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overview



Full Name: Cadence Juliette Adams
Nickname(s): Cade
Alias: The Phoenix
Age: 20
Gender: Cisfemale (she/her)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: March 4th, 2002
P.O.B.: Dundee, Scotland
House: Diamonds







appearance







5'6"

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athletic slim

physique






green

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auburn

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katherine mcnamara

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Much like the rest of Cade, her appearance is bold and unique. Average in height and athletic in stature, Cade would typically blend in with the crowd if it wasn’t for her fiery red hair and demanding aura. Often described as a dangerously pretty, Cade’s angular features and sharp green eyes make it difficult to forget her face. She really doesn’t mind the ogling attention she receives, finding the stupid flirting entertaining and truly an opportunity for profit.

Underneath the layers of dark clothing she often adorns are several tattoos hidden from view: two on the left side of her ribs, one long tattoo down her delicate spine, and a sternum piece. Cade also has several scars from facial piercings that are no longer, predominately two on her lower lip and one on her right eyebrow. The only piercings that remain are several silver piercings in each ear.


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psyche



+ bold +




+ charismatic +




+ clever +




+ observant +







- reckless -




- ornery -




- opinionated -




- combative -






Cadence Adams is a damn force to be reckoned with. Anyone who knows her personally knows that she’s a firecracker: hotheaded, opinionated, entirely unafraid to have a lot of reckless fun. A subscriber to the term “here for a good time, not a long time”, Cade is reckless and bold to the point that it’s almost concerning. She couldn’t give less of a shit, really, life’s too short not to have a little fun.

Outside of the fun-loving, carefree attitude, Cade has a unique set of skills and dispositions that make her a professional liar (though she calls this her ‘Golden Globe acting skills’). It is nearly impossible to pull a lie over on Cade, her watchful eyes looking for any tells or fallings of masks. Perhaps even worse is that Cade can take these skills and turn them around, using her endless flirtatious charm and charisma to win people over and get them to tell her her darkest secrets. Perhaps Cade walks a line that’s a little too close to immoral, frequently using these skills to blackmail and hold facts for a rainy day. Her affinity for revenge makes one thing very clear: don’t fuck with Cade Adams.

The boldest and bravest of souls have attempted to get to know the Cadence that lies behind the tough and combative facade. Only a few have ever gotten past the guards and barriers that Cade’s put up. Deep down, Cade just wants companionship. Although she fears getting close with people, Cade seeks a family and people to call her own. Good luck finding this part of her, Cade much prefers fast flings, hookups, and associates she can play around with.




likes

↠ whiskey neat
↠ late nights
↠ black coffee
↠ stargazing
↠ anything cherry flavoured

dislikes

↠ being stuck in traffic
↠ neon colours
↠ pda
↠ sleazy men
↠ museums

fears

↠ flying, particularly over water
↠ water so deep that you can't see the bottom
↠ clowns

ambitions

↠ find true direction in life
↠ feel a sense of belonging / find people to call family
↠ become wealthy

hobbies

↠ loves driving, particularly on her motorcycle
↠ boxing
↠ mixology





background



early life



Cadence's life began as it has continued since: in turmoil, unrest, and chaos. Born to a woman too young to be working the streets, Cade was an accident that wasn't caught until it was far too late. Cade was born in a back alley in Dundee, Scotland just after midnight on March 4th, 2002. Her mother was far from prepared to raise a child, being only seventeen herself. With no way to leave her work and no real way to get her child out of the life, Cadence was largely raised on the street by unsavoury characters in equally unsavoury situations.

Cade doesn't remember much of her early childhood, mostly due to the trauma inflicted. The parts she does remember, she chooses to block out. Her first memories really begin when she turned eight and her mother fell in with one of her frequent flyers, a wealthier business man who had recently gotten divorced. Eventually, the pair moved into a dingy apartment, paid for by the man. For the first time in her life, Cade felt secure.

Life didn't really start for Cade until she hit her preteen years. She started attending school regularly, made a few friends, started taking martial arts classes, generously funded by her mother's male companions. If you squinted real hard, Cade's life almost seemed normal. Her mother and the businessman even seemed to be in a real relationship.


teenage years


[tw: sa, please read at own risk]

Behind the closed doors of her apartment she shared with her mother was an entirely different story. Cade was being taught the rules of her mother's trade, how to bat eyelashes and to sneakily thumb bills from an unsuspecting man's wallet. When she was old enough to doll up and sit quietly, she was implemented in the practice.

It didn't take long for Cade to recognize how fucked up it was that she was being used as a pawn in her mother's game, too young to know quite what was wrong but old enough to know that life felt entirely wrong when this was happening. From the ages of twelve to fifteen, the patterns repeated: strange men, strange feelings, strange places. Most of the details she's blocked out over the years, the ones she remembers still haunt her at night.

At fifteen, Cade hit a breaking point. She stole enough money from her mother and now step-father to book a train ticket to Glasgow. Cade fled in the night, armed with nothing but a ticket and a backpack of the most minimal belongings. She was terrified but anything was better than the horrors she was experiencing at home. For a while, Cade resorted to begging on the streets for any scraps the world would throw her way. For the remainder of her teenage years, Cadence was homeless or surfing on couches of people whose names she couldn't quite remember. The nights were long, the days ached, but somehow it was better than what she had been living before.


the present



When Cade turned eighteen, an entirely new world of opportunity opened up to her. While on the streets one night, a man stumbled up to her and asked Cade to join him in a hotel room, clearly drunker than could be easily quantified. Desperate for money, Cade followed him, holding his shaky body up as he showered her with endless compliments and bragged about all the amazing things he was going to do. Luckily for Cade, the guy passed out clean and cold just outside the room. Cade managed to get the guy inside and onto the bed where his wallet slipped from the pocket of his coat. Cade picked up the wallet and found a stack of cash within, enough to buy her a warm meal and a night at a motel out of the cold. Fuck it, Cade took the money and ran.

