Spy Games: Close to the Chest

[Elle Joyner]

((NOTE: The storyline has started, but I am still accepting characters. As of now there is room for 3 more))


For now, I'm looking for at least 10 characters. If you have already applied for a character but would like a second, this is fine, but please limit yourself to no more than two characters, so there's room for others!


Before applying, please be sure to read the rules and regulations.


To apply for a character please fill out the following form. While filling out these sheets, please take your time and use as much description as possible. Be creative!


To ensure that we have a realistic idea of what your character actually looks like, I ask that your stick to real images (no personal images/selfie) or gifs. If you need assistance with finding an image, please PM me.


I also ask for a writing sample at the foot of your skeleton - this is to ensure the best quality of roleplay for everyone involved. This does not need to be from your character, but can be from another RP/Story/etc, so long as it meets the 100 word minimum. That said, if you've already given me a writing example (either here or in another storyline I've created) there's no need to repeat the process.


Again... Don't forget to read the rules before posting your skeleton!


CHARACTER SKELETON:


Full Name:


Alias/Nickname:


Shield Type: (Which agency is your character employed by and what is their position?)


Age:


Occupational Skills:


Cover: (Who does your character claim to be to civilians?)


Height & Weight:


Physical description:


Markings/Scars/Tattoos:


Personality:


Quirks/Habits:


Weaknesses:


Strengths:


History (A brief but detailed explanation of how they came to be where they are)


Appearance (Again, live models only, please):


Writing sample (At least 100 words): 
Character Skeleton: Edith Montgomery

Full Name: Edith Faith Montgomery


Alias/Nickname: Eddy


Shield Type: C.I.A. – National Clandestine Services


Age: 25


Occupational Skills: Eddy is trained in undercover espionage, weapons (handguns, rifles, knives) and hand-to-hand combat (E4, Krav Maga). She speaks four languages, fluently (Russian, Spanish, Israeli and Arabic) and is in the process of learning Cantonese, Italian, German and French.


Cover:Eddy’s cover is a college student and part time barista.


Height & Weight: 5’6”, 125lbs.


Physical description: Eddy is small, but packs a punch. She has long, dark brown hair with light brown highlights, doe-like brown eyes, a strong jaw, slender frame, small curves and slight hands and feet.


Markings/Scars/Tattoos: A few scars here and there, but nothing noteworthy.


Personality: Eddy enjoys a good time. While she is all business on the job, she often jokes around and came be extremely sarcastic. Despite a difficult past and unconventional childhood, she refuses to be a victim and sees every circumstance as a learning opportunity.

Quirks/Habits: She enjoys nicknaming people, based entirely on first impression and has been known to promote those nicknames within her work community.


Weaknesses: She trusts, too easily and takes it extremely personally when that trust is betrayed. While she is excellent at her job she is uncomfortable with exploiting her femininity outside of work and can be apprehensive around men.


Strengths: Eddy is a quick learner and absorbs things like a sponge. She is a gifted fighter and proficient with firearms, but the majority of her skill-set lies in her ability to never need either in the course of a mission. She has one of the highest non-combative take-down records in her field, due simply to her aptitude for manipulating situations with strong resourcefulness and imaginative and in-depth cover identities.

Six months on a beach in So-Cal, soaking up rays and taking down bad guys? Count me in...

History: A typical recruit, orphaned at a young age, with very few contacts or personal connections, Eddy started out in the CIA straight out of high school. Trained from childhood in the Israeli martial art of Krav Maga, by a foster-uncle, she was already one step ahead of the game when she signed up, but proved incredibly adaptable and eager to learn.


During the course of only a few short months she showed extreme promise and was transferred to the NCS division, where she received extensive training for covert anti-terrorism and counter-intelligence.


Three years into the job, due to her proficiency and dedication, Eddy was selected for a special task force – a team of multiple agencies, all kept under one roof for the purpose of collaborating to bring down a suspected West Coast terrorism organization.


Encouraged by her senior officer, she joined the team and embarked immediately for Southern California.

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[Gh0st]

Full Name:Charles Timothy House


Alias/Nickname: Charlie or House


Shield Type: CIA NOC Agent or Non-official cover Agent


Age: Twenty-Six


Occupational Skills: Charles has gained many skills in this job over the years. These skills range from the ability to drive exceptionally well to knowing six different languages (Spanish, Russian, Arabic, Japanese, Mandarin, and Korean). However, his most notable skills lie withing the region of combat. Charles is know in the Agency for being one of the best in terms of hand-to-hand combat. His skills with fire arms is also very good, but not nearly as good as his hand-to-hand combat and investigative skills. His investigative skills is the reason why he's working for the CIA at such a young age. During his time in the Army, Charles lead many operations and spent much of his time investigating and capturing enemies. There, he made a name of himself which is what caught the CIA's eye and led to his recruitment.


