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Sebastian Jones

"This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken."

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a character in “Operation Blaxk”, as played by Norien de Iridius



Age: -30

Height: -6'2"

-Sebastian has a strong build, indicative of someone who works out frequently and constantly pushes himself, resulting in rippling cords of muscle under his tanned skin.

-Music, primarily metal and hard rock
-Playing video games
-Reading fantasy novels
-Solving Cryptograms

-Nonfiction books

Sebastian fears finding intimacy again, with anyone.
Sebastian also fears bats. For no reason that he can think of.

He keeps a memento of every kill, put in a small notebook he hides in his luggage. Whenever he is sure he is alone, he pulls it out and weeps for the lives he has taken. They never used to bother him, but after the death of Siena, he finds he can't shake the faces of the dead and the acts of his hands that consign them to oblivion. He knows that this will probably kill him someday.

Love Interest/Crush:

Sebastian Jones at his core is a gentle man. Despite what he may seem and the masks he wears in front of everyone, he is caring, kind and sensitive. But in his line of work, he knows that these can be liabilities. So he stows them deep inside himself, and projects a jovial mask for the world to see. He falls easily into the roll of prankster and friend, even finding himself enjoying the small talk he makes with others, making them laugh and goofing around. But whenever anyone tries to get too personal, or he feels that he's starting to like someone a little too much, he pushes them back with silence and cold, forced replies when necessary.

But for the most part, Sebastian is an easy fellow to get along with. As long as people aren't too pushy, he is pleasant and courteous to everyone he meets, even his targets. Especially his targets. Sebastian feels guilty about his killings, and makes an effort to get to know the targets ahead of time, if he can. If he meets them and learns of them, he believes, then they won't really die. That they'll live on, in his memories of them, just like his Siena.

Biography: Sebastian grew up a typical boy, with a loving family. He was popular in school, captain of the rugby team and he played lacrosse as well. He was a popular kid in high school, and everyone knew without a doubt that he would go military after schooling, and that he would do well. He also married his high school sweetheart, Siena Smith. They had been dating for years, the model couple that everyone wished they could be like but didn't hate for being perfect, and everyone just assumed that they would end up together. As they predicted, Sebastian entered the Royal Australian Navy, married Siena shortly after graduation and before deployment and rose quickly in the years to come to the rank of Captain. At 23, he was one of the youngest Captains in the fleet's history. He served in several tours, earning meritorious citations and promotions in kind, and his determination and sheer skill was what attracted the Black Corporation's attention.

They approached him on his ship, the HMAS Sirius, and asked him to give up his naval life for a higher calling, to become an Agent for the Corporation. They told him he would have to leave his wife for a time, but that she would be safe at her job as an executive assistant for the CEO of a business and he would get to see her occasionally, at the Corporation's expense. He accepted, and began training to become an Agent. After a couple years of intensive training, Sebastian, now 27, became a full Agent of the Black Corporation. His first mission was to take out a meeting of important officials and personnel in Geneva, Switzerland. Sebastian asked to see his wife before he was sent off, but they assured him they would arrange for them to meet upon his return. He grudgingly agreed and went to Geneva. He chose to use explosives in the conference room they were in, and was unconcerned for the very little collateral damage. The Corporation applauded his success, and sent him home, to see his wife. Upon arriving at their house, he found she wasn't at home. He went inside to wait for her to return and saw that that day's newspaper had been placed on the table, looking at the obituaries. Siena Jones was the first name on the page. Sebastian read the small blurb numbly, noting that the cause of death was an explosion, a faulty gas main, in Geneva, Switzerland where she had been on a business trip with her employer. Sebastian calmly folded the paper, and left the house. He never went back. He served the Black Corporation for a few more years, but always blamed them for what they made him do. In the end, it was that reason that he went rogue and went back to Australia to plot his revenge.

Sebastian knows the basics of all weaponry, all Black Agents do, but his special love and talent lie in bladed weapons. Knives, swords, scalpels, anything metal with an edge becomes almost alive in his hands. His favored weapon is a Nodachi sword-cane that he carries with him at all times. On his person he has several daggers, knives, and blades of various size, shape and make.

Sebastian wears dark, well fitted shirts that don't impede his movement very much, dark jeans, spotless Italian leather shoes, a vanity of his, and a black fedora on occasion.

Weapon of Choice(Max 3):
Sebastian always has his Nodachi sword-cane with him, and a various assortment of smaller, but no less lethal, blades secreted on his person. He sometimes poisons the edges of those blades, but that is quite rare. He carries no other weapons with him, preferring to be in close with a target, and is also well-versed in hand-to-hand combat.

Theme Song
Hate Me

So begins...

Sebastian Jones's Story


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An Ming

Burlesque Outfit

An kept a steady eye on the alarm clock as time ticked closer and closer to mission time. Sighing, she walked away from the dresser to go to the living room. She was currently staying in a small flat that she has been paying for under an alias name. An has memorized all of the cameras, and successfully dodges them every time she visits her flat. Taking a couple sips of her coffee, she has decided it was time to get ready. Honestly she stayed up quite late last night putting this mission together. As the leader she put it upon herself to map everything out ahead of time. She wanted everything to go without error. She sent some of the plans to Sebastian to get his okay since he was second in command. It is a fairly easy assassination mission so no serious doubts came up.

