Realistic or Modern The Villmont Academy ll CS

[Maree]

Basics
Full Name:
Codename:
Age: 19 - 26 for students. Teachers and Instructors can be any age
Gender:
Sexuality:
Date of Birth:

Appearance
Realistic Faceclaim or Description:
Height:
Tattoos/piercings:
Other appearance stuff:

Personality(3+ for each):
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Vices:
Virtues:
Likes:
Dislikes:

Other
How they ended up at the Academy:
How long they have been attending:
Weapon of choice:
Anything else you want to include: Kill count, pets.​

 

[Maree]

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basic information

Full Name:Briar Perdita Beckett
Codename:Tambora, After the volcano.
Age:Twenty-two
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date of Birth:October 24th

appearance

Face Claim:Natalie Dormer
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Auburn
Height:5'9"
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:A small fire tattoo that reminds her how she joined

Spoiler: tattoo

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in depth

Strengths: Hand to hand comat; Krav Maga, High stamina, Crafting in high pressure situations e.g traps, explosive devices, Manipulation.

Weaknesses: Ranged combat; bows, Anything that requires a large amount of Stealth, Is diagonosed with ADHD, Coming up with stratigies.

Vices: Blunt, Destuctive, Impaitent, Sassy, Disruptive

Virtues: Logical, Romantic, Inventive, Flirtacious, Resourceful

Likes: Blowing stuff up, Daggers, Iced Tea, Bees, Fire, Hand to Hand combat, Snakes, Disguises, Manipulation, Classes (most of the time).

Dislikes: Hot drinks, Sitting still, Bees, Cats (allergies), Mint, Winter, Drinks that have chunks in them, Losing, Spiders.

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history

How long have they attended the Academy: Twelve years

How they got into the Academy:
Briar is one of the rare cases where she was brought to the Academy before she was of age. It was a very rare occurrence but it was known to have happened before. Her home life wasn’t the best growing up. She often found herself spending more time at school to escape her parents. Her father was quite obviously having an affair and her mother knew about it. Yet he didn’t stop. He continued to come home late reeking of alcohol and covered in another women's lipstick. Her parents would then scream at each other late into the night until one gave up.

This continued until she was ten. The night started out as it normally would. She and her mother were sitting together in the lounge when her father stumbled in. As the familiar stench of alcohol and cheap perfume hit her nose her mother ushered her upstairs. Once she had disappeared onto the staircase the yelling started like clockwork. But this time when she reached her room the yelling stopped. Instead, it was replaced by crashing noises coming from downstairs. Ignoring her mother's instructions to stay in her room she went back down the stairs. She saw her father dragging her mother's body out into the garden. Her mother’s white nightgown was soaked in her own blood and she wasn’t moving. Out of fear she quickly retreated back upstairs to her room.

When Briar went down the next morning to leave for school she was stopped by her father. He brought her over to the couch where a strange woman was sitting. Once she had sat down he proceeded to feed her this story about how her mother had left them and that this woman was now her new mother. That meant that he didn’t know that she had seen him last night. She expressed that she understood and headed outside for school. It was interesting that her father had decided to start building a patio in the night.

That night her father stayed in. He spent the night locked in his room with her new ‘mother.’ This worked on her favour. While her mother hadn’t been perfect she had deserved to live more than he did. He had buried her in the ground without even acknowledging what he had done. Instead of owning up to killing her he lied. He made her out to be the terrible person when it was him all along.

Once they were both asleep Briar snuck downstairs into the kitchen. She had thought about how she would do it all day. In the third cabinet from the oven was where her father kept the alcohol. She removed every bottle from the cabinet and shoving fuel soaked rags into each of them. One by one starting on the second floor she lit each molotov cocktail and threw them throughout the house. By the time each bottle had been used she was safely outside watching the house burn down. Neither her father or her girlfriend survived the fire. Instead of mourning the loss of her father she stood there and giggled. She was happy that they were dead, that her mother was avenged. Eventually, the police showed up but she didn't say a word to them. She didn't speak a word to anyone until a nice man in a suit showed up and offered to raise her and give her a home. In exchange, she would just have to put her new talents to use.

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miscellaneous

Weapons of choice:
Explosive Devices and Booby traps
Also carries around a Dagger in case things don't go to plan

Fears: Sharks and Eels.

Current Kill Count: 35 people

Best Class: Combat training

Worst Class: Anatomy and Physiology

Pets: A Kinkajou named Daisy. She rescued the animal from a target before elimnating him. Daisy can usually be found romaing around the large garden on campus

Leaves a burnt rose behind whenever she kills a target.

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[Dazzle]

Raelynn Marie Daniels
Codename: 'DaHuntress'
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Date of Birth: January 31st, Aquarius
Realistic Faceclaim: Crystal Reed
Height: 5’7”

Tattoos/piercings:

Spoiler: Tattoo

Personality:
Raelynn is an enigma, she’s defensive but is willing to get to know someone who shows her kindness, always keeping her true emotions closely guarded. Rae moved to New York when accepted into a very prestigious academy for assassins. While she was excited for the new opportunities, she was afraid to leave home and knowing she would have to live up to her uncles legacy made it just that much harder. Rae has some anxiety that keeps her from being making friends as easily as others. Rae will usually keep to herself, reading up on strategies or practicing her skills as an assassin in the gym and combat rooms.

Backstory:
Rae lost her father at five years old, she doesn’t have very many memories from then but she is sure she loved him and that her life would of been better had he not passed away. As far as she knows there was no fowl play in his death.

Her mother later remarried to a man who should have never been a father. He was aggressive, rude, and abrupt. He only wanted things to be his way, and would get physically violent when he didn’t get his way. Rae and her mother were physically abused for years, but rather than doing anything Rae just bit it, because she thought that her mother was happy.

Strengths:
Great aim
Stealth
Courage
Weaknesses:
Scared of hand to hand combat
Not a leader
Impulsive

Vices:
Easily has doubts
Obsessive
Rage
Virtues:
Hope, she believes there can be good in anyone.
Humor and playfulness if you can break down her walls
Love of learning

Likes:
She loves animals
Books/Reading
Rock climbing
Dislikes:
Horror Movies
Dramatic people
Large crowds

Recruitment Story:
Rae is a legacy child, her great great grandmother was one of the first female students to attend Villmont. The family legacy trickled down, every so often it would skip a few generations and reappear a few decades later. The last of the Daniels’ who attended Villmont was Rae’s uncle, she never bothered to asked how he was accepted.

Rae was scouted by one of Headmaster Villmont’s scouts, they had their eyes on her since she was young. She showed promise, having an adept ability in hand to hand combat, taking karate from a young age, just waiting for her to make the one move that would condemn her.

Rae had done some petty theft here and there as a kid, for fun or whenever her family happened to be lacking, but never anything serious that would hurt her future.
Her step-father came home one night, drunk and angry. Somehow he had ended up with a gun, Rae doesn’t remember much from the incident. The memory was a blur, but somehow she ended up with the gun, and the next moment he was dead.
The whole situation weighed on Rae, and it wasn’t because she had killed him. She was proud of herself for finally doing something about him. But she also killed someone, and it scared her that she wasn’t upset by it.

Weapon of choice: Dagger set, bow and arrow
Other:
Relationships: "You're supposed to have friends in assassin school??"
Roommate: Kendall Hart ( KingofAesir )
Kills: 8

Clayton Graham Miller
Codename: ‘Mayhem’
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date of Birth: December 8th, Sagittarius
Realistic Faceclaim: Dave Franco
Height: 6’1”

Tattoos/piercings: NA
Personality:
Clayton tends to be full of himself, he sees himself as one of the best. Tending to be rather on the lazy side because he doesn’t feel like he should have to work for it just because life has been so easy for him. School was a piece of cake, straight As as far as his parents knew throughout his years in High School.
Clayton is very flirty, and enjoys spending his time around others.
Strengths:
incredible hacking abilities
intellectual
Dauntlessness
Foresight- of predicting what will be needed in the future.
Weaknesses:
Weak combat and field skills
Dyslexic
Immature

Vices:
Antagonistic
Arrogant
Egotistic
Jealousy
Slightly Narcissistic
Virtues:
Honest
Idealism- One who is unrealistic and impractical, guided more by ideals than by practical considerations.
Flirtatious

Likes:
Hot Chocolate
The beach
Surfing
Warmth
Sunny Days
Music Festivals
Star Wars
Dislikes:
Politicians
Snow
The cold
Textured food
Bad weather
Hiking
Star Trek


Recruitment Story:
Growing up in an extremely wealthy neighborhood in California, you wouldn’t ever expect someone like Clayton to end up where he is. Clayton grew up extremely privileged, any gaming console he asked for he got, he spent most of his life inside, but on the occasion that he happened to wander outside, you could find him at the beach surfing.
Because Clayton spent so much time on the computer, he has an easy time finding his way around a computer. Clayton started small, hacking games, creating custom content. Soon enough it turned into editing his grades, writing references, and selling his skills to others who were looking for better college applications and SAT scores.
Clayton started to test his abilities even further, he started to hack into political databases, and when his preferred president seemed to be loosing the vote, Clayton hacked into the electoral colleges to cause a revote. Unfortunately he didn’t get away with hacking this time, but Villmont scooped him up before the FBI could. Knowing he would be better use to them, if he was willing to put some effort in, then in prison.
Weapon of choice: Hacker/Computer Equipment/Gun if in the field.
Other:
Relationships:
Roommate: Atlas Macharoy ( Moonshadow )
Kills: 6​

 

[FireMaiden]

Basics
Full Name:
Riley Anneliese Ramos
Codename:
King
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual, Demi-Romantic
Date of Birth:
February 14th

Appearance
FC:
Maggie Lindemann
Height:
5'4"
Tattoos/piercings:
Both ears are double pierced, has the word Majestas tattooed In cursive on her right outer forearm
Other appearance stuff:
Often times she has little doodles on her hand chipped black or pastel nail polish constantly, she has some miscellaneous scars on her body from training and life In general, but nothing serious

Personality(3+ for each)
Strengths:
Intelligent/Cunning
Always tries to think things through logically
Strong-Willed
Hand to Hand and Close Quarters Combat using weapons and firearms
Stealth and Deception (She likes missions where she can be a fancy lady)
Area of Confusion/Denial (Caltrops, Smokes, Flash Grenades, she's gotten the timing down)
Weaknesses:
Paranoid
Her morals are a little conflicted about what she's doing but keeping everything bottled up until she dies is also a good choice.
For the love of god, she will snap if you put her with someone who likes being dumb on purpose
Allergic to Shellfish, mild allergy to Soy
Bella and Sasha
An Insomniac, so sometimes it's hard to tell if she'll be able to stay awake or make the best decisions
Vices:
Paranoid
Extremely Secretive and Untrusting
Unintentionally Hurtful at times
Emotionally uneducated/Apathetic
Imposter Syndrom (not that it's a bad thing to have, it just can negatively impact her)
Virtues:
Loyal
Adaptable
Calm/Collected
Observant
Honest (Sometimes brutally)
Quick thinking
Likes:
Spicy food
Baked goods
Conspiracy Theories and Ghost stories
History Shit
Animals (Mostly cats, she relates to cats)
Kids, she's good with them
Puzzles and Riddles
Dislikes:
Eggplant
Moths
People who like to play dumb for no reason
Alcohol, it always makes her feel terrible
The sounds of people eating
Men yelling/raising their voice
Hangnails

Spoiler: Backstory

Born and raised down south in West Virginia, Riley never expects her life to go the way it has. She lived with her father, Martin Ramos, a retired and unfortunately widowed Military veteran, she grew up as comfortably as she could have. Her father worked in one of the nearby coal mines, and so she spent a lot of time with baby sitters and at school, learning and making friends, and when she did spend time with her dad, they did some pretty...interesting activities together. Her father was a prepper, and as soon as she could hold a gun and instill a sense of raw paranoia in her, he did. Her weekdays were spent doing school work and afterschool activities or hanging out with her friends. On the weekends, she would train with her dad. He'd set up situations she'd have to work through, and taught her how to properly handle a gun.