Cover: Charles James Price, a college student who works at a bar as a bartender


Height & Weight: 6'0 and 163lbs


Physical description: Charles has smooth, black hair with dark green eyes. He's in great physical condition so naturally he's very mucular. He has wide shoulder and a squared (but not ridiculously so) jaw


Markings/Scars/Tattoos: Charles has multiple scars in his chest and back as well as one small scar on the right side of his chin. He also has a service tattoo from his time in the Army on his right upper arm.


Personality: Most would agree that the best way to explain Charles is confident, intelligent, and lighthearted. Unlike most in his profession, he strays away from being cold and prefers to bring a lighter mood to whatever he's doing. However, this does not mean thst he isn't serious as well. Charles might be seen cracking the ocassional joke on a mission or using his natural charm in a humorous way, but he does this to help whoever he happens to be working with to make sure they stay relaxed. Many would assume that he doesn't take anything seriously because he's always calm and collected never panicking which makes it seem like he doesn't care. That is not true, Charles simply believes that letting your emotions get the best of you keeps you from thinking clearly.


Quirks/Habits: Charles has a bad habit of smoking and chewing on his lip. Constantly you,ll see him chew on his lip as he tries to think a way out of a situation. He also has a quirk of stealing things due to old habit from his younger years. Most of the time, he does it to get a lqugh out of everyone as he hands back the original owner's posessions. However, many times Charles has found himsels taking subconciously taking someone's wallet or phone.


Weaknesses: Children, women, and animals. He also doesn't care much for authority or rules which can get him in trouble


Strengths: Hand-to-hand combat, adaptive, intelligent, and he also has a way with words


History: Charles was born in Manhattan, New York. His mother died giving birth to him and his father was part of the Mafia. Growing up, he didn't exactly live the "American Dream" life. By the age of seven he had already began life as a criminal by constantly following his father as he went about his day and did things for the Mafia. This meant that from a young age Charles new how to pickpocket, con, and even pick a lock. However, everything changed when he became a teenager. He began seeing all the wrongs he had done and the kind of man his father truly was. So at the age of seventeen, Charles joined the United States Army. Charles became a very good soldier, he even became an Airborne Ranger after several tours at the age of twenty. Past that, his life in the military became all about secret missions and top secret files. After only three years with the Rangers, Charles was recruited by the CIA


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Writing sample: Somewhere in Russia, Charles sat in a public train a newspaper in front of him as he sipped on cofee. A pair of horn rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose as he pretend to read the paper. His mission was a simply one today, restrain and capture a man by the name of Vladmir Golov who had once been an ally of the Agency until he sold intelligence of them to an enemy.


Vladmir sat two seats in front of Charles and on each of his sides sate two large men. Clearly they were hired bodygaurds. After all, Vladmir knew the CIA was coming to get him soon for what he did. Looking around the room franticallt, Vladmir looked for any signs of the Agency. His darted ound the room, having no idea that the businessman reading the paper was sent to capture him.


Charles discretely kept his eyes on Vladmir, making sure nothing out of the ordinary was occuring. You see, all that Charles really have to do is sit and wait until Vladmir got off at his stop where a group of agents were going to be waiting for him. However, Charles' hopes that things would go smoothly were shattered as Vladmir recieved a call. Luckily, a bug had been planted on his phone and Charles had heard the entire conversation. It seemed that someone spotted his Agents and now Vladmir sit still when his stop came. The doors close and he skipped his stop completely. Now it was time for Plan B.


Charles stood up with his coffee and walked towards Vladmir's seat, pretending to be changing seats. Wheneer he reached his seat, Charles spilled his cofee on one of his bodygaurds. Apologies in Russian flew out of his mouth and while one gaurd worried about the burning coffee he punched the other, knocking hims out cold. The other gaurd, with coffee on him, tried to react but before he could he was also out cold.


Grabbing Vladmir by his shirt, Charles made his way through the train people around him screaming and shouting out questions. He had to move fast of they would miss where Charles' agents had repositioned. He opened the door on the roof of the train and dragged Vladmir out. They laid on the roof, Vladmir shaking with fear as Charles waited for the correct moment. Seeing his agents in the near distance, Charles stood up, pulling Vladmir up with him as well and pushed him off of the roof of the train jumping off behind him.


They landed on the floor and rolled scratched and bruised, specifficaly Vladmir who had been thrown off. Charles' agents detained Vladmir and treated to his wounds. Liping away without a word to his agents, Charles went off to sleep of the accomplished mission.

 

[Elle Joyner]

@Gh0st


Good stuff :-) Definitely approved.