Now old enough to frequent the pubs without being penalized, Cade started up a brand new business. First, she'd head into the dingiest, saddest looking pub with the drunkest of patrons. Her skills from her formative years would come into play: find the most desperate target, usually older men with nothing to show for their age, and flirt up a storm. Subtle touches at just the right time, giggling at terrible jokes, a flick of her hair, encouraging the man to drink. She'd almost always get invited back to an apartment or motel room, she'd pour a nightcap and wait for the old codger to pass out. When the time was right, Cade would steal their money and small, pocketable valuables and disappear into the night.

Cade developed something of a reputation, sharing her money and findings with young women on the streets. Eventually, she stole enough to pay rent on a small studio apartment. Wigs and makeup kept her from getting caught, her experience taking her from small pubs to wealthier bars. Her clientele went from poor jobless blokes to businessmen, politicians, lawyers, all of whom knew no better than the gorgeous girl in front of them telling them whatever they wanted to hear. Cade even began to get information, leafing through files in mansions and listening carefully to what the drunk men blabbered about. That information would be sold to the highest bidder or kept as blackmail.

It was a dangerous game to play but Cade was truly successful, a thieving succubus in the night. She walked an ever increasingly fine line between morality and immorality but honestly, she didn't care. Her newest targets were sleazy, the kinds of people she'd been forced to work for in her younger years. They'd pay, every single one of them.

Life took a turn when a particularly wealthy looking man showed up in one of her frequent bars. He was genuinely almost nice and Cade, much to her own surprise, was almost genuinely attracted to him. Still, the dance ensued: drinks, flirting, teasing, more drinks. If she didn't pay attention too much, she was almost having fun. The time came to leave with the man but instead of a hotel room or a home, Cade went back with him to his car. Even more surprisingly, instead of getting down to business, they simply... talked.

Fuck, she'd been caught.

The questions began to be asked: how often she'd been frequenting the bars, how'd she made so many influential men fall for her ways, what she'd stolen. Cade attempted to flee, almost making it out of the car before the man grabbed her arm. Instead of handcuffs and a lengthy prison sentence, Cade was instead handed a black envelope.

"We've been watching, Cadence," the man spoke calmly, "your skills could be highly valuable to us. Consider my offer."

The man drove her home, listening to soft jazz music on the radio of the car. When she was safely at home, Cade read the letter. The whole idea of some prestigious and secretive society wanting to use her was more than Cade could chew, it all seemed like a terrible idea. Yet there she was a few weeks later, on a plane to Germany.

Fuck it. What was the worst that could happen?




SKILLS







MAIN SKILL
Cade is the master of coercion and influence, talented at slights of tongue and manipulation. When information needs to be gotten, Cade can swoop in and smooth talk her way into making someone tell her their darkest secrets.

SECONDARY SKILLS
↠ Blending into a crowd and acting as someone she isn't is one of Cade's stronger skills. She easily forges lies and backstories to help her blend in when the situation calls for it.
↠ When all else fails, Cade knows how to get into someone's mind, to find their weaknesses and exploit them. She'd make a great torture artist if she wasn't so adverse to the screaming.

TERTIARY SKILLS
↠ Cade is fast. Really fucking fast. She’s more than used to running away and being hard to catch, meaning that slipping away is a very easy task for her. Cade is also rather athletic by nature.
↠ As a hobby, Cade has become quite a talented street fighter. She’s been trained by several shady characters in equally shady bars over the years and now, with the formal training the House offers her, she’s become quite a talented hand-to-hand fighter

PREFERRED WEAPON
↠ Never underestimate the power of a quick mind and few dirty punches. Cade mostly fights with her hands, though she often plans far ahead to make sure that conflict never turns to physical violence

OTHER EQUIPMENT
↠ Carries a small knife concealed as a lipstick
↠ Always wears a pendent with a small amount of poison (enough to make someone sick, not to kill) or tranquilizer
↠ Never goes anywhere without a thin silver band on her right middle finger. It offers no real advantage, though it certainly makes her punch feel worse




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Full Name: Dash Felix Reuter
Nickname(s): Felix
Alias: Merlin
Age: 21
Gender: Cismale (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
D.O.B.: July 23rd, 2002
P.O.B.: New York City, New York
House: Diamonds







appearance







5'11"

height






Athletic

physique






Brown

eye color






Brown

hair colour






I II III IV V

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Dave Franco

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Felix looks like he stepped right out of a magazine. Everything from his smart casual attire, to his confident posture and winning smile screams someone who cares about his appearance quite a bit. In his defense, no one wants to see street magic from someone that looks like they haven't showered in a year. In Felix's mind appearances are a good fifty percent of his "job". You have to draw people in and lull them into feeling safe somehow.

Flashy, but not arrogant. That would be the best way to describe how Felix dresses. Clothes that show he makes decent money but doesn't flaunt it too hard. He's tried wearing business professional but found it to be too stiff and restricting in his movements. Everything he wears has a looseness to it, purely out of necessity. He needs full range of motion to be able to steal and conceal his...."earnings". He also needs freedom of movement if he ever needs to run. Parkour is incredibly difficult in tight clothes. His favorite article of clothing is his leather jacket; it protects him from some harm and looks cool, his two favorite aspects of clothing. Plus it has inner pockets!

