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Introduction
2025
For reasons unknown, the U.S. Secret Service disbands, leaving the President unprotected. The President is wrought with worry and fear. An underground organization known as Cloud offers their help. In return, they get a hand in politics. The distrought President agrees.
2035
Cloud now controls over three-fourths of the world's economy, selling weapons, both inanimate and bio-organic, and drugs to the higgest bidder. They have in place the Thirteen Assasians, each trained in a different weapon, to handle opposition to Cloud, as well as protecting the U.S. President.
2037
One of the Thirteen Assasians blows up Cloud base in NYC and vanishes. Cloud's worst fears are realized. The remaining twelve are sent out to track, subdue, and/or destroy the traitor at all costs.
The Assasians have each been trained in a different weapon, and are sent out for various assasinations, such as another organization or a powerful world leader threatening Cloud. They are never sent out in groups under three or over seven. The whole has never been sent out and niether has just one. They have no past, no memories. They do not exist. No birth records, nothing. They are merely shadows. They each have a number, one through thirteen, and the all have a code name as well.
Characters Avaliable
1. The White Wolf - Sansetsukon (Coiling Dragon Staff) (Taken)
2. The Stallion - Throwing Knives (Taken)
3. The Tiger - Spear (Taken)
4. The Silent One - Posion (Taken)
5. The Samurai - Katana (Taken)
6. The Silver Cat - Senbon (Taken)
7. The Gunman - .47 Magnum (Taken)
8. The Jackyl - Chain (Taken)
9. The Giant - Claymore (Taken)
10. The Ranger - Bow and Arrow (Taken)
11. The Hunter - Axe
12. The Seer - Scythe (Taken)
13. The Black Mamba - Whip (Taken)
Cloud opperatives (3 spots left)
Random Humans (4 to 5 spots left)
Note: When filling out char. app., please fill out for Assasian only this: Age, Gender, Height, Weight, Eye color, Hair color, and Picture (if you wish). As for a name, use code number and code name. DO NOT FILL OUT EQUIMENT SECTION OR HISTORY SECTION. Thank you!
For reasons unknown, the U.S. Secret Service disbands, leaving the President unprotected. The President is wrought with worry and fear. An underground organization known as Cloud offers their help. In return, they get a hand in politics. The distrought President agrees.
2035
Cloud now controls over three-fourths of the world's economy, selling weapons, both inanimate and bio-organic, and drugs to the higgest bidder. They have in place the Thirteen Assasians, each trained in a different weapon, to handle opposition to Cloud, as well as protecting the U.S. President.
2037
One of the Thirteen Assasians blows up Cloud base in NYC and vanishes. Cloud's worst fears are realized. The remaining twelve are sent out to track, subdue, and/or destroy the traitor at all costs.
The Assasians have each been trained in a different weapon, and are sent out for various assasinations, such as another organization or a powerful world leader threatening Cloud. They are never sent out in groups under three or over seven. The whole has never been sent out and niether has just one. They have no past, no memories. They do not exist. No birth records, nothing. They are merely shadows. They each have a number, one through thirteen, and the all have a code name as well.
Characters Avaliable
1. The White Wolf - Sansetsukon (Coiling Dragon Staff) (Taken)
2. The Stallion - Throwing Knives (Taken)
3. The Tiger - Spear (Taken)
4. The Silent One - Posion (Taken)
5. The Samurai - Katana (Taken)
6. The Silver Cat - Senbon (Taken)
7. The Gunman - .47 Magnum (Taken)
8. The Jackyl - Chain (Taken)
9. The Giant - Claymore (Taken)
10. The Ranger - Bow and Arrow (Taken)
11. The Hunter - Axe
12. The Seer - Scythe (Taken)
13. The Black Mamba - Whip (Taken)
Cloud opperatives (3 spots left)
Random Humans (4 to 5 spots left)
Note: When filling out char. app., please fill out for Assasian only this: Age, Gender, Height, Weight, Eye color, Hair color, and Picture (if you wish). As for a name, use code number and code name. DO NOT FILL OUT EQUIMENT SECTION OR HISTORY SECTION. Thank you!