 

[X3 Infernal Infinity]

Daciana Arteine

The Shadow

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Spoiler

• Basics
• The Job
• Bio
• Other
• Writing Sample

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  Full Name:
  
  Daciana Arteine
  
  
  (Dah-see-ah-nuh Are-tea-in-aye)
  
  Alias/Nickname:
  
  Shadow (Alias)
  
  
  Daci [pronounced Dah-see](Nickname)
  
  Age:
  
  26
  
  Ethnicity:
  
  Romanian
  
  Gender:
  
  Female
  
  Sexual Orientation:
  
  Pansexual
  
  Height & Weight:
  
  5'6"||118 lbs
  
  Physical description:
  
  The first word that comes to mind when looking at Daciana is delicate, a word that if voiced usually will lead to a punch in the gut. Daciana is slender with tan skin and long black hair that fades to a brownish copper hue at the bottom. Her eyes are a deep greyish blue and almond shaped fringed by thick lashes. She has small but delicately curved lips and a gentle soft face. Despite her small size the majority of her weight is lean muscle and she won't hesitate to prove her strength through physical means if called to question. She is rather curvy despite her slim waist and long legs and is what most people refer to as "pretty" though she could care less.
  
  
  Markings/Scars/Tattoos:
  
  She has a long scar across her abdomen that runs across her navel and diagonally to the swell of the right side of her hip. She has a tattoo of a dragon surrounded by roses and lotus on her back and tattoo of the Grim Reaper on her left leg. She also has about five piercings (two at the lobe and three in the cartilage) in each ear.
  
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  Shield Type:
  
  C.I.A.
  
  National Clandestine Services (Specialized Officer)
  
  Occupational Skills:
  
  Weapons
  
  Handguns (silenced/traditional) Rifles (tactical/sniper) Knives (any and all) Explosives (grendades/flashes/EMPS)
  
  Combat
  
  Aikido, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Kyusho Jitsu, Sambo, Judo
  
  Languages
  
  English, Romanian, German, Cantonese, Arabic, Russian
  
  Cover:
  
  Daciana works in tea shop as her cover and also as a volunteer librarian
  
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  Daciana is known to be the sweet yet tough type. She is friendly enough to those she works with and is known to be rather sarcastic at times. However some speculate that her true personality is the one seen when she's out in the field and on the clock. She is quite, highly observant, and almost coldly calculating. She has a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue and seems to always opt for the most expedient and lease messy option to get a goal accomplished. She also is known for using her feminine charm to get her way.
  Daciana rarely talks about her life preferring to opt for the traditional keeping it close to the chest method. However her file provides information that she herself will not. Daciana was born in a small city in Romania. Her father was believed to have been a member of a local criminal organization and her mother a teacher. At a young age Daciana lost both of her parents, the result of a car accident believed to have been purposely staged by enemies of her father. Daciana, only five at the time, was in the car with her parents at the time of the accident, but was the only one to have survived. She was however greatly injured and remained in a coma for nearly a year and a half. When she regained consciousness and was stable enough to be moved she was sent to the US to live with her uncle in New York. Daciana became and American citizen and was raised by her uncle as if she was his own child.
  
  
  Her uncle was a detective for the NYPD and a firm yet kind man. He encouraged Daciana in her studies, seeing that the child was incredibly bright. He also enrolled her in various martial arts courses when she was younger. By the time that she graduated high school, as the valedictorian of her class, Daciana was already a black belt in Judo and Kyusho Jitsu. Eschewing the chance to go to college or join the police force as her uncle hoped she would Daciana enlisted in the Marines. Very little is known about what she did during her time as a Marine but after her five year contract expired she chose to retire. From there she went on to seek employment with the C.I.A where she found the training rather easy. After a few months she was transferred to the NCS as a Specialized Officer. She usually worked simply as a counter-intelligence agent but it was known that her specialty was covert infiltration. After working for the C.I.A for three years she was offered a job among the task force agents which she accepted.
  
  
  Her uncle, now retired, moved to California as well, and though the two do not live together or see each other often they still keep in touch.
  
  
  
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  Quirks/Habits:
  
  Daciana has a bad habit of hitting people for referring to her as "cute" or "tiny". She also displays a mild OCD towards her workplace. She habitually consumes tea and chain smokes. She has a potty mouth at times.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  She trust very few people and makes sure they know it.
  
  
  She hates loud people/noises/music because they give her headaches.
  
  
  She will rely on force if she feels it's the most convenient and expedient solution.
  
  Strengths:
  
  She is quick witted, usually able to come up with solutions on the fly. She gained the alias shadow for her ability to rarely if ever be spotted if she doesn't want to be. She is skilled with both her weapons and her hands but holds a high record for knife only kills (simply because they're more quiet). She has also been known to be good at interrogation though she permits no one to watch when she does so (she's secretly scary as hell)
  
  Other:
  
  She has two akita puppies name Koda and Scar.
  
  
  Her favorite brand of cigarettes are Djarum Blacks.
  
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  Daciana was humming quietly to herself as she sat in the empty tea shop. She was in the back, cleaning out the porcelain mugs the shop served tea in. She had always thought that they were adorable, lightweight finely crafted china with a tiny Buddah surrounded by coils of steam painted on the side. To give them a more whimsical effect the designs were painted in different hues from mug to mug, though the design of the one currently in her hand sported a pale blue hue. She had just finished drying out the inside of the mug, each had to be washed and dried by hand for fear they might be damaged, when she heard a noise from the front of the shop. The rather small kitchenette she was working in was cut off from the shop by a metal door that swung inwards. Placing the cup carefully down on the counter she dried her hands on the towel. Tossing it on the rim of the sink she moved silently across the floor, hitting the switch for the light over the sink as she went. The kitchenette was plunged in to darkness the only light coming from the small overhead window. Continuing her silent pacing she moved towards the door that was the only entrance.
  
