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~The Storyteller-Wendy Darling~

Name (Fairy Tale World):
Wendy Darling

Other Names (Fairy Tale World):
Bird, The Storyteller, The Hostage (Self Proclaimed)

Real Name (Fairy Tale World):
Wendy Darling

Occupation (Fairy Tale World):
None

Place Of Origin:
England

Age:
Looks: 16
Technically: 29

Affiliation (Fairy Tale World):
Hero (Good)

Appearance - (Sixteen):


Wardrobe Style (Fairy Tale World):
Since Wendy was taken away to Neverland when she was sixteen, she was able to understand and adapt to the wardrobe style fairly quickly. She was brought in the same clothes she wore and she was able to adapt the clothes with some of the vines and leaves she found around, as well as with some of the animal skins that she was able to hunt and kill, as she was able to do so. She hardly ever changes her clothing, though when she does, it is only for a brief moment and it’s a towel she made out of animal fur that she has wrapped around herself while she washes her clothes in the river.
Wendy’s Clothes

Relationships:
Relationship Status: Single
Partner: None
Father: Deceased
Mother: Deceased
Siblings: John, Michael
Pet/s: None
Other: Nope

Personality:
Wendy is a very creative and imaginative person. She is outgoing, adventurous, and always tries to do what is right for her. She tries to put others’ needs ahead of hers, but when it comes down to it, she would most likely save herself rather than anyone else. She prefers not to be a damsel in distress, but since she is a hostage on an island that will not let her leave, she really has no choice on what she is.

Because of how much time she spent inside, she is quite intelligent. She read a lot during her isolation from the outside world and was able to become quite a survivalist, which was just in time. She is a very talkative person. She used to talk her brothers’ ears off all the time, though she became a lot quieter as she got older. She makes friends very easily, being polite. She does not have a soft heart though and because of her time spent in the wild, she is harder than ever.

She absolutely loves to sing, which keeps her as sane as she can be, though she does talk to the animals every once in a while. She does become depressed every time she thinks about what family she still has that she may not ever see again, but she is confident in her ability to someday escape Neverland and get back home to them. She isn’t too much of a love type person, but she does wish that she could find someone to have adventures with her.

Strengths:
Wendy is quite intelligent because of her books. She is a survivalist and has the abilities to stand up for herself and stand on her own. She is small for her size, which allows her to escape predators easier by slipping into slim hiding spots or dodge between mountain rocks. She has become more muscular in the wild, which allows her to climb trees a lot faster and run longer. She also now knows Neverland like the back of her hand, which would allow her to escape people who were to visit that meant to harm her.

Weaknesses:
She misses her brothers terribly and is fiercely loyal to them, though they may have forgotten about her over the years. If anyone were to get ahold of them, it would be easy to make Wendy do whatever they wanted, no matter how horrible, so she could get them back. Because of her soft nature from back in England, Wendy can sometimes show that side at the wrong moment and that would allow her to be taken easily. She also hasn’t had any contact with people besides her family, which actually has made her more trusting because she feels like everyone is like her family, though she has met no one outside her family.

Magic Capabilities:
Wendy has no magical abilities.

Weapons:
When she was first brought to Neverland, she was able carve out a bow out of the branch of a hickory tree and some arrows out oak branches with only a sharp rock that she cut her foot on in the river. She uses it for protection as well as hunting. She got the feathers for the arrows from already dead birds.

Brief Biography (Life In The Fairy Tale World):
Wendy Darling grew up to a very rich family in England in the Fairy Tale world. They were one of the most prominent people in England and very known for their vast wealth, which is one of the reason why Wendy grew up secluded from many people. Her father was very paranoid that people only became friends with her, or with anyone in her family, to get to the family’s money, which, in most cases, was true. Still, Wendy grew up a very lonely child, though she did have her two brothers and her Saint Bernard Nanny named Nana.