Rules
1. No Goddmoding
2. No obscene sexual crap
3. Absolutly NO MAGIC. We are NOT in Fairytale land
4. Killing is allowed, within reason, and sometimes even encouraged
5. Swearing, if kept at a minumum, is also allowed
6. Please be literate. This means use grammar, punctuation, correct spelling, 1st person, and above all NO TEXT TALK
7. Follow the rules
2. No obscene sexual crap
3. Absolutly NO MAGIC. We are NOT in Fairytale land
4. Killing is allowed, within reason, and sometimes even encouraged
5. Swearing, if kept at a minumum, is also allowed
6. Please be literate. This means use grammar, punctuation, correct spelling, 1st person, and above all NO TEXT TALK
7. Follow the rules
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Cloud Operative #1 played by Shizuya Vesperta
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OOC Notes
"New York Ctiy?" #13 repeated.
"Yes. That is where you will stay for now. Your name will be Elisiya Stark, and you own an Antique Shop just 5 miles from where you live." The Cloud opperative told her.
"Very well. May Cloud rise ever higher." She bowed, and left. Her crimson eyes glowed softly in the darkness, thinking to herself, this is where I make my move...
"Yes. That is where you will stay for now. Your name will be Elisiya Stark, and you own an Antique Shop just 5 miles from where you live." The Cloud opperative told her.
"Very well. May Cloud rise ever higher." She bowed, and left. Her crimson eyes glowed softly in the darkness, thinking to herself, this is where I make my move...
OOC Notes
"Bartender? Can I get some drinks?" #5 looked up and nodded, grabbing a few beers from under the counter and taking them to the table. "Luke is it? Do you have a girlfriend, Luke?" #5 smiled and backed away. "Unfortunately I do madam." Taking his leave he returned to behind the counter and began wiping a glass. Damn neighbor. Asking where I work and when. He looked in the direction of a young women who waved back, obviously the one who cornered him into having to actually so up at that place. #5 waved with a smile on his face while thinking, I wonder if she is a threat to Cloud? If so she should be neutralized. His smile disappeared as he realized that was not the case and his annoyance with her had already reached that level. Taking a heavy sigh and leaning on the counter, he quickly picked up the presence of a Cloud operative entering the bar.
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#12 pouted. "It's not fair. How come I need to pretend being a highschooler?" she mumbled to herself quietly. She stared at all the students heading inside the school building. Making a face, #12 walked away from the school. "It's much more normal for a highschooler to skip school right?" she asked herself. With a grin she headed over the the bar that #5 was working at. She slipped into the bar and sat down. One of the women looked at her, "Arent you a highschooler?" she asked. "Um no... I mean yeah so?" she asked crossing her arms. #12 yawned as she looked at #5 cleaned the glasses. "Lucky them... they actaully get a job... I need to be stuck in school studying and listening to the teacher." she said lowly to herself making sure nobody else heard.
OOC Notes
#7 pulled himself out from under the hood of the car and streched before tossing the hood closed and cleaning grease off his fingers with a rag, he grinned a little tossing the rag away, as far as covers were concerned he knew he was going to enjoy this one. he loved cars and loved tinkering with them just as much so posing as a mechanic wassnt at all bad
OOC Notes
Twelve hours after her meeting, #13, or Elisyia, touched down in NYC. She didn't wait but went straight to her new apartment. Accourding to the Jackyl, everything was going according to plan.
After snooping around her new closet, the Black Mamba discovered the safe. She smiled as she cracked the code, revealing ten packs of C4 explosives. "Perfect. Thanks, #8."
After snooping around her new closet, the Black Mamba discovered the safe. She smiled as she cracked the code, revealing ten packs of C4 explosives. "Perfect. Thanks, #8."
OOC Notes
#1, who called herself Idella Ingstern, went into the bar. She yawned and glanced over at her fellow assassins, then sat down. She had a hard day at her cover job as a scientist, and she just wanted a bit of fun. She then said "I need a martini, badly. These people at the lab I work constantly nagged me about the failures of some experiments despite the fact that experimentation IS trial and error. Ugh."