  
  If it was indeed a robber they would be forced to pass through the kitchenette to get to the small back office where the shop records and safe were located. Pressing her back against the door she sunk down slowly, reaching into the shin high black combat boots she was wearing. Strapped just over the leg of her light purple skinny jeans but concealed in the boot was her combat knife. Drawing the knife silently she rose back up to her normal height. She could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door and by the heaviness of the stride could tell the person approaching was a male.
  
  
  The door swung slowly inwards and the shadowed figure stepped in to the kitchen. She could see them looking around, almost as if confused, taking a few steps further into the room. Daciana pushed off from the wall, knife in hand, moving slowly up behind them. She was silent, her footfall making not a sound and her breathing so slowly it was barely there. Suddenly the figure reached out hitting a switch on the nearby wall and turning on the kitchen light. The golden glow illuminated the broad dark haired form of her boss. She stepped back silently, pressing herself against the wall once more, tucking her knife into the waistband of her pants. Rising back upright she purposely bumped her foot into the wall causing him to turn around.
  
  
  “Christ Mike you nearly scared me to death… I thought you were a burglar or something...”
  
  
  Her eyes were wide and her expression on of both fear and relief. Mike grinned sheepishly rubbing the back of his head as he apologized profusely. He had left some important papers and was coming back to get them. He hadn’t meant to scare her. He told her she could head home for the night and he would finish the dishes and lock up. Smiling brightly she thanked him and took off. Once outside she stopped to put her knife back in her boot. Straightening up she sighed, rubbing the back of her head as she headed to her apartment.
  
  
  Well that was close….
  
  
  

 

[Elle Joyner]

(( @X3 Infernal Infinity ))


Excellent :-) Approved!

 

[Trickster Vixen]

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Kiera Sampson

US Cyber Command
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DOB: 14th April 1987 | 28yo.


Occupation: Intelligence Operative


Height: 5'6"


Weight: 112 lbs.

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Physical Description


Kiera has a slender but athletic physique which she achieved after years of training and missions in the field. She has delicate skin that has a few scars from various physical altercations but none that are particularly hideous or visible; the most notable is the scar of a gun shot wound on her lower abdomen. Usually tied up in the field, Kiera's hair is lusciously wavy and of a brunette, almost dark brown colour; matching her eyes. She has high cheek bones that make her the perfect candidate for missions that involve seduction and she has often used her appearance to gain the upper hand in combat.


Cover


As far as her family and close friends know, Kiera is a full time employee of Carter Wright Logistics, a very prestigious company that provides security for banks and other high profile businesses. This isn't too far-fetched because those that really know Kiera, know that she's a tech whiz.





Occupational Skills


As for most agencies, Kiera has gone through a series of rigorous training modules that were intended to make her an excellent field operative. Though not graduating at the top of her class, Kiera came in a close third and was by far the most improved. Kiera seemed to excel in close-quarters-combat, firearms [specifically handguns] and smaller weapons, including knives. She is in peak physical condition and gifted with a natural understanding with computers. Though not skilled enough to work as a technician or a member of Operations, Kiera is still considered a technological genius to the average Joe.

Personality


To those that meet Kiera for the first time, she may come off as cold and distant, but that's only until she becomes comfortable. She has never been one to trust other agents, even those that work alongside her. This is due to a friend defecting and joining the enemy, something that hurt her on a very personal level. Despite this, Kiera is a very laid back and calm person who thrives off of hectic situations opposed to becoming hindered by them.





Quirks/Habits


After every mission without fail, Kiera has a cold beer and slice of banoffee pie from the bakery around the corner of her apartment. It was the same routine her father had and since his passing, it's how she honours him. Aside from that, the onlu quirk that Kiera has is biting her lip when she thinks.

Weaknesses: far too quick to turn violence | inability to know when to back down


Strengths: technological genius | combat skills | intellect



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History


Kiera grew up in a very loving household with her two sisters, mother and father. They did everything together and were very close-knit, always making sure that the others were having a good day. As the daughters got older and moved out, it came to only Kiera visiting her parents on a daily basis. This was what allowed Kiera to really get to know what her father did for a living, and almost came across it by accident. So after that, Kiera devoted her time to achieving a position at the CIA. However, after failing the entry exam three times, her father suggested that she give up and try to use her other talents. This is how Kiera was introduced to the US Cyber Command, where she was employed to train as a field operative.


