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Current I mean lake dwelling spirits gotta have a side-hustle, right?
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
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*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
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[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.

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I'm a human, so there.

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@DriveEMOut Accepted

Also, the Headmistress is in the CHAR tab now so if you wanna take a look at your boss, mosey on over there. ^__^


~"Class is in session, darlings."~

Hibana


Name
Natsume Hibana

Age
34

Gender
Female

Personality
As beautiful as she is ruthless, Hibana is a woman not to be trifled with, charming, seductive, but also conniving, vicious, and very deceitful. She could lull you into a false sense of security. Then, when you think everything is okay, when you are at your most vulnerable, that is when she springs her trap on you. She's an intelligent woman who likes to catch her enemies off guard and does what she can to take advantage and gain the upper hand in any situation. She prides herself greatly as well being head of both one of the most illustrious schools in Japan and....one of the most notorious criminal organizations on the face of the earth.

Her attitude at first is very calm, serene and professional, but if crossed, she can be very cold, violent, and downright brutal in how she deals with her adversaries. Despite her given prowess with most weapons, Hibana is not above using her womanly charms to get what she wants either, believing herself to be irresistible to both men and women.

Bio

Of all the most prominent Yakuza Clans in Japan, none were more so than the Natsume Clan. Tracing their bloody lineage back to the Sengoku Jidai, the Natsume Clan began as a dynasty of Feudal Lords and noble samurai who ruled over nearly all of Feudal Japan. Hibana's namesake was her ancestor, a legendary Onna Bugeisha who singlehandedly conquered a lord's castle in Osaka. The name was given to her by her father, Boss Godoh Natsume. For years he raised his daughter to be an assassin, teaching her of the deadly arts of the legendary Shinobi or Shadow Warriors, along with a few military tactics he learned while he served. The young girl grew to be a notorious hitwoman in the criminal underworld, making her first kill at age eleven, another Yakuza boss named Shiga Kohogari, a pedophile who raped and murdered Hibana's seven year old sister. Hibana lured the sick bastard in, disguising herself as an innocent schoolgirl, then she cut his throat and pulled his tongue out through the wound.

From that day forward, Hibana continued her gruelling tutelage under her father. She had become the deadliest assassin ever known by age twenty, wanted by every law enforcement agency in the world, and by age twenty-five, after her father's mysterious death, she became head of the Natsume Clan, eventually uniting all Yakuza in Japan under the banner of Requiem, along with families of the Sicilian Mafia, the Russian and Irish mobs, Latin American drug cartels, and African-American street gangs. With the aid of her army of highly trained assassins, produced in secret by her grandfather's school, Seiko Academy, she became queen of the criminal underworld. Those who opposed her, she made an example of, a gruesome, bloody example.

None would ever suspect the Headmistress of Seiko Academy was by far the most powerful woman in the world.

Hobbies
Listening to music, reading, swimming, sunbathing, horseback riding, archery, fencing, playing violin, attending plays and operas, playing chess, flower arranging, tending her bonsai tree, enjoying a glass of wine or champagne now and again.

Dislikes
Abusive men, disobedient students, spiders, the taste of sake, traitors, anyone who insults her or questions her authority, pedophiles, weakness

Other

-Bisexual with a tendency towards women more than men

-Her favorite movies are Studio Ghibli films, though she could care less about Tales from Earthsea.

-Her gun of choice is a custom made Browning High Power 9mm, nickel plated with gold accents and custom pearl handgrips with two white and gold koi fish swimming around a white lotus.

-Her car is a cherry gloss red 2016 Jaguar XF
@Nikki Moonlight Accepted. Welcome to the club. ^__^

@bloonewb *Kirby wave* Haiii!! :D

@MayLily915 Sure no probs!

