My Character:
Name - Adam Tristan Taylor, goes by Tristan
Age - 27
Gender - Male
Species - Human
Relationship to agent - He is the agent
Appearance -
Personality - Tristan is a strong willed individule who has a bit of a rebellious streak. He can usually be seen with a smirk on his face and some witty remark flying from his mouth. He is a couragous man who is very protective over those he loves and would happily give his life to save them. He is determind and once he choses a path he will see it to the end. He likes to make people laugh and even in the gloomiest situation will do or say something stupid to perk someone up. He is a compasionate man who seeks to help people and tries to oversee others differences. He doesn't like his job but if it will save his family then he will do his best.
Background -

10 Years Ago

A few short hours outside of the capitol of the USA, there was a small subdivision untouched by the dastardly ongoing war. In this quite time forgotten neighborhood there was a simple 2 story home, it was light yellow and its quaint feel, was home to the 4 family members. “Tristan will you say the prayer?" asked an old man as he knelt his gray head. The father in this house was an older man, 52 years of age and his old green eyes held no where near the spark they once did. His wife was younger though not by much she was 47, but she was a small frail thing that looked much older than her age. The tall lankly 17 year old son of this average couple nodded "Yes sir!" he said, happy to say the prayer. He also hung his head, a shaggy blonde head of hair, and closed the piercing blue eyes that held so much ambition for his future. He was a smart boy and had hopes of attending Harvard after his graduation this year, he wanted to become a brain surgeon and the odds were in his favor. "God thank you so very much for the wonderful food you have placed before us let it nurture our bodies and enhance our mind. Let..." The young male started and as he did a small 8 year old girl peeked up from the pair. Her curly red hair was pulled into long pigtails and her bright green eyes scanned the table to see if anyone else was peeking. She was an innocent child who knew nothing of the horrible ways of the world and her parents and older brother worked hard to keep her this way. BAM! The family's heads popped up simultaneously, to see several members of the SWAT team bust in through there small front door. “Are you Aden Lee Taylor?” one of the big bulky men asked in a gruff voice. “That is me!” The old man answered calmly as if they were guests in his home. “You are to be taken to DC for training in military warfare and the battle against the gifteds, 1 male from every family must go to war!” The gruff man said in an emotionless tone, this family was no different from all the other families he would be tearing apart today. “I will be up there in the next week or so, now could you please exit my home through the door you have broken down!” He said casting his old eyes up at the big man standing over him. “You don’t understand old man, you have to leave now don’t worry about bringing anything just say goodbye to your family because you will never see them again!” The man said menacingly this left the old man speechless. “I will go for him!” 17 year old Adam Tristan Taylor said standing up out of his chair “I am ready to go now!” he finished. “Fine then, you will be more useful anyways!” the gruff man said. Tristan kissed his speechless mothers cheek and told his sister, Annie, good bye before walking over to his father. “You don’t have to do this son, I will go!” His father said looking up at his son, as tears fell from his eyes. “But I do dad, you’re too old this!” The boy muttered before smiling a sad fake smile at the man “I love you old man!” he said before nodding to the SWAT team that he was ready to go.


5 Years Ago

“Please send up Tristan Taylor!” A large pair of lips said in to the intercom sitting on the huge grand oak desk. Sitting behind the desk was a short yet buff black man, he was dressed in a standard CIA black suit and his bald head shined. His name was Michael Fabison and he was the head honcho on all things gifted war. The door opened and in slipped one of the best agents in training Fabison had, 20 year old Tristan Taylor. “Hello Tristan have a seat I need to have a talk with you.” Tristan sat down in the hard uncomfortable chair that was sat in front of the desk “Yes sir!” he said looking the man straight in the eye. ” Tristan I am ready to promote you to full blown Agent!” the man said watching the young man in front of him smile with pride. “With this wonderful news comes some bad,” the man said watching eagerly as the boys face changed to fear “Your father has died of a heart attack, but we are going to place your sister in the safe zone community, we have for the agent’s family. However you know how the rules go if you fail a mission, or you die, or get on my nerves, they will be kicked out!” Tristan looked at the heartless man in front of him “Yes sir I understand, Thank you!” he said trying to hide the tears that were welling in his eyes from the news about his father. He had to be on his best behavior now for to be unsuccessful would mean death to his family and himself. He shook the mans rough hands before walking out of the room wiping his eyes.