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"Visitor" | Writing Sample


"Freya enters Zeke's simulation"

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Within the large room that serves as Operations, only the symphony of steady breathing and fingers drifting over keyboards can be heard. Though housing more than twenty five computers, only one is turned on and displays a series of complicated calculations. Staring into the screen with a pair of horn rimmed glasses at the end of his nose is Zeke, a bushy haired technical genius. His skin is tan despite his lack of adventures in the sun and the sleeves of his woollen cardigans conceal his wrists and knuckles.


"Are you ready to slay some monsters?" Zeke leans back against the thin cushion of his wheeled chair and flexes his fingers. He looks over the top of his screen at a slim physique expertly shifting in and out of a defensive stance. Her black hair falls in loose curls down her back, neatly tied at the back of her skull with a band. Her arms are raised in front of her face, fists balled and prepared to strike. With the sudden address, she turns and raises an eyebrow in Zeke's direction. "Okay, okay. You don't have to say it." Zeke shakes his head. "Just play the simulation, nerd." He says the words in a mocking tone, repeating the words he's heard many times before.


After several more keystrokes, Zeke pushes his chair back with his feet and stands. He shuffles across the floor and raises his hand, signalling for the young woman to take a seat. To his right is a lengthy metal chair, with two arm rests and a large headrest encompassed by protruding circle. She obliges and doesn't say anything, swiftly taking a seat and leaning her head back. "You've done this before, so I don't have to tell you not to move until you feel yourself standing." Zeke moves behind the chair and begins reaching for an entanglement of wires, each a different colour. Some are a deep shade of green, others a pale blue and a single, very large red one. Each of them fit effortlessly into various ports, all of them having a different function.


As Zeke plugs the final wire into the chair, a small glass visor is released from the protruding circles and covers the entirety of the girls face. With each shallow breath a small cloud of mist hits the glass and she clears her throat, shifting slightly to attempt to achieve some comfort. "Starting the simulation..." Zeke pauses before heading back to his computer and pressing several more keys. "Now." Suddenly a lengthy screen descends from an opening in the ceiling and a small, dusty field is displayed.


As the girl closes her eyes the sudden sensation that she is falling causes her to flinch subtly. The darkness that consumes her vision begins to slowly morph and change, bending in a variety of shapes that eventually create the field that is shown on the screen.


"Freya, can you hear me?" Zeke's voice resonates through the field like a gentle breeze. Freya stands in the centre of a cropped clearing, the outer edges decorated with dry, wild grass. Freya nods slightly as he eyes rapidly move from one direction to the other. Until she analyses every inch of the clearing, she relaxes slightly but doesn't compromise her now offensive stance. "Initiating combat practice 012." As soon as Zeke finishes speaking, a guttural growl tears its way through the breeze. It makes every hair of Freya's body stand to attention.


Half expecting the creature to appear from behind her, Freya turns and looks out to the south. Though instead of a dark, menacing silhouette, her gaze is met with only distant swaying trees. "That would be far too obvious." Freya thinks the words and almost immediately dives forward. Silently and expertly, standing where Freya was only moments ago is now a hench, gangly mess. It's at least 6'4" with matted fur and a horrifying humanoid build. It stands on hind legs, the small bones contracting and pulsing beneath its thin coat of fur. It resembles a modern werewolf, but with sharp, broken teeth that jut out in various directions. Saliva drips from its mouth, hitting the cut, dry grass before causing it sizzle. "Acid spit, Zeke? Really?" Freya says a little irritated, he was always implementing little perks to his creations.


Freya returns the stare that the monster gives her and grits her teeth. Instead of waiting for it to make the first move, she swiftly breaks into a run and steadies her breathing. Then, as the monster mimics the movement and charges, Freya allows all of her weight to descend, moving her body into a sliding motion. Her body travels beneath the creature and she looks up at it as it confusedly turns. Quickly getting to her knees, she moves to the left as the monster release a mucus filled spit ball. It narrowly misses her and she gets to her feet, rubbing her hands together as she does so.


Avoiding another few spit balls, Freya feels the familiar feeling of heat vibrating between her palms. Taking a deep breath and raising them outwards, she embraces the electricity that ignites every cell within her body and releases it. The electricity leaves her body and travels through the air in unpredictable, jagged movements; it illuminates the entire clearing until finally reaching its mark.


The wolf creature howls as its body is impacted with the searing heat of the fox fire. It claws at its deformed torso, desperate to relieve itself from the pain. As swift as its howls began, the creature falls silent and falls to its knees and then face down. Freya shakes her head. "It would have moved out of the way before being hit, Zeke. Do you actually read any of the reports I fill out after bringing in monsters?" Freya sighs and crumples her nose as the smell of burnt flesh and fur fills the air. "Zeke?" Freya calls to him after he fails to reply.


"Uhm, you might want to get out of there. It seems as though we have a visitor."

