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message 1: by Carly (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) Spies :D


message 2: by Carly (last edited Nov 06, 2011 02:36PM) (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) I'll just post a little outline for this.

Name:
Codename [Optional]:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Preferred weapon:
Kin:
Good guys/Bad guys:
Other:


message 3: by Carly (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) Name: Freya Kale

Codename [Optional]: X - used by almost all to refer to her as. I'll be using her codename more than her actual name, most likely.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Cold, Sarcastic, Serious, Intimidating.

History: At the age of sixteen, Freya's father became the head of the organization Umbrella. She wasn't aware then what it was that her father did, but less than a year later she found out the hard way. Her father was murdered by the rival organization that was trying to stop the plans of her father's. Umbrella gave her and her mother a choice; join or die.
Secret exposed, they joined. It was simple as that, really. At the age of eighteen, she graduated highschool and didn't go on to college. Instead she inlisted in Umbrella's training course to carry on and avenge her father. As it turned out, the nobody in highschool turned out to be the perfect assasin. She's trained in the arts of killing now, and might be one of the deadliest women in her current location, the way she works.
Because of her work in the field, she was given the code name X to keep under the radar. It's become almost a legal name for her. Roughly ninty percent of the people she works with don't know her actual name, and X is just the perfect alias for her. She just so happens to have the letter tattooed just above her right hip bone.

Preferred weapon: Anything poison, or conceled knives. Though, she of course loves anything that goes 'boom' according to her colleauges.

Kin: Mother

Good guys/Bad guys: Bad guys

Other: --

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Name: Hale Lancaster

Codename [Optional]: Sometimes called Alias, but not unless a mission demands a code name.

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: [image error]

Personality: Reckless, Short tempered, Quick witted, Resentful.

History: It was a simple application to work for the top security agency in the United States. What was the worst that could happen?
At twenty one, Hale Lancaster found out.
He was accepted, given the job of working a dangerous case, nearly fired for dating his partner, and finally, caught in the middle of a storm of gunshells inside of a public bank.
All in three month's time.
And then, his father decided it was time for a change. He revealed to his son that he hadn't become crippled in the war, but had been injured in a shoot-out with the nastiest man known to the world. The owner of Umbrella; a secret organization that rivaled The Organization; which was what his father told him the affiliation he worked for was known by. It was simple really, Hale was pulled into the business by his father in order to avenge him.
The only problem was, Hale hated the job. And the idea of killing.

Preferred weapon: Hand gun.

Kin: Sister Jennifer, who has no idea about his affiliation, Mother, Father.

Good guys/Bad guys: Good Guys

Other: --


message 4: by Heather (last edited Nov 18, 2011 07:21AM) (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments (SSORRY!!!))

Name: Eveline Whited
Codename: Slim
Age: 25
Personality: Up front she's stubborn, smart, even tempered to a point, and has a stable head. Everything else she covers up.
History: Her parents told her for the first fifteen years of her life they worked as biochemists, but truly worked agaisnt an orginzation called Umbrella. It wasn't long before she jumped in and watching her mother get brutilly murdered by someone from umbrella made her switch and train hard going from a researcher to a field person. This has helped her greatly in her work as a spy.

Perfered weapon: a .22 Mag, but loves guns in general.

Kin: Father, but after her mom died they don't talk much.
Good guys/ Bad guys: Good guys


message 5: by Heather (last edited Nov 18, 2011 09:06AM) (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments [image error]
Name: Ian Greene
Codename: Bones
Sex: Male
Age: 27
History: He didn't have much family to begin with, his dad was a drunk and his mother was a drug addict. He worked for the FBI thinking he was doing some good when he caught his partners in some bad doings. Realizing nothing was ever good he changed his mind that day. He knew of one orginazation that would let him do with how he wanted to do it. Angry at the world, and ready to kill he has all the stealth and strength of everyone else, with the smarts as an insider of the FBI.
Perfered weapon: He is highly skilled in almost every area of weapontry, but when ever he gets the chance to drag it out he will. He finds himself doing alot of the torture for information. Which is how he aquired his code name. His collegues say breaking bones is one of his favorite things to do, but everytime he get's done with someone he cuts of a finger and just keeps the bone. The rumor his he has a collection.
Kin: None that he talks to.