Felix has an athletic build. Having grown up on the streets running from crime he committed he is quite physically fit. He maintains his build by working out as often as he can and practicing his parkour abilities. His posture is perfect when interacting with someone for the first time and he holds himself with an air of confidence. It's not often you'll see him without his disarming smile, almost as if out of habit.


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psyche



+ confident +




+ charismatic +




+ clever +




+ observant +







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- cowardly -




- Self serving -




- stupid? -






Felix is a man who is exactly as you'd expect someone to be who grew up stealing to survive. He'll do whatever it takes to further himself with little regard for others unless they're put in direct harms way. He will lie, cheat, and steal from anybody and everybody. At this point it's really become a fun hobby for him to see how good he can get at theft.

With his skill, Felix has adopted a level of confidence that often veers into arrogance. He's the best at what he does and he knows it, and is definitely not shy about it. He enjoys pushing his limits to try and find what's to far for him. This often gets him into trouble, mainly with the law.

One would assume that Felix is fearless with how easily he handles heights and dangerous parkour, but truth be told he is fairly cowardly. He'll sell out others quickly to avoid his own consequences. One of the big reasons he has avoided jail is how many people he's ratted out. He does his best to avoid any kind of pain. His fight or flight instinct has a heavy lean towards flight. He's quite practiced at it. He has a crippling fear of fire that could likely be used against him.

Years of practicing street magic and sleight of hand has made Felix both incredibly observant and clever. He's always thinking of his next four steps and how the surrounding people would react. He's good at reading people; specifically how receptive they would be to him and his charms. He can spot a good mark from a block away and in a few seconds will have an escape plan ready if things were to go south. He's used to thinking on his feet and could easily outwit the average person.

Finally, Felix is never completely self serving. He has a soft spot for pretty faces and a bleeding heart for children. The only time he's ever been known to put others first is for one of the two above groups of people. He's been known to give away large sums of his "earnings" to orphanages. A beautiful person can easily persuade him to do what they want.




likes

↠ Flirting
↠ Cards and card games
↠ Working out
↠ Sweets
↠ Birds

dislikes

↠ Hot coffee and tea
↠ Cold weather
↠ Idleness
↠ Roaches
↠ Wide open spaces

fears

↠ Fire/Being burned
↠ Being Unknown
↠ Dying Alone

ambitions

↠ Being wealthy
↠ Have someone who genuinely cares about him
↠ Be memorable

hobbies

↠ Magic tricks
↠ Parkour
↠ Card Games





background



early life



Born in Queens to a poor family Felix had tragedy strike early. When he was only five his parents died in a fire. He then went to live with his uncle, an officer of the NYPD. Due to his occupation, Felix's uncle wasn't around much and thus he was raised mostly by babysitters and nannies. A proper sense of morality wasn't quite instilled in him because of this. He started off stealing cookies from the cookie jar. That's right, his life of crime began with cookies. Then as he got older and learned about how money worked, he would steal from his babysitters. When he was old enough to be let outside alone to play with other children, he found and fell in with the other bad kids.


teenage years



When Felix was 11 he saw his first magician. He instantly fell in love with the art of magic and sleight of hand. David Blaine was his hero for a long time. He practiced endlessly becoming good at sleight of hand and other magic tricks. He would then put those skills to use to get money. Whether it be from performing shows or conning people out of money, he became quite adept at gaining a quick buck and buying whatever his heart desired.

As he got older, Felix began running in crowds that were more serious about crime. He was soon a professional thief using all the skills he had acquired over the years. Whenever he would get caught, which was rare as he had taken up parkour to escape the police, his uncle would bail him out of trouble or he would just become an informant for the police. Many accomplices have been put behind bars thanks to Felix.


the present



Today Felix is a highly skilled thief. He mostly pickpockets and cons but is still working on finding a bigger score. One day, in one of his pickpocketing excursions, Felix stole a letter. The letter only had an address and date on it. Intrigued, he decided it would be fun to show up to this place at the stated time and see what happened.




SKILLS







MAIN SKILL
Having been training all his life, Felix is a master thief. Whether it be conning people out of money, picking their pockets, or even something more professional, he can steal whatever he needs to.

SECONDARY SKILLS
↠ Felix is quite practiced at parkour and running away from things, namely the police. He's quick and nimble on his feet and is always ready to make a getaway.
↠ Even if Felix isn't the one doing the nabbing of someone's wallet, he knows how to be a distraction. His adeptness at sleight of hand means he's a talented street magician. Who doesn't love a good magic show?

TERTIARY SKILLS
↠ Felix is a decently charming man. He's not as coercive as other agents but he can charm the common person pretty easily. People are drawn to his personality and smile.
PREFERRED WEAPON
here

OTHER EQUIPMENT
Free running gloves, Grappling hook




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Thomas




Butcher

Makes bad decisions and punches people about it.







































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    full name

    Thomas Mccallum






    age

    21






    gender

    cis male






    sexuality

    bisexual (closeted)






    date of birth

    March 15, 2002






    place of birth

    Cork, Ireland







    house

    Clubs






    pronouns

    he/him















    visage.



    scroll




    height

    6'0"






    hair colour

    Brown. He keeps it cut short but when it gets longer, the ends get curly.






    eye colour

    Blue, although they sometimes show up as grey. depending on the lighting.





