As she grew older, she took her skill, and love for guns to a competitive level. During her middle school yeard, she competed in many sharpshooter competitions, winning three of five she was able to complete. Her father often had health problems, and since he was also often working, Riley was forced to give up a lot of her hobbies in order to keep up the house, and her grades. She still practiced though. Now, during her senior year of high school, one of her friends, Bella, came to her for help. Someone had been stalking her and her young daughter for the last few days, and nobody would believe her. Riley agreed to help, and the next day, Riley, Bella, and Bella's daughter, Sasha had disappeared.

Other
How they ended up at the Academy:
Two years ago, Riely agreed to help a friend out by spending the night at her house. Her friend, Bella, was terrified, someone had been stalking her for days but the girl couldn't prove it. She needed another witness, and who better than someone who could protect them? They waited, and waited for the mysterious person to show up.

It was 2 am and Riley was honestly going to give up when she heard the back door break open. She had to pretend to be asleep on the couch, watching a shadowy looking figure moved silently through the living room, and then into the kitchen. She had to do something, so she followed grabbing a heavy piece of weird artwork as she did. Of course not being trained for stealth exactly, at least not to the level this man was, she was noticed quickly.

Their fight was loud, chaotic, and ended with a broken rib, lots of cuts and bruises, and a dead man on Bella's floor. She searched him for anything to identify him with, but all she found was a little piece of paper with Bella's name and VAA. Riley made a quick decision, and a few hours later, the girls were in New York. It was a big city, lots of people, if someone was looking for Bella it would take a lot longer there right? Plus the purple hair dye made a difference.

A few months after disappearing, she was contacted by a woman, a woman with too much information and too much to use against her, and an off. As soon as she turned 19, Riley found herself at Villmont. The good news, her dad moved out to New York.
How long have they been at the Academy?:
1 almost 2
Roommate:
Magnolia Kent ( Elf_Ruler )
Weapon of choice:
Electric Escrima Sticks, though she always has some backup weapons
Anything else you want to include:
Kill Count - 13
She has a cat named Salem
Is a great baker, nobody will ever learn this
Before she was thrown to this life, she was being trained as a competitive sniper, so while it's not her prefers method, if no snipers are available, she is

Relationships
North Jackson: It's interesting, trust me
Bella and Sasha Holden (NPC) - Two girls under her and her dad's protection, she really cares about both of them. And she also has told nobody her relation to them, the only staff at Villmont are aware.
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[dazzling]

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[div class=charactername]Melissa Shibuya

[div class=quote]There was this bitch I didn't like, so I offed her. Is it really that hard to understand?

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[div class=info]Name[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Melissa (Mel, Melly) Konalga Shibuya[/div]

[div class=info]Codename[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Scissors[/div]

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[div class=sminfo]@snipsnipscissors[/div]

[div class=info]Age[/div]

[div class=sminfo]19[/div]

[div class=info]Years at Academy[/div]

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[div class=sminfo]Jamila Imane Abdullaht erzulie [/div]

[div class=info]Gender[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Female[/div]

[div class=info]Sexuality[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Straight[/div]

[div class=info]DoB[/div]

[div class=sminfo]July 9th[/div]

[div class=info]Height[/div]

[div class=sminfo]5'6[/div]

[div class=info]Tattos/Piercings[/div]

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[div class=info]Strengths[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Stealth kills; Her light frame makes for virtually inaudible footsteps.
Getting 'crafty' with weapons; You are never safe around Melissa. She knows the best way to use everyday objects as weapons, from chairs to pens.
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Gossip girl; Mel isn't the best at keeping anything secret from her friends or fellow recruits.
Clean kills; Mel's unconventional and specialty weapons don't make for clean kills, and Mel isn't willing to give them away.
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[div class=info]Vices[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Sadistic, inhumane/unsympathetic, self-centered, no self control, a bit -too- flirty at times, holds grudges[/div]

[div class=info]Virtues[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Loyal, animal lover (cat mom melissa ~w~) crafty, humorous, cheerful[/div]

[div class=info]Likes[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Men, free drinks, lime, bees and butterflies (she's not all heartless c: ) cats, thick blankets, bubble tea, crepe cake[/div]

[div class=info]Dislikes[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Rivals, dreams, anyone who claims to do things they can't (e.g. tarot readers or psychics) having people touch her hair, cinnamon [/div]

[div class=info]Weight[/div]

[div class=sminfo]112 (Slightly underweight due to exercise)[/div]

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[div class=sminfo]Morning Star flail or scissors[/div]

[div class=info]Cause of Enrollment (slight gore warning haha)[/div]

Melissa was as close to a cookie-cutter mean girl as you can get in highschool. Her grip on the school was upheld by fear and intimidation, but Melissa was perfectly happy. One day, a new student arrived. She was another girl. She was pretty, but otherwise nothing special. Melissa paid her no mind until, still on her first day, she invited the whole school to a house party. Sure, Melissa was bothered, but she ruled it off as just another rich kid trying to make friends.

Of course, she went to the party. Again, nothing special. The next day, she started making friends. A bit too many. She was quickly gaining popularity, but not through threats or shoves; Through small little acts of kindness that everyone seemed to love sooooo much. Who even does that? She's so stupid. Mel again disregarded her, thinking she would soon become just another student to be puppeteered and toyed with. But for some reason, she wouldn't stop growing in popularity.

By now, she was keeping Melissa up at night. Who is this damn girl and why is she at my school?! But the real breaking point for Mel was when she joined the sewing club. Everyone in sewing club was a loner. For some reason or another, they couldn't keep or find any friends. They had been the stepping stool to Melissa's throne; They were easy to manipulate, already having no self esteem. But after few days with Little Miss New Girl, things started to change. They were getting bolder, standing up to Mel.

That's when she broke. All the sleepless nights and invasive thoughts had finally made her snap. She walked into school, nothing different except a slightly more bitchy look on her face. She headed straight to sewing club to see Little Miss New Girl all alone. She locked the door behind her and grabbed a pair of discarded sewing scissors off the desk next to her. Walking up to New Girl, she didn't hesitate long before she knew what to do.

She grabbed her mouth and covered it before thrusting the scissors as deep as she could into her eyeball. She felt her body go limp, but one time wasn't enough. She kept going until she was sufficiently sure New Girl was no more. Then, stepping back, she watched her body fall and decided that she shouldn't get the privilege to die pretty. So she set to work, snipping and snipping and cutting and cutting.

The first thing the teacher saw was a mangled body, white flowers stuffed into the eye sockets.

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~She's never used or even seen a morning star in person, but she is obsessed with the idea of using one.
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[KingofAesir]

Kendall Hart

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Full Name: Kendall Fallon Hart
Code-name: Grim
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Date of Birth: December 31st

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Height: 5’9”
Tattoos/piercings: N/A
Other appearance stuff: Missing pointer finger on her left hand due to a birth defect

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Strengths: Agility, High pain tolerance, Keen hearing ability, High stealth, Strategy, Hand to hand combat

Weaknesses: Poor eyesight (Requires contacts), Missing pointer finger on left hand, Strong migraines, Easily distracted, Can’t stand silence, Addicted to Ambien

Vices: Aloof, Greedy, Overzealous, Absentminded, Bigot, Overprotective, Brutal, Discourteous

Virtues: Loyal, Hard-working, Honest, Calm, Creative, Persistent, Humorous, Loving

Likes: Painting, Weed, Guitars, Knitted Blankets, Fire, Animals, Psychology, Woods, Canopy beds

Dislikes: Heat, Open spaces, Pillow cases, Sand, Optimists, Silence, Clock Ticking, Romance Movies, Dressing Fancy

Spoiler: What did you make me

Both of Kendall’s parents were well known alumni of Villmont and she’s been groomed almost her whole life for attendance of this school. Both of her parents were extremely strict people and her training for the Academy was rigid and unforgiving. Breaks were almost completely unheard of and she was almost worked to exhaustion. It wasn’t that her parents didn’t love her, she was more than certain they did, but they were so commited to the life that they’d planned out for their daughter before she was even born that they had no leniency. Kendall trained with her father in the mornings, studied the history of their profession with her mother in the evenings, and snuck in and out of businesses at night to increase her stealth ability. She was more or less a perfect blend of her mother’s quick thinking strategy and her father’s stealth. Kendall was, without a doubt, a legacy child.


Kendall’s addiction to the sleeping medication Ambien started wheBoth n she was in her early teens. Her first attempt at killing someone left her with horrid nightmares about the event. It had been so dragging on her mind that it had shut the event out completely, separating the memory from the rest and storing it away in a box. The contract had been her father’s, but Anthony had decided that his daughter was ready to acquire her first kill. All Kendall really remembers is a screaming child. The sound was what pierced her head every night after that she tried to sleep. The target that her father had been given was a prominent political figure running for Governor, and his house was the sight. The politician himself was corrupt and money-laundering, and her father had informed her of this, Kendall had no problem killing him. It was turning around after and standing face to face with his child that would haunt her for the rest of her life. In that moment as the small blonde boy watched his father’s blood pool on the floor behind Kendall, she was reminded of her father’s words.