message 6: by Carly (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) XD bones fan I take it? No worries!
Now, where do we want to start?


message 7: by Heather (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments YES!!! I loved David before bones though :P
Umm in the headquarters maybe??


message 8: by Carly (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) Alrighty! So.. Lessee.. I'll toss Hale there. I'll probably be awhile though.


message 9: by Carly (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) It'd been a long, long night. Hale Lancaster strolled into the headquarters, settling his favorite polished handgun back in it's place on his hip where it usually hub. He lazily ran a hand through his tousled hair and scratched lazily at the three day old stubble that had sprouted up along his jaw on his under cover mission.

"Hey caveman." a young blonde at the secretary's desk bobbed her head his way with a sly smile. "How many sleepless nights has it been?" 

Hale held up three fingers with a crooked grin, never uttering a word as he strolled through the clusters of agents buzzing around with files in their hands.

It would only be a matter if time before he was called in for a recap of the mission.

--

X was tired of being assigned on such simple missions. She sat at a small table outside a cafe with sunglasses fixed upon the bridge if her nose and dressed up nicely, but not nicely enough to cause any suspicions. 

Soon enough a man approached her, wearing a tan trench coat and sunglasses. He shrugged off the coat and sat across from her with a straight, unamused expression. 

"Has the weather been bearable in Paris, Miss Doe?" he asked.

The phrase had been assigned to both agents in order to exchange information. A smile flitted across the red stained lips of the female agent.

"Quite bearable." she said casually. "Actually, much more than bearable." she smiled sweetly. "But I expect you have my invitation?"

"But of course, Miss Doe." he replied, handing over a thick, ornate envelope. 

X took it and flicked open the note. She smiled at the black chip resting inside and nodded. She slipped it into her coat pocket and nodded, standing. 

"I'll make sure my assistant sends you a call. Thank you." she replied. Quickly, but of course not too quickly, the slender woman moved down the street, heels clicking curtly, each sharp, staccato not piercing the calm afternoon air.


message 10: by Heather (last edited Nov 25, 2011 07:28PM) (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments Slim walked into the room glancing around slowly she took a deep breath. Grabbing a cup of coffee she heard a heads up that a mission was coming for her and a few selected people. She saw Hale and shook her head. He was pretty renowned as far as they went. "The quarterback of the spies." she laughed to herself. She smiled warmly at him as he walked by. They had talked briefly from time to time, but nothing really exclusive. from the looks of you sir you won't be on this mission shaking her head once more she looked down as the radio in her ear was filled with new commands. "Come to the blue room to recieve your new mission."


Ian smiled to himself, perched on the edge of building this was nothing for him. One quick shot and it was over. It didn't even make a sound as it quickly went through his heart. The powder bullet was undetectable, and the pin sized hole wouldn't make a difference. "Another heart attack claims a victim." he tsked shaking his head. Stealthly he hopped off the building and onto his bike. "Piece of cake."



message 11: by Heather (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments Slim walked into the room glancing around slowly she took a deep breath. Grabbing a cup of coffee she heard a heads up that a mission was coming for her and a few selected people. She saw Hale and shook her head. He was pretty renowned as far as they went. "The quarterback of the spies." she laughed to herself. She smiled warmly at him as he walked by. They had talked briefly from time to time, but nothing really exclusive. from the looks of you sir you won't be on this mission shaking her head once more she looked down as the radio in her ear was filled with new commands. "Come to the blue room to recieve your new mission."