OOC Notes
#5 looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "You honestly think I know how to make a martini? I've just been giving people beer spiked with different drugs for the last hour." Scratching his head he laughed slightly. "Don't worry, I got them from #4. They should be safe... probably." #5 looked around and took a slight yawn. Leaning against the bar he rolled his eyes and walked from behind the counter. "Alright, we're closed. You ain't got to go home, but you can't stay here." Pushing the customer's out the door so only the three assassins remained, he locked it and turned around with an expressionless face. Lighting a cigarette, he walked over to an empty chair and leaned back in it. "I was only able to make it an hour, eh?" Taking a quick puff of the cigarette he looked at #12. "You can go ahead and drink what you want. Plus, I think the drinking age here is eighteen." Now that the customers were gone and he didn't need to act, his voice lacked any enthusiasm. "Man, it seems like anytime they think they're giving us a break they send us to London."
OOC Notes
#1 listened attentively, then spoke "Don't you know anything? We don't GET breaks. We're always at work! Our foes never sleep, never give up, never leave us alone. Heck, I haven't even got time to drink anymore!" She thought for a minute, "What do you have here for alcohol? I'll take anything for a drink, even cat urine if I know it's going to loosen up my tenseness." She'd probably regret her last statement, she sounded like an alcoholic because she was one.
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#12 nodded at everything she said. "I think we need a vacation, and a big one. But yet again even if we get one trouble always finds us." she said jumping over the counter and looking around for anything good to drink. #12 coughed and waved the smell of cigarette away from her. "Ok, you really got to stop smoking in front of me." she said making a face. "I wonder what everyone else is doing.." she mumbled. #12 jumped on the counter and sat down.
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#7 let himself in through the back of the bar and grinned at the others "well look at this happy little crowd" He pulled up a bar stool. "do yourselves a favor, dont but a local vehicle, there about as crappy as they come
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"Everyone else is probably having a little bit of good times, a big break that we for some reason don't get" #1 said. She smiled at #12, "Do me a favour and get me something too, preferably a gin or brandy. If neither of those are there, a beer will do. I really really need a drink." She felt the need for a drink to be overwhelming.
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"Hey #7." #12 said with a wave. She tip-toed looking for any gin. "Hm... ah I found it!" she said happily grabbing the gin, making sure she wont drop it. #12 grabbed a glass cup and poured some for #1. "Here you go." she said with a smile. "Hey I think it's going to be fun working at the bar." she commented grabbing some vodka for herself. "Need anything?" she asked #7 and #5 and took a sip.
OOC Notes
Cloud Operative #1 stared at the silver haired woman in front of him, she was not given the name "Silver Cat" without reason. She sat on one of the beige couches that many of the assassin's had sat in as they awaited their orders from Boss. Silently, he held out a manila envelope that held her orders. #6 took the envelope silently and opened it to view the contents.
"I'm being sent to New York, I thought #13 was already sent there?" She said as her silver eyes scanned the papers. Raising her eyes to look at the ever silent Cloud Operative #1, she noticed the man had already exited without alerting her. Okay, I really hate it when they all do that She thought but pushed the notion aside, getting mad at the black haired man wouldn't get her job done any faster. "To New York then," #6 said as she stood and exited the room to leave for her plane.
"I'm being sent to New York, I thought #13 was already sent there?" She said as her silver eyes scanned the papers. Raising her eyes to look at the ever silent Cloud Operative #1, she noticed the man had already exited without alerting her. Okay, I really hate it when they all do that She thought but pushed the notion aside, getting mad at the black haired man wouldn't get her job done any faster. "To New York then," #6 said as she stood and exited the room to leave for her plane.
OOC Notes
Elisiya was busy setting the explosives. She made sure they wouldn't go off for another fourty-eight hours, giving her plenty of time to geyt clear of the blast. As in, three-states-over clear. It's time she showed Cloud a thing or two. She wasn't the best Assasian for nothing.
OOC Notes
#1 took the gin, "Thanks sweetie" she said before downing it. Her brown hair stuck to her face with some beads of sweat, "My gawds, I think I have a problem". Yes, she did say it like that, being that she was a bit drowsy from working all day. "Well, no wonder, every day it's 'Ingstern! Get the laser! Ingstern! Prepare the radioactive samples! Ingstern! Instern! INGSTERN!" Her eyes widened when she realized how loud she'd been. "Oops".
