Realistic or Modern 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉 - 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.

[timshel]

THE SEVEN

A very special group of young spies, hand-picked to protect the world.

INTEREST CHECK

CHARACTERS

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PROCEED.

JOINING

OPERATIVE DOSSIER.

IDENTIFICATION -

Full name:​

Code name: One word. Does not include any excessively personal or telling information about the operative.​

Region of origin: Please choose from North America, South America, Africa, Asia, Australia, or Europe. ​

FILE -

Age: Between 16 and 20, please.​

Gender identity:​

Sexual orientation:​

Ethnicity:​

Nationality:​

Religion:​

Face Claim: Optional, but real only (no art/anime will be allowed).​

Height:​

Weight:​

Physical Build:​

Hair:​

Eyes:​

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Skills: Bullet points are just fine. What makes them so coveted and unique from their peers?​

Dominant Hand:​

DISPOSITION -

Personality: Bullet points are just fine, but go as in depth as you would like.​

MEDICAL -

Vision:​

Blood Type:​

Physical conditions:​

Mental conditions:​

Vice(s):​

BIOGRAPHY -

History: Be as brief or thorough as you want, but please include a mention of what aspect of your character's life caught Carbon's attention. What makes them exceptional spy material?​

RULES

NO.1 Follow all of RP Nation's rules for conduct and content.

NO.2 This is going to be a strictly advanced roleplay, where good grammar, correct spelling, and tantalizing writing is an expectation. You should be able to comfortably write 500-800 words per post, at the very minimum.

NO.3 Placement in this roleplay will not be awarded on a first-come, first-serve basis. I’ll be judging each of the characters on their quality and depth, and their owners on their writing quality. If you are a new member to this website, I may request a writing sample from you.

NO.4 Please be prepared to post in character at least once a week when the roleplay goes live. Although I'll never encourage a member in all seriousness to forego real life responsibilities and obligations for this group's sake, somewhat frequent activity keeps roleplay groups from dying out.

NO.5 Since the characters themselves will be somewhat young, and many sources of inspiration are rated PG-13, I ask that applicants please be at or above the age of sixteen years old.

NO.6 Be prepared to chat on Discord. I find it’s a very helpful platform to have quick discussions about characters, plotting, and it’s a low pressure environment where we can all chat with each other. I will make a server for all the accepted members of this roleplay once I have determined who’s going to be in it.

MISC

The application deadline is July 24th at 12pm Pacific Standard Time.

I want to be as straightforward with my expectations as possible for character creation.

I will be accepting one character per continent (North America, South America, Africa, Asia, Australia, and Europe) to make seven total members, including myself. Obviously, Antartica doesn't necessarily have a thriving society on it, so I will be accepting two members from the same continent. Again, this is not first-come, first-serve.

As far as diversity is concerned, the world we all share is not at all homogenous. Diversity of ethnic backgrounds, cultures, sexuality, and gender identity would be much appreciated and more reflective of the reality of this world.

If you do choose to create a character with a racial or ethnic background different than your own, please do so in a respectful, affirming way: avoid relying on cliches and stereotypes to craft your persona. This is especially applicable to minority and marginalized identities.

Please contact me with any questions or concerns you have, but also know that I am not here to walk you through the application process: it's simply not fair to ask me to advise or double check any applications in progress.

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[timshel]

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• PROPERTY OF CARBON INTELLIGENCE.
  
  THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS HIGHLY CLASSIFIED.
  
  ONLY AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ARE PERMITTED TO VIEW THIS DOCUMENTATION.
  
  IDENTIFICATION —
  
  His full Christian name is Ciro Salvatore Varricchio. He doesn't go by any nicknames - Ciro is easy enough and short enough.
  
  His code name with Carbon is Mirror. (... You are familiar with the ancient tale of Narcissus, aren't you?)
  
  Ciro is the chosen operative from Europe. He was born and raised in Italy, specifically in the greater metropolitan area of Rome.
  
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  FILE —
  
  Age: 19 years old (born 4/12, making him an Aries)
  Gender identity: Cisgender male
  Sexual orientation: Pansexual.
  Ethnicity: Almost exactly half Italian and Russian Jewish - the latter was an interesting surprise on a genealogy test.
  Nationality: Italian
  Religion: He was raised to be a lot of things. Being Catholic was one of them.
  
  Face claim: Lorenzo Zurzolo
  Height: 6’1”
  Weight: Just around 175 lbs.
  Physical build: Slim and trim, but not excessively muscular. He was an athlete for quite some time, participating in tennis and golf during his high school years, which kept him in decent physical shape.
  Hair: Dark brown with a natural wave and volume to it. He lets it grow out slightly: short haircuts aren’t for him.
  Eyes: A stunning shade of light blue, described as adonic by some and intense by others. They usually sag at half mast, making him look either utterly exhausted, terribly bored, or frustratingly smug.
  Skin: Fair with a small collection of little beauty marks on his arms, chest, and face. Didn’t have perfect complexion as a younger teen, but he was able to afford cosmetic treatments to keep the blemishes at bay.
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Multilinguality: Fluent in Italian (his first language, spoken at home), English (a close second, taught by private tutors), and Mandarin Chinese (picked up in school).​

  Firearms usage: Ciro has some familiarity with guns and has excellent aim—he’s shot skeet with his father, as insufferably wealthy people do, since he was twelve years old.​

  Driving: Illegal street racing on weekends with his friends from downtown turned him into a very capable, adept driver. He’s only had to flex his getaway driving muscles a handful of times.​

  
  Dominant hand: Left. (You’ve heard of the Latin sinistra, right? He finds the etymology absolutely fascinating.)
  

  
  
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  This young man, despite his stable, loving upbringing with the world at his fingertips, is almost entirely self-seeking. Empathy is far from his strong suit: Ciro has strained relationships with his parents and has lost many friends due to his inability to recognize the feelings of others.
  
  He’s only going to do his best work if there is a clear, tangible benefit in his direction.
  

  
  
  
  

  Although he is described by his friends and peers as:
  
  Astute: Ciro’s no fool. He is careful and discerning, perhaps more than some people may be aware of. Years of both elite private schooling and rubbing elbows with the seedier youth in his area have made him book smart, but also practical and grounded. He’s hard to con.
  
  Composed: It’s quite difficult to make this young man crack under pressure. He’s mastered the fine art that is holding his tongue and maintaining that unbothered, nonchalant expression through the direst of circumstances: scolding from his parents and police interrogations, for example.
  
  Charming: Smooth-talking, good looking, and often highly complimentary of others, people gravitate towards this young man. And he’s highly aware of it. He wouldn’t argue if one accused him of beguiling others to get that special favor or whatever glittery thing caught his eye this week.
  

  
  
  

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  Manipulative: Ciro can play people like a piano. He’s highly aware of the effect he has on others and he decided somewhere along the way that he’d be a fool if he didn’t take advantage of it. A skilled social engineer that always manages to find his way on top of every situation.
  
  Hedonistic: Always one for fun in all its forms—going 90 miles per hour on the freeway, pounding the wine at family events, snorting mystery powders off of fine glass tables—he’s never one to turn down the opportunity to let loose. He’s reckless and rebellious, in all honesty.
  
  Entitled: Born and raised in the lap of luxury, Ciro is very used to having everything he wants exactly when he wants it. Anything less than that is basically unacceptable. Although he’s definitely worked hard for a handful of things in his life, he’s spoiled rotten and can act like a bit of a brat when he can’t get his way.
  

  
  
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  MEDICAL —
  Vision: 20/20.
  
  Blood type: AB, making him a universal recipient. (How convenient.)
  
  Physical conditions: None to note.
  
  Mental conditions: Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD). His parents sent him to a psychiatrist when he began acting out more, and this diagnosis didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Ciro lives in denial of it and really, really, doesn’t like to talk about it.
  
  Vices: Has one hell of a nicotine addiction - impartial to both normal and e-cigarettes, he craves them when he's stressed, relaxed, and anywhere in between. He’s no stranger to liquor and common recreational drugs, to put it lightly. Just a terrible influence all around.
  

  
  

  
  
  

  BIOGRAPHY —
  
  Ciro’s beginnings are about as humble as they come. The circumstances of his birth were something out of a tragedy: he was born and then promptly abandoned by his parents, simply dropped off at an orphanage in rural southern Italy without as much as a name.
  
  Fortunately, he was found and adopted by Vito and Carmela Varricchio when he was just about two months old. This successful pair of tailors turned businesspeople had successfully created a clothing empire, and they welcomed their new son into a life with many comforts. They took him home to a beautiful manor on a sprawling piece of land (complete with a vineyard) and doted on him as a child, showering him with attention and toys, amusement park trips and lavish birthday parties. Some would call it excessive, but Vito and Carmela were just overjoyed to finally have a child they could share their world with.
  
  Something in him began to change the older he became, though. It’s obviously difficult to pinpoint the event that changed the course of his life, a psychiatrist identified that it was likely disillusionment with his peers in those private schools and a couple of chance encounters with kids from the other side of the tracks. As he lived the lifestyle of the absurdly wealthy, Ciro began spending more and more time with a group of boys in his same school year from the rougher neighborhoods of Rome.
  
  In his volatile, rough-around-the-edges group of friends, Ciro found a closeness and family he’d only felt a handful of times in that big, empty place he called home. The insults and scraps and tough love only drew him in closer, and before he knew it, he was running shit: flashing switchblades at house parties, racing the streets blackout drunk, going on wild benders and staying up for days on end. It wasn’t on his parents’ radar for quite some time though: they trusted him unconditionally, his grades didn’t slip, he still went to piano practice, and his teachers and coaches had nothing to report.
  
  He only screwed up a handful of times and brought the streets back home with him—it's difficult to hide when you're blacked out from alcohol, stupid high from weed, or manic on cocaine—but it absolutely broke his parents when they began to learn more about his escapades and brushes with the law. He didn’t see his moral bankruptcy as much of a problem because it was mostly limited to his own circle. The Varricchios claimed they didn’t raise him that way. Ciro coldly answered that this was just his nature—probably who his biological parents were. They fought bitterly to try to steer him straighter, eventually resigning themselves to the fact that their son simply was going to do what he wanted to.
  
  The grotesque and divine exist in intimately close proximity to each other in Rome. Ciro plays both sides, and the expert way in which he played this game eventually caught Carbon’s eye.
  
  It was all incredibly coincidental. A handful of the agency’s most seasoned operatives were in Rome to subvert a plot against the Pope, and who did they just so happen to see leading a police chase—through traffic, in one of the holiest cities on Earth—in a car going in reverse?
  
  So they dug deeper, and eventually decided that the adopted son of international business moguls, raised in wealth, able to act with decorum, unafraid to dirty his hands, who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, had great potential for a career in espionage.

  
  

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Nafula Wamuiru Kamau

identification

IDENTIFICATION -
Full name: Nafula Wamuiru Kamau
Code name: Kodak
Region of origin: Kenya,Africa

Nafula Wamuiru Kamau

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Bisexual

Cis-female

She/Her

Anok Yai

File

Age: 19
Gender identity: Cis-Female
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: African
Nationality: Kenyan
Religion: Christian>Atheist; NAfula was raised in a religious Christian household during her childhood but after the death of her father and trying to find the reason as to why his life was taken away she has then slowly lost her faith in Christianity. This wasn't the first time she has questioned the religion, during a service she never understood the reason to prove one's faith in monotheism or polytheism deities. Although she doesn't believe in God she still wears a cross for her father.