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Full Name: Elera Korey
Nickname(s): Leers
Alias: Hawthorne
Age: 22
Gender: Cisfemale (she/her)
Sexuality: Lesbian
D.O.B.: September 3rd 2000
P.O.B.: Unfortunately Houston, Texas
House: Hearts







appearance







4'11"

height






petite

physique






blue

eye color






Blonde

hair colour






Conservative but elegant

style






Elle Fanning

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Elera tries her best to maintain the innocence of her look. She's put together, sharp, and clean. Squeaky at that. Looking any less than perfect is just a moment of weakness. In this line of work, weakness is often deadly.


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psyche



+Responsible




+Faithful




+Mature




+Organized




-Righteous




-Hostile




-Entitled




-Uptight





Elera is tightly strung at all times. 15 minutes early is on time, and anything less is late. All deadlines are "I wouldn't be caught dead finishing something this late" lines. Being put together is a reliable staple for her. Loyalty is unwavering and more importantly unchanging. It takes a lot to earn or lose her trust. People who have it will keep her on their side through their best and worst. This also applies to larger concepts such as interests and opinions. Elera handles things with poise and dignity. Everything can be talked out, there's no need to yell or fight or cry about it. She's an adult, and she is going to act like one.

However, some people believe they must always be right. Elera is one of those. Once she's decided on something, it is the only right way. Changing her opinion is almost impossible, and quite frankly, she's already decided you're the one in the wrong. Maturity only goes so far. When people fail to understand and convert to her side, she gets a bit passive aggressive. She'd never throw the first punch, but Elera can be bitter and is known for her ability to keep a grudge. She's one of those people who have never been told "no" in their lives. At least not in a way that matters. Without any consequences of importance, she hasn't quite learned to accept it or how to create a plan B.




likes

+ Glamour
+ Piano
+ Chocolate
+ Research
+ Scrunchies

dislikes

- Pants
- Physical Labor
- Monotony
- People without strong opinions

fears

- Substances that aren't quite liquid or solid (goo)
- Not knowing how to handle a situation
- The supernatural
- Things never being normal again

ambitions

+ Not whatever the hell this is tbh
+ Becoming an activist
+ Marriage
+ A normal life

hobbies

+ Soccer
+ Dancing
+ Poetry
+ Reading Nonfiction





background



early life



Elera was born a backup, a safety net incase something happened to her brother. Not because her parents couldn't imagine life without a child, but they couldn't imagine life without an heir. Her whole early life spent as second best, always an afterthought. Despite all her efforts, she was barely noticeable. Having another sibling didn't change anything. That was her parents' "just for fun" child. Unlike him, she was too important to have fun, but unlike her older brother, she wasn't important enough to be praised. It was like she was invisible.

brain dead pls wait

teenage years


When Orion died, suddenly Elera meant everything to her family.


the present



TBD




SKILLS







MAIN SKILL
Being a doctor to these reckless people on the daily. Starting college early means she already has her masters in biomedical sciences. Not a real doctor, but the best they're going to get.

SECONDARY SKILLS
TBD

TERTIARY SKILLS
-Being overlooked, being short and looking plain has perks.

PREFERRED WEAPON
Preferred what? Elera is strictly anti violence.
Pepper spray

OTHER EQUIPMENT
-First aid kit always
-Concealer kit so her team doesn't look like they got the shit beaten out of them
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GENERAL
Full Name: Rahel Severine de Arnous
Alias: Online, ANGEL81. Offline, Janus.
Age: Twenty-one years.
Gender: Nondescript, fluid.
Pronouns: She/he
Sexuality: Bisexual
D.O.B.: January 13, 2002
P.O.B.: London, England, UK
House: Spades ♤
Faceclaim: Ruth Bell

APPEARANCE
General Overview:
5'11", long and thin. As if produced centuries ago from some tall block of marble. Pale as to be vanishingly translucent. Blue-hazel eyes, inscrutable fogged windows - you find yourself guessing, in vain, at what's really happening in them. Short brown hair with a reddish hue.​
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Has a stud in each ear, a double helix in her left, a right nostril stud, and a tattoo of a falling angel on her left rear shoulder. Smells of vanilla and some other thing whose name escapes you. His taste in fashion has a lot of range; he can dress businesslike, semi-casually, even semi-sensually (often falling in between, right on the knife's edge of formality) but always meticulously and never narrowly masculine or feminine.​

PERSONALITY
General Overview:
Rahel is a mystery - quiet, impassive, and very internal, harbouring what one would assume to be many people's secrets. Yet he's not some ineffectual bystander nor does he desire to be; he's extremely intelligent, has a tough personality, and seeks to make himself an important contributor by any means. She doesn't appear to be a competitive person or someone who places special value on her work, though she works tirelessly anyway - both as a matter of principle and because that's just who she is as a person. She has a degree of suspicion about everyone and often notices minute details that others miss.​
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Additionally he has this odd confidence that comes from a practiced ignorance of, and unconcern with, the people around him - a superior separateness. There's a definite wall you can hit with him where he won't know more about you and you can't know more about him, even if you try. He would rather be seen as this distant person who doesn't need relationships than be truly known by someone else. She's mostly in it for herself, in the end, and her loyalties (and betrayals) are chosen according to what advantages and disadvantages they'd bring about.​
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Positive Traits: Studious, graceful, headstrong, alert, forgiving, mindful, eloquent, undemanding.
Negative Traits: Closed-off, anti-social, self-centered, manipulative, unsympathetic, blunt, disrespectful.