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#6 sighed in relief when her plane finally landed. Being trapped in a flying metal death trap was not her favorite way to travel; however, it was most efficient, but it could still be dangerous. Enemies would involve innocent people that way, but their enemies never seemed to care about killing others. #6 pulled out a red leather wallet as she walked to the baggage claim area. She flipped it open to reveal her current identity’s license, Kisa Konamora, a chiropractor in Chinatown who specializes in acupuncture techniques. This assignment was going to be one long headache.
OOC Notes
#5 sat up and yawned, looking around at the others. "Okay, why did we decide my cover was where we would hold our little group therapy sessions." Palming his face with the half ash cigarette in between his fingers, he put his head down on the table. #5 was running through his styles and techniques through his head to make sure he was at least training mentally. It had been over a month since he received a mission. It was to be expected after what happened on his last one. But, the operative said make it send a message so it wasn't #5 fault that the city went into a state of emergency. A faint smile was seen on his face as he remembered slicing the guns of those trying to protect his target. Standing up and looking at the others he gave a small wave as he turned to the stairs leading to the second floor, which was also where his living accommodations were. "I'm gonna go shine my sword... that was not a metaphor." Putting out his smoke in the counter ash tray, he looked at #12. "Do not drink too much. I still got a business to run". He went up the stairs into the small, one room apartment. Untying his ponytail, his pale green hair fell. Moving it out of his face he went over to his bed and grabbed the cloth on top and the guitar case beside it. He opened the case and pulled out the long sword.
OOC Notes
#7 thought it over for a moment then smiled "yeah how about a rum and coke? more rum than coke please?" He gave her a grin the glanced at the others "so whats your current game plan on your targets?" He yawned a little "working on cars is fun and all but i dont think i can do it forever."
OOC Notes
#6 forced a smile as her patient described their ailment to her, just as she had expected a powerful migrane was developing in her temples. The old man she was treating looked at her through slanted eyes, she smiled again as she moved to pick up her senbon. Her target was an old man, there was really no sense in delaying the assassination. #6 felt no remose for the man in front of her. From what he had described, it sounded like he had one nasty tumor growing and killing him now would probably benefit him. She shook the thought from her brain, compassion was a usless emotion and she did not need it. "Please lay down," she intructed and the old man complied happily thinking his pain was going to be gone. #6 checked to make sure she had maced the senbon with the right poison, it would look like a natural death and there would be no reason to suspect foul play.
A Few Hours Later
#6 flipped the sign on her front door to Closed and headed up to the small apartment above the clinic to pack her bags. In a few hours she would be back at headquarters and able to move on to the next target. Pausing in her path to the back bedroom, #6 caught her reflection in a mirror. Blank silver eyes greeted her and she thought back to the old man who was going to pass in his sleep tonight. I wonder what an old man did to offend Cloud? #6 wondered, but it was pointless to wonder. GIve it a week and she wouldn't even remember his face. There was always too many to remember.
A Few Hours Later
#6 flipped the sign on her front door to Closed and headed up to the small apartment above the clinic to pack her bags. In a few hours she would be back at headquarters and able to move on to the next target. Pausing in her path to the back bedroom, #6 caught her reflection in a mirror. Blank silver eyes greeted her and she thought back to the old man who was going to pass in his sleep tonight. I wonder what an old man did to offend Cloud? #6 wondered, but it was pointless to wonder. GIve it a week and she wouldn't even remember his face. There was always too many to remember.
OOC Notes
"Hey, it's not like we can meet up in a school.." she said watching him go up. "Ok, I'll try." #12 replied when he told her not to drink too much. She turned her attention back to #7 and nodded, "Order coming right up." she said grabbing some coke and rum. She mixed it together, making sure she put more rum than coke. #12 slide the drink over to #7. "Ooh.. I'm good at this." she said with a giggle.