Face Claim: Anok Yai
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120lbs
Physical Build: Ectomorphic with a slight build, Nafula is more on the lanky side of the body spectrum. The build is mostly shown in her arms, legs, and back and makes up for her lack of bust. She has struggled with gaining more weight due to her syndrome and tries to bulk up in muscle mass whenever she can.
Hair: Dark Brown with thick 4c texture, Nafula mainly keeps her hair in cornrows, a top bun, or in braids. During her years in school, her head was always shaved but after graduating she has let it grow out and has taken a liking to new African hairstyles. Due to her hair being thick she has to keep her moisturized and never puts harsh chemicals in her hair. During her downtime, she wears colorful headwraps of her homeland.
Eyes: Nafula has beautiful brown upturned shaped eyes. She never understood why people were always complimenting her eyes, they were just brown. When the sun touches them, her eyes shine almost as if they are crystals.
Skin: Nafula has Espresso skin with cool undertones and has three scars her body from her knee surgeries, and hernia surgery. She was diagnosed with Type II Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome when she was seven years old and has smooth velvety skin that not only stretches but is very fragile resulting in bruising around her body. Unlike others who have bruises Nafula's are more prominent and extensive.
Skills:
Photographic Memory: Nafula is able to recall most of the images from memory when only a brief amount of time to view it. This is compromised when she is intoxicated.
Flexible: Due to her Type II Ehler-Danlos Syndrome, Nafula is able to bend and contort her body mainly her joints into multiple forms.
Multilingual: Nafula is fluent in Swahili, English, French, Spanish, a little bit of Japanese, and Mandarin. Swahili is her native tongue by birth and she learned English, French, and Spanish throughout her primary education. She learned Mandarin in her martial arts program and is currently learning how to speak Japanese but is still a bit rusty in some places.
Wushu: A Chinese Kung fu that is both hard and soft along with being full contact. Both this and Capoeira were taught to her at a young age via outreach programs.
Capoeira: A Brazilian acrobatic martial art style that originated from African Slaves.
Zulu Stick Fighting: An African fighting style that uses two four foot long sticks, one of her uncles taught her the history and the moves of this martial art. Her father used to perform this martial art before his death and as a result, Nafula has kept his fighting sticks as a memento of him.
Dominant Hand: Left Handed learning how to be ambidextrous

disposition

Logical: Being a logical thinker makes Nafula think of all the outcomes and chooses what she believes is the best solution. She takes every bit of information into consideration and makes sure they are a factor in her thinking process. She doesn't like being cheated out of or missed out on important information and will ask specific questions to make logical assumptions. If she knows she is in a predicament that she is outmatched she is not going to risk her life for a win.

Humility: Nafula doesn't believe she is better than anyone. She is not overly confident or too proud of herself and her abilities. She doesn't like arrogance and unnecessary superiority based on background, skills, sex, etc. She makes mistakes like everyone else and doesn't focus on herself or her own problems as if they are the only priority everyone should focus on. She is less likely to overreact and blame others for mishaps and uses mistakes as teaching moments for improvement.

Motivating: For a reserved and basically uptight person, Nafula enjoys motivating her teammates, she doesn't believe completely giving up is an option and prefers seeing things till the end. It's very odd that her monotone voice speaks uplifting words so people are always taken aback when they hear this from her.

Realist: She isn't one to be optimistic around. A person who doesn't sugarcoat and doesn't believe everything is sunshine and sparkles, Nafula sees things for how they are as opposed to how people want them to be. She was never shielded from the truth as a child and believes that it has groomed her into the person she is now. She tends to be independent and people think she is practical-minded and conservative.

Reserved: Always a quiet person from birth, Nafula isn't one for opening up and being the first to introduce herself. She tends to say in the back until she is needed. This helps her keep the attention and spotlight off of her. Although blunt with her words she doesn't express them every moment she is around people. Nafula isn't one for being loud and talkative which people find weird and suspicious. Since the quiet people are the ones to look out for. She doesn't reveal a lot of information about herself and tends to dodge personal questions about her which causes people to be frustrated around her.

Detached: Emotions aren't Nafulas' strong suit as she keeps them to herself and finds them to be a nuance in her field of work. She struggles with keeping her emotions separated from her astute demeanor that this causes her to have difficulty in creating and maintaining friendships with others. She fears that her emotions will get her and the people she cares for killed.

medical

Vision: 20/20
Blood Type: O Negative
Physical conditions: She is diagnosed with Type II Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome which affects her joints, skin, and connective tissue. This causes her to have overly flexible joints which she can dislocate, skin that appears translucent in her forearms and her legs and bruising easily. She has had surgery on both of her knees when she was thirteen and has multiple scars on her body from fighting, training, and miscellaneous accidents such as papercuts.
Mental conditions: N/A
Vice(s):
Alcohol: Nafula loves a good drink more than the next but she likes drinking a bit too much. In fact, wherever you look in her downtime she always has a glass of liquor in her hand. After coming back from a mission she makes a b-line straight to the liquor cabinet. During the nights she is not able to sleep due to her insomnia you can find her in the dark drinking.
Smoking: Nafula smokes to reduce her increased stress, she smokes at most a pack a week and covers her cigarette stench with Chanel No. 5 perfume. She attempts multiple times to quit smoking but each time the number of cigarettes she smokes increases.
Insomnia: Nafula has been having multiple recurring nightmares and has been experiencing symptoms of insomnia. There are nights where she is able to get a full eight hours of sleep and there are nights where she is up till dawn. How does she occupy her time? Drink and smoke which arent helping do any good to her sleeping disorder.

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about Nafula

History: Be as brief or thorough as you want, but please include a mention of what aspect of your character's life caught Carbon's attention. What makes them exceptional spy material?

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Nickname: Known to most as Jude.
Age: 19 years old.
Gender Identity: Likely nonbinary (demigirl), but truthfully has not thought much about it.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Ethnicity: Latina.
Nationality: Peruvian.
Religion: Agnostic, raised Catholic.

Face Claim: Sonny Turner.
Height: 5'5".
Weight: 148 lbs.
Physical Build: Jude is stocky - she's quite fit with lots of muscle, always keeping her body in tip top shape, but there's still a bit of softness to her that makes people question her skills upon first impressions. And oh boy, does she love proving people wrong.
Hair: Curly ginger hair that she doesn't care to maintain much. The wild look suits her.
Eyes: Dark brown, often accompanied by heavy undereye bags.
Skin: Golden brown skin, heavily freckled.

Skills:
- Strength: Upon first glance, Jude seems average, a bit soft even once you get past her intense looks. But she's stronger than she looks, physically fit after years of keeping herself in shape and constant practice of both hand-to-hand combat and the (pretty typical) school yard fight. The type of fighter that could take heavy hits.
- Polyglot: A skill practically forced down her throat by her late mother, Jude is good at learning different languages, and adopting their accents as well. Her first language is Spanish, she's able to speak European Spanish and mimic the accent as well. Fluent in English (her American accent is passable, annoyingly Valley Girl-like), and Brazilian Portuguese. Knows some French, and is currently learning Russian.
- Blending In: Sure, Jude grew up with a relatively important family, but the girl's got a skill most bougie kids don't: street smarts. She can walk down the streets without making someone look twice, and for the most part knows the backstreets of much of Lima and São Paolo, respectively, like the back of her hand.

Dominant Hand: Right handed.

JUANDALYNN ANA RIVERA-CARVAJAL

"CHERRY BOMB"

SOUTH AMERICA

BIOGRAPHY.

What does life have to offer to the unruly child of a South American diplomat?

In Jude's eyes, not fucking much.

Much of her childhood was bleak. Born in the rich district of Miraflores, in the Lima province of Peru, she was the youngest child of Santiago and Antonella, and was raised under the expectations of being their perfect, well behaved little daughter. Sure, her family wasn't the most wealthy or the most noble, but her father had an important job after years of them struggling and they were all proud folk. Many days were spent half asleep in classrooms; Jude was a smart kid, but with so much energy, day-to-day lessons left her bored out of her mind. She was ahead of her class, but the material seemed useless to her. She could care less about French sentence structure and history lessons. When her grades began to slip, Jude suffered through her once blissful hours home alone to play now filled up by various tutors trying to wrangle her into her seat at the dinner table, forcing her to study her course materials even more. Jude, however, was a crafty child. By eight years old, she figured out a way to pay off her classmates to do her homework, giving her back her free time after school to play and do whatever she liked.

Jude was not easy to contain. With excellent grades, her parents had much to boast about, giving her the freedom to do what she liked. And she took advantage of that. Playing in the streets with other kids, scrapping, letting her temper get the best of her. The girl was a firecracker, bursting with energy and a lust for life as she got older and older. Her older brother Matteo was the prized child of her family, though. Who wouldn't love to spoil and pamper their first born son? A talented boy, good at soccer, perfect grades, and handsome to boot, was the shining face of their perfect family alongside their father. Jude was secondary, an afterthought.

At fifteen years old, her world would change forever.

By her early teens, Jude was a hellion. Sneaking out, hanging with the worst of the worst in the streets, tired of her proper little life with her family. Her father's anger and annoyance were constant, and she was tired of living under his scrutinizing gaze and being compared to her brother. Her mother, however, was more understanding. There was an unspoken truce between them. Whenever her mother was around, Jude would try to be on her best behavior. Antonella was a great mother and a dutiful wife, but there was a tiredness behind her smile that Jude couldn't bring herself to ignore. Even if she was an unruly teenager, her mother was gentle and sweet and a bit of a jokester. Quiet, but strong, like the presence of the ocean.

It happened during a late night in the dog days of summer. A group of armed robbers somehow got rid of their guards and onto their property, disabled the alarm system, and entered the Rivera residence. They were especially lucky, due to the fact that Jude's father was in Chile at the time due to work. Their home was ransacked, stripped of whatever valuables they could get their hands on. One of the robbers slowly crept upstairs as Jude's mother awoke alone in her room to the ruckus. Antonella's first reaction, regretfully, was to grab a small glass vase to pitifully defend herself with. When the assailant entered her room, she tried to fight back. Jude's mother was shot twice in the chest, and died on her bedroom floor just as her children woke up to gunshots.

Matteo reacted quick enough to call the police, slipping into Jude's room to hide her in the closet before the robbers looked in the other bedrooms. What the robbers hadn't anticipated was a teenage girl with a switchblade hidden in her closet. When they entered the other rooms, they realized someone had been in Matteo's room due to his unmade bed. They searched her room; Jude slipped out of the closet just as her brother was discovered hiding under her bed and stabbed the man once, twice, three times before he let go of her brother's ankle and dropped to the floor.

The police arrived, and the rest of the night was a whirlwind of repressed memories and waiting in the police station as her father flew back home. They buried her mother two days later, and left for Brazil by the next month.

Jude's life took a nosedive. Her temper was out of control, traumatized from the night of her mother's death, and what she had done. Her father seemed to mourn quick enough with the promptness of their move to an entirely different country, but her heart was still in Peru. She missed home dearly, missed the days spent in the back garden with her mother drinking chicha morada, and she missed her friends. São Paolo was entirely new terrain. As soon as he could, Santiago enrolled both of his children in self defense classes. Jude found solace in learning hand-to-hand combat; it was a good outlet for her built up frustrations, and her father could say he was doing his best to help his children cope. But Jude was still a street kid at heart; she blew off school to explore the streets and find new ways to direct her attention, got into fights, cursed at teachers, and continued to be the exact opposite of what her father wanted.