No witnesses.


The boy spoke, calling for his father in an unknowing and innocent voice. Kendall stood frozen for a moment and watched as the child drew closer to her and pointed around her to his father in a pile on the kitchen floor. He asked her what was wrong with him as he rubbed his sleep filled eyes with the end of his pyjamas sleeve. Kendall said nothing as she moved on the boy with a cruel silence that she was unaware she had in her. The details of what she did to him are lost on her but his muffled screams were not. The feeling of his small hands clawing at her chest until finally, painfully, they came to a stop. The last thing she remembers before the memory breaks is the sound of herself chuckling. That night, Kendall lost sight of who she was. It was a feeling she never wanted to feel again, so she took pills to avoid the dreams. But still, everytime she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but wonder who she was.


Was she a woman or a monster?

Weapon of Choice: Kamas
Signature: Carves a scythe like shape into her kills chests
Length of Time at Academy: 1 year

 

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  FEMME FATALE.
  ❝ Seduce and Destroy ❞​

  
  

  
  The poisonous woman aches
  Her sinuous steps accented by her heel
  Shoes higher than your pay grade
  Mouth never smiling, even through her laughter
  
  
  She's the demonized walker
  The preferred companion and smoothest talker
  
  If you catch her at night, the shadows swept into being
  She'll wave you off without asking your offering
  She'll take, your money, your heart, your life
  Crushing us beneath her is a pleasantry
  
  She's the missing link
  She's the cruel goddess we love to hate
  
  This tramp knows what it is to be an object
  But dear Belladonna refuses to bite
  She's the purest sadist, the browm in her eyes
  She's the sanguine sacrifice, ready die
  
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  about them:

  FULL NAME |Jamila Imane Abdullah
  CODENAME | Echidna
  YEARS ATTENDED | 7
  AGE | 25
  GENDER | Female
  SEXUALITY | Pansexual
  DATE OF BIRTH | November 5th
  
  FACECLAIM | Sydney J Harper
  HEIGHT | 5'9"
  WEIGHT | 130lbs
  HAIR | Black
  EYES | Hazel
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | Her eyes
  MODIFICATIONS | MARKINGS | Earlobe piercings
  
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  personality:

  PERSONALITY |
  Jamila is the classic definition of a femme fatale. Alluring, mysterious, and glamorous, she embodies a charm that ensnares those around her. Jamila comes across as intensely secretive and private. She isn’t someone who talks about herself much. Her highly intuitive and observant nature, makes her someone who is great at gathering information. She had a knack for telling when others are lying to her from the simplest body moments. Jamila is a talented wordsmith, while often times she prefers to get straight to the point, she possess the ability to speak circles around many. If she doesn’t feel like answering something Jamila can successfully evade answering questions without being noticed.
  
  Despite her cold exterior Jamila is actually an emotional person. She is someone who feels deeply, even if these feelings are usually rage or some other negative emotion, she doesn’t allow this part of herself to cloud her judgment, or rather she tries not to. She is passion personified and can come across as quite intense to many people. To say that she is charismatic would be an understatement. Jamila is a seductress, she has a way of drawing others in and keeping their attention. She knows how to act in order to draw someone’s attention. Whether a coy woman or the aggressive, she plays her part perfectly.
  
  Jamila is fiercely loyal to those that she trusts, she isn’t someone who is quick to change her beliefs. She’s a very stubborn and head-strong individual with a perfectionist tendencies. Jamila is also materialistic and can value things over others at times. She loves beautiful things, be it objects or people. When she feels as if she’s been wronged Jamila isn’t above getting revenge, with her it’s usually slow and well thought out. She’s an manipulative person and often times enjoys how she can get people to do what she wants. Jamila is the type to indulge herself when she wants. She can be quite selfish with no regards of how her actions with affect others. Jamila is prone to jealousy, even when dealing with platonic relationships. She isn’t someone who’s used to sharing what she deems as hers.
  VICES | Posessive, Manipulative, Emotional, Vengeful, Closed-off, Enigmatic
  VIRTUES | Passionate, Disciplined, Observant, Loyal, Resourceful, Insightful
  
  STRENGTH | Poisons, Stealth, Flexibility, Strategics, Manipulation, Martial Arts
  WEAKNESSES | Teamwork , Rebellious , High Tech, Ranged weapons
  
  LIKES | Puzzles, Challenges, Affection, Money, Red lip-stick, Heels, Luxury
  DISLIKES | Passive Individuals, Chaos, Wilful Ignorance, Being outdone, Cigarettes, Clinginess
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  miscenllaneous:

  BIO | Amina Fahiya was a up and coming starlet before her life began to spiral out of control. So caught up in the glitz, glamour, and drugs of the high life she didn’t even realize that she was hitting rock bottom until it was too late. She was never able to let her dream go though, desperate Amina did everything that she could to get a shot at being a celebrity. Her plans bad come to an end however, as she found out that she was pregnant. Amina was alone and certainly ready for a child, hell she didn’t even want one. So her daughter was born into a rather cold and cruel world.
  
  Little Jamila grew up far before she should have. Having to take care of herself while her mother paid her little mind. It wasn’t long before she had to resort to stealing and pickpocketing the rich. Jamila grew into a cunning thing during this time. She used her speed and looks to her advantage. At the age of ten she was a pro at what she did.
  
  Jamila’s life changed forever on the day she turned fifteen. She’d come home from school one day to see her mother in the living room with a strange woman. Before she knew what was happening Jamila was taken away, sold by her mother for a shot at the high life once again. Jamila was taken to a brothel owned by a cold woman called madam. In the beginning she fault tooth and nail, she gave those around her hell which usually ended in punishments. Eventually she learned to adapt to her surroundings. So she learned and matured. She had gotten so good that Madam had decided to use her as a spy and assassin. It seems that she had a knack for posions. Jamila was able to gather intel on a variety of clients, using it to blackmail them at the command of Madam.
  
  Jamila and Madam had gained quite the fearful reputation. The cruel brothel owner and her faithful Angel of Death struck fear into the hearts of many. Things changed when she turned 19. The brothel was found out by the authorities due to a mole. During a shoot out between the workers and the cops, Madam was killed and Jamila was taken into custody. Though instead of being sent to jail, she was sent to the academy where she learned and thrived.
  
  
  WEAPON OF CHOICE | Poisons/Toxins, Poison tipped needles and dangers , A glock
  
  KILL COUNT | 50
  RELATIONSHIPS |

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[SomebodyElse]

Basics
Full Name: Josh Miller
Codename: Slayer
Age: (19 - 26 for students) 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date of Birth: June 26

Appearance
Realistic Faceclaim or Description:

Height:Tattoos/piercings: None
Other appearance stuff:

Personality(3+ for each):
Strengths: Strong, Fast, Dexterous with hands, Good at climbing, Good at deduction

Weaknesses: Isn't good at working with others, does his own thing, Poor stamina,more reactive than active

Vices:
"Sometimes I feel empty inside. I can't even tell you how I feel right now." +Emotionless +Hopelessness
"I don't know how to live without killing. I'm sorry." +Trapped
"I'm a mess. I trick myself into thinking I have to do everything alone." +Lonely, +ShouldersGuilt
Virtues:
"I guess I think I can do alot of good for the world." +Helpful
"Everyone deserves a second chance." +Forgiving
"I'm good at encouraging others." +Encouraging +Looks out for others

Likes: Spending time alone, being outside, Playing guitar, music, skating, the sea
Dislikes: Snow, Cats, Not being able to do anything, Sour food

Other
How they ended up at the Academy: Josh had been been making a name for him killing off terrorists and later was offered a place at Villmont.
Weapon of choice: Knife or Stake

 

[Soap]

JosEpHInE DavIS

Basics
Full Name: Josephine Blaire Davis
Nicknames: Jo, Joey.
Codename: Little Bird
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date of Birth: October 12th

Appearance
Height: 5'5
Tattoos/piercings: Nose stud, tattoo across left wrist.
Other appearance stuff:

Personality:
Strengths: Can bypass firewalls in seconds, Good Aim, Perceptive, Agile, Focused.

Weaknesses: Hand-to-hand combat, Claustrophobic, Panic Attacks in tense situations. Not a team player.

Vices: Arrogant, Rash, Envious, Impulsive, Mischievous, Secretive, Sarcastic.

Virtues: Captivating, Loyal, Understanding, Witty, Humorous, Straight-forward, Protective.

Likes: Food, Coffee, Reading, Movies, Lemons, Skateboarding, Poker, Candy.

Dislikes: Cooking, Hot Chocolate, Roses, Thunder, Greed, Brussel sprouts.

How long have they been attending? One week

Spoiler: Backstory

Joey was... well, everything stereotypical about an army brat. Her father was in the marines which meant they moved around a lot. Small cities, lots of bases, and a whole shit-ton of people she had to leave behind. She was often resentful towards her family, as if as she was the one who'd been treated unfairly, and if you ask 16 year old Joey that... she'd definitely agree. Now? Not so much.

Being well, Joey. She found a way to ruin her own life, okay, maybe that's too big of an overstatement. But wait for it.

So, she met a boy. You'd think that's it. She'd met a guy and she ruined her life. That's how most of the stories go with men... Sorry, sorry, anyway. Yes, she fell in love. Did it go poorly? Of course it did. Don't think anything in this story is gonna be sunshines and rainbows. Let's get to that poorly part.

Moving day. Bet you expected that one, right? You expected the kisses goodbyes, all the 'I'll see you soon' lies. The hugs to year-old best friends. Because let's be honest, there's no way she'd had a friend longer than 12 months. Everyone and their mothers expected that ending.

Did you expect the part where she attempted to hack into military based software and attempted to reassign her father somewhere nearby?

Probably not.

After that, well, she can assure you. Nothing went like the sunshine and rainbows you weren't promised.

Her father had gotten dishonorably discharged, he'd taken the fall for his 'criminal ' Daughter. Yes, that's a quote. They moved away anyway, so her almost getting arrested, being tried as an adult, and going to prison for at least 5 years? Was for nothing.

Safe to say she switched off boys for a while.

Besides that. Income was a tough thing to come by, seeing as though they didn't have well... income. Her mother was a housewife. Or well, as much as you can be housewife without your own actual house. And the one job her father had dedicated his life to, she ruined. She couldn't make up for what she did, she knew that. Living with her grandparents in that small home had gotten a little too cozy and she decided... why not try to make her own money? Or well, make it for them. Because dear god, did they need it.