They were homeschooled children, taught by their mother, and almost had no contact with the outside world unless their father took them out on the boat, which he did quite often. Her father loved fishing and being out on the sea. It was quite strange, considering the fact that since they spent most of their lives indoors, that their father would be such an outdoorsy person. But they loved those weekly visits to the sea, though at times it was tedious because they were forced under decks whenever another boat came by.

Because of this loneliness and having no idea what the outside world was like, Wendy took up many hobbies. She learned to cook from her mother, learned how to write, and tell, amazing stories, and even took up weaponry classes, one of which was archery. Yet it was the storytelling that she loved the most. She would entertain her brothers and Nana, even her mother sometimes, with amazing stories, each, unbeknownst to her, were completely true in the world that she lived in. She always thought that these were just stories of her own imagination and she was always so happy when she saw the smiles on her brothers’ faces when they listened to her stories.

As she grew older, though, she began to tell stories less and less, and began locking herself in her room more. She no longer wished to be stuck inside, so she spent most of her day staring out the window, looking at the outside world and trying to take it in from her small bedroom. She treasured every day that they went out on her father’s boat, taking in the fresh air, the beautiful sounds, and sights. Until it all came crashing down in one instant, thirteen years ago.

They were out sailing when the seas became rough. Unbeknownst to the humans above, Ursula and Triton, as the Queen had begun her attack, fought for control over the seas. The rough waters rocked the boat, knocking it around. Her brothers were able to get inside and away from the storm, but Wendy, her father, and her mother were all thrown overboard. Wendy was carried out to sea, while her parents drowned in her sight. She doesn’t remember much after that, but she does remember waking up on a beach. She was sixteen at the time.

When she woke up on the beach, she was dehydrated, starving, and half dead. She was only barely able to make it to the creek to get some fresh water in time. She had landed in Neverland, but she never knew it for the longest time. She was a natural born survivalist though. She found Peter’s old treehouses and made those her home, and from her lessons and all her time in doors studying and reading books, she was able to pick out which plants she could cook and eat. She stumbled across the hickory tree one day when she was finished setting snares and she was able to make her bow with a vine. She got a few branches from an oak tree and made the arrows out of that and was able to take down a deer before the vine snapped. She made a new string out of the guts of the deer and that has held up today.

She made many attempts to go home, building rafts many times, but a storm always shattered her raft and forced her back to the beach. It was as if Neverland never wanted her to leave… Or wouldn’t allow her to. She realized it was Neverland when she turned twenty-one and she didn’t look different from her sixteen year old self. She has stayed there ever since, making a life for herself there and waiting for the day when she would be able to stowaway on a boat to get back to England.

Brief Biography (Life On Earth):
Wendy has never heard of Earth.

Other:
Wendy has yet to come across any pixie dust.

"Message in a Bottle" By the Police

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~The Wolf – Red Riding Hood~

~~Personal Information~~

Name: Red Riding Hood.
Other Names: Red, The Wolf.
Real Name: No One Knows. Everyone called her Red so much that no one really knows her real name.
Occupation: Bartender and Hunter.
Age: 21.
Affiliation: Chaotic Neutral.
Place of Origin Southern Isles.

Appearance (Thirteen Years Ago)(Eight):


Appearance (Present)(Twenty-One):




Wardrobe Style:
Everything in her pictures are exactly what she wears almost every day. She doesn’t have a lot of clothing and these were made by her grandmother, so she rarely takes them off.

Relationships:
Relationship Status: Flirting
Partner: None
Father: Unknown
Mother: Deceased
Siblings: None
Pet/s: Can’t have any.

Personality:
As her mother and grandmother saw from a very young age, Red had a very strong, independent personality. She also had a very angry one. She was a rambunctious child and a rambunctious young adult as well. She always speaks her mind, but she is smart enough to know when to hold her tongue. She is not an outgoing person, but she does like change every once in a while. She is a fearful person, considering the fact that she has killed a person before because of her curse. She never seems to fall in love, but she does tend to flirt with the men who come into her pub. She is very distrusting of a lot of people, since her mother and grandmother lied to her all through the years.