If you asked Jude, she'd be surprised that Carbon even considered her an option. She was told it was due to her quick thinking and excellent combat skills in a high stress situation, which was a fancy way to say "You knew what to do," during the situation. It had been a humid afternoon in a bustling plaza near the central of São Paolo, a day of school blown off to instead hang with friends and skateboard on public property. Nearby, a mother and her young daughter perused tourist knick-knacks. The toddler, teetering along on chubby legs, wandered away for just a moment and was snatched up by a couple hustling by. Jude had noticed just in time, and acted before she could even think. The redhead ran after him, and the two quickly realized they were being pursued, and she tailed them through street vendors and restaurants. One of the kidnappers turned around to fight Jude, and she promptly bashed his face into her knee and tackled the other, dropping them both to the floor. Jude fought him off and pried the little girl from his hands, and handed her back to her mother personally. It made the local newspaper, and soon, Carbon was knocking at her front door.

DISPOSITION.

The easiest way one would describe Jude is intense. Hard to look at without squinting, a fire about to burn out of control, someone who makes you flinch. She's got anger issues, but that doesn't mean she isn't focused and capable of doing what needs to be done. She's just a bit flighty, cocky, and likes hanging with the ne'er-do-wells of life far too much. Her life had been Jude v.s. the World for so long, the girl is a brick wall and hard to get along with. Truthfully though, she'd rather do more good. Maybe as a way to repent for the wrongs she's done in her life.

MEDICAL.

Vision: 20/20.
Blood Type: B negative.
Physical conditions: None that she's aware of.
Mental conditions: After the death of her mother, Jude was diagnosed with Intermittent Explosive Disorder due to her anger issues spiraling out of control. She begrudgingly got some treatment for it, but Jude still has a temper and deals with controlling her anger on a day to day basis.
Vices: Plenty; Jude has been a regular smoker since her early teens, it's surprising she hasn't blackened a lung just yet. She's an avid fan of alcohol and drugs, but tries to exhibit some self control.

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Name: Daisuke Tanaka
Region: Asia
Country: Japan
Face Claim: TBD

 

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  Claire Jeanette Levesque​

  
  Claire ▸ A Levesque family name of French origin. The name traditionally means "illustrious" and "enlightened"
  Jeanette ▸ 'Jeanette' is an English name meaning "grace" and "kindness". Jeanette is also Claire's mother's middle name.
  Levesque ▸ From Norman origins, the last name of Levesque means "Bishop" or "royalty"
  
  Code Name
  Bluebird ▸ Claire is proud to have her code name be 'Bluebird'. Historically, Canadian women who fought in WWII, specifically in the medical settings, were nicknamed 'Bluebirds' partially for their blue uniforms but mainly due to their natural grace, intelligence, and resilience in times of hardship, much like the tiny bird itself. For Claire, her code name is a symbol of Canadian women's pride but also of her own pride in herself.
  
  Region of Origin
  Quebec, Canada, North America
  
  Age
  19 ▸ Born April 9th, 2001. Claire is an Aries.
  
  Gender Identity
  Cisgender female
  
  Sexual Orientation
  Bisexual
  
  Ethnicity
  Caucasian
  
  Nationality
  Canadian
  
  Religion
  Agnostic
  
  
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  VISAGE

  
  
  Height
  5’3”
  
  Weight
  135lbs
  
  Physical Build
  Although short in stature, Claire is a well built woman. She is naturally an endomorph, leading her to be curvaceous around the hips and chest. Claire is physically strong, especially in her legs and upper arms, though she lacks a lot of visible definition.
  
  Hair
  Claire has her mother’s hair. It is medium in length, sitting just below her shoulder blades in its naturally straight texture or in slight waves, and a deep brown in colour. Her hair often lightens in the summer, revealing red undertones that are often muted in the cold winter months.
  
  Eyes
  Claire’s eyes are one of the most memorable features of her face. Almond in shape and a light blue-grey in colour, they are difficult to forget. Her eyes have been described as piercing, especially by people who have gotten on her bad side.
  
  Skin
  Claire’s rosy skin is pale in colour and rather clear in complexion. Outside of a few blemishes and freckles here and there, her skin remains without many imperfections in her books. She never tans, burning quite quickly in exposed sunlight without proper protection.
  
  Dominant Hand
  Left
  
  Skills
  Polyglot ▸ Over the years, Claire has developed a knack for speaking languages. Her native language is French, followed closely by English. She is also fluent in Spanish, Standard Arabic, Russian, and Mandarin. Even with six languages under her belt, Claire is still learning new languages and is currently learning Portuguese and Italian.
  
  Knowledgeable in social psychology and political psychology ▸ Claire loves the human mind and how to use it to her advantage. She is especially good at understanding how people interact with others in social or political settings. She knows what makes people tick, how to make the mind work against itself. If she was a person of evil, Claire would make an excellent villain. Instead, she uses her knowledge and natural skill with people to help others and get jobs done to benefit society.
  
  Social Intelligence ▸ Claire reads people like they are books. Very little escapes Claire's watchful eye and intelligent mind. She is incredible at the unspoken language, focusing on body movements and expressions to tell her what she needs to know. She is also very good at knowing when and how to manipulate people to get what she needs. She is a thespian of sorts, always changing herself when she is on the job to fit the needs of a target very well. Even when she is not acting and is just being herself, Claire is excellent at making and keeping friends and allies due to her naturally trustworthy and intelligent disposition that makes her known as a valuable person to have on your side.
  
  Political & Legal knowledge ▸ Growing up with a politician father and a lawyer mother means that Claire has a very good grasp of how the legal and political systems work. She keeps in tune with global politics and the forever changing legal systems of the world, making her a valuable person to have when working internationally.
  
  Actress ▸ When Claire wants to, she can become anyone. She is excellent at concealing herself and pretending to be someone she is not, mostly thanks to her high levels of social intelligence and background in politics and psychology. Claire can read people and change herself to make herself seem more trustworthy or intimidating, depending on what the situation calls for. This skill can be difficult to notice if you do not know Claire as she is very good at making the transition seem natural.
  
  Problem Solver ▸ Challenges are Claire's favourite things. She loves a good puzzle that makes her think and she can solve problems very quickly. She is good at finding patterns and connections in things to solve issues. Claire is also good at solving social problems and always acts as a mediator when she can to come to a conclusion efficiently and thoroughly. Claire doesn't stop until the problem she is faced with is solved.
  
  Self defense ▸ Claire had to learn basic self defense in her childhood due to her high-profile parents, specifically in taekwondo and judo. While she doesn't exactly love fighting, she is quite good at it due to her nimble nature and quick thinking skills. Claire can protect herself if needed but tends to defer the fighting to others, preferring to fight with her words and mind than with her fists.
  
  Face Claim
  Danielle Rose Russell
  
  
  

  MEDICAL

  
  
  Vision
  Claire has near perfect eyesight. A victim of migraines, Claire’s vision in her left eye is affected when she is in the middle of a migraine, lines of darkness shooting through her vision that leaves her mostly unable to see from her left eye.
  
  Blood Type
  O-
  
  Physical Conditions
  Migraines ▸ Claire has suffered with migraines nearly all of her life. They come out of nowhere, often triggered by intense floral scents or strong perfumes. The pain begins on the left side of her head, a tingling sensation running down her cheek and jaw leaving her numb to touch. The final stage of the migraine is aura, her vision in her left eye becoming distorted with black lines through her line of sight. Along with the headache, she also experiences extreme fatigue and nausea. Claire is on medication for this issue and she has not had a debilitating attack in over a year.
  
  Mental Conditions
  N/A
  
  Vice(s)
  Alcohol ▸ Although she doesn’t drink often, Claire really enjoys having a drink and relaxing. When she is incredibly stressed and finds herself having some downtime, she often has a drink or two to unwind. This is not an excessive problem for her.
  
  Sleep ▸ Claire loves sleeping. She hates early mornings and would much rather stay in bed and snooze away instead of getting up first thing in the morning. Claire is an active person once she is awake but she is known to take advantage of her spare time, often lounging on sofas or in comfortable spots.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  PERSONA

  
  
  
  Intelligent ▸ Everyone who knows Claire knows that she is incredibly smart, both in her academics and in the real world. Her mind is sharp and her tongue sharper, Claire always thinks three steps ahead. She is a fast learner, picking up on new skills quickly and being able to put them to use. She is a master-of-none type of person: her mental arsenal is filled to the brim with knowledge and skills but Claire does not consider herself to be truly perfect at anything and is always willing to learn.
  
  Witty ▸ Little slips past Claire. She is perceptive and excellent at putting things together. Mind games are her specialty, twisting thoughts and words around in her favour. Claire also enjoys challenging situations that require her to think quickly on her feet as she works best under pressure. Claire is resourceful, using what she has in her skillset and what is around her to figure things out and knows that she cannot fix every problem alone.
  
  Charming ▸ After years of impressing the rich and powerful, Claire knows how to work her angles to impress people. She has immense social intelligence, knowing what to say and when to keep people on her side. Claire carries herself like a woman that knows what she’s doing, even if she is completely lost. She always likes to play herself up in social gatherings, especially when there are stakes involved.
  
  Tough ▸ Claire does not allow anyone to push her around. She may not be the strongest fighter in the world but her mind is sharper than any blade. Claire is brave and does not back down from a challenge, be it a physical or a mental one. She lends her strength to those who need it in desperate times and will always take a hit in favour of someone else getting hurt.
  
  Stubborn ▸ Giving up is not something that Claire has ever done. She doesn't know how to back down and call it quits, even when it is entirely necessary. While this is a good trait when times get tough, Claire often burns herself out by overworking herself out of spite and a refusal to give up.
  
  Controlling ▸ Claire likes to be in control and can become irritable when she is not listened to. She is good at being in the lead and is very well aware that being a follower is her weakest ability. She has a bad habit of becoming independent if she is placed in a follower’s role in a group, acting on her own which can make her difficult to work with. Claire is attempting to change this but it often happens subconsciously.
  
  Sarcastic ▸ Those who are not familiar with Claire may think she is rude or condescending when they first meet her. Claire’s tone is very sarcastic and filled with ironic phrases. This trait can be suppressed when she is trying to impress people but when she is fully comfortable around someone, the sarcasm comes out and can catch people off guard as it is very different from her typically charming and elegant demeanor.
  
  Skeptical ▸ Claire takes nothing at face value. She constantly asks questions, analyzing every situation she is in. This can come across as her being distrusting which, in a sense, is true. Claire knows that not everything she is told is true and not everyone she comes across wishes her well so, to protect herself, she has become a skeptic who questions everything.
  
  
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  History

  
  
  
  Claire Jeanette Levesque was born on April 9th, 2001 in Quebec City, Canada as the first and only child to politician Joseph and lawyer Laurie Levesque. Born nearly four weeks premature, Claire had a difficult start in life. There were many long nights spent at the hospital with Claire, her life hanging in the balance. Luckily, after a six week hospital stay, Claire was healthy enough to go home.
  
  Growing up, Claire faced little hardship. She was born into the upper class, being raised on a beautiful property just outside of historic Quebec City. Her early years were spent with her mother, who took a break from her law firm to raise her daughter, often playing outside or riding horses. Claire was an active child, always doing something and never being able to sit still. She had a particular fondness for reading, grasping the ability to read ahead of the typical developmental curve and nearly always having a book in her hand.
  
  Socialization was quite different for the daughter of one of Canada’s most influential politicians. Her father often held company of power and riches, typically other politicians like himself. The Levesque family mansion became a prime spot for meetings and gatherings and, with her often being home during the day, Claire got to know many of these people. Claire was a little people pleaser when she was young, loving to make people smile and laugh even from a young age. As she began to grow up, Claire began to tire of entertaining adults in their sitting room though she continued being a group favourite, befriending many of the politicians’ children and assisting many of their wives. She even began to attend galas and more public events with her father, eventually being almost widely as known as the man himself.
  