OOC Notes
#9 stood outside of a London night club. He was working as a bouncer there under the name Drake Weston. He fit the part perfectly. He was larger than most people and generally more intimidating. He saw another bouncer walking and checked his watch, his Shift was over. #9 nodded to the other bouncer as he left and went to his next assignment. An assassination at a London church. He stopped by his apartment, picked a long, thin case with strap, and slung it over his shoulder. He proceeded to the church that twenty minutes away. When he got there, he stood outside the church and pulled a book out of his pocket, the area was completely deserted. Five minutes later he watched his target pass by and enter the empty church, he followed a few minutes later, and hid in the shadows forty feet away. #9 put his book away and placed the case that was slung over his shoulder on the ground. Ten minutes later, his target came walking back, unknowing of his fate. When the target was a few feet away #9 opened the case, picked up the claymore, and stepped from the shadows. In an instant he stabbed the man that was his target through the torso and sliced outwards. The man fell to the floor dead. #9 pulled out a rag and wiped the blade of his claymore clean, then replaced it in the case. He Sighed heavily. "I need a drink." Then he left through the opposite end of the church.
An Hour Later
#9 walked up to the bar and tried the door. It was locked. #5 had already shooed away the normal customers. He knocked on the door.
An Hour Later
#9 walked up to the bar and tried the door. It was locked. #5 had already shooed away the normal customers. He knocked on the door.
OOC Notes
"You think he'll let both of us in, Giant?" A soft male voice issued from the dark ally next to the bar. #8, The Jackyl, stepped out of the shadows. "Some whiskey right now would be good." #8's eyes had an odd gleam to them, the gleam he usually got after finishing a job. But, all the others knew that #8 hadn't had a job in over seven months due to the killing rampage he had gone on last time. Jackyl was insane, to say the least. The guy liked killing people way to much, especially killing with nothing but a chain. The only reason Cloud kept him around was because, crazy or not, the bastard was efficient.
"What goes up, must also come down. Cloud's gonna fall, and it's gonna fall hard." #8 muttered to himself, counting down the seconds. #13 should have everything ready by now...
((OOC: Okay guys, I'm really impressed that twelve of the thirteen assasians have been filled out, but we still need Cloud operatives and regular day to day people in order to get this roleplay going somewhere. If you want, make another character! Oh, the Head of Cloud is played by yours truly, of course! If no one claims #11 - The Hunter by midnight tonight, I'm just gonna take him.))
"What goes up, must also come down. Cloud's gonna fall, and it's gonna fall hard." #8 muttered to himself, counting down the seconds. #13 should have everything ready by now...
((OOC: Okay guys, I'm really impressed that twelve of the thirteen assasians have been filled out, but we still need Cloud operatives and regular day to day people in order to get this roleplay going somewhere. If you want, make another character! Oh, the Head of Cloud is played by yours truly, of course! If no one claims #11 - The Hunter by midnight tonight, I'm just gonna take him.))
OOC Notes
"Do you honestly think he's still in there #8?" #6 said as she moved away from the shadows. "The others are here, they will probably be the ones to let us in." #6 looked at Jackyl's eyes before making sure to keep a few feet away, he had not been on a mission in a very long time but he had a crazed look in his eyes.
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#1 heard the knock. "Someone's at the door, can I see who it is?" she asked, evening out her lab coat with her hands to make sure there was not a single ruffle. She noticed a spill of gin on her undershirt, which she hid by buttoning the coat at the level of the spill. She knew gin was clear, but she still didn't want to look like a slob.
OOC Notes
"Jackyl, he would only have a problem letting you in while that odd gleam is in your eyes." #9 said in a soft voice that you wouldn't expect of him. Then another voice spoke and and a woman stepped out of the shadows. "Hello Silver Cat. You're right, #5 is probably polishing his blade at the moment." He turned back to the door, about ready to break the lock. He knocked again. "It's me", he said in a loud voice. "Open up or the door comes down, and I'd prefer not to have to pay for damages."
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Re: [OOC] The THIR13EN
okay, 13 and 8 have defected from Cloud. She extended an offer to all Assasians. Either join her, or die. It's that simple. Now all of the assasians are out searching for her. or getting ready to.
Re: [OOC] The THIR13EN
Guys I'm so sorry for not being active. . .things have been crazy. Is it possible someone could give me a fill in on what has happened?
Re: [OOC] The THIR13EN
Okay guys, I'm really impressed that eight of the thirteen assasians have been filled out, but we still need Cloud operatives and regular day to day people in order to get this roleplay started. If you want, make another character! Oh, the Head of Cloud will be played by yours truly, of course!
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