 

[Elle Joyner]

(( @Trickster Vixen ))


This is great!! Definitely approved! :-)

 

[BloodThunder27]

Full Name: Jasmine Minamoto


Alias/Nickname: Minamoto Thunder


Shield Type: Diplomatic Security Service- Special Agent


Age: 25


Occupational Skills: As a Special Agent for the D.S.S, Jasmine is combat-proficient. A precise Marksman, she can make headshots from up to fifty yards away and rarely misses her intended target and displays proficiency in a wide range of Firearms, with Handguns and Sniper Rifles being her Strongpoints. In addition to her Hand to Hand Combat Training, Jasmine was a Martial Artist who held Black Belts in Judo (5th Degree), Karate (3rd Degree) and Jujitsu (1st Degree), which gives her an upper edge over other agents because she can incorporate her knowledge in Martial Arts into her Hand to Hand Combat Training. Although trained in Knife Combat, it is in fact one of her weaker areas and still needs improvement, but she makes up for it with her proficiency in Hand to Hand because she can disarm her opponents if she is quick enough. She is also multilingual and is able to speak up to four languages fluently; English, Japanese, Vietnamese and Korean. She is currently in the process of learning two more (Cantonese and Mandarin Chinese).


Cover: As she keeps her occupation as an Agent for the DSS classified, Jasmine lives a double life as a Volunteer Nurse who spends her time taking care of others, including but not limited to Cancer Patients, Leukemia Patients, Newborns, Pregnant Women and especially Disabled Veterans.


Height & Weight: 5' 4", 100 lbs.


Physical description: Jasmine is a young girl with an athletic build. She has brown hair which goes down to her back and chocolate brown eyes. Slender, but lean. Aside from a few battle scars, Jasmine has little to no body altercations or modifications.


Markings/Scars/Tattoos: Has up to at least six scars inflicted by knife wounds on her back, but that is covered up by a Tattoo. What her back tattoo represents is her cultural heritage.


Personality: Ever since she was a child, Jasmine has burned with a strong desire to protect and serve. As a friend, she is known for keeping an open door policy whenever her friends need someone to vent to, which shows that she is very nice and caring towards others, at least until they cross the line. While she is generally easygoing and lenient towards others, she can be quick to anger. While not dependent on others, Jasmine has indeed shown to be more timid then the average female and is quick to become emotional. She even admits that she can be quite the crybaby, because there are times where she is quick to burst into tears despite her resilience. Overall, she has a good heart.


Quirks/Habits: Although an excellent agent, Jasmine is a Loose Cannon armed with a Hot Temper, Smart Mouth and Itchy Trigger Finger. Whenever she gets angry, she can have a bad case of using vulgar language. Whenever she gets bored, she has the tendency to start singing, a habit she seems to have inherited from her late mother. If there is anything that can quickly anger her, it is when people ask or tease about her love life, her family and especially her Mother.


Weaknesses: Following her Mother's Death and her Father's Betrayal, Jasmine has extreme difficulty trusting others, even fellow agents and her own superiors. Although it seems unlikely, her emotions sometimes do get the best of her and impairs her focus on missions. When she is out for revenge, it is near impossible to change her mind. Her biggest weakness are the emotional wounds left in her heart, inflicted by her Mother's Passing and her own Father, which is why she gets really unhappy whenever people bring up the subject of her Mother and Family. Hostages also seem to be her worst nightmare on the job, especially if there are Children involved.


Strengths: In spite of all her weakness, Jasmine also has her strengths. Although her emotions can sometimes get the best of her, she is still able to focus on a mission at hand. Her Hand to Hand capability has shown to be much stronger then most other Agents in the D.S.S. Very nimble and flexible as well, Stealth is something that seems to come natural for her, even though it is not often that she is sent on espionage missions. A precise marksman, she rarely misses her intended target, because if she does miss, it is either on purpose or the wind speed changing direction.


History: Jasmine was born into a Working Class Family to loving parents. However, when she was in middle school, her parents divorced and she would end up staying with her Mother, whom she loves dearly. When her Father started dating again, Jasmine didn't even accept his Father's girlfriend and saw her as nothing more then a stranger who is trying to replace her Mother. Near the end of Middle School, Jasmine would end up getting expelled for getting into a fight with another girl over a boy that she had a crush on. When she moved in with her Father and his girlfriend, Jasmine was still not willing to accept her, which did upset her Father. Even a Father-Daughter talk failed to persuade her. After her first year in High School, her Father would kick her out after she got into an argument with her Stepmother, as her Father remarried midway through her Freshman Year. Feeling betrayed by her Father, mainly because he chose another woman over her, his own daughter, his own flesh and blood, she would kick her Father out of her life in retaliation after moving back in with her Mother. Her Junior Year would prove most stressful as her Mother would be diagnosed with Lung Cancer. Her hatred for her Father only got worse when her Mother passed away, which was not long after she graduated from College with a Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice. After winning a Martial Arts Tournament, Jasmine would find herself being recruited into the Diplomatic Security Service. After passing an extensive evaluation process, she would find herself hired and sent to Georgia for training. Jasmine would then graduate top of her class, known by her superiors for her capability in Hand to Hand Combat, Proficiency with Firearms and Negotiating. Over the next four years, she would become one of the top Special Agents and was known for her work in Counter-Terrorism. Her dedication, commitment and skill would see her handpicked for a special task force made up of only the best that all US Government Agencies had to offer.