Likes: Strictly physical intimacy (no attachments), cleanliness, cities, trees, flowers, climbing plants, spices, art museums, locked doors, daily regimens, isolation, sunlight, yoga
Dislikes: Childish people, hospitals, written history, crowds, being drunk, animal products, pets, mob mentalities, creative nonfiction, phone calls, liars, being rewarded

Fears: Being overcome by his own emotions; failing or embarrassing himself around others; living a normal life (he knows he'd ruin it); that, in truth, he's stupid and worthless but is just irremediably blind to this.

Ambitions: Rahel's heartless exterior belies an insecure person too afraid to chase any real goals or visions for his life. He tells himself that he strives for an independent worryless life with all available pleasures. As if that's at all unique. Ask her what she really wants (to change the world; to achieve a level of mastery in all of her skills; to love and be loved) and not only would she be unable to say, she wouldn't even be able to admit it to herself.

Hobbies: When Rahel isn't writing lines of code or toppling ministries in other countries, she reads a lot (usually religious texts and philosophy); conditions herself physically, being a semi-aspiring martial artist; and, if you can call this a hobby, sometimes dances or sings wordlessly when no one's around.

LIFESTYLE
Main Skill: Computers. More specifically their illicit misuse - systems hacking, personal unit reprogramming, software design and so on. She can be a one-person IT department, a technical support hotline all by her lonesome.

Secondary Skill: Social engineering. Rahel isn't a Diamond with their charisma, but she knows human psychology well enough to draw information out of people that they never intended to disclose. Make them violate their own privacy boundaries in ways they eventually would've anyway.

Tertiary Skill: Rahel is a polyglot - he speaks seven languages and stands to learn a few more. He's also adept at entering places he doesn't belong in.

Weapon of Choice: Laptop or portable machine.
Other Equipment: Lockpicks, glass cutter, flashlight.

BACKGROUND
Born to a French historian and a German linguist, Rahel grew up well-acquainted with the technologies she would later come to exploit; her father was a computer hobbyist who, while preoccupied much of the time with his career (as was his wife - Rahel was largely raised by relatives and professional caregivers), encouraged from afar his child's passion with... network security. But the result of that was the child completing her first hack (on a public library firewall) at the age of just twelve.

Also at the age of twelve, Rahel lost his mother. Accidental overdose of prescription drugs. Unaware of even basic things about her, he now had to face the fact he would now never know her at all. To say Rahel's father took it badly would be stating it mildly; he decided in his storm of grief that he could not raise his child, sending her to live with her mother's parents in Berlin for what at first was only a few months.

Then months became years. Her grandparents were a very different experience from what she was used to - they were present in her life, but now she had to deal with things like physical discipline and offhanded teasing. Mockery (of the way she looked, her interests etc.) and almost prayerful negativity became a part of her life. Whatever. He hardened to it like he hardened to all other terrors and sufferings in his life. He grew a protective outer shell, a callous. He soothed this callous from time to time by hacking foreign databases and leaking financial documents of miniscule importance, things like that. But these activities provided less and less relief as time went on. He was unraveling. Her father had started another family by this point.

On the outside she had thrown herself into her studies. On her 18th birthday she moved out of her grandparents' for an apartment across town, entered university, began interning places and tutoring the children of wealthy families. By 19 she had a life all to her own, all for herself. He hated it. He hated it with every screaming molecule in his body and he couldn't say exactly why. Finally, he isolated himself, flew to a cold dark planet in his mind, began sabotaging every human relationship he yet had; his hacking activities became much more visible and much more dangerous, but he didn't care. That and the double-lifeness of it all actually enthralled him.

Recently she targeted this industry-monopolizing company and outed them as having bribed investigators on oversight into misreporting pollution statistics. It was a nice sizable controversy for her to be proud of.

And then the letter came.

A serious job offer from a serious software developer. A serious movement ahead in life. Rahel couldn't believe it at all. He searched deep inside for a part of him that wanted to say yes and he couldn't find one. But he had to say yes, right? He had to. He might not be given an opportunity like this ever again. He hesitated. Argued with himself.

Then the second letter came. She took the train to Munich days in advance.
 
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IT SCARES ME SOMETIMES
THE EMPTINESS I SEE IN MY EYES.​


— DOSSIER

NAME: Makari Antonov
NICKNAME: None | Makari doesn’t want anyone getting too familiar with him.
ALIAS: Кошмар (Koshmar) | Nightmare
AGE: 21 years old
GENDER: Cismale
SEXUALITY: Asexual
P.O.B: St.Petersburg, Russia
D.O.B: October 23rd
HOUSE: House of Clubs


— VISAGE

FACECLAIM: Alton Mason.

He remembers calloused hands tracing over his features so long ago. fingers danced over a wide, flat nose and over full lips that threatened to bite. they’d rubbed a sharp jawline and traced the bushy brows atop dark, obsidian eyes. a work of art he had been called by some who gazed upon him. a sculpture made of sinew and bone covered by deep brown skin. Not a scar marred said skin but a tattoo of a blindfolded skull perched on his neck, red blindfold vibrant against dark skin. And just like the sculptures admired in museums and bid upon in auctions, his body was shaped to be strong and durable through training.

It was quite a hassle, getting used to being on display, being shown off and treated like a spectacle. They marveled at the tightness of his curls and how they seemed so black that they almost blue. Reaching out to touch before jerking their hands away when slapped. Draped in the finest of jewels and clothes, he was something to be admired. And though a new chapter in his life has begun, he treats his body the very same way.


