the face enough times to learn that sometimes that the path to victory isn't a clean one. But if you want it more, then you'll just have to take it off them. She's solitary, with a pretentious face to pay lip service to some of her friends and manipulate and twist whatever she can. She prioritises the job and while she'll enjoy herself at that party, don't ever think she won't turn that switch. Anyone who's dealt with her will know that she'll be pretty, but like any siren, you watch yourself because she'll come to you in the night, or there and then. You don't know. Fearless, and driven by a pure desire to be the best at what she does and to indulge in secrecy, she loves the feel, and well, wants to advance the society that has now accepted her and she feels obliged to just put her talent to use for because.....it is kinda entertaining. And she is stubborn to that avail. The high life is what she loves and you couldn't take it away from her. She'll let in a select few, but well, if she does, she'll only then tell you how honestly, you should be careful.
Backstory:
Born to a Swiss banker and his Andorran ski instructor wife, Elise was born in Geneva, Switzerland, but spent most of her time growing up in the other mountain village of Ordino in Andorra, living in a mansion whilst her father dodged the shit out of taxes. She went to private school, and well, learned a few seedy secrets, but spent it in the mountains, doing gymnastics, skiing, paragliding and all sorts of things a little princess like her would do. Her father was hustling money out for terrorist organisations, and her mother was only so happy to be happy with this. Aged 15, Elise called him out on it. And wanted in. It sounded cool. And she wanted not to sit there like a spoilt brat, but be stubborn and do something. Like James Bond? Sure.
And she got it. With contacts that Elise's father had, she joined the Swiss Army and was told to toughen up, and after getting the living shit kicked out of her and given the treatment of being wrong (something Elise's stubborn nature of course, wouldn't live down), again, because her father wants best for Elise, she carried on and persevered. That turned into a life of suddenly merging that with a degree in International Relations, whilst connecting with members of the Swiss Intelligence Services through third-hand contacts of her father.
At this point, Elise was a little socialite. Getting all the secrets from her skiing friends, the high society of Europe, and she got to know so, so much. A broker of information, but well, she had to find out more. So, working in intelligence, she learned how to be a bit more. Put it all together, and killing people isn't as far away a step as you think it is. She worked in embassies at first, but bit by bit, she was asked to get closer to people. And then, when no backup was there, do damage. Elise is of course, able to turn off that part of her brain that tells her this is wrong, because well.....the strong must step on the weak. And she is not wrong. In a game like this, that was how it went.
And she was very good at it. For the first time, daddy's little queen was out murdering, and getting seriously juicy intel and blackmail. Of course, you didn't fucking use it, no, you sold it to someone who DID want that, and patted down your gloves and went back skiing again. It was an awesome little gig. It was something she did gracefully, until well, one day, she killed a man spilling the juiciest of them all.
Vellum Society isn't exactly a private Soho Club, even if it might have people in them, you wouldn't exactly find it easy. But she had some dirt on one of their members from a friend of a friend, a rumor that well, sounded too good to miss out on.
Now, that doesn't happen often that you outdo the very society trading in secrets, but when one of them's facilitating deals they shouldn't be making with the 'ndrangheta because they think they can get away with it, sometimes an outsider likes to take a risk. So she used him to force an invite to meet some more, making it clear what she knew.
And when she was in, she then outed him, killed him in what looks like a Murder-Suicide that nobody wants to get even close to because of how bloody it is, and well, everyone very quickly forgot that Elise had been recommended by this man because well, look at her. She's hot, works for the literal people who are the best at silence, was of the Swiss Intelligence Bureau, and supplies a good pipeline of secrets, and would be just perfect as a replacement. Like the fact he was dead, hell, success- nobody would miss that sack of shit. Two years of working in the Society has got her into a very nice position, and whilst she has more to climb, she's right where she wants to be at the start of the 30 days.
And now? Elise is the pretty face that will kill her way to the top. Who knows, how far she may go....
COMBAT STYLE
Overview:
Elise has two modes.
Quiet, or loud. If she's quiet, then you'll never see her. She'll stay in the shadows, using her gymnastic ability and skills to find you, hunt you, kill you, staying in the shadows and working as covertly as possible. The Red Rose hides, dances and moves smoothly.
When things are loud, she's got gun-kata like any men, and while not having the straight up power, she does have the gymnastic ability to almost dance, hop and leap around, like it's a ballet to her, yoinking, turning, and running, even if she isn't the fastest, she still gets it out. Ballet doesn't excuse getting hit in the fucking face, but still, it works when it works and she can maneuverer around slick and smoothly.
Skills:
Elise is a masterful seductress, assassin, and general menace. She may look hot but she is a siren, and her targets who don't know her yet will know in time. She'll eat men alive, well, apart from the really scary ones. She doesn't come swinging for them in public, at least, she prefers not to.
Experience with weapons, sport, generally being fearless, Elise is stubborn and will wear that hard on her sleeve. She knows what she wants, she is focussed, and she'll manipulate anyone in her way to get it. She doesn't really have many real friends. Just people she needs, and doesn't. So it ties all up for a master assassin like her to be what she is when she's fighting in the shadows or on the ballroom floor.
