Realistic or Modern Hitman roleplay

[WelcomeToHell]

This is between Emmi and myself~​

 

[WelcomeToHell]

Spoiler: Character

Name: Artemis Jones

Nickname: Arty

(Brother: Lukas Jones)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Arty had black hard that hits to her mid back in loose waves. She’s average height in her family for women of 5’7 and 157lbs. She has a similar build to her brother, thin but hers has a quite more muscle. She has a small tattoo off a sniper target on her right pointer finger. (http://moziru.com/images/sniper-clipart-transparent-17.png)

Personality: Arty typically keeps to herself, even though she’s quite curious and even notices the smallest things that most don’t notice. Which I what assists her in “jobs”

Extra: Arty does journalism but as no one but maybe her brother knows is she’s actually a hit man.

Song: Stephen-Crossfire

A busy night in Emblin, late nights and the cover of darkness is always a nice thing. Artemis Jones would be found laying in bed and reading, and re-reading her given file. She scanned past the Manila file and read about her newest target. This one was she thought to be her 13th person to hunt down and kill, each reason similar to the next. Usually buisness decisions gone wrong and her people like the world strictly orderly to there liking. She did believe most of their decisions were stupid but she was to ask no questions about the decision. Protocol kept her tightly wrapped around her bosses fingers. Though the one she familiarized herself with was Richard. She had seen him flesh and blood maybe a few times, but he always had his face covered in someway to where she can only recognize certain features he carried. But he always warned about certain things during missions like how every move she made was monitored in some way. That, she didn’t like in the slightest bit

Arty pushed the file away, signing and rubbing her temple. She had no ide awhwre he target could be. And hopefully her people had a tracker on atleast her vehicle, but she would never know until Richard called her. Which wouldn’t be for another 20 minutes or even another day. He always called at the worst times, especially when she finally fell asleep. But he didn’t care, he just wanted to get his point across them and there. Even with both of there tempers colliding badly sometimes, they got along after it all happened. She decided to try and sleep before having to reach her target, she was exhausted if you asked her. She moved the file to her dresser, plugging up her phone and laying her tired head onto the pillow before passing out right there on the spot


Hope it was long enough~ Emmi