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T. "Tango" Greeves

Ex-Military, Widow, Hunter

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a character in “project cryptid”, as played by Maci-Care

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6'1"/73in | 185.5 cm
Short. Messy but still professional. Dark Brown
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Tango has a couple scars across his body. The most noticeable are the two on his face.The first is line like scar across his left cheek, about 3 inches long, caused from a blade of a knife. The second scar on his face is from a claw when he had a small scuffle with a super natural once before he was able to detain them. The only other scar he has is a bullet wound on his left shoulder that still isn’t 100% healed, some call it a weak spot. Besides those scars, he has the date 07/13/99 tattooed on his right wrist, very little people know what the date means to Tango. He is also known to have the same blank/poker face constantly and tends to not show much emotion.

Tango is usually seen wearing outfits that consists of either long sleeve flannel or t-shirt with a jacket over it with some jeans. His more “professional clothing” is a light/ medium weight advanced Kevlar armor with jeans or cargo pants. The armor black in appearance with phoenix on one shoulder and a shield on the other. and covers his whole upper body and down to his hands.



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LIKES;
x-Coffee//Takes it black, and only in the morning to get the extra push.
x-Whiskey//Carries a small flask, like the taste, doesn't like the effects.
x-Rock & Country Music//Pretty much the only music he will tolerate.
x-The Warmth//Hates the cold, reminds him the feeling of his wife when asked to identify her.
x-Guns/Shooting at the range//Gun powder calms him down. Shooting helps him deal with stress.
x-Cigarettes//Bad habit, but lowers his nerves.





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DISLIKES;
x-The quiet//Nothing good ever happens when it is quiet.
x-Enclosed spaces//Rather be able to move freely than be cramped up.
x-Physical contact (Hugs, kisses, handshakes, etc.)//No point to it in Tango's opinion.
x-Carbonated drinks//Carbonation makes Tango sick.
x-The cold//See above "Warmth."
x-Being vulnerable//Tango sees being vulnerable as a weakness and defeat.

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Tango doesn’t talk about others too much, the few things people know about him is that he, one, lost the love of his life in some accident, two, wants revenge for something, and, isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Most people assume with him join the organization, his want for revenge, and the date on his wrist is that super naturals were responsible for whatever happened.

But besides being closed off from most people, Tango is very professional when talking to people, even putting off a kind and understanding vibe to some. When talking to his superiors and coworkers he would always use the proper nouns like “Sir” or “Ma’am” regardless if they were higher or lower than he was. He shrugs off insults and sarcastic remarks when people make them, also very few people have ever seen him smile, thus some people call him cold-blooded regardless of his kind tone he gives off.

Whenever Tango had to interact with some of the super naturals, he would almost treat them as if they were humans, and not some freaks of nature, which very few people in the laboratory actually did. He would still call them by their prisoner number and not by their names, but his tone would be the same as if he was talking to some of the scientists or other guards.

At the end of the day, Tango was a very hardworking, quiet, and relaxed type of guy. His superiors were very thankful for the work he did going out and finding out about super naturals, bringing some in, and making sure they stayed in check during their “stay” with Project Cryptid.




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Tango doesn't have any special powers or abilities like the super naturals do, but does have some skills and talents.

Tango is exceptional well with most firearms and weapons, ranging from different calibers to numerous blades. He was the best shot the military has seen in awhile, and one of the best the government has. This has been improved from both practice and naturally to him from when he was first handed a rifle by his father. Also, from the military he was trained in hand-to-hand combat in case of a scenario came up, so he isn't 100% reliable on weapons.

In his spare time Tango is seen either in the gym trying to improve his strength and agility or at the shooting range. So it is safe to say he does have pretty good strength, better than the average human.

The black armor that Tango wears out on missions was issued to him from the government to assist in hunting, catching, and handling super naturals. It protects him from most "super natural" elements, as well as being more durable to normal human weapons than the average body armor given to military troops. It is very lightweight for the amount of damage it can take, and can be easily covered up with a a jacket in case the need to blend in happens to come up. The armor

Tango also learned a little bit about being charismatic when need be and convincing people to do what he wants and tell him things he doesn't exactly need to know. He learned the basics from his wife before she passed as her job mostly was her dealing with politicians, and the rest he just improved on. Also, from his years with the military, Tango has better/increased willpower and self control than the average person.





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ango was originally born Tyler Greeves to Maria and Richard Greeves. Tango's dad was the sheriff of the town her grew up in and hunted for sport, so naturally his father taught him about guns and took him shooting often, quickly becoming pretty good at it, even better than his own father. Throughout school he continued to hone his gun skills, going hunting or even just going to the shoot range, where he actually met the girl he later married, Monica. She seemed perfect; beautiful, easy going, loved to go shooting, and everything she did warmed his heart.

After graduating high school, Tyler wanted to join the military to go fight and serve his country. Before he left he consulted Monica and made sure she would be okay with him joining, and she was. So they got married and he joined up. Throughout boot camp, he was recognized to be top of his class in all areas, and being selected for special forces.

Him and his wife bought a small condo to live in between missions. Years went by and they had a very happy marriage. Up until an unfortunate accident happened that leveled the entire condo building while he was out getting his car fixed. The government approached Tyler shortly after, informing him that the accident was caused by super naturals, and that they wanted his expertise for hunting them down. Tyler declined their offer, stating he didn't want any reminded and to get back in the field with his buddies. But "mysteriously" as soon as he got back to base, he was injured during a training exercise, bullet through his shoulder. The military quickly medically discharged him and the government picked him up. They removed his name from just about all public records, leaving just T. Greeves, and silencing people who knew about him. Writing Tyler Greeves off as just another soldier that died. Going by Greeves didnt last long as he quickly started to be called Tango and it stuck.