In deep times of need, she is not afraid to take a leap and be brave, though she mainly tries to do it without going into wolf form. She is a fighter, as proven by her resilience to succumb to her wolf and take off the cloak so that she can run around as a wolf forever. She is not afraid to get into many fights either, and is easily angered by very small things. She does have a slight bipolar disorder, but she has learned to control her temper over the past five years.

She can be an ice queen at times, depending on her mood. If she is in one of those moods, you do not want to talk to her because she will put you through a wall. She gives a lot of the guys in the bar the cold shoulder, but many of them come to the bar often enough to know that it isn’t personal, and that she is just having one of those days. She tends to be like this on the days before full moons. She also is anxious and sometimes very depressed in this days. She goes through a lot of mood swings within these few days.

Magic Capabilities:
She has the ability to change into a wolf, or is forcibly changed at the full moon. When in human form, she has very sensitive senses, wolf senses in human form. Only by placing her cloak on top of her will so go back to normal.

Weapons:
She rarely uses weapons but when she hunts, she uses bow and arrows, in her human form anyways. She uses her teeth and claws when she is in wolf form.

Strengths:
Red has many strengths, mainly relating to her wolf half. Her wolf senses in human form allow her to sense when danger is nearby as well as detect many forms of poison, which is very helpful when some buys something from her and then slips it back to her. Her sense of smell also helps her to hunt people, or animals, down very easily. She is quite intelligent and very cunning. As a wolf, she has the ability to track anyone, granted something that belong to the person is held in front of her.

Weaknesses:
Red is extremely fearful of the full moon because she tends to lose control on those nights. She is also scared of fire and of strangers. She doesn’t trust people easily. She also has a very short temper, which sometimes renders her extremely truthful. She doesn’t seem to have a shield against magic. Her cloak is also a weakness of hers because she can’t exactly take it off without being afraid of being forcibly turning into a wolf. Her grandmother could be considered a weakness because she cares for her grandmother very much. If someone touches her grandmother, she loses her temper very much and that can also forcibly turn her into a wolf, whether she wants to or not. She loses all memory of who she is or who her friends are in wolf form, but she does remember what she does when she comes out of wolf form, though she doesn’t remember anything at all on full moons. Also, as a werewolf, she is easily controlled because her mind is not as strong.

Brief Bio:
Red grew up far away from any towns or villages, mainly in a cottage in the forest with her mother and her grandmother. She was a happy little baby when she was born, but seem oddly obsessed with the full moon. As she grew older, when she was about three, she had her first encountered with a wolf. Or what she thought was a normal wolf at the time. She was playing in the forest, a little farther away than what she should have been, and the wolf approached her, growling low in its throat. The only reason why she lived was because her mother scared it off with a crossbow arrow shot from the front door.

As she began to get older, she became more obsessed with full moon because her mother and grandmother began disappearing around the full moon. She hadn’t been able to remember it when she was younger, but she did notice it when she was in her teens. The reason why she noticed is they left right before nightfall and directly after the moon rose, she distinctly heard growling nearby. They always told her to bar the doors and windows on those nights and then unlock them in the morning. Her grandmother and mother would come back bloodied and disheveled, but she never understood why.

Until the night she turned sixteen. She doesn’t remember anything from her sixteenth birthday night, but she does remember the morning after. Her hands and legs were tied and was lying partially naked in her bedroom, covered in a red cloak. Her grandmother was sitting in a rocking chair, her crossbow in her hands. She was blunt when she told Red what had happened, but Red didn’t seemed to understand. That’s when her grandmother explained it all. A curse had been placed on their family for years that every first born female in her family would be cursed a werewolf until their wrong had been righted. Red asked what the wrong was, but her grandmother didn’t know. Her grandmother then explained, just as well, that Red had transformed into a werewolf right when she turned sixteen and killed her mother. This was the part that Red didn’t fully understand. Her grandmother explained that her and her mother had control of their powers, but because of Red’s independent and angry personality, they wouldn’t take any risks. They had had a cloak prepared, a red cloak, that was enchanted by the Sorcerer himself, that would allow Red to remain a human as long as she had it on, but not on full moons, when she was forced to turn.