@King Tai Accepted! :D



"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead"

-Old Irish Saying



m.youtube.com/watch?v=0krxo46Ifbo


Name
Rhiannon McTavish

Alias
"She-Devil" "Rhi-Rhi" (Rebecca's nickname for her)

Age
34 years old

Occupation
Mob Hitwoman/ Rebecca Valentine's second in command

Appearance



Rhiannon's a fairly stout young woman who takes pride in her athletic physique. Her raven black hair she keeps from obstructing her fierce blue eyes with a hair clip, and she's always sporting an intimidating scowl. She wears a black, tight fitting black leather jacket, leather motorcycle gloves, a pair of dark rimmed aviator shades, black motorcycle boots and dark grey slim fit jeans.

Weapons & Equipment

-Heckler & Koch PSG1 fitted with a variable zoom scope and silencer

-Kimber Warrior .45 ACP silenced with a custom action and hollow point rounds

-Franchi SPAS-12 12 gauge shotgun with buckshot, dragon breath, and flechette rounds

-Heckler & Koch HK93 with a collapsing stock, Aimpoint reflex sight, RIS handguard and Tango Down foregrip

-C4 plastic explosive

-one Bowie knife

-one butterfly knife

-one crumpled pack of Marlboro Reds

-one black Bic lighter with a Celtic cross and two four leaf clovers printed on it

-one silver flask full of Jameson Irish Whiskey

-one ounce cocaine hidden in a silver crucifix around her neck

Personality

"There's only three things in this world that make me happy, guns, Guinness, and a bit o' rough sex."

Just because she's a girl doesn't mean she can't get rough like the boys. Rhiannon is a free spirit with a robust, take no bullshit attitude. She could take you on in a fist-fight and drink you under the table afterwards, and you better find one of the two to entertain her with quick, otherwise she's bound to put holes in you. Rarely does she show kindness or sincerity, and at times, many think she's crazy. She's volatile and she takes maniacal glee in killing anyone and everyone. She is also fiercely independent and violently assertive, often using verbal or physical abuse as a response to anyone who crosses her. However, Rhiannon's tough and abbrasive exterior is only a guise for her true self, her lack of inner strength and her overwhelming fear of being nothing but forgotten by all.

Background

"I'm an Irish girl by heart, and one thing ye never do is give an Irish girl cause for revenge. I was born in Dublin in 1982. Me da was in jail, an' me mum....she could barely give a fuck. I got mixed up with a rough bunch o' lads when I was sixteen, the Irish Republican Army. Fuckin' Brits thought they owned Ireland. Fuck! They ain't owning shite. I was a wild child then, all full o' piss an' vinegar. We shot up banks, bombed buildings, killed people, alot o' fun. The police finally caught me an' sentenced me to life behind bars. While I was in jail, some fuck stabbed me da after he got out. That was back in 06. I broke out wi' a couple o' lads an' we hopped a boat to America. Turns out that's where that fuckin' stoat was hiding at. Delaney McDaniels wa' his name, some fuckin' big shot drug dealer. Anywho, I tracked the cunt an' his family 'ere to the city. Killed every fuckin' one o' them, Delaney, wife, even his cute li'l girl. Shite, I remember the look on her face when I stuck a bullet in her chest. Loved it. Ye fuck wi' me kin, I'll fuck wi' yers. Anywho, after I killed the fuck, I went looking fer work. Killing was about the only thing I was good at, so I started killing people for money. Made alot just poppin' ol' bastards in the head wi' a .45, stickin' em in the guts wi' ol' sticky, that's me knife by the way. Anywho, this Mafia cunt, Valentine, she said she liked me skills, said I was just the cold blooded killer she wa' lookin' fer. I told her she had a nice pair of tits. I fucked her, ye know. She's a pretty good fuck. She got me set up as her right hand gal. Now I'm all made, livin' the high life while I get to kill people fer a livin'. It's been a good few years fer me yeah. The nuns at me old church in Ireland used to say there wa' a special place in Hell fer bad li'l girls like me. Yeah...the fuckin' throne room. I'm on top o' the fuckin' world, and I ain't gonna stop until they put a bullet in me chest. Ol' Beck's thinkin' o' hirin' another hitman, some bloody big-shot named Donny. S'posed to be one o' the best. Fuck that! Like I'd let that pretty boy take me place! I worked to hard to get where I am now, and ol' Beck, I know she won't throw me away....would she.