David smiled to himself, perched on the edge of building this was nothing for him. One quick shot and it was over. It didn't even make a sound as it quickly went through his heart. The powder bullet was undetectable, and the pin sized hole wouldn't make a difference. "Another heart attack claims a victim." he tsked shaking his head. Stealthly he hopped off the building and onto his bike. "Piece of cake."



message 12: by Heather (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments Slim walked into the room glancing around slowly she took a deep breath. Grabbing a cup of coffee she heard a heads up that a mission was coming for her and a few selected people. She saw Hale and shook her head. He was pretty renowned as far as they went. "The quarterback of the spies." she laughed to herself. She smiled warmly at him as he walked by. They had talked briefly from time to time, but nothing really exclusive. from the looks of you sir you won't be on this mission shaking her head once more she looked down as the radio in her ear was filled with new commands. "Come to the blue room to recieve your new mission."


David smiled to himself, perched on the edge of building this was nothing for him. One quick shot and it was over. It didn't even make a sound as it quickly went through his heart. The powder bullet was undetectable, and the pin sized hole wouldn't make a difference. "Another heart attack claims a victim." he tsked shaking his head. Stealthly he hopped off the building and onto his bike. "Piece of cake."



message 13: by Carly (last edited Nov 25, 2011 05:44AM) (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) Hale strolled along, passing by a young spy. He'd worked with her before on a few general missions, nothing too close though. He didn't work with newer agents, usually. And after what'd happened with Zero.. Well, most people knew about them.

Glancing at the girl again before slipping into his office, he frowned. What was her name again? He searched through his memory banks and grasped her name.

Slim.

Almost perfectly fitting, he thought. Then again, most names around here were. He entered his office right as the phone rang.

"Ello?" he answered smoothly, only to be greeted by the sweet blonde behind the desk. She informed him that he needed to be in with the boss in five minutes. He promised a quick change and headed off to get ready for the next case.

--

X returned to the base faster than usual. She removed her glasses and walked through the base with a sure stride. She was untouchable in the eyes of the newest recruits, and reckless but respectable in the eyes of the oldest. She gave a crimson smile to a group of new members who were being shown the base, some young, others old.

"I heard she's killed at least fifty." someone whispered.

Beneath her breath, a laugh slipped out. With a venomous, cold-blooded smile she looked over her shoulder, teal eyes glinting like dagger points. 

"It's been more than that."

With a satisfied grin she strolled into the office of the head, placing the files on the table. He scanned the intercepted files and nodded. "Flawless work."

"As always." she said, feeling cocky before exiting.


message 14: by Heather (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments Slim slid into her seat in the office. This mission would be one of her first major ones. She looked over at Zero flirting with the desk clerk and smiled to herself. Trying to hide a smile she bit her lip and sipped her hot chocolate, never being one for coffee. She folded her hands on her lap, and brushed off the surprised eyes of the others. Unlike them she had something to prove. More to prove than anyone of them. She was the best female spy in the business. Her boss knew that even more than she did, it's about times she got what she deserved.


message 15: by Heather (new)

Heather Salsbury (twilightblonde) | 90 comments Ian rolled his eyes hearing the murmurs of the newbies. You get cocky, you die. The lesson rung in his head with so much truth it might have shook him if he didn't know not to shake. Weak he thought to himself with more disdain. Turning he took a swig of whisky and went back to his office putting his feet on the desk, but why should I care?


message 16: by Carly (new)

Carly  (cloud-envy) (Zero's his dead partner)

Hale slumped in a chair in the main area, flicking through case file report after case file report. He was tired of desk work, and even more so of waiting. But they had to give the newer agents their work, and he had an independent mission to work on. One he'd been invested in for years now. One the boss wouldn't dare assign to anyone else.

--

X didn't Have much of an office. The one she did have she didn't use very much. She raked her fingers through her hair by the mirror on the wall - the single object that she kept in her office. After brushing up, she hit a button on the phone.

"Hey Paulina." she said smoothly, her voice clear as icey water. "I need a case."

"Actually, miss X.." stammered the anxious woman. "I heard you have a partner mission."

Her expression froze, eyes darkening. "I don't do partner missions."

"But the boss--"

X had already hung up and grabbed her coat. She marched down the hallway and headed directly for the office of the head hauncho.


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