— PERSONA

PERSONALITY: Intense is a word that is often used to describe Makari. He is not a man of many words, instead he lingers in the background. He melds into the shadows quite easily and from there he is always watching, waiting even. Word has gotten back to him that his aura is unnerving, eery and he would have it no other way. He enjoys the feeling of knowing that he can make people fear him. With those dark eyes, lifeless eyes of his he takes them in, gaze searching for any sign of weakness to exploit. He holds all the likeness of a predator. Makari is the entity that haunts your subconscious, the creature from tales of being stalked and hunted. Cold and empty is something about him that is not quite right. It’s as though something is missing within him.

There are those who have seen the worst of humanity and yet, they still continue to smile, to see the good in the human race. Makari is not one of those people. He is a self-aware individual, he knows that he is jaded and he does not mind. There is no amount of good that can be done to truly erase evil. So he has become one with it. There is no doubt that he looks out for him. His own survival is one of the most important things to him. He holds little regard for others and will not hesitate to use them and toss them aside. Violence and fear are his favorite methods of getting things done, with a little manipulation if he needs.

It is as though Makari became just like those that wronged him. The darkness of his environment truly shaped him in the worst way. A being who was broken and mended together, but his pieces reshaped into something jagged and sharp. He would never claim to be a forgiving person. Is it right? His desire to inflict pain as if it will make up for his own? No, but he doesn’t care. He finds pleasure in hurting others, in breaking them down until they too see how horrible the world is. He enjoys watching the hope leave their eyes. Where the goals of the good of society is to help and spread kindness, Makari wishes to corrupt and reveal the truth. That the world is truly a horrible place.

Makari is the calculating sort and by no means a hothead. Instead he is decisive in his decision making, weighs his options carefully so that he knows that he’s making the right choice. He’s an intelligent young man who plans in advance and keeps his cards close to his chest. There is never a clear sign of what’s going on behind those eyes of his. Makari is a man who moves in silence.

VIRTUES: Adaptable, Decisive, Focused, Intuitive, Independent
VICES: Sadistic, Callous, Manipulative, Intense, Vengeful

LIKES: Money, Expensive Jewelry, Horror Movies, Gossip/Drama
DISLIKES: Cigar Smoke, Mouthy People, Being Upstaged, The Good Types


FEARS: Above all else he fear ending up like the children in the orphanage, a empty shell with no sense of self.
AMBITIONS: As of right now he has no purpose other than the goals set for him by the academy. Perhaps he’ll come to live for himself rather than others in the meantime.
HOBBIES: Creating routines, Training, Reading, Collecting mementos from his kills, Swimming, Sketching


— LIFESTYLE

MAIN SKILL: Makari took to fighting like a fish to water or a bird to the sky. Makari is a man recognized for his ability in combat. He does not favor a particular style but instead takes from many depending on the situation. In short, he can adapt his style. Makari is not someone who relies on strength alone, instead he wears his victim down until eventually going in for the kill.

SECONDARY SKILL: • He is able to use his surroundings to his advantage when it comes to fighting. In his mind nearly everything can be turned into a weapon. From something as simple as a pen, he will use it to gain the upper hand in a fight. There is no such thing as a fair fight in his book. Makari fights extremely dirty without a second thought.

• Makari is able to play mind games when he fights. He does it in a way that leaves his victims thinking that they have the upper hand on him or that he’s going to make a certain move. Only for him to switch up and pull the rug from under him. His moves are hard to predict.

TERTIARY SKILL: • Makari was born and raised in Russia so he’s fluent in Russian. He was also given a thorough education and is thus fluent in English, Spanish, and Korean.
• He was given the opportunity to learn ballet and tango. When he was younger he didn’t see the point but now he’s grateful. Makari is light on his feet and agile. Due to his lessons is core strength and stamina is on another level.

WEAPON OF CHOICE: Nearly anything that Makari can get his hands on can be used as a weapon. He favors dirtying his hands so he has two pairs of brass knuckles, a pair with spikes and a pair without.

OTHER EQUIPMENT: Makari has a sapphire ring. It’s far too big for his hands but he keeps it in his pocket. He also keeps a spring-loaded bo staff on his person.


BACKGROUND: There was once a little boy with big black eyes and a smile that could melt the hearts of those around him. A child who was left on the steps of an orphanage on a foggy night. The caretaker saw only a baby chilled by the cool air, no sign of the parent that left him. In his bassinet lay an apology note with his name on it, Makari he was called.

The one who dropped him off was aware of the orphanage’s status, a place said to house unwanted children. It was true, on the surface. To the public the orphanage was a well funded place for society’s most vulnerable, It was easy for society to turn a blind eye to what was happening. Out of sight, out of mind as the saying goes. Inspections were always passed with flying colors, children were dressed up and showcased to let the conditions of the orphanage be known.

Sadly, the emptiness in their eyes and the hollowness of their voice were never noticed. Justice learned of the true nature of the orphanage as he grew. Knew of the horrors that really went on inside and in his attempts to escape he was always brought back. Eventually he realized that it was pointless, he became one of those empty children. One of the dolls to show off so that more children were dropped off and more investors would sponsor the place. They were raised to be obedient, subservient even. They were told that it was for their own good, so that they could be adopted and taken into a loving family. Children were easy to fool like that, give them enough hope and they were willing to behave. It was disgustingly easy and a young Makari believed it wholeheartedly.

When his time came, he was elated. Makari was happy that he would finally leave the horrible place. And adopted by a beautiful wealthy couple no less. For the first time in a long time he could smile again. His state made him blind to their manipulations however, unaware that they were just using him as something of prized possession rather than a child of their own. Makari remembers the games that they would place, the people who would come just to see him, like he was some show horse. The punishments came swiftly when he dared to act out until eventually he began to act on autopilot. He adapted to the horrors that he saw and his buyers were happy. They foolishly let their guards down.