  Private school welcomed Claire and it became very obvious that Claire was highly intelligent. She skipped the second grade and began taking classes for the academically gifted. Many children would have hated the academic pressure but Claire thrived. She was always looking for something to enrich her mind, falling madly in love with languages and the social sciences. By the time she was thirteen, she was fluent in French, English, German, and Norwegian with near proficiency in Spanish and Italian. She proved to be good at maths and sciences as well, though Claire really disliked doing them. Her love of academics continued well throughout high school, leading her to graduate at seventeen.
  
  Claire went from highschool to attending the University of Toronto, studying advanced psychology with a major in political sciences. She wanted to be like her father: influential, kind, and intelligent. She saw problems in the world and wanted to fix them herself, being the woman of action that she is.
  
  Tragedy struck during Claire’s freshman year of university. Her father, who had been a front runner for the Prime Minister of Canada, was killed in a horrible car accident. Joseph had been Claire’s best friend and her number one supporter and his death left her destroyed. She became a husk of herself, flunking out of university and moving back to Quebec City with her mother. Her world was empty and without purpose. The public hounded the grieving widow and daughter but eventually, the remaining Levesques faded from the spotlight.
  
  Two months after Joseph’s funeral, a report was leaked regarding the events surrounding his death. There was reason to believe that his death was no accident as his car had been tampered with. Claire was furious and, along with her mother, begged the police to open up a proper investigation. They refused on the claim that there was not enough evidence to support a malicious attack and turned Claire and her mother away.
  
  But if Claire Levesque was good at one thing it was taking things into her own hands.
  
  Claire launched her own investigation, working to figure out what happened to her father. She worked tirelessly, travelling across Quebec and Ontario by herself to talk to people of interest. She met with people, gathered evidence, compiled motives.The police demanded she stop what she was doing but Claire refused to quit, racing against the police to solve the crime. And, after six long months, Claire cracked the case. Her father had indeed been killed by a car mechanic who had been paid handsomely by one of his opponents to get rid of him. Joseph had taken his spot in the running and, in retaliation, his opponent wanted him gone. Evidence in hand, Claire forced the police to make an arrest and after a month long trial, the opponent and the mechanic were both found guilty.
  
  Life had begun going back to normal. With her father’s cause of death secured, Claire began to resume being a normal college student. But before long, another change occurred. Claire was being watched by Carbon. They were impressed with her social skills and intelligence, as exemplified by her work on her father’s case at such a young age. Her proficiency in languages and social psychology along with her firsthand experience in politics while growing up made her an asset. Eventually, they asked her to join their group. Claire was uncertain how to feel and originally refused to join. But after some time of thinking, Claire decided that she would give the whole spy thing a try and accepted their offer just days after her 19th birthday.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  Full Name: Bailey Brooks
  
  Code Name: Vostok
  
  Place of Origin: Antarctica
  
  Age: 18
  
  Gender identity: Cis Male
  
  Sexual orientation: Gay
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  Nationality: Australian
  
  Religion: Atheist
  
  Face Claim: Théophile Comelli
  
  Height: 6'0" | 183 cm
  
  Weight: 130 lbs | 59 kg
  
  Physical Build: Bailey is taller than average, slender, and carries himself in a poised manner.
  
  Hair: His hair is a sandy blond and slightly wavy. He keeps it cut on the shorter-medium side and parted slightly off to the side.
  
  Eyes: Bailey's eyes are a gunmetal blue, round, and deceitfully innocent.
  
  Skin: His skin is pale in color and has pink undertones. When he blushes, it's obvious.
  
  
  Skills:
  Multilingual; Bailey knows a few languages including English, French, Spanish, Italian, Russian, and Japanese. He's familiar with some Latin and is currently studying Arabic, German, and Mandarin Chinese but doesn't consider himself fluent yet.
  
  Memory; He's always had a pretty good one.
  
  Intelligence; In general, Bailey is much smarter than the average person. He's incredibly quick when recalling facts, problem-solving, and communicating effectively.
  
  Keeping his composure; His coldness can come in handy. It keeps him and others involved calm.
  
  Dominant Hand: While Bailey prefers to use his right hand, he technically is ambidextrous.
  
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  After spending the entire duration of his lifetime around scientists, Bailey's own intelligence hasn't gone unrecognized by those around him. It instills him with both an irritating confidence and the inability to admit that he's made a mistake. Failure isn't something he's used to. Fortunately for him and his employer, rarely does that happen. In order to insure that even further, Bailey does have a tendency to overtake projects, finishing them by himself. Working with others isn't exactly his strong suit and it's something he needs more experience with. He's blunt and generally unhelpful when he is in a rush to get things done. However, if someone asks nicely he might be willing to sit down and work with them on whatever it is they need assistance with. He's cold, but not completely rigid. Bailey enjoys spending time with other people and actually doesn't like to be alone.
  
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  Vision: He does not have perfect vision, but with correctional equipment such as contacts or glasses, Bailey does have perfect vision. In addition, he isn't rendered completely useless without correction.
  
  Blood Type: AB+
  
  Physical conditions: Bailey's positive qualities aren't reliant on his physical condition. While he isn't all in poor health and he's actually rather graceful, physical activities are not his strong suit. In addition, he has a severe case of asthma.
  
  Mental conditions: Bailey is most impactful when he is allowed to use his brain. He is confirmed to have a genius IQ and is generally resilient but with that comes some demerits. Bailey is a perfectionist, which can be derailing.
  
  Vice(s): Usually, Bailey doesn't like to be rendered mentally incapacitated but alcohol does a hell of a job at keeping you warm.
  
  
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  Most children with odd birth stories end up talking about how made their entrance into the world in the back of a taxi on the way to the hospital. Bailey Brooks was not one of those children. Instead, he gets to tell the story about he was both conceived at and born in the Casey Station in Antarctica. On November 22nd, Bailey was born in the Australian research station and subsequently named after the Bailey Peninsula.
  
  Because both of his parents were citizens of Australia, that was where he was also awarded citizenship to. Bailey spent a lot of time down in Antarctica with his parents, who are scientists. He was home schooled by them since their need to be in Antarctica for long periods of time wouldn't have allowed Bailey to attend school. Evidently they did something right, as he’s taken the tests to confirm his genius IQ. It had been confidence boost, but his parents always pushed him to do something more than to sit around and brag.
  
  In Antarctica he'd done his fair share of research. Multiple papers of his have been published on topics such as the wildlife and the impact of climate change. His favorite article he wrote was on the abandoned Wilkes Station.
  
  Between honing in on his brain and his big projects, Bailey hardly got the chance to interact with people his age. The desire to do so was what made him finally bite the bullet and tell his parents that he was going to apply to schools. Of course, they were supportive. They always had been, but were the perpetrators that kept him from a normal childhood and gave him the disease of the Gifted Kids. Aka, a shade of social ineptitude.
  
  It was only when Bailey began to universities that Carbon noticed him. He had an impressive academic resume, after all. They had a chance to scoop up a rarity like him before the entire world was gawking at him. And, with no real idea of where life was leading him, Bailey accepted.
  

 

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Name

Angel Lei (Lei Tao Jun)

Age

Seventeen

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Region

Asia

Country

Macau

Nationality

Macanese

Ethnicity

Chinese

Religion

Atheist

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Height

178cm | 5'11

Weight

67kg | 147lbs

Build

Lean & athletic, a dancer's build that lends itself to high agility and speed, along with subtle but effective tone to his muscle. Can be mistaken for being thinner than he is when wearing loose clothes, thanks to a delicate bone structure.

Eyes

Dark Brown; a wide, deep-set pair with a clear quality to them that makes doe-eyed a fitting description.

Hair

Natural Black; often dyed but typically doesn't stray far from the brown range, except for the one time he decided bright blue was cool.

Skin

Pale, though not so much that he looks sick. Mostly smooth & hardly tans.

Face Claim

Justin Huang (Huang Min Hao)

physical.

Vision

20/20

Dominant Hand

Right

Blood Type

O+

Physical Conditions

- Having injured himself fairly recently, Angel's left ankle and shoulder currently aren't working as well as they normally would.

- Strong smells, even ones that are typically considered pleasant, can often cause long-lasting migraines for Angel. Sudden or continuous exposure to loud noises and bright lights can have the same effect, but not usually to the same degree.

Mental Conditions

- Angel suffers from frequent sleep paralysis, particularly during the times when his insomnia hits hardest. The problem started in his early teens and is looking pretty chronic by this point.

Vices

- None; he does drink, but not nearly enough to call it alcoholism. Cigarette smoke gives him headaches even second-hand, so he's not inclined to try it at all, and drugs are simply a no-go in his book.

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Recruiter's Notes
An unusual mix of sweet-tempered & volatile. It's advisable to be wary of unexpected and possibly dangerous actions in initial stages, even if observed behavior doesn't warrant caution.

Personality Overview
Typically, Angel is a fairly soft, charming character that lives up to his name, much unlike the aloof countenance you might expect purely off appearances. Carrying himself with a lighthearted air, he often comes off as amicable, even endearing, upon first impression. With a bright disposition, boyish demeanor and cheerful sociability, Angel has an attractive presence that makes it difficult to dislike him, whether he's your usual cup of tea or not.

Clean-cut & pretty, isn't it?

But if that was all there is to him, Angel wouldn't be here. Well, at least, not in the way he arrived ⁠— namely, being dropped off by a police-escorted vehicle that should have sent him to juvenile detention.

Angel indeed has a pleasant nature, but he also has one other defining characteristic: unpredictability. A thrill-seeker with ruthless tendencies in competition (or, rather, what he considers competition), he has an underlying intensity that surfaces in flashes, seemingly contradictory to his usual mood yet somehow coming together with it to form the complete, complex and rather inexplicable persona that is Angel Lei.

If there had to be one exception to that rule, however, it would be Angel's loyalty to people. He's not easy to win over, being far more cautious and cynical than his youthful temperament might imply, but once you've got him, you've got him for good. It would take the most terrible of betrayals for Angel to turn his back on a relationship of mutual trust. Testing that out, however, isn't recommended.

Positives

Engaging
Empathetic
Fearless
Observant
Adaptable

Negatives

Cunning
Mercurial
Wilful
Competitive
Cynical

Languages

Chinese (Multiple Dialects)
Hokkien (Self-Taught, Fluent)
English
Portuguese (Self-Taught, Barely Fluent)

Skills

- Advanced Mental Arithmetic
Angel is a king of probabilities. What the layman might see as an uncanny ability to predict things boils down to simple (in his opinion) counting & calculations. Even the abstract can become quantifiable with enough data, at least with Angel's unusual way of processing information.

- Astute Social Skills
Body language, speech patterns, personal tics; he's catches on to these swiftly and adapts accordingly. His approach to people shares much of the same basics, perhaps surprisingly, as the one he takes to math. People are just equations formed by the factors of their circumstance, after all.

- Strong Willpower
Angel's short but intense stint under police interrogation has proven that, if nothing else, he's a tough nut to crack. His mental fortitude is one of the few benefits of his rough past and trumps a majority of the people in his age group with ease.

- High Spatial Awareness
A natural aptitude combined with nurtured habits of observation has given Angel an impressive understanding of his surroundings and the elements within them. You can expect him to be able to grasp the layout of a building and figure out his or others' relative position quickly.

- Proficiency in Parkour
A hobby inspired by one too many YouTube videos. He has broken more than a couple bones while trying it out, but he'd say it's worth it to feel as cool as one does during a run.

- Knife Handling Skills
A combination of cooking often and having the unfortunate tendency to get caught in street fights has left Angel pretty adept at handling blades. He's not a master, of course, but he holds his own.

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As far as parents go, Angel has only ever had one. His arrival to the world had been timed, in a twist of fate, just a few hours or so after his father's departure from it. Angel doesn't know much about the man beyond his face, his name and that his death left his family in a terrible, inescapable debt.