Afraid that she could hurt her grandmother as well, even with the cloak, Red disappeared into the night, leaving only a note behind that warned her grandmother not to look for her. She went as far away as she could, heading toward the towns. She got to the furthest town away, and remained there. She knew she would not be able to survive on her own, so she taught herself to hunt. She became so good that she actually sold some of her catches and made enough money to open up her own bar in Tortuga, which she called the “Silver Bullet”. She bartends there, but she closes up every full moon and locks herself in padded room that is sealed tight so she cannot escape as a werewolf, but only as a human.

Other:
None

Theme Song:
"Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran.

White Star's Wonderful World of Characters! (No Copies Please...)

Once Upon A Time Characters

Red Riding Hood
Wendy Darling
Ella Tremaine-Cinderella
Jessica Rabbit
Prince John Monroe
Captain Jack Sparrow
Michael Darling/Flynn Ryder

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Star Ocean Academy (Dead)

Sebastian Flynn Williams
Kym Suzu

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Hollywood University

Cecily Emerald Barker

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And The Gods All Fell

Jack Frost

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MORE TO BE ADDED LATER

Cat and Mouse (Invader Len/WhiteStar19)

Also, if we every want to add another characters like other Detectives or other criminals, we can use this CS.

Character Sheet

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Cat and Mouse (Invader Len/WhiteStar19)

She couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. Tara shrugged her coat in tighter around her, pulling against every inch of her body against the cold wetness, as she made her way into the hospital. Rain dripped down her back, on her hair, and got into her eyes, blinding her as she made her way into the bright hospital. Cars honked at her for her to get out of the way as she made her way in. She waved in an apology before going inside.

The receptionist, a kindly, elderly woman, waved her through, not even bothering to check to see who she was. She knew who she was. They all did, and they all felt pity for her. Tara sucked in her cheeks as she made her way onto the elevator. She didn’t need anyone’s pity. In fact, she felt pity for any of those who pitied her. They didn’t see the demon scratching at the surface of her stomach. She gently pressed the floor she needed to go to and the elevator began to ascend without anyone else getting on. Flash flickered as the elevator passed them and she leaned carefully against the back of the elevator, her aching feet pulsing from being stood on too long.

The noticeable bulge in her side was worrisome to some of the nurses and doctors as she exited the elevator, but when she opened up her coat and flashed the glimmering gold badge on the inside, they calmed down quite a bit and scurried off. She narrowed her eyes as they hurried off, but she didn’t pursue any course of action. She wasn’t active duty today. At least, she hoped she wasn’t. She could be called into work at any time and unfortunately she would have to take it. Due to the budget cuts at the precinct, they were down a few cops and detectives.

Doctor Killian Addler, a rising star in the New York Area, stood outside the specific door that she was fearful to go into, but wanted to all the same. Clutching a clipboard in his slim, healing hands, he looked up at her as she approached. His handsome face grim, he looked her with sorrowful pale eyes and shook his head. That was all he needed to do to convey the message of what question was on her heart. Biting her lower lip, she brushed passed him, touching his shoulder gently, went into the room and looked at the pale, stiff body on the bed with so many tubes and bandages attached to it. In other cases, the person on the bed would have looked like she was sleeping, and Tara would have known it, because all while they grew up, Tara knew how her sister slept. Long black hair was thrown over the pale, milky white pillow. Porcelain skin was glittering under the pale lights. A lone beeping sound could be heard throughout the room.

No tears entered her eyes as she walked over to replace the old, dried up daisies with the fresh roses she had picked earlier in the week. The vase sat in the back of the bed, teetering slightly on the edge. She gently pushed it back before pulling a chair closer to look at Eliza. Tara brushed the hair out of her elder sister’s face and took a deep breath before pulling off her large, tan trench coat and draping it over the back of a chair. Unbeknownst to anyone else here or anywhere, her sister’s “uniform” was tucked in her laptop case on her hip, just waiting to be used again, which it would be, once the weather cleared up. She had to keep up appearances so no blame for Ghostess would fall on Eliza, though she hated going against what she believed. She needed to keep everyone in the dark, even her own boss and work. She set her laptop case down in the chair next to her and slowly sank into the plushy softness.