Joey resorted to the one thing she knew best, where she went for comfort. Whenever she was hurting, sad, or in pain. Her best friend.

Her computer.

Cheesy, I know.

But hey, whatever works. Right? And... it did. It really did. She's not saying she made millions or anything. But... she was pretty damn good. Looks like her psychology career went straight out the window. This was way more fun than being a therapist. Though, it was kind of fun admiring body language.

Reading, she meant reading body language.

One night after hiding in her bedroom for the whole day, it was productive okay? She went downstairs to hear a intriguing conversation between her father and... a voice she really didn't recognize. It was dark downstairs too so, she couldn't exactly make out the face neither. Long story short. Seems like the military was harboring a few things behind their walls. Most she could make of it, was prisoners. Probably innocent prisoners because... c'mon. You really think they'd actually punish the bad guys? Hilarious.

She didn't know much, but her father's plan was clear, to expose them. And... that's exactly what got him killed. Or so, she thinks anyway.

Joey moved out after her father's death and moved her relationships, out the window. She's not too sure when's the last time she talked to her family, but... she didn't really need to. Or felt the need to be reminded of the night she'd almost witnessed her father's death. After seeing her father stumble to the ground, the killer tried to run and Joey ran after them but it was too late, she pulled on the killer's clothing and something clattered to the ground. A pin? She made her way back to her father but by the time she did. He was just a lifeless corpse. Joey stopped sobbing momentarily to see something beside her,

A burnt rose.

How they ended up at the Academy:
After the night her father died, The only thing the killer had left behind besides the rose, was a pin. Which had 'VAA' across, she didn't understand what it meant. So, naturally, she dedicated all of her time to find out what it was. It took about a year of research, and mostly getting ready for it.

There's no way she'd be accepted.

Or so she thought.

But why train so hard to pretend to be an assassin? Jo wasn't a murderer, nor did she want to be one. The only person she wanted to kill was someone who was dumb enough to kill her father. Her motive was revenge, and if that made her murderer? It was worth it.

Instead of trying to apply. Why not get their attention? Joey decided to hack their beloved 'social media.' Mess with a few accounts, take over the whole website... and soon enough there was an email in her inbox.

With a warning... Along with admission to their school. Now, nothing was standing in her way.

Going to school with a bunch of psycho killers?

How exciting.

Weapon of choice: Ballistic Knife, gun.

Kill count: 0.
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[Elf_Ruler]

Full Name: Magnolia Kent
Nickname: Mags, Maggie
Codename: Flower of Death
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date of Birth: May 28

Appearance
Height: 5'4
Tattoos/piercings: A small tattoo of a flower behind her ear.

Spoiler: Tattoo

Other appearance stuff: She has meany ear piercings

Spoiler: Piercings

Personality:
Strengths
1. Intelligent, especially with science and chemicals
2. Observant to everyone and everything around her, can notice the smallest details
3. Adaptive to her surrounding, and can change to fit her surroundings in a heartbeat
4. Quick with a knife

Weaknesses:
1. Anything that deals with a computer
2. Physical hand-to-hand combat (She's just bad at it)
3. Lacks of motivation in solo and group events

Vices:
1. Stubborn. If she doesn't want to do something she will not do it
2. Apathetic. She feels absolutely nothing for anyone on anything, though she wants to feel
3. Reckless. Because of her lack of care she won't think plans through and will go into them head first.

Virtues:
1. Honest, she won't lie about anything to anyone. She feels no need to lie.
2 Loyalty, she is as loyal as they come that is once she has deemed you worth of it.
3. Prudence, she will always do what she believes is best in the end, for either herself or others. This depends on the situation.

Likes:
1. Giant soft blankets
2. The beach and the sand between her toes
3. Animals. All of them

Dislikes:
1. Overly emotional people
2. Over-indulgence
3. Dirty dishes left in a sink

Other

How they ended up at the Academy:
How did she end up at the academy? Magnolia growing up was a strange child, she loved killing ants with a magnifying glass, just loved watching them burn. That had been her thing and as she aged well she began to get into more and more trouble. She began to hang out with the wrong crowd and get involved with the wrong people. She began to o petty theft and then she met one person. The person who ruined her life and made her apathetic. It ended in one drunken night and the loss of her innocence. She flipped a switch and made her revenge not just on them but on anyone like them. She had finally made it to killing the one person and she did. She was in the cover a night when it went down. She had managed to get around, using a little science to make sure she had knocked out the dogs without harm and then she slit their throat and left them to bleed. She left a flower drawn in their blood as a remembrance that she had been the one to kill. She doesn't remember who exactly approached her but she got recruited by the academy, but turns out the person she murdered was the child of one of the most notorious mob bosses and she had managed to out maneuver all the protection that had been set in place for this person and that had apparently caught the eye of the academy.

How long they have been attending:
1 year

Roommate: Riley Ramos ( FireMaiden )

Weapon of choice:
Knives, mostly small ones that she can hide in her boot, but give her a large one and she'll still do damage.

Anything else
Kill count: 1 but she doesn't talk about it
pets: A fat guinea pig named Gus-Gus

Spoiler: Gus-Gus

 

[Moonshadow]

Full Name:
Atlas Macharoy

Codename:
Aries

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Date of Birth:
August 25, 2009


Appearance

Realistic Faceclaim or Description:
Darin Blaine Wilkens





Height:
6’2

Tattoos/piercings:
Bicep


Other appearance stuff: N/A


Personality(3+ for each):

Strengths:
Quick Thinking, Using his Environment, Hand to hand combat, Driving

Weaknesses:
Stealth, Prioritizing, Emotions, Making Decisions, Over-Thinking

Vices:
Easily Trusting, Reckless, Two-Faced, Overthinks

Virtues:
Big Heart, Emotional, Believes in the Good, Protective

Likes:
Martial Art Movies/Action Movies, Stuffed Animals, Kids, and Family

Dislikes:
Straightforward Thinkers, Heartless People, Manipulators, and Liars


Other

How they ended up at the Academy:
Atlas never thought or never wanted to kill someone. He lived a relatively good life with his mother, father, and younger sister. He would watch action movies with his sister and father. Which prompted him to learn Martial Arts and fighting from his Grandpa in his small Dojo, his little sister also did it too. He went to school, was the top of his class, and planned to go to college.

Well, until he came home to find his mother and father had been murdered while he was away and his sister, missing. At the age of 18.

His heart was ripped at the seams, he didn’t know what to do. He felt alone, lost and he found he couldn’t sit idle while the only member of his family was possibly alive. He decided to find his killers and kill them, to find his sister. However, his initial findings didn’t lead him to the right people. He found a small gang of three people and he intended to kill their leader, believing he was the one who killed Atlas’s family. As he attacked the leader, it was revealed he wasn’t the one and Atlas had killed him in the end out of self-defense. Later, he found out the leader was a father. This had made him spiral, almost to a point to no return until the Academy has reached out to him.

He wanted to deny, but his short time lover, told him otherwise. Entertaining the idea that if he wanted to find a killer, he only needed to be around one. A sheep in wolf’s clothes instead of the other way around. He was convinced he would go, either to find him in getting his sister back and killing his murderer, or finding the murderer perhaps among the assassins.

Been at Academy:
1 year

Kill count:
5

Weapon of choice:
Gun and Knife​

 

[fin]

Basics

Full Name:
North Jackson
Codename:
Compass (North, East West, South. Duh)
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Date of Birth:
January 27, 2009

Appearance

Height:
6'1"
Weight:
Approx. 205lbs.
Tattoos/Piercings:
Ear lobe piercing on each ear (often wears diamond studs),
Rose tattoo on left hand
Other appearance stuff:
N/A

Personality(3+ for each):
Strengths:
Charm, Intuition, Intelligence, Flirtatious, Street Fighting, Aim
Weaknesses:
Overly Determined, Anger, Bossy,
Vices:
Selfish, Prideful, Disloyal
Virtues:
Patient, Disciplined, Responsible, Ambitious,
Likes:
Big Guns, Women, Pools, Large Houses, Cars, Rap, Jewelry, Basketball
Dislikes:
Police, the News, Poverty, Dull People and Conversations

Other
How they ended up at the Academy:
Son of Brooklyn native and (the Rose) gang leader, Nassir Jackson, North was exposed to the "thug" life from a young age. Witnessing a large portion of New York crime first-hand, as well as the only heir to one of the most fierce cartel enforcers and drug running gang in the Brooklyn area, it's no surprise North joined the pool of adults admitted to the Academy. At 11 he shot his first firearm, and grew proficient in using hand-guns, snipers, and most any firearm available to him. The nickname "Compass" not only references his name, but the Brooklyn-area tease that any bullet shot by North will likely "find" you. Having grown to being the right-hand of his father in Brooklyn, North's kill spree that began roughly around the time he'd aged 16 ended before being captured in an NYPD raid. In an agreement that involved not snitching on his gang members, North was instead transferred to Villmont Academy rather than Rikers Island Max Prison, though he didn't know where he'd be going until he actually arrived.
How long they have been attending:
One year.
Weapon of choice:
Glock 19 Semi Automatic Pistol. North doesn't necessarily mind using other firearms.
Kill Count: Not officially disclosed, estimated between 100-200 from 2025-2029.
Roommate: None​

 

[Dak]

Full Name: Freedom Washington
Codename: The American
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date of Birth: July 4th, 1988

Instrcutor or student? Instructor​

Realistic Faceclaim or Description:

Height:6ft. 5in.
Tattoos/piercings:
Right arm:

Left Arm:

Back:

Other appearance stuff:
He will always have an American flag on his somewhere.

Personality: Freedom or Dom is a smart man, who has a heroic spirit dwelling within him. He will personally go out of his way to take care of someone. Even if it doesn't end out great for him. Dom can be a bit reckless when he needs to, running in front of someone to protect them or just straight running headfirst into gunfire. He is a calm cool and collected man but when pushed to his limit his instincts kick in and he moves on his own. He's impulsive, making certain decisions with his gut. After everything is said and done and the debrief is over, Dom can become abrasive with his words. Pinpointing where something goes wrong. He can be pushy and make his trainees crawl through the mud to make them harder. He doesn’t take any shit, and if you don’t even own up to your mistake he will put them down.

Likes: Freedom, Democracy, his fellow man

Dislikes: oppression, tyranny, anyone that stands before him, Slackers, anyone who doesn’t own up to their mistakes

How they ended up at the Academy:
Freedom or Dom as most people call him was born in the heartland of Texas on a cattle ranch. His dad served in Vietnam, and his grandpop served in WW II against the Germans. Both loving America and all it has to offer, Dom's parents raised him to be a patriotic man. His father, James, taught him how to shoot when he was five years old. He first picked up the gun for pleasure but then went on to be an Olympic athlete for marksmanship. He had never missed a shot in his life. After years of training on shooting, he was approached by a man in a black suit. He said that he had an opportunity of the lifetime and he should go with him to New York.

