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PrinceAlexusTake Back What's Yours!Age: 25
Her hair is actually kept loose, tucked underneath a hood, though would reach her lower back in length if it were to be left out. Her coat is of deeper shades of black and purple, yet has no gold patterns. Eyes are aquamarine color (leaning on the greener side), and she has dirt-covered features almost all the time. She wields an athletic frame and sports contact lenses most of the time, though these are purely cosmetic.
Date Of Death: February 27, 1976
Height: 5'10
Weight: 58kg
Method of Death: Attempted to fake her own death and disappear. Unfortunately for her, it was her last act...Greatest Love: Magic, illusion, and distortion to fascinate and intrigue others. Also reading.(TL;DR: Raissa grows up in the Favela, travels to the States, her parents die, she and her brother get separate adoptions, she turns to a life of crime, goes on the run, and finally falls to her death off a cliff. The longer version is below. Also sorry for making such a long bio - it would've been shorter but I accidentally wrote too much ;-;)
Growing up in the Favela taught Raissa a great many things -- athleticism, trickery, street-smarts -- however the one thing it didn't teach her was manners. Raissa has always been the trickster type, loving games and physical activities in Morro da Providência, and later California upon her illegal immigration. Though she never truly shook her child-like demeanor, her constant practice on tricks and illusions evolved her to new heights, more specifically of the illegal kind.
Born January 13, 1951, Raissa had to grow up quickly, but never quite made the cut. As her family lost their home and business, they were forced to take up residence in the first ever Favela; a hill known as "Providencia Hill". It was a hard-earned string of illegal activities that allowed the family relative wealth and services, however Raissa's mother and father always prioritized their baby's innocence over all. Hence, when they brought her a deck of cards and magic tricks from a shop in town for her to play with, Raissa was amazed, her curiosity flaring to life. Little did her or she know, this small act of kindness would change all of their lives forever...
Raissa became obsessed with her games, and mastered the art of shuffling, dealing, and playing cards over the years. By age nine she could already best her parents, let alone the neighborhood kids, in numerous card games, and even might have won a few games against adults in secret for some extra money. But by that stage, she was rather bored with simply playing cards - she needed something else. For awhile now she'd snuck out of home at night to visit the magic shop in town. Though she would occasionally buy something and have to keep it hidden from her parents, most of the time it was purely to speak with the store manager and learn of the new items in stock or to try some of his own creations. That was when she was introduced to what he believed to be his own creation: a thin sheet of metal, lightweight with a classic ace of spades print on the front, sharp as a knife. He called it a 'throwing card', stating that although regular cards can be thrown, his version are meant to be thrown.
Raissa was hooked.
Unfortunately she had little time to get help with practice, as by the age of eleven, she and her family were on the move. They'd had enough of the Favela and were looking for a new home - a home where they could (hopefully) live a normal life. Her parents eyes were set on the United States, and during November of that year, they started their journey.
It took a year and a half to complete the journey, but it was fun, travelling across Mexico and into the US. They spent many nights watching the stars together, wondering what normal life would be like, laughing and speaking of days to come. On their journey, closing upon the American border, Raissa learned she would be having a little brother sometime after they'd settled in America, the family overjoyed with the prospect of another child. They spoke of how he would mark a new beginning, and how life would finally become... comfortable for them.
It took a little longer for the family to get settled in than they thought, but life in America started out well. Although Raissa had poor English experience, she found she could amaze her schoolmates (this being her first time in school) by doing magic tricks, often with cards or the other numerous gizmos at her disposal. Halfway through said school year, her baby brother Ruben was born, her mother having to keep home to care for him. Things continued pretty well for about three years; Raissa maintained decent grades, but excelled in the arts, and her parents were keeping in good work. Raissa and Ruben both were learning how to speak, Raissa taking up reading to better her studies and Ruben learning how to speak (somewhat). But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end...
She was just sixteen when she first had a gun aimed at her head, ready to fire at any moment. It was the second most horrifying moment of her life, and one should would forget by living one day at a time from then on...
A masked man had broken into their home and taken both Raissa and Ruben hostage. He waited, patiently, for the children's parents to arrive home (who had been out taking a nice dinner), and when they came through the front door, he shot Raissa's father directly in the forehead. He then took aim at Raissa's mother, and began talking about the two's past wrongdoings; Raissa had no idea exactly what her parents did until that night, but she regretted not knowing it afterwards. They were drug traffickers and arms dealers, at least in Rio, and those they left behind were not happy with them. Hence their current predicament, which later lead to a world of pain for Raissa.
Later that morning, a bloodied Raissa walked out carrying her younger brother to a nearby ambulance as police raided the suburban house of Stockton, California. It didn't take the police long to piece together what happened: the parents died by a gunman, and a gunman died at the hands of a teenager with a razor sharp playing card, who sliced the gunman's neck open. She and her brother were checked for injury at the hospital, but thankfully, they sustained no physical harm. Yet, Raissa would never be able to truly forget the memory of that night...
When everything was said and done and the situation calmed, Raissa and Ruben were put into foster care. Unfortunately for the two siblings, they were split up and sent to different homes, never to see one-another again.
Raissa's family were an old couple, the Jones' (oddly enough), and were very loving of their new daughter. The Latin American girl was, however, quiet. Since the incident, she simply kept to herself - she no longer began doing magic tricks at school, and became more and more isolated.
That was until she took up illegal activities of her own, that is. Well, that and magic shows.
[WIP but I just need to put this up so I can be accepted XD]
Greatest Fear: In terms of known fears, being embarrassed is something she fears often. She has an unknowing fear of her own memory, keeping the darker thoughts repressed behind the persona of The Magician.
Stunning Weapon: AAC Honey Badger.
Sealing Weapon: Custom-made deck of stainless steel throwing cards; think of them as knives, but with four sides.
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@Lord of Evil@LitCabbit@Stern Algorithm@Athinar@chiru
Okay so far we have 7 assasins, as the deadly 8 ive been waiting for the last candidate but I see its holding the RP up, so can I get a roll call to see whos still on board with this? I think an idea is to start the IC with 7 and then leave it open for an 8th new recruit and we can work it into the story that the previous 8th member's spririt passed on and they are looking for a replacement.
Sound good?