No one heard their screams as they were slayed in their bed. When a servant found them Makari was long gone and was never seen again. It was assumed that the killer had taken him or worse. For a time he lived on the streets committing petty crimes. But eventually he was saved. Makari swore that his savior was an Angel. Just like that he was plucked from the streets.

Makari was kept tucked under his wing. Proving his worth again and again and again, doing anything to please the one so saved him, Levwas his name. And oh, did Justice thrive under him. He molded the young man until he became the perfect mentee and the perfect lover all rolled into one. It was easy, throw him a little affection and praise and he was putty. Like a feral cat left on the street for too long.

Their little relationship lasted for a long time, until a Justice caught wind of Lev’s plan to hand his empire over to a newly found son of his. Makari cried at first, wondered what he had done wrong, wondered why Makari was tossing him aside after all he did. He began to plan soon after, stealing his empire right from under him. It was easy, whispering into ears, gaining loyalty and promising spots at the top. Makari was not a kind man and it was always easier to catch flies with sugar.

The day came and Makari cried, but not tears of sadness. No, they were tears of joy as he watched the life drain from his boss’s eyes. And ever since, he has been quite the problem. With no purpose in life Makari was quick to join the academy when offered. He cared little for the mafia and took it with the goods that he so rightfully deserved, leaving the members behind to try to invade the law he’d put on their trails.
MAKARI.
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Agent Kodak















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equisite.










name.


Regina M. Burgess







a.k.a.


Reggie(prefered), Gina, Kodak







age


twenty-one







gender


Cis-female







sexuality


pansexual









p.o.b.


dublin,ireland









d.o.b.


september 11th









house


house of clubs









appearance


Regina Burgess aka Agent Kodak. Standing at 5'9" and weighing 163 pounds. Dark brown, short coiled hair and brown eyes that complete a nonchalant and dormant smug expression on the face. Typical. Build is athletic with no markings noted on the face. A left scar is documented on the left leg from an altercation when agent was in middle school and a scar is noted on the right forearm from a training session. Miss Burgess has pierced ear lobes and a tragus piercing on the left ear. A total of five tattoos are located on the left ribcage, upper right thigh, back of neck, back of right ear and right ankle.









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Reginas' default mode is dormant. She shows little to no emotion at all and tends to drift off into the background. She tends to keep to herself and not cause any trouble unless it is needed. She hardly holds grudges against people and isn't the first to leap at an opportunity for retaliation. She works well with most people and quietly keeps close to herself until a job is needed to be done. She has a small circle of friends and doesn't allow anyone to enter so easily. She may display a warm smile but it is not an invitation to engage in conversation with her. Regina doesn't trust people easily and is always suspicious of her company.

Regina secretly enjoys a formidable spar/fight that fulfills her expectations, she enjoys testing her abilities and wanting to learn how far her body can push itself. She prefers to take on the tougher opponents but, knows that if she is outmatched she will not try to risk her life over a fight. Regina is assertive and up-front during missions. In situations in her field of work that involve her intelligence and skills she prefers to be in control but, in situations where she knows someone is more fit for the position she has no problem with having someone take the lead.

Regina does have hobbies and interests as others do, she doesn't share them unless asked to. Regina doesn't want to bother others with her personal interests and she also doesn't want others to bother her during her leisure activities. Conversations with Regina are quick and straight to the point.

Positive Traits: assertive, focused, level-headed, improvisation
Negative Traits: distant, realistic, semi-apathetic, distrustful
Likes: sparring, botanical gardens, bonsai trees, trivia, meditation, passionfruit
Dislikes: conceited/vain people, unnecessary conflict, unsolicited conversations, mud, whining/complaining
Fears: death by stab wound (embarrassing), maggots (she just stands there and gets chills), not seeing her siblings
Ambitions: staying alive enough to give back to her family
Hobbies: participating in trivia games/competitions, volunteers at her fathers' MMA gym, gets her nails done every two weeks, tends to her bonsai garden regularly










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ifestyle.






Main Skill: regina tries to make sure she is accurate when on missions. she will pull out all stops to make sure her target is terminated. she will not stop until her task is complete. she remains focused as much as possible and doesn't allow any distractions to stop her from doing what needs to be done.
Secondary Skill: movement replication; she is able to replicate almost any movement after seeing it be played out once. if the move is simple she can have it memorized in a matter of seconds but any advanced movements will cause her to be determined to perfecting it.

Tertiary Skill: (2, unrelated to your house but still helpful to have)
Weapon of Choice: Who doesn't enjoy a good fist fight? Regina loves using her body mainly her hands and feet to take an opponent down. She didn't train in martial arts since middle school for no reason.
Other Equipment Used: She loves a good handgun. Nothing like having the power of a persons life in your hand while the barrel is pointed straight at them. Her second favorite weapon are knives followed by automatic rifles and snipers.