So there ye are lads, that's me whole tale. What? Ye were hopin' fer a sob story? Well hope in one hand an' shit in the other ye fuckin cunts!"


Other

-Though obvious, Rhiannon speaks with a thick Irish brogue.

-She has a few tattoos, one of which she got in celebration of her first kill for the Valentine Family, a laughing skull with a bullet hole in its forehead. It's on her left shoulder blade.

-Her car she drives around the city is an all black 1971 Mustang GT Fastback with tinted windows and special compartments for concealing various weapons.

-Contrary to popular belief, she's had more sex with men than women. Rebecca is the only woman Rhiannon's ever slept with. Even then, that was just a brief fling.

-Rhiannon has no morals whatsoever about who she kills, as evident when she shot the twelve year old daughter of Irish Mob Boss Delaney McDaniels in the chest point blank.
@Doc Doctor Holy...

Is Donny boy up for hire? :D

Unnamed Irish Hitwoman: "What the bloody hell ye talking about?! I can kick pretty boy's ass wi, both me goddamned hands behind me back!" <.<
"...Know that one day, we will all have to die...."


-THE KILLING CLUB-


There were no windows at all, which was odd in itself since the academy's sprawling campus was such a beautiful sight. Outside the cold, barren walls, if one were to peel them back, they would discover a lovely scene of cherry blossom petals fluttering in the breeze like tiny pink butterflies amidst a decadent bouquet of such colorful and fragrant flowers dotting the sprawling, verdant grass meadows, all beneath a clear blue sky. While it was a cool seventy five degrees outside on this beautiful spring afternoon, the halls were as cold as a morgue…and just as dead, save for the two men who stood at the door locked with a seven figure security code, both dressed in all black suits with red ties, wielding in their gloved hands two Heckler & Koch 9mm submachine guns. At the other end of the corridor, there stood two elevator doors that soon opened with a light hiss of air, followed by the sound of footsteps across the plush red carpet.

The man who had just left the elevator, dressed in a similar black suit but with a small pin of the academy's seal buttoned on his coat, walked briskly with an authoritative fervor. He was a tall man, slightly muscular, feathery gray hair atop his head that seemed to sway with each step he took. His eyes, they were cold and black, obsidian like the deepest pit of Hell, but that was not the most striking feature of him. He wore a mask, similar to that of a ninja, obscuring the bottom half of his face....riddled with scars.

He gave a curt nod to the guards, which they replied back with, one of them turning towards the keypad on the door and pressing in the cryptic set of numbers. Within seconds, there was a beep, a click, and then the swish of the door sliding open, revealing to a slightly cozier room than the frigid corridor.

A red haired woman around her mid to late thirties sat at a lavish pinewood desk, leaning back in her comfy office chair and giving a stifled yawn with a prolonged stretch. Her eyes, tempting shades of emerald, soon trailed to the tall man standing before her, stoic as a statue. "My lady...they have arrived."
He spoke with a voice hoarse and raspy.

The woman smiled, or rather, she smirked, a decadent, pleasing grin crossing her ruby red lips.

~"Mhmm... Then let our little game begin."~




Welcome to Seiko Academy


Built around the early to late 1950s, this institution has been educating young men and women for centuries, molding them into model citizens and preparing them for a bright future upon graduation. Perfectly situated just a train ride away from the bustling city of Tokyo, Seiko Academy has the distinction of being a place where you can experience the beautiful countryside while also living in a comfortable, urban environment.

But...all is not as it seems at this illustrious school, for there are students who stand out among the common rabble, youths, who for years, have been trained in the deadly arts. They are the students of the notorious Class Noir. They...are assassins, hired guns for the notorious criminal organization Requiem. For years, Requiem has utilized these deadly youths to take over the criminal underworld, and now, with a new year dawning, new contracts are in order, new blood to be spilled...