His mother toiled away from dusk til dawn every day to keep the loan sharks haunting her family satisfied. Angel is told that she was once bright and vivacious, a promising youth in her own right. But the woman who raised him, although loving, was tired and beaten down by life ⁠— and that was unfortunately all her son got to see of her.

Faced with the silent, uneasy atmosphere at home, Angel naturally sought an escape, an adventure in the outside world. He found this thanks to a family friend, Alan, a dealer working for one of Macau's largest casinos and the closest thing to a father figure he had. While helping to babysit, Alan decided, rather irresponsibly, that it would be a good idea to let the boy accompany him to a neighborhood gambling place.

Angel was absolutely fascinated by what he saw there. He would constantly beg for Alan to bring him along and, when he grew older, to let him join in. Occasionally, they would let him, just adults indulging a kid's naive excitement.

The first time he won, they laughed and called it luck. The second time he won, they marveled at his precocious understanding of the rules. The third time he won, they began to doubt that this was really a coincidence. The dozens and dozens of times after that, they were forced to accept that, somehow, they had let a monstrous kid into the ring.

While they were busy being perplexed, Angel was finding it utterly fun. The best part was that it brought in money, something his mom clearly needed desperately, and which he had long been intent on making, one way or another.

Quickly, he went from playing with just the friendly uncles from his street to their acquaintances to strangers. Whenever the current batch of players got too easy, he sought to move on to other, more dangerous opponents. Angel thrived on the feeling of crushing the competition, especially that ego-feeding look on the loser's face when they realized they had been lured into a heavy loss or bluffed out of their clear win.

As one can imagine, this brought him a lot of problems. Men getting angry over losing their money, trying to beat him up or chase him down for his perceived sin, quickly became a regular occurrence before Angel even turned fifteen. Rather than back off, this pushed him to fall in with bad crowds as he sought protection, eventually landing him in a makeshift gang comprised of mostly older teens.

That was where he met Dennis, the wayward youngest from a family who owned multiple casinos — including the one Alan worked for. This was when his life took its second big turn. The older boy saw a shiny, cool thing to brag about in Angel, and liked to make him play with some of the more serious, experienced players he knew. This not only allowed Angel to improve by leaps & bounds, but also put him in the sights of Dennis's father, James Cheung.

One day, an invitation arrived from the older Mr Cheung. There's someone who wants to play a round with you, it said, don't worry, it'll take place in a VIP backroom. You'll be paid even if you lose. Now, was that completely illegal, considering Angel's age? Yes. Was he about to refuse because of that little triviality? Of course not.

That poker game was against a professional gambler whom, as Angel would later learn, had been indignant to be told that he could possibly lose to a tiny kid. Angel did, in fact, win that day, though admittedly by virtue of his opponent's underestimation of him. Mr Cheung was more than pleased. 'Like father like son' was clearly a very accurate phrase, for Angel quickly went from Dennis's "cute toy that does a cool trick" to the Cheung family casino's.

He wasn't complaining. Not at all. The money was more than a little helpful to his mom, despite the person-in-question's dislike for the path her son was going down. If there was a downside, it would be the increasingly frequent arguments between her and Alan over what to make of the situation.

Whether it was because he benefited from his connection to Angel or genuinely thought this was good for the kid, Alan thankfully managed to keep his mom from interfering. Though he felt guilty about going against his mom's wishes, to Angel, this was the only way he could think of to get them out of debt, and him enjoying it was just a convenient plus.

Things were looking up for Angel... until the third and worst twist of his life came.

He came home late that day, but the door wasn't locked. There was an eeriness about that night's silence, and something felt suddenly and terribly off. As he walked with heavy steps to the kitchen — the only room where the lights were on — a color that didn't belong on that floor became obvious: crimson. Realization hit Angel the same time as panic did. He rushed to call for help, but by the time the ambulance arrived, all they could do was feel sorry for the boy kneeling next to his mother's bloodied, lifeless body.

Alan took charge of the funeral processes and offered to take Angel in until he came of age. Police didn't investigate far into the incident, writing it off as a robbery though it clearly wasn't. Why would they put in any effort? She was a nobody. Angel didn't have enough energy within him either to really think about who did it, not for those few days. It was, once again, Alan to bring this topic up first.

Maybe it was the loan sharks, the man suggested. Or, maybe, it was the Cheungs. His mother wanted to stop him from working for them, after all. Maybe they found it threatening, somehow. Neither of those explanations made much sense. His mom had been giving away plenty of money to the former & Angel wasn't nearly important enough in the scheme of things for the latter group. But Alan kept rambling on and on about it.

He was so intent on arriving to a conclusion. His intonation was so carefully sad when he brought up his mother. He made eye contact for far longer than necessary. He always asked for Angel's agreement, not his opinion. His fists were clenched throughout the conversation, not out of anger, not out of grief, but anxiety.

Angel immediately understood who his mother's murderer was.

The utter disgust and rage he felt can't be described in words, but Angel had smiled then. Do you want to help me? He had asked Alan. I think the Cheungs did it, and I want revenge. The man was pleasantly surprised by this development, and even more so by the plan. Angel would steal not only money, but bank account information from Mr Cheung's office on his next game in the casino. He would pass it to Alan, who could leave the country and send him the money back in parts while keeping the rest.

In conclusion, Angel would take on all the risk from the theft itself as well as the risk that he might not even get any rewards. It was a plan that wouldn't be acceptable for anyone, much less a gambler, and one that should have sparked suspicion in any smart man. On top of that, it was a plan that, when you really thought about it, couldn't possibly work.

The money could indeed be stolen. Angel had seen Mr Cheung open that small safe in the office enough times to deduce the password. But how could he know that there would be the information he needed in the office? Even if there was, how could he know how to retrieve it? The simple answer was that he couldn't. But Alan was fool enough to assume that genius is omnipotent and confident in his authority over the boy he'd helped raised. He readily agreed.

For his next backroom poker game, Angel had been asked to lose. The idea was that he'd get paid for making the "mistake" of going all-in at a crucial moment, thus helping another player win. What really happened instead was that he folded that round, and then ate up quite a portion of the astronomical amounts of money available, before cheerily leaving under the blazing eyes of Mr Cheung. Was that necessary to his plan? No. But it was going to be his last time at this table, so he'd thought he'd have fun with it.

As usual, he was asked to go to the old man's office afterward, which he did without protest. There, he stole the cash from the safe as promised, mixing it in with the money he'd just earned from the game, leaving only a thousand dollars or so for future purposes. Slipping a thumb drive full of nothing into that same envelope, he left the room with the excuse of needing the washroom, went down to the employees' quarters, handed it over to the elated Alan, then went right out the backdoor of the casino.

He waited patiently for Mr Cheung's men to come knocking angrily on him door, made a show of reluctantly telling them who the cash was with, the exact details of that person's departure from the country and how they should probably go drag him back right now before he could escape. The emphasis was on the point that poor little him had been forced into this. That the real traitor to their boss, and therefore the person who they should be shoving into a hot cement barrel and throwing into the sea, was that evil man making off with the money.

And after getting this point across, he ran, unfortunately falling from a less-than ideal height in the process, straight to the police station. Taking out the cash that he'd kept previously, he happily confessed to the dumbfounded officers that he was a thief. Arrest me quickly, he'd insisted, I really should be going to jail. Where he'd be safe from the Cheung family's wrath.

He had been literally one car ride away from the perfect finish to that plan when Carbon approached him. They had originally been considering him based on his reputation in the gambling circles, and his latest antics only solidified the idea that he had enough guts for the job. Angel hadn't really been impressed by their offer of saving him from juvenile detention, but being protected by a worldwide organization was tempting. Besides, he figured, it might be fun.

background.

tracking: TS_0004

location: macau, macau
22.1987° N, 113.5439° E

codebytriples

 

[illegallyblonde]

i still

feel alive

• .
• .
• .
• .

• lost

  in the in-between
  or so it seems
  i'm out of
  control
• full name:

  francesca maribel villa (frankie, franny, fran)

  
  
  

  code name:

  polaris
  
  (as in the northern pole star, used frequently when seafaring)

  
  
  

  region of origin:

  europe (cudillero, spain)

  
  
  

  age:

  18 (11/19, scorpio)

  
  
  

  gender identity:

  cis female

  
  
  

  sexual orientation:

  heterosexual

  
  
  

  ethnicity:

  moroccan

  
  
  

  nationality:

  spanish

  
  
  

  religion:

  catholic

  
  
  

  face claim:

  mina el hammani

  
  
  

  height:

  5'5''

  
  
  

  weight:

  110 lbs-ish

  
  
  

  physical build:

  slim fit, the body of a surfer and a hardworking girl. her legs are strong and lean, and her figure is toned. this is not necessarily on purpose, but because of her laborious lifestyle.

  
  
  

  hair:

  francesca's hair could be considered her most noticeable, and best, feature. curly, yet with quite a thin texture, shiny and bouncy.

  
  
  

  eyes:

  rich, earthy brown; expressive and intense. they are set beneath angular, thick brows.

  
  
  

  skin:

  her skin is tanned, a medium tone, and exceptionally clear. her arms and shoulders are sunburned more often than not, though her face isn't prone to any blemishes. by the end of the summer, she may end up with a few freckles sprayed across her nose, but they disappear quickly. her lips are especially pinkish.

  
  
  

  skills:

  navigation:

  as the daughter of a fisherman, and a fishergirl herself, she has no choice but to learn navigational skills. be it using a compass, map, gps, or celestial objects, she can seafare with proficient ability. she is also proficient in triangulation methods and reading coordinates, which can also be helpful on land.

  
  
  climbing+swimming:

  climbing comes in handy when tying masts and scaling the lighthouse. daily, francesca hauls herself up onto boats and down from sails. swimming is a given- as an avid surfer and beach-goer, she spends nearly every day in the water.

  
  
  indentifying flora and fauna:

  this skill comes in handy when indentifying poisonous/venomous organisms and which ones are edible, medicinal, etc. she knows all about plants and animals (including insects), especially fish and other sea creatures, of course.

  
  
  sailing:

  this skill is quite obvious. though fishing machinery and sailboats are her preferred vehicles, she can pilot just about any boat. she surfs frequently as well (if we are including a surfboard as a vehicular device??).

  
  
  

  dominant hand:

  right
• personality:

  pragmatic:

  with a level-headed and realistic mindset, francesca observes all options before making a decision. it is crucial for her to think things through before completing a task. when you go boating, you have to know the weather, the spawning points, and the current before you step foot onboard. she prepares herself each time she goes fishing, having all of her ducks in a row. as a rational person, she is truthful with herself and others, which makes her a bad liar.

  
  
  steadfast:

  because francesca processes and plans so carefully, when she sets out to do something, she does in completely and whole-heartedly. she immerses herself in the task at hand and finishes it the way she intends. once francesca has made a decision, there is no convincing her otherwise. obviously, this can make her quite stubborn and resistant to sway her opinion.

  
  
  protective:

  francesca is fiercely loyal and will not abandon those that are especially close to her. growing up in a small fishing village, her small group of ragtag friends was all she had . when her mother passed, her father was all she had. this may come to a fault at times; she can become so preservative of her loved ones to a point where she may be overbearing. francesca is defensive, and wary when challenged. she has trust issues when first meeting people that she doesn’t know, especially those who come from prominent and/or wealthy backgrounds.