Appearance:


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It has been four years since her Mother passed away and even longer since her Father had betrayed her. DSS Special Agent and Volunteer Nurse Jasmine Minamoto was just spending her days at a local hospital while awaiting another mission. However, above everything, Jasmine missed her Mother. Before going to the Hospital, she was in the Cemetery. Tears hit her eyes as she set down flowers on her Mother's Gravestone. "Oh Mom...I'd give anything for you to be here with me right now..." she wiped her eyes before leaving and heading to the Hospital. On the way there, she began singing because she was stuck in traffic. "I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me, I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out...I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me, there are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay, but that's not what gets me..." She had a habit of singing sad songs because her love life felt empty, over the past seven years, she's only dated twice. However, not like being a Government Agent helped her case. After the Traffic started speeding up, she received a call from her superiors. Afterwards, she would return to HQ, where she would learn that she was handpicked to join a Special Task Force made up of the best Agents the US Government had to offer. Feeling that this mission would have counter-terrorism written all over it, Minamoto Thunder was more then happy to be back in action.

 

[Elle Joyner]

(( @Kawashima Thunder ))


Nicely done. Approved.

 

[BloodThunder27]

[QUOTE="Elle Joyner](( @Kawashima Thunder ))
Nicely done. Approved.

[/QUOTE]
Yay! So when do we get this party started?

 

[Elle Joyner]

[QUOTE="Kawashima Thunder]Yay! So when do we get this party started?

[/QUOTE]
Won't be till at least next week - I wanna wait for a few more character sheets and then I gotta work on an intro.

 

[DividesByZer0]

Full Name: --------------- (Redacted) Cover: Dr. Dominic Guzzo





Alias/Nickname: "Dom", "Dr. G", "Guzzo", "The Doctor"


Shield Type: CIA Operations Officer; attached to SOG (Special Operations Group) of SAD (Special Activities Division) a paramilitary off shoot whom are more dagger than cloak. Prior to that Army Counter Intelligence Officer MOS 35E


The Special Activities Division (SAD) is a division in the United States Central Intelligence Agency's (CIA) National Clandestine Service(NCS) responsible for covert operations known as "special activities". Within SAD there are two separate groups, SAD/SOG for tactical paramilitary operations and SAD/PAG for covert political action.


Special Operations Group (SOG) SOG is the department within SAD responsible for operations that include the collection of intelligence in hostile countries and regions, and all high threat military or intelligence operations with which the U.S. government does not wish to be overtly associated. As such, members of the unit (called Paramilitary Operations Officers and Specialized Skills Officers) normally do not carry any objects or clothing (e.g., military uniforms) that would associate them with the United States government. If they are compromised during a mission, the government of the United States may deny all knowledge.


SOG is generally considered the most secretive special operations force in the United States. The group selects operatives from other tier one special mission units such as Delta Force, DEVGRU and ISA, as well as other United States special operations forces, such as USNSWC, MARSOC, USASF and 24th STS.





Age: 28


Occupational Skills: Advanced Pursuit Driving, Hand to hand combat, and various other skills training at Langley; Advanced Marksman training (proficient in rifles, shotguns, handguns, and other projectiles) Sniper school and S.E.R.E. training in Fort Willington via Army; Explosives ordinance training via Army at Fort Huachuca; Jump school and Airborne ranger training via Army at Fort Benning, Psychological Operations training via Army at Fort Dix.


Height & Weight: 5'11 185


Physical description: Dark hair which he usually slicks back. Suits almost always unless he is on a job that requires other wise. Dark Brown eyes that are black like coal unless there is sufficient light.


Markings/Scars/Tattoos: No identifying marks


Personality: He doesn't like games, bullshit or unnecessary complications. He is very empathic and knows when people are lying to him. He is cool, calm, collected and very calculating.


Quirks/Habits: Always on time, he is very prompt and about business. He always checks and double checks his plans and hones his skills every day.


Weaknesses: He is in love with being in love, but it won't stop him from doing his job even if that means killing the ones he loves.


Strengths: Highly intelligent trained in many different areas he is a Jack of all trades master of none. The Leonardo Di Vinci of his time.


History (writing sample 100 words):


Dom was born into a middle-class family, living in a New York City townhouse with his mother, father, and brother. Their lives were normal, attending school or work, getting groceries, and coming home to have a sit down dinner and complete homework before going to bed. It was a simple life, one filled with wonders and trips to Coney Island during the Spring and Summer months of the year. For Dom life was difficult. Although school came easy he was a social outcast a ghost among any peers he may or may not of had. His mother was really hard on him all his life. She pushed him to succeed at everything he did. She always said he was an idiot and never praised his merits, nothing was ever good enough. His father always treated him a little roughly, being a military dad and all, but he loved his son. Dom is also a bit a nutcase and off the wall being raised an army brat. He sought adventure in his banal life he wanted it to mean something. For his younger brother--Anthony--on the other hand, life was easy, liked by a variety of people throughout his neighborhood and public school system.