A stealth expert, she blends into the background, working in the shadows and using her agility as a gymnast, pole fitness and her other adrenaline hobbies to get around to places most can't reach. She is a ghost at work, and has very little in the way of remorse when she's at work. When things go hot, she may not be the best firefighter, but she can do her gun-fu in her fashion, swerving and moving fast, using Krav Maga and other moves to flip the script on enemies bigger than her, through wits rather than strength. She has no preference to close or long range firepower- she's a jack of all trades. Imagine your Sam Fisher type character- a teeny bit of hacking here and there, and a little bit of spycraft, and well, she makes it click.
Lastly, she's a social manipulator. She's very good at what Velum Society adore- secrets, trading them and fucking people over. She would blend in perfectly at a casino in Monaco, and she can talk for hours, convince you she's your friend, and screw you over. She is almost beyond natural at this, and the story, everything about her, you'd buy. And if you knew the stories, well, you know to not fall for it.
Special Trait:
Fearless. Elise is not one to shy away from an interesting insertion, or exit strategy. Part of her work as an assassin means she has learned how to deal with verticality, or difficulty in access- especially in mountains, well, you may as well be fucked then. With the right equipment, be it a wingsuit or skis, she'll get there. Extravagant or not, she'll find a way to a target.
COMBAT SLOTS
Preferred Equipment:
Elise, being a lady of high society, likes her gourmet food and Switzerland has so much to offer, yet her Andorran side can't help but like a bit of Tapas, with a side of the best wine from Catalonia. They say money doesn't affect wine. People haven't tried what she has in her wine cellar. And also, fusion cooking comes to mind. Like the minx she is, she mixes and it will leave her guests stunned with a meal to die for.
An old classic tune comes on, and the armoury isn't so much a dark room, but a clean, modern worktop in a ultra-modern kitchen with a mountain view, Pyrenees or Alps, you decide.
Backing Music
For a hor d'oeuvres, it has to be Swiss. The Sig Sauer P320, chambered in .357 SIG. Like the fine artistry of gently melted goopy Swiss cheese paired with crackers, the caliber and hollow point ammunition sort of has the same effect on people too when it hits. 11 rounds, but she makes them work, with the Osprey silencer on the end and the gun-metal grey pistol having a flared magwell, ergonomic grip and a small laser under the barrel for precision shooting, and a mini Aimpoint red dot optic clasped on the slide for precision shooting.
Cheese and crackers, well, that is nothing without Wine. There's a beautiful, crisp and sparkling Cava Penedès, a Catalan white vintage that never, ever gets old and shouldn't dare be compared to Champagne or Prosecco. Neither does the feel of the various throwing knives, six in total, that Elise carries. Petite, but sharp, and thrown with precision and venom, leave you feeling just balanced.
A main course? Well, tapas leaves much to be desired, but you need a meat course, because....you wanted to go to Spain and you seriously thought you'd not eat meat? Well. Do you go for the Albóndigas meatballs, a classic, like a SIG Sauer MPX with a foldable stock chambered in .357 SIG, integrally suppressed to special forces perfection?
Or maybe, the Paella, spicy yet mixed, like the kick of a highly customised SIG MCX VIRTUS with a compact stock, integrally suppressed, 14" barrel, firing .300 BLK mil with a EOTech Holographic and Magnifier combo?
Or, do you go for Pincho Moruno, the Moorish Spike of pork and lamb because you're an experienced little rascal, rather like the MacMillan CS5, internally suppressed, 10 round magazine firing .300 subsonic ammunition with a Schmitt and Bender variable zoom optic. Not a sniper for distance, but it can be fit into a suitcase with ease and cycles fast.
Then Patatas Bravas. Of course. You didn't come to Tapas without eating this. A forged steel dagger, it's almost like a short sword, except exceptionally double edged and the sort of thing that catches some people who try off guard. She's not a master with it, but it gets the job done, just like everyone's favourite potatoes.
Lastly, desert. Sugary, sweet. Churros. Like carrying two flashbangs and a smoke grenade, you may not always want them, but you sure as shit need them when you have them to hand.
Special Slot:
And last but not least, an aperitif. The cocktails. Like, an Aperol Spritz. Bright, and you can't imagine anything but the Alps with that sort of drink. It'll make you fly.
Elise is not one to much around the bush. She'll bring along whatever tool she needs for a fast extract, or insertion, so she will keep this handy over anything else when the time's right. Her favourite? She's got a red wingsuit and parachute, and whilst not so stealthy, she doesn't see the waste in keeping another set of equipment when she's usually leaving a party with it on.
MISC
Theme Song: ROSALÍA - LA FAMA
Likes:
House, Dance and Electronic Music
Cooking
Gossip
Skiing
Skydiving
Adrenaline (generally)
The Thrill of the Chase
Extraversion
Dislikes:
Shy People
Excessive firefights
Lack of Adventure
Desk Work
Anything involving a meeting
Other Information:
Her very European background makes her capable of speaking English, Catalan Spanish, French, German and even a tiny bit of Italian. She has seduced men in all four languages so far. She's Duolingoing her way to five.
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