He was first a student, but after he finished his schooling and went out into the world. He made quite a big name for himself, even getting called back to his alma mater to teach. He isn’t out of the game, but only for top tier contracts. He has three rules. 1. No kids. 2. They have to be evil. 3. He doesn’t work for free. If his contracts follow those three rules then he will have no problems.

Weapon of choice:

Other: Has a pet eagle named Justice
His calling card is a bottle of single malt whiskey

 

[vinn]

lets get this bread

Full Name: Hallie Asakura Ishii
Codename: DAISY
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Date of Birth: September 8th, Virgo.

How they ended up at the Academy: Four years ago, a killer under the alias DAISY gained rapid attention on the darkweb. They were known for their disturbingly enchanting photographs that threw perverts in a uproar of grotesque fervor.

She was the Da Vinci of their world.

Hallie Ishii was a sophomore in high school when her first picture went viral. She would never forget him - her muse. The man she decapitated. His expression sparked a revelation of artistic genius within the young girl. The kind of talent that would have been blasphemous to obscure. Raised as a foster child to Izaya Ishii (a legend in the world of contract killers), Hallie had the normal life of an American school girl. She was perfectly established in her life and detached from all the people she was told to kill.

Post high school graduation, she:

1. Got over taking pictures of dead people​

(causing the despair of DAISY fanatics).​

2. Got kicked out of art school.​

3. Was invited to Villmont Academy.​

4. Her new thing is fruits - food porn, specifically.​

How long they have been attending: 8 months.


Appearance:
Height: 5'4" ft

• Has a habit of piercing herself in various places. She removes the majority of them and keeps a selected few.
• Her skin heals remarkably and rarely scars.
• Her most prominent body marking is from removing her kidney (and selling it online just to show Izaya how easy the dark web was to use).

Personality:
Strengths:
She seems like a normal, chill girl. Knows life from two perspectives.
Conditioned to be a killer at a young age - a professional.
She has the uncanny ability to utilize anything into a weapon.
Very misplaced with killers - easily overlooked but sociably likable.
swordsmanship, driving, jiu jitsu, teamwork, hacking, dog training, accuracy and fatal hits.

Weaknesses:
Ignorant to her own twisted morals and inability to feel remorse.
Tendency to become impulsive when properly provoked - extremely temperamental.
Her reckless delirium is incredibly self destructive and she finds that exhilarating.
Her obsessive personality consumes her priorities.
fucking sp00ky ghosts, vanity, tying knots, endurance, centipedes, irrational bursts of anger.


Vices: hedonism, masochism, cupidity, decadence, hypocrisy, mania, voraciousness
Virtues: vivaciousness, fortitude, perspicacity, candor, dauntlessness, benevolence, tenacity

Likes: fashion, recreational drugs, museums, arson, all genres of music (current obsession with heavy metal), gambling, roughhousing, piercings and needles, FOODPORN.
Dislikes: asian horror movies, shit with a lot of legs, the feeling when you think you forgot something but think okay maybe not but then you realize you did leave something after you already left the goddamn house, fuck you calculus ya moms a hoe.

Other:
Lets be honest. She got kicked out of art school because she didn't know a thing about art.
The viral nature of her photographs on the dark web fed her ego into believing she was an artistic Messiah. She accepted the academy's invitation on a whim during a collapse of creativity. Currently she has found inspiration again and has gained recognition for her food pornography (OOC: inspired off Stephanie Sarley's work).

Weapon of choice: Katana.
Pets: Five canines and a goldfish named Mr. Sunshine.

 

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basic information

Full Name: Jasper Blackwater
Codename: Key
Age:Twenty-two
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date of Birth:August 26th

appearance

Face Claim: Grant Gustin
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light brown
Height:6'2"
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:A tattoo of a key

Spoiler: tattoo

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in depth

Strengths: Stealth, Breaking and Entering, Can unlock anything, Ranged Weapons, Problem-solving, Coming up with strategies.

Weaknesses: Close quarters combat, Time sensitive missions, Doing things without a plan, He isn’t physically strong, Doesn’t have a very high pain tolerance.

Vices: Gullible, Stubborn, Tardy, Hesitant, Opinionated

Virtues: Intelligent, Determined, Curious, Kind, Protective.

Likes: Cats, Puzzles, Coffee, Riddles, Beaches, Complex problem solving, Cake, Tests, Classes, Lockpicking.

Dislikes: Combat; especially hand to hand, excessive use of stamina, The cold, Mud, Fizzy drinks, Centipedes, Milk, Timers.

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history

How long they have attended the Academy: One week

How they got into the Academy:
Being a Legacy was hard enough but Jasper was no normal Legacy. He was born to Isabelle Villmont. His mother was a descendant of the Academy founder Alfred Villmont. She had attended just as her parents had before her and their parents before them. It was what was expected of them. A Villmont who didn’t attend the Acadamy didn’t exist. That was because anyone who wasn’t found worthy was… erased. They were disposed of by an Academy member then everything linked to them was destroyed. With no trace of them ever existing in the first place it was impossible to prove.

Despite being a Blackwater the Villmont family rules still applied to him. For as long as he could remember his parents had nailed it into his head that he needed to be perfect or he would die. This was difficult because despite his parents he wasn’t physically strong and wasn’t a great fighter. No matter how hard they tried to train him to be strong it never worked. So they had to change tactics and make him worthy in another way. They taught him to be intelligent instead. How to kill someone without relying on strength. But most importantly they taught him the art of breaking an entering.

Jasper hasn’t met a lock he couldn’t pick or a place he couldn’t break into. It was almost like a weird little game. How far could he push his luck? How long could he go without getting caught? He needed to push himself past his limits in order to stand out. His life depended on it after all.

As he got older he began to become more anxious. Nothing he did seemed to be good enough for them. His parents started to distance themselves from him, barely acknowledging his presence. He could tell that they were mentally preparing for him to be wiped out. Instead of giving up he became more reckless, pulling all sorts of stunts. Until one day he decided to take it up a notch broke into NASA. He managed to gain access to the launch room where he proceeded to launch a rocket that was nowhere near ready. This resulted in a large fiery explosion that killed twenty people and injured many more. He was horrified at what he had done but when he returned home burnt and bloody his parents basically tackled him in a hug. He had proven himself worthy. But at what cost?

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miscellaneous

Weapons of choice:
A pistol or throwing knives

Fears: Fire and Explosions

Current Kill Count: Twenty People

Best Class: Breaking and Entering

Worst Class: Hand to Hand Combat training

Pets: A very fluffy white cat named Marie. A girl offered to smuggle her in for him, she was pretty nice. The girl didn't ask for anything but a favour in the future. How cool is that?!

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[Sicarius]

Let's make one thing clear: my heart isn't in this. Don't expect me to put forward some insane amount of effort into it, cause I really don't care. Just so you know where I stand. - Corvus

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Basics
Full Name: Raven Solis

Codename: Corvus
Role: Instructor

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight (Heterosexual)

Date of Birth: December 11th, 1995

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Appearance



Faceclaim: Beto Malfacini



Height: 6' 4"



Weight: 220

Tattoos/piercings: None



Extra: Has a huge scar that runs across his chest with what looks to be an improperly healed gash.





Personality



Strengths: Impeccable Aim, uncanny ability to read people, great situational awareness, well versed in many forms of weaponry, strategic, and crafty.

Weaknesses: Obsessed with perfectionism, extremely cynical, overanalytical, poor social skills, impulsive, and highly distrusting.



Vices: Impatient, self-loathing, and closed-minded



Virtues: Fierce, ambitious, and a quick study.

Likes: Cooking, music (secretly plays the violin), art, shooting, and reading.

Dislikes: Women.








Other





How they ended up at the Academy:





Raven had a semi-normal childhood growing up; at least for the first decade of it. His father died months after his birth in a car accident, which left him in the care of his then single mother. Being raised by her alone, Raven somehow managed to progress both as a human being as well as a decent member of society despite not knowing the meaning of a father figure. However, this did not come without complications.​

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Naturally him being fatherless lead to him being ridiculed and bullied at school more often than not, though it generally did not faze the boy. To him... they were just words; lifeless, baseless lies that people used to help shape the world around them into their own desired reality. It was not just the words spoken from the mouths of insignificant individuals that were pointless either. There were the ones found written in books, letters, papers and even on pictures. Knowing what little value words had, a few insults here and there would merely brush past him. It was not until the harassment became physical, that Raven took interest in the actions of others. It was the actions that truly had meaning. Someone could say one thing, yet do the complete opposite... and in the end the only factor that had actual meaning was the action. This was a principal that was quickly learned by the boy, and was the seed that helped plant distrust within his heart.​

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It was clear to him however that these other children were hell-bent on goading him in one form or another. This was an issue that needed to be addressed, and not with just words. Because words never accomplished anything other than motivate people to action; the element that actually lead to result. It did not take long for the boy to handle his predicament... and after a few good swings here and there, Raven effectively ended any future harassment from his peers. It also effectively landed him in the principal's office.​

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Time went on and the boy grew into a young man. As his mind matured and he became more exposed to the world, the further his hatred towards society and humanity as a whole strengthened. He no longer saw people, but rather beings cowering behind the masks they spent their time carefully crafting. Even those who were becoming close to him seemed as if they were nothing short of fake. Then, in his second year of high school Raven made his first true friends.

Every principle he has ever devised from observation seemingly faded away with this new experience. Raven began to connect with these people, and for a time, realized a different part of life. A part where words almost seemed real. He then opened up more to them, and in turn they seemingly invested in him more. Soon he was engaging in casual parties and group outings; things he never saw himself doing. Laughter was a word he started to be familiar with, fulfillment being another. Finally, the last word he would ever think to be the truest of them all found its way towards him: love.

Raven was at one of his friend's parties, when he met her for the first time. She stood there hesitant, uncomfortable, yet gleaming with her eyes glistening with excitement. She stood from afar, watching the events further develop with a look of intrigue. She was an observer, much like he was. At least, that is what she appeared to be. Eventually, they found their way to each other. It was practically an inevitability, as if the very concept of fate and its strings were revealing itself. Perhaps he was not just dealt an unlucky hand, but rather destiny was just unravelling before him.

