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Cool, I've always liked these Assassin rp's.

Name: Devin Johnson

Age: 16

Weapon: Walther P99 Pistol

Assignment: Uh, I don't know, since there are so few guys, do you want me to have to kill more than one?

Personality: Under his relatively peaceful look, Devin's attitude is now a cold, uncaring, and harsh one. Since he was kidnapped many years ago, and tortured, he feels that he has every right to kill these girls, however he wants. Devin also has an explosive temper, and if you make him mad, he will get violent, and he had a long record with the police, before this group hired him, and hushed-up his past.

Bio: Devin had a good life with a nice family, until he was nine years old, when his world was changed, forever. An insane doctor had his own gang, that kidnapped children for his inhumane tests on them. Devin had different injections in him, some that changed his bone structure, and muscle composition. What the doctor hadn't realized, was that these tests were slowing making him more powerful, and he began to plot on how he would be able to escape. One day, when he saw a small child murdered, he attacked the guard, killing him and taking his pistol. Another guard had stabbed him in the back, but Devin shot the other guard, and managed to limp out of the complex, before collapsing in the busy streets of New York. He was immediately taken to a hospital, where he was revived. A year after living on the streets, a group found him, and hired him to kill these girls, and he's determined to do it.

Appearance:


Other: None

Tsukiko waved as Mia went on her way."She's right.Nothing ever happens apart from when we have good assignments that can actually hurt us back."She shook her head and jumped off the wall."Well I don't have anything to do today.I may aswell head back."

Mia quickly got into the city hall, were her assignment was supposed to be making a speech. She got up to the second floor were her target was going to start talking. In a dark corner she waited her gun in hand for the man to come out. When he did she raised her pistol an aimed. She put her finger to the trigger about to shoot.

Spyridon walked quickly in the street, trying to avoid crowded places. She was wearing a long coat with the hood covering her burned face, and her rickety arm was wrapped in bandages. Her good arm was hidden inside the coat, holding her kitchen knife. She had no assignment for that day, but she felt unsafe without weapons. The normal side of her body was covered in sweat for the temperature insider her clothes. She closed her eyes, slightly unstable for the recent lack of sleep. She had to work so much these days, and her body couldn't take it anymore.

There was a loud bang o fher pistol and the man fell to the floor, blood running from the shot wound the she had put directly into the man's heart. People began screaming and looking around trying to find the person who had shot him. No one even looked at her as she walked through the noisy crowd. I meen who would suspect a sixteen year old girl to be a killer? Not many. She walked calmly out of the building and climbed on to the roof to see what would happen next.

Name: Tristan "Trist" Wynn

Age: 15

Weapon:
Only uses it when on important missions

Used as Duel Wields



Assignment: Devany O'Connor

Personality: Somewhat quiet, yet very friendly. Is only outgoing around his friends.

Bio: Revealed over time.

Appeareance:


Other:

Tristan was just randomly walking down a road with his eyes shut not really thinking about anything. A moment later he stops in front of a bench and looks up to the sky, lost in thought, his duel swords clearly visible.

Tristan stood there thinking for a moment as he continued to look to the sky. When he was done looking at the sky, lost in thought, he looked over to the bench and saw girl sitting there. "Oh hi.....im Tristan..." he said with a smile.

OOC: this is before he is given the assignment to her.

"Huh?....oh these....." He stops for a moment trying to think of something. He studders at first but talks normally afterward. "They were my fathers, i take them with me everywhere...." he said half smiling.

"heh..." he smiled as he covered his swords with his cloak and looked back up to the sky, observing the clouds.

Seeing Devany with a boy she gave a small laugh and walked right past them. Sighing she walked into a coffee shop. She ordered a coffee and sat down drinking it.

"Huh? oh thanks..." he said walking over and taking a seat, setting his swords on the ground and rubbing his now visible scar across his cheek.

"Oh, no....its ok.....hmmm....lets see.....I got it when i was sword fighting with my father....he did not judge his distance correct and slashed me across the cheek.....it only hurts every now and then but its nothing i can't handle...." he said looking to her.

Name: Nax "Shale" Chan
Age: 17
Assignment: Hope "Shadow" Adel
Weapons:
-Often carries guitar bag with a .50 caliber M107 Barrett SASR Rifle concealed within.
-Twin (dual-wield) Desert Eagle .50 cal holstered at back of waist. Satin Chromed, skull and crossbones etched on. Black custom grips with skull and crossbones engraved.
-Twin (dual-wield) katanas sheathed under suit in the back.
-Throwing knives, throwing stars, throwing darts, all poisoned, hidden in various locations on body.
Personality: Shale is a serious, somewhat sadistic person. However, he is an excellent shot, and excels at any sort of martial art. He's someone you DO NOT want to get on the wrong side of.
Bio: No one knows a thing about him. He just appeared one day.
Appearance:

and drives this:

BMW 525i with bulletproof windows, NOS, lighting kit, custom alloy frame, sport suspension

(OOC: I saw the old version of this. It was good, but then it died when the author dropped out. Nice to see it's been restarted. And... erm, I kind of half stole one of the characters names. Hope that's ok.)