It all changed when Dom went off to college.





Having received a tuition to medschool via the Army's A-Med program Dominic was recruited into Military Intelligence afterwards due to his profession as a doctor which would allow him access to high priority targets as a counter intelligence officer. Just when he thought he was out--as per stipulation in his contract--he was reactivated and retrained. Finally when his years of service came to an end and he was approached by the CIA for recruitment due to his very unique skill set. It would seem retirement for Dom just wasn't an option...


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Appearance (Again, live models only, please):

 

[Elle Joyner]

(( @DividesByZer0 ))


Excellent work!! Really in depth. Definitely approved!

 

[DividesByZer0]

@DividesByZer0[/URL] ))
Excellent work!! Really in depth. Definitely approved!

Thanks.

 

[Gh0st]

Glad to have another guy, finally! And they were both Rangers as well.

 

[DividesByZer0]

Hooah!

 

[Trickster Vixen]

I can't wait for this!

 

[DrCompton]

Full Name: Dmitri Makarov


Alias/Nickname: Macky


Shield Type: Russian GRU/SPETSNAZ


Age:24


Occupational Skills: Weapons Expert, Hand to Hand Combat, Combat Trauma Medical Specialist, Explosives Expert.


Cover: John Compton


Height & Weight:6'0" 167lbs


Physical description:Has messy brown hair, that he keeps out of his eyes, with dark brown eyes. He wears jeans and t-shirts for casual wear and undercover work.


Markings/Scars/Tattoos: two old bullet wounds on the right side of his chest.


Personality: Off the job Macky is very relaxed and easy going. He tries to keep the mood light as much as he can. He thinks he is funny, and thinks he's good at picking up women, but in reality, he doesn't understand a lot of American sayings.


On the Job: He is extremely serious and quiet, and very proficient at what he does. Does not mind killing Women, but refuses to kill Children.


Quirks/Habits: Has a very clean US Southern Accent(Texas), but curses in Russian


Weaknesses: Children, will put friends and loved ones over the mission, can get angry fast and it will affect his thought process


Strengths:Expert at Weapons firing and maintenance. speaks fluent German, Russian, English and French with near perfect accents for specific regions, Almost anything Medical


History: Dmitri's Father was a KGB officer during the Cold War from 1974 until the USSR's collapse in 1991. His father never hid what he did from his only son, and as Dmitri grew, he was learning small tips and tricks from his father. In 2006, when Dmitri was 18 he enlisted in the Russian Federation's Military. He served 4 years as a medic before getting picked up by GRU. Dmitri was quickly turned toward the espionage side of GRU, however he has been apart of multiple SPETSNAZ missions over the last 4 years as well.


Currently, to improve American/Russian relations Dmitri is being sent as an adviser/to be advised to trade allowed information between the two governments. However, obviously, both governments have a list of what can be shared/not shared.


Appearance:

Writing sample (At least 100 words):


February 2014,


Dmitri was in the bell tower, his Dragunov was propped up by a bipod. He was cold, he hated being cold, which was bad for a Russian, because he was normally in cold places. He was bundled up, and should have been comfortable, but the tower was the high point and the wind was howling. He shivered and looked out at the rioters and sighed a little, they were just trying to make their government better, but he had orders and he would do what was necessary to an extent at least.


He sat up and pulled the Sniper rifle into the cradle of his shoulder and looked at the crowd one last time, and selected his target. They had a bright yellow jacket on as they yelled at the Ukrainian police. He squinted his left eye and looked through the high powered scope with his right. It was a man. He didn't know the man, he didn't know if he deserved to die, or if he was a loving father. None of that mattered. What mattered was expanding the borders of his beloved country. He opened both eyes and looked at the crowd again, and then back through the scope. He pulled the trigger, and didn't even acknowledge the kick of the rifle.


Two months later John Compton was sitting in First Class on his way to Virginia, he scratched the stubble on his chin, he wasn't used to it yet. Normally he kept it very clean shaven. The Stewardess walked down the aisle and looked at John.


"Drink, Pretzels, Peanuts, Cookie?" She smiled sweetly at him


"Coke, with Peanuts, please Miss." John grinned to her and winked, his Texan accent coming out lightly.

 

[Elle Joyner]

(( @DrCompton ))


Looks great -- approved for sure! (and excuse me for drooling all over Michael Weatherly, there >_>)

 

[Elle Joyner]

@Elle Joyner, please edit this post to include the character/sign-up information.

 

[Metronome]

I'm interested, but I won't be home till later. Can I save a spot for a character?

 

[Elle Joyner]

Sure

 

[BloodThunder27]

So when do we board the flight?

 

[Elle Joyner]

I'm working on a post, but it probably won't be done till tomorrow - I'm gonna be out tonight.

 

[Metronome]

Hey, about that saved spot. I think I might be too busy to join this RP, guys :/ Sorry.