An looked in the closet at the burlesque outfit just hanging there. Honestly she has never worn something like this before, and was a little embarrassed by the ensemble. Well it was necessary. This would give them direct access to Franco which they needed. An bit her lip as she took the outfit out to go shower and prepare for the evening. Once her make-up and everything was done, she blushed at herself in the mirror. She wasn't sure if she looked the part, but it was going to have to do for now. Putting on a black gun holster high up on her thigh so it would be hidden, An put on her matching red pumps and black trench coat to hide what was underneath for now. For someone who didn't wear make-up much, she did look pretty decent overall.

The walk to dodge all the cameras was a breeze. She has had this place for two years now, so this was nothing to her. She called a cab a couple hours ago, and wore shades to hide her face from the man as well. She was a ghost after all. no one beside the Agents and certain people in Black has seen her face. An was non-existent in this world. She watched all the old buildings fly past as the cab driver headed toward a small coffee chop not to far from the 'Crazy Horse'. "Merci." She thanked the cab driver as she got out, paying him the proper amount of course. An stood outside the shop, occasionally glancing down at her watch. It was quarter till 8 pm. Perfect timing. An walked to the club up to the back entrance. There was a bouncer, but showing her attire to prove she worked there was easy.

An slipped in without any problems. She fit right in with all the other girls as well. Back in the changing room, she waited for Amelia like she was supposed to. Should she see if Alain was almost here? No right? She should just trust her fellow colleague/boyfriend to do as he was told. She just had a little pre-mission anxiety right now. Nothing she can't overcome. She's been in this business a long time. It's not like she is exactly a rookie at this. She trusted all of her fellow agents, especially Zhuang. He was her personal teammate. So they have been on a lot of missions together. Taking a breath, she waited for Amelia so the show could begin.


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Carrying his bag and walking up to the back door, Zhuang showed the guard his workers pass. He didn't know how An Ming was able to get that pass, but it sure came in a lot more handy than no pass. After all this is a party with a lot high important people from the Black Corporation. However, since the agents have always worked for the president and only the president, nobody has ever seen them face to face and in fact this party was at less important as it was more of a business party, than a mafia mob, or at least that was what Zhuang like to call it.

Just as he thought he was pass, uh-oh there goes the problem. There were strict security checks on people who go in even if you are a worker. Now the only thing that Zhuang was more concerned about was the sedative hidden in the compartment within his poker cardbox. Metal cards and metal detectors don't really seem to go together neither does hidden sedatives and X-ray machines. However let's just give it a try, slipping the poker deck into his front jacket pocket, he calmly walked through the metal detector.....

Upon arriving at the bar, he begun his shift. He was pretty glad that he took sometime to sort out the cocktail making process last night at least just enough to make him look professional. He served a couple a girls that walked by asking for martinis, after they finished, one of them slipped a piece of paper under the empty glass. When Zhuang picked it up, it was a phone number, not that it's any of his concern. Throwing the number into the trash, he noticed Alain giving him the signal for ready. Zhuang open him card deck quickly and slipped the sedative into the glass of wine, handing it to Alain. "Tough day seeing An dressed like that, huh?" He commented with sarcastic laugh, it was pretty unnecessary, he isn't even sure why he said it, jealousy maybe? Zhuang didn't seem to bothered with the reason anyways. After all An is Alain's and that was the only possible answer. After Alain walked off Zhuang return to his job to get away from the scene as soon as possible, but before that he needs make sure he doesn't leave behind anything for the Corporation to track him down. However, when he opened the card deck he noticed a note "Don't bring metal cards" Whoever they are they clearly took into consideration the metal detectors....wait right he left that note for himself this morning
After packing his things, he noticed the number that was in the trash, it might lead to the corporation to him through the girl. So he picked it out and burned it with the lighter from his bag, now they can't trace him anymore. After completing all that he walked towards the back door towards his ride.


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An Ming

An sighed once again seeing it was almost time for her to go on stage. To top it all off, Amelia wasn't hear yet. The girl was definitely going to get a scolding once she shows her face. Sitting back, An looked in the vanity mirror at her appearance. She was never one for much make-up, but today was much different. She bore bright red lip stick, and smoky eye make-up. She was almost unrecognizable. Clearing her head of any and all thoughts, it was time to go out there and get this mission over with. Removing the trench coat, An followed the other girls out just as the previous act of done. "You must be new." A blonde with amazing looks spoke to An. "Yes I am." This was the perfect opportunity to get some information. "Well don't be nervous, it's only super rich old men out there." The girl teased. "I heard there are some men from Black Corporation." An slid the question into the conversation.