Leaning over, she kissed her sister’s forehead. Her skin was cold, almost as if she was a corpse in the bed, but Tara knew better. She tucked the bedsheets around her tighter, right when she got a call on her phone. Sitting back in the chair she pulled up, she pulled it out and said bluntly, “Carson.”

“Hey, Tara. The Chief wants three units down at the Morgan Library and Museum. They think that’s where Ghostess will strike next and they’re trying to figure out what she will take. You down?” the voice, belonging to her beat cop friend Melissa Manni, said. Tara looked over at her sister’s comatose form and sighed, pressing two slim fingers to the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath. The blood red nails flickered in the dim lighting.

“Of course,” she said, standing back up. She had only been here for about two minutes. Work always got in the way of her visits here for some reason, but she knew she could never turn them down, especially when her sister’s persona was involved in some way, shape, or form. “I’ll be down there in a jiff. I’m at the hospital right now.”

There was a heartbeat of silence on the other end of the phone before Melissa asked, “How’s she doing?”

Shrugging her jacket back up onto her shoulders and pulling her laptop bag over the top of her head, Tara began making her way back out, the slim Samsung still pressed to her ear. She stalked down the hallway, tall and confident, but her heart was beating in her throat. She nodded to Doctor Killian again. “Heart’s still beating and she has a steady breathing pattern, so she should still be fine. I just wish it didn’t look as if she were sleeping.”

“Man, that’s rough. I still can’t believe Ghostess shot her. That seems to be the first violent thing that thief has ever done.”

Gritting her teeth as she pressed the button to the elevator, Tara responded rather stiffly, “Yeah, well, we don’t know a lot about Ghostess all the same. Listen, Mel, I need to get going. I’ll talk to you when I get there, a’ight?”

“Alright. Seen you soon.” The phone line went dead and Tara let out a small growl in her throat as she jammed the button for the lobby floor of the hospital. Leaning against the back wall, she began to think about the note left for the Chief, written in the same hand as her sister. She was shocked that the department didn’t already know about the replacement of the Punic artifacts with fakes. The government was replacing the artifacts and reselling the real ones to private collectors for large sums of money to pay off the growing debt to China. It was honestly ridiculous that some people could be so blind. But she needed to keep her mouth shut tonight and hopefully, if the weather was clear tomorrow, it would be an easy steal.

Dodging out of the elevator and trudging through the rain to her unit, she quickly slipped inside, but not before shaking herself off to where she wouldn’t get hypothermia from how cold she actually was. She immediately turned up the heater in her car, warming her hands up, before pulling out of the parking lot and heading down the main street to 3rd so she could get to the museum. She immediately pulled onto the street and was greeted by two cop cars and another undercover unit.

She pulled to a park next to them and slipped on some of the medical gloves she kept in her glove compartment. Leaving her laptop bag in her passenger seat, she quickly got out of her car and hurried over to the museum, flashing her badge to the officer posted outside the door. He dipped his head to her and she walked inside and was immediately greeted by Melissa. The short little blond tossed her hair out of her face and quickly gave the low down on what was going on.

Tara, only half listening since she knew most of the information, scanned the room, eyeing security cameras and any forms of added security. The displays were noticeably protected, but these were not the displays she needed to see. Melissa led her down to the basement. She coughed as dust filled the room and waved her hand in front of her face. This was what she needed to see. The Italian artifacts were not well protected. She would be able to get in here easily and get out just the same.

“… and Detective Charlot and the Chief will be arriving shortly,” Melissa said, ending her spiel, and this made Tara freeze.

“Detective Charlot will be here? Then why call me in?” Tara asked, glaring at Melissa.