The more and more he spent time with her, the less and less he believed in his own principles. What he thought to be truths no longer seemed obvious, and he wondered if maybe he had just been delusional. His assumptions and conclusions he had from past experiences were not adding up to he satisfaction and happiness he found being with her. It was an unmistakable yet unfamiliar feeling... but he knew that he wanted it to last forever.

But there was still one very important and empirical principle to remember: nothing lasts forever.

Life was toying with him. It had to be. Nothing was true anymore. Nothing was real anymore. The only thing that was real, was the blood dripping off of his hands. Just when he was becoming something different, he reverted back to where he started. Alone, spiteful, and cynical. Love was just word, a word like anything else. How could this girl utter the words "I love you" continuously, while behind closed doors making love to another? She used her words to tell him that she loved him, but used her actions to tell him she loved someone else. In the end, the action was the truth. The word was the lie.

It did not take long for Raven to find his cheating girlfriend in the act, nor did it take long for him to act. He killed them both right there on the spot, feeling no pain or remorse; only closure. That was a word that remained true to him. Closure and results came after action, and the right actions produced the right results. It was the only relationship Raven believed in. From that day forward, Raven swore he would never involved himself with a woman again. The only pain he ever felt from an action was betrayal, and it solidified his cynicism to his very core.

However, he decided to add a new word to his limited acceptable dictionary: killing.

The thrill and enjoyment he received from his vengeance did not stop there. After offing his former girlfriend and her lover, Raven knew he could not return to his normal life. He discovered that he was really proficient in killing, and decided to make it a profession. The first few jobs were sloppy, and it eventually caught the notice of someone important. Raven was soon approached by a master assassin; one who had retired after finishing his career in government performing political assassinations. The assassin decided to take Raven under his wing for reasons unbeknownst to him. Yet for some odd reason, Raven felt a special connection between them.

After years and years, Raven was trained to his fullest extent and ability. His skill with a snipe rifle was unparalleled, and became a staple for most of his work. Seldom did he ever perform a hit outside of the use of sniping, though some cases called for a more personal touch. He was taught how to use a variety of weapons, which his "teacher" referred to them as "tools for the job". Each was a tool for a specific function. All could kill, but specialized in pathways toward death. Raven took this to heart, as he found the results of his training to be fruitful. Soon enough, Raven decided to take on the code name "Corvus", which was a nod to his own name and a reference to his profession: death. From there he climbed up the ladder of assassins until he became under an international watchlist.

His kill count kept climbing, and the money kept coming in. Yet the money was not the driving force behind his motivation. With every kill, every separation of body and soul, Raven imagined the faces of his betrayers on every single person he assassinated. He emulated the scenario over and over, getting fulfilment and satisfaction again and again. At the very least, it was a very good coping mechanism.

Just when things seemed like they could not become any crazier, a revelation was given to him. One day, his mentor was acting odd. Inquiring on the eccentric behavior, the master assassin hesitatingly revealed his true intentions... as well as identity. The man who sculpted Raven into who he was, was none other than his own father.

His father's "death" was staged by the government. He had originally been an assassin much like Raven was now, but after being caught by the government, his father was given a contract to work for the government in exchange for freedom. This of course was done under the table, and there still remained the unfinished business with his former identity. Thus, the government worked to fake his demise, so that he would no longer be tied down by his past. He would have to leave it all behind in order to be the new man he was, if he wanted to live a life that did not involve prison doors.

The fact that this whole time his father had been alive, and the fact that he did not invest in him at all during his early years hit Raven in the moment; and it infuriated him. A deathly fight broke out between them, starting as a heated argument and leading to physical harm. Rage pulsing through his entire body, Raven went at his father with the sole intent to kill. After all, it had now been engraved into him. The fight lead to Raven being seriously wounded however, with his father barely missing his heart by stabbing him with a knife. With the last ounce of his strength, Raven managed to get one shot off from his handgun. As if there was any room for doubt, his shot landed a fatal blow directly between his father's eyes. To this day, not only was he mentally marked by betrayal... but now Raven had a physical mark of betrayal on his chest.

From then on Raven was nothing more than a ghost, and a cold-blooded killer. It was all he could do, so the kills kept getting piled up. It seemed so routine, that when he finally took on the largest job of his career, he thought nothing of it. It went south, he found himself in too deep, and soon he was captured. Just as he thought his story was now over, a strange man had somehow managed to get him in a private interrogation room far from any prison or city. A deal had been offered to him... only it did not seem like it was government. The man gave him a proposal: There was a school for assassins, one that was hidden and unknown to the ordinary world. Only those engrossed in the underworld knew of its existence, and even then most only knew it through stories. In exchange for dropped charges (the details of how that happened not known to Raven), Raven was to become an instructor for the school and give them his insight in sharpshooting... as well as close quarters combat. Hesitatingly of course, Raven accepted. Thus his life at Villmont Academy began. Regrettably.

How long they have been attending: He has just begun, and will be instructing for his first semester.

Weapon of choice: Sniper Rifle, Semi-Automatic Pistols, Knives.



Kill Count: 52





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[SadistPoet]

Basics

Full Name:

Renee Sharpe

Codename:

Whisper

Age: 19

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Straight

Date of Birth:

December 1st

Appearance

Description:

Renee stands at a modest height of 5'1 (155 CM) with long unkempt dark brown hair that falls just below her hips. She has seemingly perpetual dark bags beneath her foggy blue eyes that hint at a lack of rest, or simply unfortunate genetics. Her face is awfully angular and is gaunt hinting at a lack of ample nutrition (Or a lack of self-care). She has thin glossy lips with a pleasant red coloration. Her voice is melodic and pleasant - seemingly contradicting her ghoulish appearance. Renee has a slight frame that would not take much to overpower - she can not be no-more than 100 pounds in weight. Along with her slight frame is a pale complexion that amplifies the blue of her veins beneath her skin.

Personality(3+ for each):

Strengths:

Skilled in hypnosis and hypno-therapy (Requires cooperation or restraint of individual in question).
Expert at administering poisons and hallucinogens to maximum effect (Uses these in tandem with hypnosis).
Has a lack of serious fear outside of extraordinary circumstances.
Highly skilled with audio-manipulation software.
Strong-stomach.

Weaknesses:

No notable combat skill.
Physically weak.
Socially stupid outside of controlled social environments (Ex: Would be bad at parties, but great in a formal meeting)
Overestimates her capabilities to alter peoples minds via hypnosis (Can be overpowered depending on the person).

Vices:

Firm believer in "ends justifying the means." Has very little ethics when it comes to research.
Lack of empathy towards animals. Frequently uses them in hallucinogen/poison experiments.
Seldom will take others advice. Renee believes herself to be smarter than others.
Obsession with "fixing" others minds.

Virtues:

Empathetic to others mental illnesses and quirks.
Brutally honest.
Non-judgmental of strange behaviors - is interested instead.

Likes:

Rats (Her favorite test subjects).
Fudge
Energy Drinks
Teaching
Giving therapy
Loyal people (to her at-least)

Dislikes:

Those who talk more than listen
Skeptics of her practice


Other
How they ended up at the Academy:

Renee was a High-School drop out who spent the majority of her time in her parents basement. Both of her parents were far too sympathetic to little Renee for her own good. They thought her sudden disinterest in all things of standard academia was a result of depression, thus they caved into all her desires and wishes. They gave her all the strange items she requested such as audio equipment and chemicals. Sure, they had their suspicions, but Renee simply said she loved chemistry in school so much she still wanted to do it. Their sweet little Renee suddenly became infatuated with studying drugs and the human mind.

She began publishing audio clips online under the name "Whisperer" that were hypnosis tracks for the basic things such as motivation, anxiety, and depression. This gave her a small following online which even netted her some income by selling custom-made tracks. The small success Renee was enjoying furthered her parents acceptance of her new-found direction in life. Little did they know that this was all part of a nefarious experiment.

In addition to her parents, Renee had a supportive older brother who took great interest in his little-sisters hobby of chemistry and hypnosis. He was glad to see her doing something with her life other than loathing. He would volunteer to take light hallucinogenic drugs and receive hypno-therapy. Little did he know that she was slowly seeding subliminal messages into his head to give him undying loyalty to her. She would test various commands on him. It started as basic ones telling him to go out to the store and buy her some chocolate. She would never think of having him do anything serious, but she mused over whether or not she could get him to do something severe.

This is when she turned to her online community of followers. She released new audio tracks with subliminal messages skillfully inserted in with audio software. These messages were intended to help open up her listeners minds more and more to suggestion. Then on one night she did the unthinkable - all for the sake of curiosity. Following an audio track intended to help with depression she gave a single order, "Grab the nearest sharp object and kill the one you love with it."

Of-course it did not work on everyone. It apparently worked enough for suited men to show up and take her away. She was given the offer to attend some sort of "Assassin" academy or face capital punishment. Renee smiled and knew that her grand experiment had bore fruit.

How long they have been attending:

1 week.

Weapon of choice:

Poison, hypnosis, and hallucinogens. She tends to use hallucinogens and hypnosis to brainwash the innocent into killing for her. Renee is still working on a technique to where she can use prolonged hypnosis to shut down the effected heart on command after she is done with them.

If she has to get her hands dirty herself then she will resort to using a knife or small handgun. She is not very good with these weapons and is currently training with them.

Kill Count: She had close to ten-thousand frequent listeners. It is unclear how many fell victim to her experiment.

Roomate: Addison

 

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Gender

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Sexuality

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Date of Birth

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How long they have been attending: First day

Weapon of choice: An empty syringe, poison, or a small knife

Kill count: Around 22

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The Acrobat

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Around 22

Gender

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Sexuality

Heterosexual

Date of Birth

October 31st

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Hair Color
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Height
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Weight
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Nickname

The Acrobat

Age

Around 22

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual/ Sapiosexual

Date of Birth

October 31st

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Strengths

Pressure Point Fighting | Acrobatics (Parkour and the like) | Cooking | Science (Mostly Anatomy and Chemistry) | Eidetic Memory |


Weaknesses

Long range weapons | Blending in | Socializing | Bi-polar Depression |


Vices

Socially Awkward | Can’t Trust Easily | Stubborn | Too Quiet | Submissive-ish |


Virtues

Caring | Adventurous | Hyper Intelligent | Loyal | Versatile | Compassionate |


Likes

Being outside | Music | Athletics | Music | Experimenting | Thunderstorms | Food | All forms of entertainment | Learning


Dislikes

Drinking | Drugs | Bullies | Anger | Gore | Crowds | Warm Colors | Guns |

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Nickname

The Acrobat

Age

Around 22

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual/ Sapiosexual

Date of Birth

October 31st

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How they ended up at the Academy
Addie was kidnapped at a very young age and grew up as part of a sex trafficking ring. She was constantly abused until she was old enough to be used for other purposes and then she was abused even more. They constantly kept her on a steady string of drugs and she often felt herself in a state of half awareness, never really knowing what was going on. When she around the age of 16, they started forcing her to participate in the kidnappings, which only broke her apart. She had accepted her fate of being in that kind of life, but she couldn’t bring herself to take other young girls to be put in the same fate. When she refused, her captors beat her until they were forced to drop her off, stranded, at a hospital.