  
  
  cautious:

  fran has lived a quiet and discrete beach bum life. she doesn’t go out searching for trouble. while her friends stole away to the lighthouse and trespassed into gated communities, francesca simply frowned at them. the girl does not wish to disappoint or cause concern anyone, especially her father. she could not afford to cause any concern growing up- francesca couldn’t afford to lose what she had. francesca won’t risk losing those things. as mentioned before, she tends to be wary around acquaintances and finds it difficult opening up- she is careful of what she shares with others outside of her friend group. at first, she can even come across as shy. fran is careful with what she says, not wanting to offend anyone or kill good vibes. frankie’s may be here for a good time, but not a dangerous time.

  
  

  
  
  

  vision:

  20/20, though she's never been to an optometrist before, so she wouldn't know- all fran's worried about is if her eyeballs work or not.

  
  
  

  blood type:

  a+

  
  
  

  physical conditions:

  heart disease runs through her mother's side of the family, though she hasn't had any issues with her own heart. her eczema flares up occasionally.

  
  
  

  mental conditions:

  GAD, dermatilomania (manifestation of part of her anxiety)

  
  
  

  vices:

  naive at times, willful when she needs to be, moves/organizes other's personal belongings without asking, only speaks spanish and english with a heavy accent because foreign language courses were not offered at her high school.
• history:

  the fisherman’s daughter’s narrative would not be considered an exceptionally riveting nor inspiring one, but it sure was a pleasantly boring tale. yet, francesca was perfectly happy with her life and had accepted her fate when the automated voice message from carbon greeted her. suddenly, her life didn’t seem so dull anymore.
  
  the happy newlyweds gael villa and maribel peña enjoyed undemanding lives in the fishing village of the municipality of cudillero, located in the principality of asturias, spain. though the village’s economy primarily thrived off of tourism, cudillero also held a large fishing industry for the locals. the villas had spent nearly all of their savings on a quiet wedding in madrid, but gael insisted on residing in their childhood hometown of cudillero to be closer to his own family. mr. villa owned a fishery and tackle shop, located directly on the shoreline, and frequently rented out the spare bay and flats boats.
  
  the couple soon after welcomed francesca maribel villa, endearingly named after her mother. gael inherited his own father’s fishery after his passing, and the small family now ran the shop. unfortunately, francesca’s mother passed away when fran was four from heart disease. it was difficult finding proper medical care for maribel because of the limited medical resources in the fishing village, as well as what little money the had to spare on treatment expenses. a devastated gael fell into a depression, though was able to maintain the fishery with help from family friends who aided by managing boat rentals, cleaning, and maintaining the machinery. gael recovered from his depression a year later, and his life returned to a new normal.
  
  francesca’s childhood was blissfully predictable, and she preferred it that way. little frankie was happy within her bubble off the northern coast of spain. she was enrolled in the local elementary school and quickly excelled amongst her peers. she didn’t have much of a choice though- her father was always counting on her to do her best at her schoolwork so that she would have an exciting future, to earn a scholarship and go to university in madrid. frankie became quick friends with an eclectic group of kids: emilio, tristán, and beatriz. the four grew up childhood best friends and spent every day after school together (that is, when frankie wasn’t helping her father out at the tackle shop, or cleaning up the boats).
  
  the four were a group of typical surfer kids, kicking it on the beach with their rusty motorboats, stealing french wine from tristán’s family’s marketplace, and getting drunk on the shore. they slept over at each other’s houses almost every night, and divulged in messing with the tourists that passed through. they were inseparable, as they had grown up so close and had spent their entire lives together. they had a strict friend code: no dating amongst each other, and no aligning themselves with the rich kids that lived offshore. though frankie considered the idea of a relationship with emilio, nothing ever occurred- the rules were there for a reason; so that nothing would come between them. the four were close friends and that was all.
  
  though, francesca’s future loomed in front of her. emilio and beatriz had no intention of leaving cudillero. they enjoyed the beach life and the simple living and weren’t interested in pursuing a higher education when everything they wanted was here in cudillero. tristán, however, had dreams to leave spain to study in france to become a doctor, though he realized it might never be possible because of his family’s market, and how they needed him to stay to manage the shop to take over the family business. francesca was in a similar situation herself, but she didn’t want to leave. it was more of her own father’s idea. gael wanted her to go to university, which was why he had pressured her over the years to excel in school. both francesca and tristán were great friends, but they had always had a rivalry, pushing each other in their schoolwork, so that francesca would be able to fulfill her dad’s wishes, and tristán could attain his own.
  
  that was when the one-time opportunity came up during the end of their senior year- a scholarship to the aix-marseille university in france. francesca, knowing that it had always been tristán’s dream, quietly forfeited the scholarship to her rival and best friend, and didn’t mention it to her father. francesca wasn’t as disappointed as gael was, but she knew it was for the best. even if she did earn the scholarship, her father was getting older, and he would need help managing the fishery and boat rentals. still, she couldn’t help but feel as though her life could have been more. she had grown up the top of her class, only to give it up to live a good, yet boring life of fish. No, it wasn’t ideal, but she could settle. her father was the most important person to her, and fran had to take care of him and his business first.
  
  it was summertime, and early that friday morning, emilio, beatriz, and francesca bid farewell to tristán as he packed his bags in the station wagon and took off to the tiny little airport where he would lead a bright future. after spending that morning surfing with emilio and beatriz, she retired to the bait and tackle fishing shop to take the afternoon orders. just as frankie was about to wrap up her shift and hang up her apron, a couple of operatives strode in looking to rent a discreet boat for a mission, though they had also come in looking for a certain someone.
  
  they were aware the girl was booksmart and had a propensity to identify local plants and creatures. perhaps carbon had taken a special liking to her physical fitness and stamina, with all of the climbing and rigging that was required of maintaining the boats. but she also had incredible navigation and directional skill when it came to traveling at sea and on land. francesca can use all sorts of tools, gadgets, and machinery. she’s observant, which comes from her analysis of dangerous waters or rough waves. most importantly, she’s willing to sacrifice herself for the betterment of her friends, her father, which will be important for surviving on a team. not to mention her knifework for butterflying fish is a plus. she appears to be a normal fisherman’s daughter on the outside, but beneath the surface she has hidden talents. A spy must be able to hide their true feelings and selves.
  
  fran received the message the following week, the hardrive deposited in the #5 slot of the boat key dropbox. she would have declined if her father hadn’t been so nosy and hadn’t found out about it. he convinced her that this was her last shot at a better life, and that he wanted her to take it. so she accepted, and her life was going to change.
  

code by fudgecakez

 

[JINNI]

Spoiler

the
stork

OPERATIVE DOSSIER

full name Verónica del Carmen
code name Stork
region of origin North America
age 18
gender Female
orientation Hetero
ethnicity Hispanic
nationality Mexican
religion Christian

Verónica stands proudly at 5'2 and 110 lbs. Every alluring stare is attributed to her deep-set eyes with smoky obsidian pupils that glimmer with jewel-like hue. From afar, her ivory skin is complimented by the black, long hair she loosely dons with brown highlights. Her facial features boast high cheekbones, a defined-jaw and full lips with a more pointy than not nose. You can see that her dominant hand is her right hand.

skills master of infiltrations.
quick-change - able to clandestinely change her appearance in a matter of 37 seconds or less, making use of either a pre-prepared outfit or articles near her vicinity.
acting - able to adopt a completely different persona according to what outfit she dons.
speedy - extremely fast limbs trained to walk and run faster than the normal human.
loose tongue - ability to learn a language and apply its accents, mannerisms, dialects, almost impeccably. learned languages are spanish, english, chinese, french, american sign language. affluent but can speak german and indian to a degree.
presence - skilled in suppressing her presence in order not to attract any attention or do the opposite. this is mostly done with how she presents herself through clothes, posture and speech, not necessarily a superpower.

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PERSONA

On the surface, Verónica doesn't often use words to communicate to other people if not necessary, usually opting for facial expressions and postures. She is the kind of dame who isn't piqued by social gatherings or gossip sessions. Instead, she prefers spending time on her own, perfecting her art of acting or doing something else productive. Verónica regards herself as a chameleon, sometimes even confusing herself by the heterogeneity of personas she dons on different occasions.

When given an order, Verónica doesn't question much. As a child, she had always agreed to whatever her parents had in store for her. Verónica gave no thought to whether it aligned with her interest and values or not. She had the passion to perfect anything thrown in her direction. It became her value that she always executed everything perfectly.

virtues loyalty, compassion, modesty
vices humorless, secrecy, short-sighted

vision 20/20 acuity
blood type ab positive

BIOGRAPHY

The del Carmen family had sent out many prominent figures from their bloodline that contributed to the growth of their family and country. Her aunt owns the leading hospital in the country, while her uncle engineered the odorless cigarette. They never failed to produce the best of the best. Juan de Carmen, Verónica's father, while very much prominent as the owner of one of the largest department stores in Mexico, wasn't lucky in the lineage department. He was infertile, unable to produce a lineage of his own. As a result, he had to adopt Verónica into the family when she was still a baby, per Maria-his wife's request.

Verónica lived a busy life as a child. Her parents made sure that she was taught by the best of tutors, able to speak four languages at the age of five years old. It didn't seem like her intellect stopped there. Verónica was always the top of the class, to her parent's satisfaction and her classmates' dismay. Even when other smart kids failed sports classes, Verónica stayed on top. As a child with so many extra lessons to attend, Verónica drifted away from her peers, opting to spend most of her time studying. She didn't want to bite the hand that fed her, constantly reminding herself that she was an adopted child.

After entering middle school, Verónica was bored. She could easily do college-level problems with the brilliant intellect she had. There was no challenge to be had anymore, so she branched out to learn more skills. This time to the more 'social' skills she lacked in her early life. Public speaking, etiquette, table manners, Verónica didn't take long to master the art of being modest and friendly. That was not all she learned, however, as her research went deeper and deeper. She concluded that other people could be manipulated at will.

Verónica was learning the art of coming across as genuine, even if she wasn't. She took acting lessons, which her parents happily agreed to. They thought Verónica wanted to be an actress, singer, a public figure. Verónica just wanted to be a store clerk. A cinema attendant. A newspaper seller in the sides of the street. A homeless person. She learned that she could adopt and embody various personas convincingly. Emma, Daphne, John, Blake. Verónica had these personas inside of herself and many more. Her language skills came in handy whenever she had to act like a foreigner. Before long, she was being monitored by Carbon. She took their eye as someone who could serve their missions very well, especially infiltration missions with her clever use of persona changes and intelligent mind.

© pasta

 

[Dream Weaver]

Spoiler

region : south america
country : brazil
face claim : reece king

 

[leviathan.]

lukas watanabe.

— it's not paranoia

if they're really out to get you.

THE THEORIST. 18. . north america division.

IDENTIFICATION
Full name: lukas harold watanabe
Code name: ICARUS
Region of origin: north america

FILE
Age: newly 18
Gender identity: male, he/him
Sexual orientation: home of sexual
Ethnicity: japanese-white
Nationality: american
Religion: agnostic, usually. sometimes it vacillates whenever he goes through a philosophical phase. converted to buddhism and back in his early teens, was a devout christian a la kierkegaard when he was 12. like i said, it vacillates. currently, he's pondering the merits of henotheism.

Face Claim: none. to that end, there are no good photos of lukas starting from the age of 7. he hates being photographed or catalogued or known in any regard. once wrestled a classmate to the ground (a feat for his noodly ass) for her phone and forcibly deleted a hastily taken snapchat with him in the background in middle school. no one really talked to him after that.
Height: six foot one
Weight: malnourished. 153 lbs
Physical Build: like an uncooked chicken. soft in the middle.
Hair: stringy black
Eyes: brown. nondescript. he wears glasses — blocky ones, generic.
Skin: smattering of acne and pale. he has a few stick and pokes on his legs from a 3am manic episode and he has a habit doodling on his skin in sharpie or pen when he's bored. you can probably see a faded grocery list or mathematical equation on the back of his hand.