Welcome to the Killing Club. Before we begin, you know the drill.

RULES
No Fighting in the War Room- No fighting in the OOC, no flame wars, no bitching, etc. Don't be a troll or I'll kick you out from under your bridge....and the RP as well. Civil arguments and discussions are welcomed, but if it gets out of hand, I will break it up.

Kinda Cramped in Here- We will only be accepting 8 people. Sorry, but that's the rules, friendo.

Viewer Discretion is Advised- Since this is an assassin RP, expect tons of mature content, however keep the adult stuff to at least a PG-13 level. Gore, drug usage and cussing like a sailor is cool with me, but as for sex, take it to the PMs if it gets past the necking phase. Also be considerately realistic. You're not going to rip out some dude's entrails with your bare hands....though that would be cool. <.<

AWOL- Actually, if you have to be gone for a long amount of time, like more than a day or two, please let me know in advance. I understand life can be hectic for some and throw alot of curveballs time to time, and some of us have to deal with school, work, avoiding the landlord, washing the gimp, etc, so I will gladly stall the rp. However, if you do not tell me, I will have to instate the three strike law, meaning if you don't respond in three days, your character will be insta-killed....and yes I'm a huge hyprocrite of this, so feel free to slap me! Actually slap me now cause I did it with this RP

Intelligence- If you have any questions about the RP or you want to suggest something, feel free to ask either here or in the PMs. I'll do my best to answer it, and if I think your idea is a perfect addition the RP, you'll get the green light.

-And the most important rule of all.......Wear a condom....eh I mean....HAVE FUN!!!!!.....but seriously use some protection >.>;

Anywho, with the rules out of the way, let's get to it!

CHARACTER SHEET



Oh and before I forget, here's the school:





Yeah yeah, sorry for all that stuff, but I wanna make sure you guys are informed before we begin. So with that, enough faffing about.

TWO SPOTS OPEN









Rebecca Selie Valentine


35 years old


Charming and elegant, a very courtesan attitude, she could woo you with just a few simple words or with just a look of her eyes. However, her beauty is only matched by her beastliness. Rebecca could pull out a gun and shoot you between the eyes at a moment's notice. She could have your entire family killed in front of you if you insult her in any way. And if you ever think of trying to escape her, she will track you down to the very ends of the earth. She is by far one of the most ruthless mob bosses in the city.

From day to day, when she isn't slitting throats and running her drug labs and casinos, she preoccupies herself with hobbies such as reading classic literature, listening to music, playing violin and piano, painting, etc., etc.

It's become apparent to some that she enjoys the company of women more than men, possibly even a physical attraction to them. Though she is also sociable with men, she has a particular disdain for some, especially if they take advantage of a woman in any way or are cruel to them in any way.



Valentine was once one of the most prominent families in the Sicilian underworld. Renault, Rebecca's father was a respected Don and a considerably generous philanthropist, despite allegations of selling drugs, illegal arms dealing, and ties to over fifty murders in Italy alone. He later fell in love with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Rebecca. Twas thanks to her mother that Rebecca was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. She even dreamed once of becoming an actress just like her mother, to be adored and talented as she was...but sadly her dreams were cut short.

To this day, she never understood why, but one considerably dark and cloudy night when she was only sixteen, a stranger clad in black and wearing a mask visited her family's home, and with him....he brought death.

Her father was shot first through the head, dying instantly. Then her mother was gunned down next. Last, he turned towards Rebecca, a savage gleam in his wicked eyes as he leveled his gun on her. She tried to run away, far into the darkness of the forest surrounding her family's lavish abode, but he was too quick for her. Soon he caught her and pinned her to the ground ripping away her dress and defiling her once pure essence with his malice. Once the vile act was committed, he aimed at her head. Then....