The police immediately took an interest in her, which alarmed her captors. One night, they snuck into her hospital room and tried to kill her, but she was lucky enough to be awake and aware at the time, and was able to defend herself. She ended up killing them with an empty syringe, completely on accident. When she discovered what she had done, she fled. She was both afraid for her life, from the people who had forced her into that life, but also from the police. For a couple years, she spent her time on the run, but also trying to figure out exactly who she was, recovering from her forced drug addiction and other physical issues she had. It was a very hard time for her. Fortunately, she figured out exactly what she wanted to do with life and spent the next couple years training herself to be successful in accomplishing it.

She wanted to save all the kids who had been taken and made it her mission to hunt down the people in the organization and kill them. She had serious moral obligations against it, but was willing to live in this constant state of doubt and fear so that others could be saved. She didn’t end up starting until she was around 22, but she was extremely successful. While the few deaths she racked up very much looked like natural deaths, there was no denying the connection they all shared. Law enforcement started taking a specified interest and were able to figure out who her next target was. They waited for her, but before she got there, officials of the school were able to ferry her away into the night so she wouldn’t get caught.

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The Acrobat

Age

Around 22

Gender

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Sexuality

Heterosexual/ Sapiosexual

Date of Birth

October 31st

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chris'coding

Spoiler: Phone Friendly

Full Name: Addison Myton
Codename: The Acrobat

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Date of Birth: October 31st


Appearance

Realistic Faceclaim or Description:


Height: 5'2"

Tattoos/piercings: Several

Other appearance stuff: Scars all over her body, most notable one jagged one on her jaw and two long ones running down her back

Personality(3+ for each):
Strengths
Pressure Point Fighting | Acrobatics (Parkour and the like) | Cooking | Science (Mostly Anatomy and Chemistry) | Eidetic Memory |


Weaknesses
Long range weapons | Blending in | Socializing | Bi-polar Depression |


Vices
Socially Awkward | Can’t Trust Easily | Stubborn | Too Quiet | Submissive-ish |


Virtues
Caring | Adventurous | Hyper Intelligent | Loyal | Versatile | Compassionate |


Likes
Being outside | Music | Athletics | Music | Experimenting | Thunderstorms | Food | All forms of entertainment | Learning


Dislikes
Drinking | Drugs | Bullies | Anger | Gore | Crowds | Warm Colors | Guns |

Other
How they ended up at the Academy:
Addie was kidnapped at a very young age and grew up as part of a sex trafficking ring. She was constantly abused until she was old enough to be used for other purposes and then she was abused even more. They constantly kept her on a steady string of drugs and she often felt herself in a state of half awareness, never really knowing what was going on. When she around the age of 16, they started forcing her to participate in the kidnappings, which only broke her apart. She had accepted her fate of being in that kind of life, but she couldn’t bring herself to take other young girls to be put in the same fate. When she refused, her captors beat her until they were forced to drop her off, stranded, at a hospital.

The police immediately took an interest in her, which alarmed her captors. One night, they snuck into her hospital room and tried to kill her, but she was lucky enough to be awake and aware at the time, and was able to defend herself. She ended up killing them with an empty syringe, completely on accident. When she discovered what she had done, she fled. She was both afraid for her life, from the people who had forced her into that life, but also from the police. For a couple years, she spent her time on the run, but also trying to figure out exactly who she was, recovering from her forced drug addiction and other physical issues she had. It was a very hard time for her. Fortunately, she figured out exactly what she wanted to do with life and spent the next couple years training herself to be successful in accomplishing it.

She wanted to save all the kids who had been taken and made it her mission to hunt down the people in the organization and kill them. She had serious moral obligations against it, but was willing to live in this constant state of doubt and fear so that others could be saved. She didn’t end up starting until she was around 22, but she was extremely successful. While the few deaths she racked up very much looked like natural deaths, there was no denying the connection they all shared. Law enforcement started taking a specified interest and were able to figure out who her next target was. They waited for her, but before she got there, officials of the school were able to ferry her away into the night so she wouldn’t get caught.


How long they have been attending: First day

Weapon of choice: Empty syringe, poison, or a small knife

Kill Count: 22

Pets: Sugar Glider

 

[TexasKingPin]

Full Name: Sybil Thorn Weston
Nickname: “Archer Weston”
Codename: "K9"

Spoiler: Sybil

Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Height: 5’7
Build: Athletic
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Grassy Green

Tattoos...

(Top of Left Hand)

Spoiler: Ink

(Full Back)

Spoiler: Ink

Strengths: Strategic, Forward-Thinking, Meditative.

Weaknesses: Over-Thinking, Loner, Quiet.

Vices: Smoking, Her Dogs.

Virtues: Honor, Sly, Pack Leader.

Background: Sybil was born into a family of all boys, five brothers meant she was ready to kick ass as soon as she came out of the womb, but she was also spoiled and well loved. Most of her life was normal with sports and dogs, her family was a hunting family so she learned how to shoot a gun and gut a deer. Her father recognized that she had an affinity for patience, something that his sons didn't have, so he slowly worked towards introducing his third youngest child to archery. From the first time she fired the bow, Sybil was in love and took up the sport with zeal and trained to become the best at it. She didn't really know what she wanted to do with her life, she knew that was good with dogs though and she was a tough person, so she joined the US Marine Corps under a contract that would take her to one of the best K9 schools in the world. She loved every single moment of it, the physical work and the training, the dogs, the people. Every year she spent in the Marines was the best and when she was finally released, what could she do now? Sybil was lost for a while, but she continued to practice her skills in archery and amass a small pack of highly trained dogs that were deathly loyal to their master. She got this strange letter in the mail one day, it was a invitation to come and be an advisor for students and teachers at some academy for assassins academy in the use of K9s. She jumped at it, more like pounced, her gut feeling was telling her to run after this opportunity being presented to her. She was 26 when she was invited to Villmont and now almost 5 years later, she's never regretted her decision and continues to give excellent service to all those who come to her for advice and instruction.

Her Faithful Canine Companions...

Name: King
Age: 2
Sex: Male

Spoiler: King

Name: Sigrid
Age: 5
Sex: Female

Spoiler: Sigrid

Name: Jigsaw
Age: 3
Sex: Male

Spoiler: Jigsaw

Name: Black Dahlia
Age: 3
Sex: Female

Spoiler: Black Dahlia

 

[Dak]

Full Name: Ryan Haywood James
Codename: Legless
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero and happily married
Date of Birth: March 4th

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Appearance​

Realistic Faceclaim or Description: see above

Height: 6' 4"
Tattoos/piercings: 15 total tattoos covering his body
Other appearance stuff: He has very deep green eyes

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Personality(3+ for each):​

Strengths:​

Loyal
Smart
Funny

Weaknesses:​

Missing a leg
prone to act without thinking
Easily angered

Vices:​

Smoking
Drinking
Impatient

Virtues:
Loyalty
Honorable
Assertive
Likes:
His wife
His dog​

Shooting

Dislikes:
Unhonorable people
Knifes
Anyone who blatantly looks at his missing leg

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Other​

How they ended up at the Academy:​

Legless's story begins in a rural town of Westbrook, Maine. His father was a runner for the local motorcycle gang. Running in and out of town. When Ryan was 3 his father was taken away from him. This started the sad story of Ryan Haywood James. Growing up he had no father figure. His mother worked three jobs to keep the house, the power, and the pantry full of food. He went to school like a normal kid. Then everything changed one day.

He was supposed to go out on a date with this blonde girl named Ash. Ryan liked her, but she didn't feel the same. Even hanging out with another man while on their beach date. His hone had rung. It was his mother, his father was killed. In sorrow, he rushed to his bike and tore out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. That's when it happened. The women in the minivan weres fine, Ryan wasn't. He had lost his leg that day. It was crushed by the weight of his bike and the fender of the minivan.

The next month was spent trying to get stronger in his other leg. He had gotten stronger to return to school. That's when he met the love of his life. Her name was Hajar Giles. They spent 4 wonderful years together, trying to outrun a gangster named Valentine Sokolove. Moving from place to place to stay ahead of him. That's when Hajar had received her letter to attend. She was the first one in the school with Ryan joining a year later.

When Hajar graduated, Ryan only had one year left but she was asked to come back and teach. From there everything else is history.

How long they have been attending: 3 years
Weapon of choice: AR15, M9
Anything else you want to include: He is married to Hajar Giles, He is missing his right leg. He has the same motorcycle that he lost his leg too.​

 

[LittleWolfie]

Maeve ‘Mae’ Elisa Whitlaw


Basics
Codename:
Lightning

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Date of Birth:
14th October

Appearance

Realistic Faceclaim:
Kathryn Prescott

Height:
5’4”

Tattoos/piercings:
A small lightning bolt

Spoiler: Tattoo

Other appearance stuff:
Numerous scars from training and jobs

Personality
Strengths:
Martial Arts
Parkour/Free-running
High Pain Tolerance
Fronting

Weaknesses:
Hacking
Science
Cooking

Vices:
Reckless
Emotionally Guarded
Trust Issues

Virtues:
Confident
Fearless
Job Detachment

Likes:
Sparring
Heights
Coffee
Climbing

Dislikes:
Feelings
Needing Help
Morons

Other
How they ended up at the Academy:
Killing is ingrained in Mae’s DNA. She was raised by her father, also an assassin, and trained from the get-go in how to kill with the expectation that she would follow in her father’s footsteps and then attend Villmont when she was old enough. That plan was expedited somewhat when aged eighteen, Mae stumbled upon her mother’s autopsy report. Turns out that she hadn’t died in childbirth but instead it seemed that she was murdered. After some more digging, she located her father’s diary from that time and was horrified at what she discovered. Her mother had wanted to get out of the assassin life and take Mae with her once she was born but her father wouldn’t have it. Safe to say that was the last say Mae’s father drew breath and the very next day the eighteen year-old was off to the academy, if a little early.