Skills: polyglot fluent in english, japanese, russian, chinese, modern standard arabic, and korean. conversational in dari and urdu. rusty in french and spanish. learning persian for a project.
research analysis and articulation proficient in interpreting high volumes of intelligence and writing large-scale reports. fluent in multiple citation styles though the majority of his original work lives in the dark recesses of obscure online forums or has yet to see the light of day. he's submitted several papers for consideration to multiple journals, but they've been rejected on basis of his age & layman identity as well as the absurd conclusions they draw, no matter how backed up by data and rationally put they were. (and there was also the question of where he got his figures from. some of his intelligence gathering isn't exactly legal).
information security skills proficient in some areas of IT, including mid to high level hacking skills, mostly in breaching sites and cracking software. don't expect him to take down a network, but when he wants information behind a wall, lukas will weasel his way to it, no matter what.
dogged pursuit for the truth if you have information that lukas wants, be prepared to give it to him. he devises elaborate schemes to get the intelligence he wants from people he's never met, from pretending to be a student at their daughter's school to emailing from a spoofed address and if that doesn't work, expect your workphone to be inundated with calls, your socials to blow up with unread direct messages, and maybe you'll find a twitchy 18 year old boy who got your home address off google maps at your doorstep shouting at you to give him the drafts to a 2008 paper you wrote on the Ukrainian poppy. he's almost had charges pressed against him, multiple times, but that doesn't stop him. at all.
cryptographic experience lukas is paranoid. he hides his work in ciphers. unfortunately, he tends to leave his keys lying around.
excellent recall the human brain can have a data capacity of about 10-100 terabytes and lukas is determined to milk it for all it's worth.

Dominant Hand: ambidextrous he learned how to do it because what if he gets kidnapped or his left arm gets amputated or a cool boy at his school would think he's cool too if he could use both hands maybe colin would say that's really cool, dude and then he would say oh really i didn't realize except he totally did that's why he learned how to do it and he would give him a fistbump and then they would make out and also because he was tired of his fingers cramping when he was using scissors.

DISPOSITION
Personality: he's a freak <3
but for real. he's annoying, he's not anything special, and he doesn't have any remarkable dispositional advantages. dude is a twitchy 18 year old who still acts like he's 17, no matter how smart he is.

MEDICAL
Vision: close to 20/20, he wears glasses to obscure his face.
Blood Type: AB, universal recipient
Physical conditions: not up to snuff, i would say. days of not sleeping and forgetting to eat will do that to you.
Mental conditions: short story, he wouldn't pass a psych eval if his life depended on it. long story, some repressed stuff, undiagnosed adhd, + has a bad, bad case of anxiety.
Vice(s): energy drinks, those little tappy pay-to-play rpg phone games, adrenaline, tiktok compilations and gossip.

BIOGRAPHY
History: born to ichigo watanabe and carol lee.
they divorced when he was 2, they had school year-summer split custody arranged, but when lukas was 7, carol won full custody.
ichigo said he'd visit, but it's been 11 years since, and he still hasn't come back! on a particularly sad 5am bender when he was 14 lukas tracked his dad down on the internet and found out that he's happily remarried with a 4 year old and another baby on the way and there's no mention of lukas anywhere on his socials, ever. but it's ok! he's suppressed this memory so hard that he probably wouldn't remember finding this out even if you told him about it! nice! score one for compartmentalization! so he's still waiting for his dad to come back.
grew up in a single parent household with unsupervised access to the computer, the television, and the public library next door. his natural circadian rhythm didn't stand a chance.
his adolescence was a blur of one hyperfixation to the next and his room was perpetually a trainwreck, filled with notes and sheafs of paper and messily written theories on smudged white board. lukas took an interest in the dirty, soft underbelly of international affairs and business, the players behind the stage. watergate was just a conspiracy theory at first, you know? things that most people would dismiss as conjecture, lukas would latch onto, sifting for the single grain of truth among the falsehoods.
by 17, lukas had a full file cabinet of his conjecture on current international politics and made himself into a very prominent name in the obscure, underground conspiracy/mystery forums he's frequented since the age of 11 and has also got himself on about seventeen different government watchlists due to his shenanigans. (still no friends to sit with at the lunch table, though!)
he caught carbon's attention after one of his theories entered into the mainstream after one of his online posts went viral and forced the government of ukraine as well as certain arms of the english government to spend billions trying to cover their tracks, as his Red bull fueled conspiracy theories hit a little too close to home.

hai domo ai chann toe akari chann!
coa white

 

[mangomilk]

Spoiler

information

appearance

persona

background

• 1
• 000000001
• 000000002
• 000000003
• 000000004

• Ezra Yang
• information
  
  
  
  basic info.

  
  
  

  
  IDENTIFICATION -
  Full name: Ezra Yang
  Code name: Grim Reaper
  Region of origin: Asia
  
  FILE -
  Age: 20
  Gender identity: Cismale
  Sexual orientation: Bisexual
  Ethnicity: Southeast Asian
  Nationality: Korean
  Religion: Raised in a christian family Ezra learned what the ten amendments were and that jesus died on the cross for all of our sins before being resurrected. But this kind of christianity didn't have much to do with following Jesus. He grew up around cultural christians rather than spiritual ones. Nowadays he still hasn't chosen any religion to believe in. To Ezra religion itself has a negative undertone since it's often more about fearful obedience than the spiritual believe, which is why he doesn't consider himself religious.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Red Sex by Vessel
• appearance
  
  
  
  
  
  

  face.

  
  
  

  
  With strong bone structures, a sharp jawline and piercing eyes, Ezra has an interesting face. Even as a child he always looked doleful and horrific as if he wouldn't hesitate to stab you.
  
  Eyes: His eyes appear cold and thin. They are dark brown and seem like the surface of deep waters, almost like a mirror. His monolids are one of his most distinguishing features.
  
  Hair: Ezra's hair is back and straight. He always leaves it quite short on the sides and the top is usually slicked back a little.
  
  Skin: His skin is mostly unblemished. There are only few moles decorating his body.
  
  Face Claim: Jaehyung Ahn (oystarisland on instagram)
  

  
  

  body.

  
  
  

  
  Physical Build: Ezra is a full on leek. Tall but thin body build with only little muscle to flex on.
  
  Height: 182 cm
  
  Weight: 66 kg
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  style.

  
  
  

  Black on black on black. Ezra wears dark clothing most of the time. He doesn't enjoy bright colors or exciting patterns at all and feels most comfortable in his usual black hoodies or shirts.
  In everyday life on the streets he is inconspicuous due to his clothing style. It seems like Ezra enjoys the invisibility he gains from it, he is the observer but never the one being observed.
  

  
  

  skills.

  
  
  

  
  Skills:
  hacking
  Ez' is a computer nerd, a complete techie who is able to hack into everything and anything. Prepare your firewalls and change your passwords, the grim reaper is online. He is the perfect soldier behind the screen, being merciless and efficient in destroying his targets.
  
  athletic running
  Ezra is able to endure long and fast runs which makes him vanish from the center of attention quickly. In general he is better at cardio workouts and tasks then those which acquire stamina.
  
  liar
  One of his other talents is the ability to lie in a very believable way. Hence Ezra is adaptable and can improvise in many situations while others are showing stressful reactions.
  
  Dominant Hand: Right Hand
  
  Languages: He is fluent in Korean and English. He can communicate in Chinese as well.
  
  
  
  
• persona
  
  
  medical.

  
  
  

  strength
  

  
  agility
  

  
  dexterity
  

  
  intelligence
  

  
  Vision: 18/20
  Blood Type: B+
  Physical conditions:
  A few months ago he broke his leg due to a fight, hence Ezra was temporarily handicapped. As of now his body healed for the most part, so he is picking up his usual activities like morning jogs. Other than that Ezra has healthy vital conditions, just that he needs to gain more weight.
  Mental conditions:
  Ezra has never visited any therapies before or has been affected by mental health issues.
  
  Vice(s):
  - stubborn
  - prideful
  - arrogant
  - insensitive
  - takes a long time to trust others
  - he's a smoker
  
  
  
  
  
  personality

  
  
  

  
  It can be lonely at the top. Ezra has often been an outcast in his life due to his poor social skills. He rather hides in the shadows and handles things wearing a mask of disguise. In his room behind the computer he calls the shots, he is feared and superior, in real life he is not.
  Ezra is a wild mix of traits, he is imaginative yet decisive as well as curious about everything but remains in focus. In one moment he can be a positive dreamer with altruistic ideals to achieve and in the next one become a bitter pessimist that can’t see the light from below the cellar.
  
  He trusts his rationalism above all else which is why once something is decided, there is no room for doubts. This confidence and the urge to act is one of his more appealing traits. With his attitude Ezra comes across as honest and direct and doesn’t let himself be held back by the social expectations of others. Due to his lack of social skills, Ezra is often insensitive when offering his opinions and remains stubborn to his own ideas which isn’t the best qualification for a discussion.
  
  "He moves through life as if it was a giant chessboard."
  
  Authority figures don’t impress him. If he feels like he has a better way to handle things, he doesn’t give a damn about what others might think of him. While many admire this characteristic, others find it arrogant.
  On the other side, Ezra is a loyal friend who has a strong moral compass. If someone has grown on him, he’s doing everything in his power to protect the intimate feeling of companionship and trust. Still, he is absolutely clueless once it comes to romance and acts like a dork as he is rather unexperienced in that field.
  
  In short: Ezra is the techie with a brutal death stare and a good soul buried underneath.
  
  
  
  
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  history

  
  
  

  
  Ezra was born in Seoul, South Korea as the older brother to his sister Yina. They lived with his grandpa for all they could remember but when he passed away, they became children of the system. From one foster family to the other, sometimes it was a nice place of comfort until it was ‚too much work‘ for their new parents. Hence the word ‚home‘ lost its meaning quickly. Ezra had always been interested in video games and spent a lot of his free time on the computer. In his youth it was a coping mechanism to find an escape.
  At the age of 15, after collecting all the pocket money he ever received and working his first job, he managed to buy his first laptop that he treated like a baby. By spending most of his free time on the internet, Ezra soon got into the hacking community and learned how to program with linux as well.
  
  He was a prodigy.
  (TW: child-pornography and sex trafficking mentioned)
  Soon the curiosity kicked in and Ezra hacked into his foster-fathers computer. What he found was something never meant for anyone’s eyes. The man acting as a father for him and his sister possessed numerous files of child-pornography; texts and videos and pictures. And the most devastating part? Many pictures showed his sister’s naked body. The blood rushed through his veins, he could've rush into the bedroom, grabbed a kitchen knife on the way and revenge his sibling. But he knew he could do better. So he started planning. Ezra never left Yina alone with him, letting her sleep in his room during the night and picking her up from school at noon.
  
  Soon the day came where Ezra had collected enough proof and sent a file to the police with all of the information as well as their address.
  The sirens were audible, blue lights roamed around outside the house. His father was taken in custody. How did they get him? While being taken to the police car, he looked inside the house one more time, and there he stood. Ezra leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with his dark eyes piercing right through him.
  That was his first act but he didn’t stop there. Ezra started to dive into the internet, exposing sex trafficking rings and finding child-pornografic contents and exposing the watchers to the police. He drew attention to carbon with his flawless way of investigation without leaving any traces of his work...well except for carbon of course.
  
  His biggest victory was the arrest of a corrupt politician in south korea who gained more and more votes during the election period. He too was found guilty of the possession and creation of childpornography as well as abuse of minors due to Ezra's findings.
  
  Pay more attention to the thin guy in the black hoodie down the street, he could be your worst nightmare.
  