“The Chief wanted you specifically. He thought you and Matthias would make a good team! Of course, Matthias is his son… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tara growled, before starting to pretend to examine the artifacts. This was going to be a lot more difficult than she thought, especially if that douchebag of a detective was on the case…

Cat and Mouse (Invader Len/WhiteStar19)

**Members of the Zodiac Ring**

The Emperor

~The Emperor

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Unknown

The anonymous head of the organization, their identity is unknown, even to all but a few trusted members. He only communicates through text and email, thus their face is never seen, and their voice is never heard. A frighteningly cunning individual, his apparently most trusted underling is Horse, and most of his orders are relayed through her.

Horse

^^Horse^^

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Female

The most senior and powerful member in the Zodiac Ring, save the Emperor, she is a master of disguise and espionage. Through the talented use of makeups, prosthetics, wigs, and vocal ventriloquy, she can make herself to appear as a completely different person, a skill she uses to her advantage. While she enjoys her position of luxury and power, she does do several missions herself, not limited to reconnaissance or undercover work. While her specialty is murder via bombings and arson, she is not above putting a bullet in her targets head if need be.

Rooster

))Rooster((

Age:
35-40

Gender:
Male

A lower ranking member and Snake's partner, not much is known about his past, other than that he is relatively new to the organization and that has spent time working in the mafia as an enforcer. While not as cunning or powerful as other members, he is no less brutal. His preferred method of killing is with pipes and bats, and he often works to dispose of corpses. Though he has his failings and is none to bright, it is easy to see why the organization chose him. Nothing that falls into Rooster's hands ever comes out the same way again.

Snake

||Snake||

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Male

A young man of Japanese descent, Snake is one of the higher ranking members of the Ring and Rooster's partner. Despite having a rather ordinary, if not somewhat kind face, he very clearly stands out in a crowd. Constantly wearing a black yukata, with several bandages on his face, arms, and chest, and with one arm in a sling, he looks more like a recovering hospital patient than a dangerous murderer.

Yet, under his sympathetic smile lies the cold, cruel mind of a killer. The ring's top assassin and an expert in torture, it was Snake who led to the famous thief Ghostess' disappearance, and now he leads the hunt for her. There is some animosity between he and Horse, though a possible former or current relationship is implied between them.

Cat and Mouse (Invader Len/WhiteStar19)

If it's alright with you, I would like any characters added to the RP to go through me, that way I can put them in the Character Tab. I've already added Matthias. Just the same, will you also come up with a Birthplace, Weapons, and Personality for him? Thank you!

Cat and Mouse (Invader Len/WhiteStar19)

Matthias Charlot

Nickname:
Matty

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Part-time waiter, self-proclaimed detective and police consult.

Birthplace:
TBR

Weapons:
TBR

Personality:
TBR

Brief Bio:
With his father being the NYPD's chief of Criminal Investigations division, and his mother a renowned mystery author, Matthias grew up with a fascination for crime and mystery at a young age. After solving his first major case at fourteen, and having tucked several others more under his belt since, it was always thought that he would grow up to join his father's line of work. However, after failing the police academy entrance exams twice, he became bored, disillusioned, even depressed, at his failures to pass the physical exam. That changed, however, when the great thief Ghostess made her appearance. After outwitting his father, his superiors, and even himself, Matthias became convinced. Not only was it his duty, as the son of a police officer, to catch the thief, it was his destiny. Thus, a fierce rivalry ensued, Matthias managing to uncover the thief's tracks, just in time for her to slip through his fingertips with her treasures in hand. However, recently, he has noticed a change in the thief's behavior following an unusual pause in her activities, notices that are laughed off as overanalyzing or obsession. Matthias remains convinced, however, that not all is as it seems, and that something is wrong on the other end of his one-sided rivalry.

When not pursuing cases at his own independent practice, Matthias works part-time as a waiter, to make ends meet. His allowance and inheritance are being withheld until he "shapes up and passes the police academy entrance exams, or finishes college and finds a decent job.