"Yeah there are. This one dude named Franco, you're definitely his type. He will probably ask you into the private room." The girl elbowed An as if she just gave the girl a compliment. "Anyways good luck newbie." It was time. Just as extra precaution, An put on a masquerade mask, that was black and covered the top half her face. Though the matching black crystals made it hard to miss. Looking at Franco's profile he liked mysterious women, and she planned on being just that. As all the girls got into their positions behind the curtain, An took a spot to the side of the stage where Franco would be sitting. If she took center stage, it would definitely make Alain more jealous, and that was something she didn't want to deal with. It wasn't exactly a luxury to be dancing for old decrepit men.

The slow, seductive music began playing as the heavy red velvet curtain rose. Bright different colored lights beamed onto stage only adding more pressure than what the girl was already feeling. 'This is mortifying. Especially in front of my team.' She thought as she put on her best seductive face on, allowing the music to move her. 'I don't want to hear a single thing from my team.' Another thought currently running through her head. She glanced over to Franco several times, getting the look she anticipated. He wanted her. Perfect. As the routine kept going, An couldn't help but see Zhuang handing Alain the drink, and even Sebastian was in his position. The music came to a stop as the routine ended and An gave Franco another, shall we say wanton look.

The older man grinned at her and waved his fingers for her to come over. Now the seduction plan to get him into a private room kicks into high gear. "I couldn't help but notice you on stage. What's your name?" Franco spoke in fluent French as he pet his leg for her to sit on. An took one for the team and took a seat in the man's lap, crossing her legs over and tilting her head back just a little. "My name is whatever you want it to be." An replied with a slight grin. "Well mystery girl should we get a private room?" Franco purred, running his lips along her neck. "So I can see what's under that mask." He whispered then pulled away. yeah she was going to need a long shower after this. He stunk of cigars, which she hated.

She rose to her feet, and pulled him along behind her. On the way to the room she gave Alain and Sebastian a look to signal the plan was now in motion. Like she predicted, a couple of guards were placed outside the door, and three were inside the room. "Why don't we order a drink?" Franco suggested. Once he got his drink then he would be knocked out cold so An could kill him. She never really liked killing people when they were alive. So he gets knocked out cold, her and Alain fight the men inside, and she delivers the kill shot. Perfect. "Do you mind getting us a glass of wine?" He questioned one of the guards, who got Alain.

"You know sir, I am more mysterious than you think." An grinned. Her eyes wondered to the door waiting for Alain to get there with the alcohol. "Why don't you let me get to know you then?" Franco leaned in for a kiss and she prayed Alain would hurry up. The thought of kissing this man was repulsive.


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An Ming

An tried to contain her happiness when Alain showed up. He saved her from having to kiss such a grotesque man. She sat up and back away some from the man. She reciprocated Alain's smile, and turned her head. Franco raised his glass to toast with An. She watched with a quirked brow as he drank down the entire of the glasses contents. Why wasn't anything happening? She finished her own drink and glanced to Alain who looked equally befuddled. Then the pill took it's affect. Franco started looking around as if he was lost before dozing off. Everything happened quickly. Before she knew it, Alain had killed two of the guards already. Once the third that was standing behind her tried to stop Alain, she stood up swiftly and pulled her gun from its holster. "Sorry, it's nothing personal." She mumbled placing the barrel against the sleeping man's head. She pulled the trigger once, and watched as Franco's body slid to the side slowly.

An has seen this same scene so many times. Only this time she had the luxury of not having to deal with the person actually being alive. She turned to leave with Alain, and on the way out she noticed no guards were there. Sebastian was successful. Zhuang was gone, so everything went as planned. Except the missing member. Her head turned back to look at where she was running, reminding herself that once the agents got together in two hours, enough time to let the police and everything die down some, to ask everyone about their injuries. Also to scold Sebastian on his outburst.

Once outside, she took the lead. There were several back roads they could take that would lead straight to her flat. After that performance, the chance of Alain leaving her side was slim, so she just took him along. Besides she wanted to check his face and back. When they couldn't make it to the doctor, she acted as one for her team members. An pressed the passcode in for her flat door and walked in. She sat Alain down in the small living room on a gray couch. She placed her mask on the counter as she rummaged through a cabinet looking for her medical kit. She smiled once she found it and quickly appeared before Alain. Pulling out a bandage and cream she examined his head noting the cut from the punch he retained earlier. "Does it hurt much?" She whispered, taking a swab and running it along the cut to clean it. "I would have helped, but I know you don't exactly adore the idea of me fighting." She chuckled trying to lighten the mood some.

An put the bandage on top of the cut then smiled. "Okay shirt off. Did you think I wouldn't have seen that nasty hit in the back you took?" An cocked her head to the side, feeling a bit impatient seeing as they didn't have much time left. She reached forward and decided to take the shirt off herself. She angled his body to face to the side. She sat behind him and looked at the bruise that started forming already. "I don't have anything for a hit like this. You should just go take a shower to ease the pain some." An sighed. Next time she will have something, but it appears she used the rest of the ointment for a previous mission. "Come on go take a shower, so we can meet the other agents. I'm going to go change out of this ridiculous outfit as well."