  
  
  

coded by weldherwings.

 

[eyyliner]

Spoiler

oliver sae-lim​

nineteen years old.​

non-binary.​

pansexual.​

thai.​

australian.​

buddhist.​

about​

IDENTIFICATION —

Full name: Oliver 'Olive' Sae-Lim.
Code name: Sunshine.
Region of origin: Australia.

Face Claim: Earth Vangwithayakul.
Height: 186.4 cm (6'1")
Weight: 73.5 kg (162 lbs)
Physical Build: Lean with defined muscles along their arms and back.
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Deep Brown.
Skin: olive-toned with freckles along their shoulders.

SKILLS —
• Capable of disguising themself in varying ways.
• Photographic memory.
• Excellent hand-to-hand combat skills.
• Able to read body language + facial expressions.

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous.

DISPOSITION —
Oliver is:
• Playful, opinionated, outgoing, compassionate, optimistic, tender.
• Emotionally distant, untrusting, sarcastic, prone to anger.

MEDICAL —

Vision: Deals with monochromacy OR complete color blindness.

Blood Type: AB-positive.

Physical conditions: Has on old injury along their calf from a muay thai fight they participated in. Also has a scar along their right side from almost getting stabbed during a mugging.

Mental conditions: Has ADHD.

Vice(s): Addicted to smoking herbal cigarettes, changes their appearance almost obsessively, enjoys picking fights that they may not win.

backstory​

Oliver grew up with an affluential father and mother. Their dad worked for a small detective agency he had funded himself while their mother was simply a business woman with a lot of atypical + violent hobbies. When she wasn't off in another country, she would often encourage them to study humanity and to broaden their mind. It was a drag being the only kid who would be carted around after school to multiple studies—language classes, muay boran classes, etc.

During this time period, Oliver began to experiment with their appearance. They cut their hair, changed their style, learned how to look different that they were. Casual pranks turned into something more passionate as they began to pick up on their ability to completely alter their appearance.

Now at nineteen, Oliver is a part-time associate for his mother. Her work is a far cry different than what they thought as a child. Their mother—who they very much considered an honest woman—was actually a part of a drug-busting syndicate for the country. She would follow the leads to different countries, weaseling her way in with her influence, and then once her safety (and money) had been secured, she'd rat out the group and leave the rest of her team to process thousands of pounds of illegal substances.

Oliver participates by helping their mother disguise herself. They also watch surveillance videos so they can study the body language of the people their mom meets with. Due to their hyper-vigilance, they've gotten her out of a sticky situation or two. Sometimes, whenever the pair have time to relax, their mother tries to coerce them to be a part of her team.

They're talented, she'll argue, so why not put it to good use instead of letting it all go to waste?

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[Wandering Owl]

Spoiler

standing out
by blending in

Kai Fowler

codename: myriad

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• 001
  basics

  strength

  dexterity

  intelligence

  charm

  common sense

  name

  Kai Quinn Fowler

  identity

  nonbinary bisexual

  region

  Australia

  age

  17

  ethnicity

  black

  religion

  jewish

  appearance

  height

  5'10" (177cm)

  weight

  135lbs (61kg)

  Face Claim: Ari Fitz
  Physical Build: Lean but toned, mesomorph
  Hair: Long dark hair, currently in braids. They'll pull the braids up into a bun if they need their hair out of the way.
  Eyes: Dark brown
  Skin: Mid-brown, calloused elbows and knees, scar from a cut in their lower lip
  Dominant Hand: Right. Kai tried to train themselves to be ambidextrous once. It didn't really work.
  

  personality

  Observant: Kai keeps a keen eye on the world around them, tuned into little details that others might never see. It takes a lot to make them miss something. They’re curious, interested in how the world works, and pick up things easily with just a little experience or explanation. It’s this trait that lets them mimic so easily - being able to spot what makes someone distinctive, how they dot their i’s or tilt their head, and use that information to their advantage. They tend to think outside the box, and they enjoy using what they have to come up with unusual solutions to problems.
  Grounded: When they’re not required to keep the truth hidden, Kai takes a very straight-forward approach to things. It’s hard for them to get overwhelmed by a situation, unless the odds are really stacked against them. They’ll tend to speak their mind to people whenever they can, without pretense or subtext, so they often come off as blunt or even rude to others. They’re aware of this, but they find dancing around a subject frustrating and unnecessary. If you trust a person, honesty is the best policy. They don’t sugarcoat criticism or harsh truths, but they’re also not afraid to show appreciation and enthusiasm for the things they care about.
  Risk-Taker: Kai gets bored very easily. They wouldn't have picked up mimicry if they hadn’t, but at times it can be more of a curse than a blessing. They learn better from real world experience and trial and error than listening to a long explanation, and may tune out and get distracted if there’s not enough interest in what’s happening. This prompts them to take otherwise unnecessary risks - since the more dangerous path is almost always the more interesting one. They’re a bit of a show-off, too, especially around people they like, so they’ll put themselves in more dangerous situations just to impress. It’s only backfired a few times.
  Outgoing: Kai's a big people person. They’re pretty extroverted, and can strike up a conversation with relative ease. And they will, even when you don’t want them to. They make friends pretty easily, and will generally assume the best of people they know. They’re also naturally generous, and if you’re their friend, they’ll be happy to do you some favors now and then, within reason.
  Mischievous: Their talents make it pretty easy for Kai to mess with people, and it’s an opportunity they don’t waste. They don’t see directly hurting people as very fun, but they like getting reactions out of people, and will often keep gently teasing someone until they react. They’re also an incorrigible flirt, though it’s often more a way to fluster people or get out of a tough situation than out of genuine interest in a relationship.
  
• 002
  background

  
  Kai’s family wasn’t anything special. Two parents who worked full-time, an older brother often engrossed in studies, a little gaggle of friends from their school just down the road. They weren’t marked out for anything great; they didn’t particularly care. But Kai was sharp and curious, and they quickly found themselves picking up concepts in school much more easily than their peers. They could fall asleep in class for most of the day, give their work a five-minute scan, and still get a pretty good grade. As quickly as they understood things, they lost interest in them just as fast. In those empty spaces in the day, when they’d already finished and everyone else was barely starting, they’d end up trying to copy things. They’d pick up speech patterns and mannerisms from teachers or other kids, just to parrot back later for their friends. It made people laugh, it kept them amused, and they didn’t think anything more of it. That was, until the requests started coming in. It was just little favors for classmates at first. Faking a hall pass or doctor’s note, imitating a teacher over the phone to someone’s parents. Kai got caught sometimes, of course, but since they were still coasting through their classes they weren’t punished very harshly. In fact, it gave them an opportunity to learn how the system worked, to improve their methods every time things went wrong.
  By the time they were in high school, word had gotten far outside their circle of friends. It wasn’t whispers in the playground anymore, but official-looking documents picked up in unmarked envelopes, anonymous requests on an encrypted site, unequivocal instructions to never breathe a word of what they were doing. They didn’t always know the full story behind the works they were asked to make - though they could guess the kind of people who’d come to a teenager with a talent for forgery and pay them to keep their mouth shut. Kai didn’t complain. It was easy money, after all, easily hidden, and it was so much more engaging than anything else in their life. There was a satisfaction in pulling off a fake perfectly, a thrill in the secrecy of it all. They just tried not to think too hard about the people on the other end.
  They might have carried on that way, just one more thread feeding into a vast network of low-level fraudsters, were it not for Carbon. A few days before their 17th birthday, their work turned up in a case the organization was involved with. One rather badly handled by the would-be anarchists, really. The only reason they’d got so far was the fake credentials they carried, the forgery better than anything their cell should have been able to accomplish. After some tracing and following up rumors, the Carbon operatives found their way back to Kai.
  What were they supposed to do, turn down the offer? Not a chance. Even if there wasn’t the unspoken threat of being exposed for what they’d done, it sounded far more interesting than any standard career choice. They barely hesitated.
  (WIP)
• 003
  skills and abilities

  Mimic

  
  Kai's observant, and can quickly pick out the distinguishing qualities of someone's writing, voice, or movement, and copy them. It's a skill they've been developing since childhood, and they're willing to use it for anything from a party trick to serious high-stakes forgery. The more they've seen or heard of the person they're copying, the better an impression they can do.

  fighter

  Kai doesn't naturally excel in sports the way they do in many subjects, but they've thrown themselves into learning martial arts with enough enthusiasm to get pretty good. They don't rely too much on strength, instead trying to predict what their opponent will do, and use someone's momentum against them. They study mixed martial arts, always interested in learning new skills and techniques to add to their knowledge.
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  medical

  vision

  A little short sighted, tends to wear contacts when they're not in danger of getting punched in the face.

  blood type

  O+

  physical

  Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS)

  mental

  Combined-type adhd, currently undiagnosed due to their high performance in school.

  vices

  Kai will almost always choose an exciting option over a boring one, even if it's risky or somewhat immoral, which is the vice that's gotten them into most trouble so far. On top of that, they'll swear like a sailor when they're able to, and drink far too many energy drinks. They've dabbled in various drugs and casual drinking, but they never really stuck with it.

code by @Nano

 

[.empathogen.]

Spoiler

glass
eyes

FILE

Full name: Cailum Francis Eryle
Code name: Ouroboros
Region of origin: Europe
Age: 20
Gender identity: cisgender male
Sexual orientation: homosexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: Greecian/English
Religion: (redacted)

Face Claim: Dacre Montgomery
Height: 5”9.5
Weight: 173 lbs.
Physical Build:
Hair: Bleach Blonde
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Skin: Medium Fair

Skills:

• Blending- the ability to fall in and out of the background of people without being noticed or thought of
• Persona Disguise- the ability to act in a way that disguises his true personality
• Hand to Hand Combat and Parkour- self explanatory skills
• Knife Mastery- self explanatory hobby
• Sleight of Hand- the ability of manual dexterity, making him able to obtain items and deceive whomever he targets

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

gold
hands

DISPOSITION & MEDICAL

Personality:

• Perceptive- Cai has a keen sense of noting other people’s actions with his skill of observation. Now, if only he could be perceptive toward his own actions...
• Shrewd- An astute state of his thinking that makes Cai able to make judgements on a dime
• Self-Sufficient- An obligation to himself that he can take care of himself, no matter what the cost
• Deceptive- His worst trait, never being able to divide his lies from his truths since they’re so entangled

Vision: 20/10
Blood Type: O+
Physical conditions: Due to his mastery of Taekwondo, Cai is able to maintain a well tonded and conditioned body
Mental conditions: While he has a high I.Q. Cai also has negative medical conditions such as Kleptomania and Compulsive Lying
Vice(s): Orange Tic-Tacs, Cigarettes

BIO

It doesn’t matter who his parents were or how Cai was left alone with his weathered crone of a grandmother until 18 years of age. His scholarly achievements of top marks in his class aren’t relevant either. What is amazing about this man is the fact that he managed to accrue
172,000 pounds in the two years since he graduated without “working” a day in his life.

• It goes without saying that the high social class is a tough circle to get into legitimately, let alone falsely. His con was air tight and he even got away with it too...only to be arrested by the authorities for public intoxication.
• The con worked so well that it caught the attention of a certain organization. Two weeks after his arrest, he received a encrypted phone call from a cellular lying in the street. He had two options: adopt a life and career of espionage from the cell group calling themselves “CARBON” or be tried and prosecuted for the felony charge of Grand Larceny, with a total of five years jailtime.
• The fact that Cai didn’t notice he was being watched was irritating to say the least. He hopes to find out just how good he can get with his “hobbies” and skills. If they noticed him that meant he was good, but not great. And Cai’s motto is “Never settle for success, Strive for excellence.”

© pasta