Cat and Mouse (Invader Len/WhiteStar19)

***Eliza Carson***

Code Name:
Ghostess

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Occupation:
Master Thief

Birthplace:
Chicago, Illinois

Weapons:
Primary Weapon: Dual Katanas that are always on her back.
Secondary Weapon: An engraved silver pistol

Personality:
As she looks in her picture, Eliza is pretty much a badass. She is extremely smart and cunning. She is stealthy, so stealthy she was unable to be caught by her sister’s work. She acts like a ghost when she is in thief mode, also the reason behind her name. When she isn’t in character, she is very outgoing, adventurous and is never afraid to speak her mind against something she doesn’t agree with. She cares for her little sister very much, but can’t stand that she went into law enforcement when she knew of Eliza’s profession. They disagree on many things, but Eliza always cared for her sister. She has a very sarcastic attitude, but somehow seems to have a very long fuse for a temper.

Brief Bio:
Eliza was born an unusual child. She would get into fights often as a young toddler and always steal things from the other children. She became obsessed with stealing fantasy and fairy tale books, particularly the different Robin Hood stories. She would read them every night, under her covers with a flashlight whenever she needed to go to bed. She dreamed of being like Robin Hood and going on adventures with no bounds to stop her.

She got her chance when her father was shot and killed in police custody. Her father had always been against the government, not obeying laws and getting emails of private information to release on his blog. No one knew who he was until his partner ratted him out to the police to save his own hind end. By the time her father released the plot against him, to kill him before he even reached county, it was too late. A bullet through the brain stopped his government revelation works.

Or so the government thought.

Eliza, torn apart by her father’s death at age eighteen, decided that this was her chance to become a hero for the underdog. She dawned a disguise every night, a black hoodie with a red X in the corner over the heart and a mask that pulled out from between her neck and the fabric of the sweatshirt, and began breaking into government labs, government buildings anything that could be considered government. She traveled across the world and collected all of this data, selling it to the highest bidder. She left only a single calling card of a black, small, onyx swan on the black where the files had been. She got an anonymous tip about information linking to the government security flaws and she immediately went to find it. This she would keep for herself and take down the government that killed her father.

She doesn’t remember the night and hasn’t woken up since.

~~~~~Tara Carson~~~~~

Nickname:
None

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Occupation:
Robbery Detective, Part Time Bartender

Birthplace:
Chicago, Illinois

Weapons:
Her Glock 45, given to her by the department.

Personality:
Tara is a very thoughtful person. She tends to be quiet at times. She is very nice and friendly and tries not to become angry. When she is sad, she does not cry, but she becomes really silent. She feels bad for all of the victims of her sister’s and tries to help them as much as she can without revealing her secret to them. Tara have a slightly shorter temper than her sister, but she hides it very well. She is not very outgoing and prefers to stay indoors rather than go outside. She is a take charge person as well, but she only does it when someone tells her to.

Brief Bio:
Her childhood was fairly boring, not much to tell there, considering the fact that she lived in her sister’s shadow. She became a detective to stop her father from doing what he did, but when he died when she was thirteen and she saw her sister change, she knew that she needed to be a detective for certain. She became a robbery detective and began hunting her sister, not knowing it was her sister, but when she finally found evidence to convict, she hid it all away, unwilling to shed light on it to where she would lose her sister.

She was there, the night her sister was shot. She was called in when a robbery was called in at a high security military government agency. They searched the area, her alone, and she came across her sister, unconscious on the ground, still wearing her thieving wardrobe. Frightened that she would go to jail, Tara switched clothes with Eliza, flipping the jacket inside out and putting a coat over the top it to hide it from everyone. She got her sister an ambulance, claiming that she must’ve been here during the break it and been collateral damage. After a few weeks of her not waking up, people began to get suspicious that she was Ghostess. Having no other option, Tara took her sister’s gear and began doing heists, against her own good judgment. She visits her still comatose sister in the hospital every day.

Welcome To The Underground Mission Force (Spy Action Roleplay)

I'm so sorry guys, but I've been extremely busy and I don't think it's going to get any better. I give you permission to use this RP and reopen to others, but I will no longer be able to GM. Sorry.