How long they have been attending:
3 Years

Weapon of choice:
Knives

Kill count:
96​

 

[TexasKingPin]

**Under Construction, New Character Coming Soon**

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Basics
Full Name: Kuro 'Noir' Tadori
Codename: Black Snow
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date of Birth: 5th of January

Appearance
Realistic Faceclaim or Description: Kuro is a pale skinned woman with of average height and slender body, narrow black eyes and pitch black short hair moved to the side to cover her left eye which is grey due to it being blind with a scar she wants to forget. Her usual attire varies, but is normally seen with a black jacket, jeans and leather boots.

Height: 7'3
Tattoos/piercings: None
Other appearance stuff: She is never without her black, blue and white scarf, knitted by Winter

Personality: Kuro is a quiet and reserved woman who can be considered the hardest person to read. She is, most of the time, calm and collected, and capable of keeping her emotions on track and under control and mostly addresses everybody with a blank look. She is mostly called emotionless and apathetic for this reason. She is more of a 'straight to the point' kind of person, not really bothering to sweeten the truth. She values self-control above all and somewhat dislikes people who can't get a hold of their emotions or themselves. Despite her cold and sarcastic demeanor, Kuro does her best to help those she cares about, which varies from giving them medical and psychological advice to taking them to hang out and have some group talks.

Strengths: Hand to Hand Combat, Ranged Combat, clean kills, cooking, strategizing, Medical things, stealth, deception, high stamina and cleaning.

Weaknesses: cats, alcohol, apathetic, coffee

Vices: apathy, coldness, sarcasm

Virtues: loyalty, brutal honesty, observant, calm/collected, quick thinking

Likes: Books, silence, coffee, order, colour black, children, cleanliness, exercise, snow, cats and music

Dislikes: People losing control of their feelings or themselves, blood, dirtiness, loud people, people who annoy on purpose, noise, crowds and people who take things for granted.

Other

How they ended up at the Academy: Noir was a doctor and a good one too. She saved lives, gave people medicine, helped in some surgeries here and there, yep, she was one of the best and had a good house, nice friends and was the happiest girl in the hospital. That is, until someone killed her friend, She got depressed. Then they striked again and killed the only woman who was her best friend, who she mentored and who she fell in love with. Bianca Sesonne or as she was known to pretty much everyone, Winter. That was when Noir snapped. She knew the murderer, but he didn't know her. So one day, the murderer came to the hospital with his family and she, thirsty for revenge, slowly killed them off by making them sicker. Giving them the wrong medicine, making errors on purpose on their surgeries. That's how she killed the murderers's family and she shot the murderer herself. Everyone thought their sickness was so bad it killed them and the poor man killed himself, only Noir knew the truth. And she stopped feeling or caring, just like that. The next day, men in suits found her and took her to the school she now goes to.


How long they have been attending: Just came

Weapon of choice: Guns, syringes and knives.

Anything else you want to include:

She prefers to be called Noir. Only very trusted friends/ certain people know her real name

She puts many silencers on her guns. She likes to kill quickly and quietly.

She has a soft spot for children and regrets killing the murderers's kids.

Touch her scarf without permission or make it dirty and you'll find a gun to your head


Kill count: 5

Pets: White cat named Winter, in honor of her deceased friend, who dyed her hair white and loved cats.

 

[NewAgeBlack]

Basics

Full Name: Dante Corven
Codename: Vulture
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date of Birth: February 3rd

Spoiler: Appearance

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Height: 5'9
Weight: 174 lbs


Personality(3+ for each):
Strengths: Hand to hand combat, fighting with weapons and firearms in general, High pain tolerance, stealth, resourceful, intuition, is generally a team player and is fine with following orders for the most part
Weaknesses: Easily recognizable, not the smartest , charm, stubborn when he has his mind set on something, single-minded, highly emotional
Vices: Violent, Chaotic, Nihilistic, Self Destructive, Confrontational, Hypocritical, Selective Empathy
Virtues: Straightforward, Honest, Loyal, Determined, Dauntless
Likes: Music, Good Food, Having Friends,
Carnage, The Smell of Blood

Dislikes: "Normal People", Sports, Rules and Laws, Children, Sitting Still, Being Alone

Other
How they ended up at the Academy:
Running away from a broken home at a young age, Dante spent the majority of his adolescence living in the streets. It wasn't uncommon for the local gangs in his area to use the young boy as a mule or a messenger. It was at the age of 13 when he first developed a tasted for blood, killing a rival gang member in self defense. After that Dante was invited to join the ranks of the gang, which he accepted and it was from then on that he'd make a living off of robberies and selling drugs. Though two years later, he ended up going into hiding and leaving the city after a botched home invasion that resulted in three deaths. Feeling no guilt, instead feeling a rush of adrenaline and power from the experience, his life of crime didn't stop there. He moved into a small apartment with an older friend where his crime spree continued over the next two years. As his notoriety as "Vulture" began to spread, at the age of 17, he'd find himself being recruited by a small group of domestic terrorists that was well known for their violent behavior. It was there when his killing spree began. Known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, he gradually moved up to the ranks as one of the organization's top enforcers. Eventually, after a robbery that resulted in 22 deaths, the authorities began to crack down on the group and the ringleaders of the organization were found and detained. Dante was forced to go into hiding again, and the stragglers within the group disbanded. Days later, Dante was scouted and captured by Villmont who wished to recruit him. Though when questioned about his affiliation with the organization, he simply claimed that there was no political motives behind his attacks and that his only goal was to cause as much carnage as possible.

How long they have been attending: 6 Months

Weapon of choice: Knives and other sharp objects, but is generally fine with whatever he can get his hands on.
Kill count: Claims to have killed 70+​

 

[Meme Machine]

Basics
Full Name:
Sophie Evangeline Prince
Codename:
Pestilence
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Mm.... yes
Date of Birth:
June 2nd, Gemini

Appearance
Realistic Faceclaim or Description:


Height:
5’ 4”
Tattoos/piercings:

Spoiler: Ink-Piercings

Personality:

• Bipolar
• Unpredictable
• Comes off as ‘crazy’
• Protective
• Happy/Excited 90% of the time over nothing
• Very Harley Quinn esq.
• Sarcastic
• Sassy
• Confidant

Strengths:

• Doesn’t overthink things
• Her charisma and confidence
• Lying
• Creating and mixing poison (gas, liquid, or solid)
• Antidotes, though she focuses on the opposite
• Ability to hide from the government
• Slight hacking abilities
• Can hide in plain sight
• Makeup abilities. I mean she can look like a entirely different person. Literally

Weaknesses:

• Sometimes too confidant
• Anger issuestm
• Doesn’t talk to people she doesn’t like
• Won’t work with anyone if they have insulted her and not apologized
• Can’t control which personality she is at what time

Vices:

• Weirdly blunt
• Makes everything sound like an insult, even if it’s a compliment
• Isn’t ‘your problem solver’
• Doesn’t like to talk about her family

Virtues:

• Protective of her friends
• Won’t judge you for anything
• Does it with a smile on her face
• Puts the mission and her ally’s before herself (when she wants)

Likes:

• Thunder, but not rain
• Gas masks
• Black clothes
• Cute guys
• Punching people
• Sour and bitter things

Dislikes:

• Rain, but loves thunder
• Sweet things
• Anyone she knows well not coming to her for poison/gases
• Bullies
• Killing kids

Other
How they ended up at the Academy:

Spoiler: In Depth Past

When Sophia Queen was born, her father was severely disappointed. He had hoped for a son, a strong and tough man to take his place as a military officer. To his great displeasure, he had a daughter. Sophie’s mother died several weeks after her birth, which drove her father to drinking. Sophie grew up in an alcoholics home, someone who didn’t care about her and constantly pushed her to be better. Being bullied in school didn’t help either. The golden hue of her eyes truly made her a target of others annoyance. Constantly being pushed made her want to be the best, so when she found out, at only five, she was a natural at chemistry and science, Sophie pushed herself to learn everything she could.

Setting up her room as a laboratory and even using the schools science room when she needed space, Sophie made poisons and chemicals regarding it. Regeneration gases and flesh deterioration was also a part of the mix. When she was seventeen, her father got major ‘alcohol poisoning’ and was killed. However, only two bottles were found around the body, and very little liquid was located in the autopsy. There are suspicions that alcohol was not the case in Mr. Queens death, but Sophie’s prints were nowhere in the room and she was the one who called in the death.

It was soon after this the government took notice of her skills, after she was kicked out of college for causing a entire wing of the facility’s to.... well, explode. She was labeled as dangerous, but instead of killing her, they recruited her. Finding she was ok ish with hand guns, but horrible with snipers and physical strength for that matter, they put other attributes to the test.

Her agility, thinking skills, reaction time, and IQ were very prominent, but her IQ itself was over 179. When researched, they found that this was due to a part of her brain, a part that kept balance and the muscles in check, was damaged, causing that brain power to move to her intellectual side. That’s why she was able to learn so quickly, and why she was so smart for a seventeen year old, getting into collar such a young age.

Working for the government, Pestilence created several kinds of toxins and chemicals, even helping in major projects such as infiltrations and forensic science. But all of this changed when an army official thought she was going crazy, due to her lack of humanity and her willingness to make weapons of mass destruction. Therefore, he stole her research. Everything, except a small diary like item written in several different languages. He regarded it as rubbishy, and gave it back to Sophie. Sophie was not crazy at the time, but while staying at the asylum slowly lost her mind. Faking sanity, Sophie escaped at age 19 and ran away to Michigan, where she hid herself. Robbing banks and hacking into things, Sophie gained a well know reputation.

She moved to New York soon after, rumors, as little as they were, drifting around of an academy. She was recruited not long after, making herself know under the alias ‘Rat’. After she was approached, she revealed herself as Pestilence, and explained how she used a second hand alias for the convenience of not being known.

In really short summary, after a rough childhood and a difficult start at college, brilliant mind Sophie Prince was hired by the government. Only a year later, they stole all of her work and reaserch, and threw her into an insane asylum. She faked her way out, running away and swore some type of revenge. She found an opportunity in the academy, and took it with open arms.

How long they have been attending:
A day. She’s one for spurr of the moment decisions

Weapon of choice:
Two long whips, each with barbs and sticks laced with a liquid venom, surprisingly, not of her design.

Anything else you want to include:
Pestilence usually paints her nails in varying colors, and when they’re wet, if she scratches you, it’s lethal. Dry, it’ll just give you a nasty cut.

Kill Count
579

Spoiler: Coding

My computer is currently broken, so coding will be slower coming, if any at all. I simply wanted the sheet in place. This is a finished sheet.