*BANG!!*

The gunshot echoed into the savage night, but it was not Rebecca who was killed but...the hitman, gunned down by one of Renault's faithful bodyguards. He took Rebecca into his care and swore to get her out of the country, fearing that someone within the Family ordered the hit on Renault. Unfortunately, greed gets the best of men, and six weeks later, the man sold Rebecca to a Russian slave trader for five thousand dollars, no longer wishing to bear the burden of protecting his dead boss's daughter.

From that point on, Rebecca was thrust into a nightmare of drugs, rape, and depravity. She became strung out on heroin and methamphetamine, tossed around from man to man every night, beaten, abused, and nearly broken...until one night she had enough and stabbed Vlad, the scuzzy slave trader, in the throat. She then made her escape from Russia to America, smuggling herself onto a cargo ship bound for New York.

At just the ripe age of eighteen, she was on her own in the big city. Despite the trauma it brought her, she still offered men...and some women...sexual favors in return for money or drugs. She had no home and slept wherever she could, either in a client's home or in a dark and cold alleyway.

Then, one night while she was trying to get some rest after a client got too rough with her, Rebecca was cornered by four men. They were cops, dirty cops. She could sense they wanted something from her, but she was far too tired to "service" any of them.

Angered by this, the cops dragged her up and started beating her senseless. It was evident this was going to be a vicious gang rape, but thankfully Rebecca was saved by a young African male named Tyler. Tyler, an ex-soldier turned gang leader, took Rebecca into his street gang, the Brooklyn Spades. The Spades were protective over the ex-Mafia princess for five long years. Over that time, Rebecca and Tyler fell in love with each other. He taught her how to use a gun and how to fight with her bare hands. He also taught her other things he learned from the military that he passed down to his gang, tactics, psychology, SIGINT, things like that. He had the ambition to grow his gang into a force to be reckoned with and take over the East Coast. All that he needed was the right allies.

By the time Rebecca was twenty-four, she was a lieutenant of the Spades. The gang was going to make a deal with Italian Mob boss Lucio Valentine...Rebecca's uncle. Upon sight of Rebecca, Lucio ordered his men to open fire on the gang...killing Tyler in the firefight. Rebecca realized at that moment Lucio was the one who ordered the hit on her family. She survived the slaughter and swore revenge on Lucio for the deaths of both her family and her gang.

Eventually, she caught up to Lucio and killed him in cold blood during a gala hosted by the five Mafia families of New York. By that time, news had spread through the Cosa Nostra of his betrayal, and his death was rightly so.

Rebecca regained her power that night. Shaped by all that she had been through, she had become the most ruthless woman alive...and now, she was Don of the Valentine Family.

In ten years, Valentine has expanded from New York City into New Jersey and Massachusetts. Rebecca's desire became the same as Tyler's, to conquer the East Coast with her criminal empire and eventually expand to the west. She had taken numerous street gangs and criminal outfits under the Valentine name, and those who resisted her, she made an example of using her specially trained hitmen. Many came to fear and respect her. Rebecca had all she could ever desire....but she wanted more. Her lust for power became insatiable.



-Never, under any circumstances, call her Becky. She despises that nickname. If you call her by that name, you'll likely be found the next day in a smelly dumpster with a Sicilian necktie and a permanent smile on your face.

-Though she hates to admit it, Rebecca loves to drink, mostly vodka, absinthe, or wine as she hates the smell of beer and whiskey makes her sick to her stomach. She also smokes on some occasions. Once, she was extremely strung out on drugs, but she's managed to kick her addiction and live a drug free life.

-Rebecca once had a passionate relationship with a young crime lord named Lily, the two having formed a brief alliance between her crew and the Valentine Family that fell apart due to a few squabbles between the men under their control. While there is currently a turf war going on between the two organizations, Rebecca still admires the girl and flirts with her from time to time.
XD Hehe well damn! Wasn't expecting this much interest! I'll have the OOC up tomorrow sometime.
@MayLily915 CS 1 is done. CS two will be up.....sometime tomorrow XD. Also, hope you don't mind Rebecca and Lily having a history. Just thought it would be interesting. ^__^
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