h

istory





regina was born to a "cookie cutter" family in dublin, ireland with her being the oldest of six children. she has two biological brothers and the her parents adopted three children after her mother gave birth to regina's second youngest brother. after her mother had their youngest son, the family decided to adopt but not for the reason of giving a neglected child a chance at an actual loving family. Her parents were only adopting children in order to receive government funds. the reality was regina's parents were drug addicts, using majority of the funds to satisfy their addiction, only leaving a small amount to barely support the children. Her parents hardly ever cared for them and only tended to the children's needs when social workers would arrive for inspections or for mandatory school events. regina during majority of her childhood along with her brother had to care for their younger siblings. To escape from her broken and fucked up family, she would lock herself in her room or stay up late on the weekends watching classic martial arts movies. She was always amazed at the fluidity and power martial arts held. She would practice the movements in her room until a martial arts program was offered as an after school activity at her school. Stealing some money and forging her parents signatures made it possible for her to have a solid escape from her life at home. The disfunction in the household would only continue to worsen when her parents started become abusive to each other and that would eventually trickle down to the children. The moment regina witnessed her father lay his hands on her was the moment she knew she had to keep her other siblings safe. Whenever her parents were drunk or drugged up, the never laid their hands on the children so it was a traumatic experience for regina to have to be afraid of now living with drug and physically abusive parents. Her parents would start taking their anger out on each other but whenever any innocent accident, bad grade or slight sign of an attitude occurred they would punish the children. regina and her brother stepped in most of the time with their bodies to shield to children. regina would arrive to school in long and dark clothing to cover up her bruises and scars, she would miss days of martial arts practice and would become more aggressive in her sparring matches. her instructor started to pick up on her behavior and lack of attendance and whenever asked if there were any issues happening at home she would always mutter the words "everything is alright...' knowing it was only getting worse. regina continued her martial arts and would often have her sessions be separate from the other students, she also continued to care for her family as usual. she started developing a sense of trust in her teacher and finally was relieved to find someone she could seek console in. in the seventh grade she was caught in an altercation that resulted her having to be taken to the ER with a laceration on her thigh, not much to her parents liking that police got involved and they had to put up the facade of being concerned about their daughters safety. Afraid of what her parents were going to do to her when she was able to be sent home, she ran away and the only person she could think of to help her was her instructor. she was very hesitant at first to tell him what was going on in her family but she knew that if she didn't tell anyone that the abuse would get worse and her family would continue to be in danger. she needed a way out and sitting at home watching Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon wasn't going to solve anything. after telling her teacher her situation, child protective services stepped in and what she feared came true. her parents were arrested and she was separated from her siblings. she made the choice to have her instructor be her legal guardian while her other siblings went to live with blood relatives. the transition was difficult for ragina to adjust to, she started to pick fights at school after her situation travelled around her school and the fights resulted in her being suspended from school multiple times. after she graduated from secondary school, her father revealed to her that he was an agent for the organization House of Cards until he was put out of commission due to a permanent injury while on a mission. he made the decision to enroll her in the academy to keep her from doing any reckless and dangerous acts that could fuck up her life. she was clearly upset and reiterated to him that she didn't need to go to some boarding school to fix her "problems". they came to an agreement which allowed regina to finish her four years of secondary school and then accept enrollment into the university. she wanted to at least experience a somewhat normal life that was stripped away from her from the moment she was born.









g

allery.
































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HAVEYN


















House of Hearts




















01.






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03.




























  • 01.








































    01




    name.




    Haveyn Feng














    02




    Gender




    Female














    03




    D.O.B




    November 17th 2002














    04




    gender.




    answer














    05




    ethnicity




    answer






































    visage.














    Sexuality




    Bisexual












    height.




    5'6"












    appearance.




    Onyx tresses flowed down her back, softly swaying in the wind. She didn’t usually put her hair down. On an average day, you would find it in the form of a braid or a simple ponytail. Haveyn always found that her hair would obscure her vision, something that had always irritated her greatly. Her skin was warm with a few beige undertones though paler than you would expect, she had preferred to stay inside, out of reach of the sun’s rays. Underneath her rounded eyebrows were her dark brown eyes which were comparable to dark honey, or so she had been told.













    physique




    Slender and Athletic




































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永遠に



서예슬




ex·ploit.

make full use of and derive benefit from (a resource).







































  • requisite.







    full name

    Lorenzo Kiddo






    birth details

    Kyoto, Japan-05.01.02






    gender

    Male






    sexuality

    Homosexual






    occupation

    Bodyguard






    house

    Clubs















    visage.



    scroll




    height

    5"5






    hair colour

    Black chest length dreadlocks






    eye colour

    answer






    Body Mods

    answer






    Stature

    answer





















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  • Ziva Nasser



    house of diamonds








    name.

    Ziva Azaria Nasser.






    nickname.

    Z.






    code name.

    Ghost.






    age.

    21






    d.o.b.

    december 30th.






    gender.

    female.






    sexuality.

    bisexual.






    p.o.b.

    Cairo, Egypt.






    house.

    diamonds.













    hair.

    long black and wavy.






    eyes.

    hazel, almond-shaped eyes.






    height.

    5'6






    weight.

    130 lbs.






    build.

    athletic.






    skin.

    olive.






    faceclaim.

    emeraude toubia.






    description.

    just like the shadows she surrounds herself in, Ziva's features are dark and mysterious. her face is pretty enough to be able to flirt for information, but not striking enough to make her stick out in a crowd.

    depending on the situation, her unruly raven colored hair is usually left undone on missions that require her looks or being able to shield her face, and often braided to keep it out of her face for tasks that require her full attention.


















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Noémie Nya Monet




House of Spades.

"The most valuable commodity is information."







































  • requisite.







    full name

    Noémie Nya Monet






    age

    November 14th - 20 - Scorpio






    gender

    Female






    sexuality

    Bisexual






    Place of Birth

    New Orleans, Louisiana






    nickname

    Noe















    visage.



    scroll




    height

    5'8"






    hair colour

    dark burgundy red w/ two front pieces being a lighter shade






    eye colour

    brown on the top of her irises w/ hazel on the bottom





















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