Now

Tristan grumbled as he was led to the other gifteds, a mans thick hand on his shoulder pushing him along. His wrists were chaffed from overly tight hand cuffs and his ankles were shackled, where had the gifteds even gotten these things anyways. "Just had to go and get yourself caught didn't you?" he grumbled to himself as he trudged on toward wherever it was the gifteds were meeting. "Shut up and just keep walking!" The man guiding him along said. Well he guessed it was a man but his eyes were blindfolded and for all he knew it could be a real deep talking woman. He listened intently, trying to recognize sounds he could here a bird chirping "Must be outside!" he mumbled. "I said shut up!" the rough handed person said shoving him forward, his foot caught on something and he fell his face hitting soft ground. His mouth was full of dirt as he was pulled back up, yep definitely outside he though spitting out the soil. "Here he is!" he heard the deep rough hand say as he was pushed forward and heard a gasp or 2, he could only imagine that he was in a group of all gifteds. "Just my luck!" he murmured.

Any additional information - Tristan was married at the age of 22 and has a 3 year old daughter, Anna. His wife was killed by the Agency because Tristan tried to help a gifted that begged to be let go so he could get back to his kids. Tristan fights to protect his family which consists of his mother (57) his sister(18) and his daughter (3).

this seems interesting I'll leave a place holder fore now. Also I wanted to join as a female does this mean we have to be paired to an agent in the character sheet?

Thanks for showing interest. Perhaps I didn't make it clear I will go in an edit that but here is the answer to your question. No there is no pairing. There is only one agent in our story, he is a prisoner to the gifteds and will be staying with them in there camp in the woods while they squeeze him for information on the Agnecy. One, perhaps two gifteds, will be in charge of interogating him while others will watch and go about there daily lives but with a bit of added drama to talk about. One of the gifteds will fall in love with him and some may befriend the agent others will hate him, afterall he and his kind do kill there people. The story is basically about the impact the agents presence and 'public' interrogation will have on this small gifted community and the love shared between one of the gifteds and the agent. Does that answer your question?

It does! Ok I'll work on a profile now.

Name - Valissa Alice Garnet
Nickname - Val
Age - 22
Gender - Female
Species - Gifted
Power - Control over firee
Relationship to agent - Interrogator, possible friend in the future
Appearance -
Personality - Valissa is a complicated person. As a result of her life and life style she has developed a sarcastic and fiery temper to compensate for her earlier gentle demeanor. Though her current personality has given her strong control both over herself and those she works with and the element she controls. Though she can be abrasive at times she has her quiet times when she allows herself to revert back to her old self. Times like these make her more approachable though she is still never weak even then.


Background -

Valissa grew up just outside of the community of gifteds training with her powers early on with the guidance of her mother who had a similar gift. It was peacful and she and her sister were told as little of the world around them as possible. She was young when she had her first encounter with those like the agent. At the age of 12 her family home was invaded and her mother and father killed on the spot. Her sister was taken, Valissa hasn't heard word of her since. Val only escaped capture because the first blast of the invasion had left her unconscious and half of her was beneath her mother's body.

She wandered for a short while after that now bearing a scar that twists up her left arm. When she came across her current community she was recruited almost immediatly as an interrogator because of her fire gift. Valissa was talented at her job yet, to the surprise of others, not overly cruel.

Now:
It wasn't often that she would come across an agent but when she did she would wonder if her control would slip, just a bit. And now as she looked down at the blonde agent infront her her a smirked played over her lips. She placed a hand on her hip and glanced skyward. "Interesting."

That is great lets just hope she is a determined person because our agent is as stubborn as a mule. Thank you for joining.If you know of anyone else who you think would like to join please tell them about our lovely roleplay.