After a proving his worth and continuing to stand out, Tango was assigned to Project Cryptid. At first he mostly worked alone, but occasionally he would work with other agents.

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So begins...

T. "Tango" Greeves's Story

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Character Portrait: Kheelan Wattyr Character Portrait: Colette Dupain Character Portrait: Joah Newbold Character Portrait: Camael Houghton Character Portrait: Sibyl Andres Character Portrait: Ollie Montague Character Portrait: T. "Tango" Greeves
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"Code Orange. Code Orange. There has been a breach in Sector 25. All personnel are to be on the look out and cautious at all times. Prisoners 001 through 006 are considered highly dangerous and immediate capture is necessary. Code Orange. Code Orange." The long and dark hallways of the facility were lit by the flash of the red emergency lights and the occasional flashlight attached to the large gun of a guard. While the facility was rather quiet at night, it was now littered with the thundering sound of the footsteps of guards, their shouts of who went where, and an alarm that echoed through the halls.

The majority of the staff was shocked they had done it. They had spent years making sure an escape was entirely impossible. They had managed to do it in about a month. While, half the staff at the hospital were frankly terrified with how they had underestimated them, the others were pissed. To them it was like a slap in the face.

"I don't care what the fuck you have to do, just bring them back, now". The head of security, General Williams, but most called him Captain due to the patch that covered his right eye. A werewolf had clawed it right out when he was twenty, and let's just say it was the fire in his veins. "Dead or alive. Just intact." He eyed each of the most qualified, skilled men and women in the facility. "Now get the hell out of my sight, and don't come back until you have each of those fuckers in front of me". With that he stormed out of the room.


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kheelan wattyr

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32 days. 32 days he had spent locked away being poked and prodded, by people he thought were just a myth a month ago. He had spent the days aimlessly awaiting each next horror, like a sitting duck. His only moments with a free mind spent thinking of his family. Aelfric, his father, probably trying to keep the family from falling apart with his sudden dissapearance. His father was always the one that kept them above the water, and Khee could only hope that he hadn't finally cracked. Tianna, his mother, god he missed her, he knew she was a mess. His mother was very passionate and strong, but she loved her children more than she loved herself. Finally, Rhoswen, his white rose, his little sister, the thought of her was the only thing that kept him alive in that hellhole. She was the light in his life, a pure, innocent fae with a heart of gold.
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The second his hands shoved the door into the outside world, it took everything for him not to fall to his knees in overwhelming joy. The cool breeze and light from the moon, things he would've never given a second thought, suddenly felt like the greatest things the world had to offer. He couldn't believe they had pulled it off, the plan was simplistic, yet calculated. Each of them played a small part in their escape, which had started with a pact that they'd help each other get home. Kheelan couldn't deny that together, they were a force to reckon with.

The sudden sounds of gunshots and yelling forced his legs to move, as he dashed out the door taking off for the woods that surrounded the facility. He had no idea where they were and where he was going. As long as he was very, very far away from that place. He could hear the others running, but he couldn't spare a second to see which of them were behind him. "Don't stop running!"
He yelled at the others as he neared the edge of the forest.

Just as his outstretched hand brushed the first bush at the start of the vast forest, a sharp pain suddenly struck the back of his right thigh and he let out a startled cry as he tripped, tumbling face first through the bush and into the forest. He scrambled to his feet, his thigh throbbing in pain, he could barely see his leg as he touched the wound, his hands coming back with blood. "Damnit" He'd been shot. I don't have time. I have to keep moving. Keep moving. He repeated the phrase over and over in his hand as he picked up his pace and began to run again through the woods.

The sound of soldiers got increasingly closer, and the fact that for one he couldn't see five feet in front of his face and he had a bullet lodged in his leg, didn't really help him out. His leg suddenly felt as if it had been dipped in liquid flame and he inhaled sharply at the pain, biting his lip to hold back a cry. In a last ditch effort he ducked behind a tree, 32 days shackled in iron cuffs made him forget that he was a magical being. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a rather shaky deep breath, trying to concentrate. His form rippled a little, before blending completely into the tree. He let out a very quiet breath of relief, and not a minute later a flurry of soldiers ran past the tree, completely oblivious to his concealed form. When he was sure they had all passed, he sunk to the ground his illusion slowly fading as he became visible.

He gently grabbed his leg and pressed slightly on the wound, crying out softly. Silver. Of course they had shot him with a silver bullet. He closed his eye and took a deep breath before pressing his fingers into the wound again, trying to get the bullet out. It took everything for him not to scream, what came out was a quiet guttural noise of pain, his hands trembled. "Thes, thes thes. Tysti ol, Khee ber kaer air or". He muttered quietly in Krim as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. The longer the silver stayed in his system the weaker he got.

He finally realized his efforts of getting the bullet out were futile, and at this point he was merely wasting time. He needed to keep moving, find one of the others, find some place to hide. He gradually pushed himself off the ground and began to slowly limp forward, trying to block out the pain in his mind. He had escaped, they'd done it, and he wasn't going to let a gunshot wound put him right back in.

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Character Portrait: Kheelan Wattyr Character Portrait: Colette Dupain Character Portrait: Joah Newbold Character Portrait: Camael Houghton Character Portrait: Sibyl Andres Character Portrait: Ollie Montague Character Portrait: T. "Tango" Greeves
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All someone could hear around Tango was gunfire, the sound of weapons charging, and magazines hitting the floor. Tango couldn’t sleep so he decided to let off some steam at the gun range. But what happened next caught him slightly off guard. The lights suddenly went off, and replaced with the flashing emergency lights, and the alarm sounded. “Code Orange? No…” Tango said in disbelief, picking up his rifle off the counter and running down the hall way towards Captain's office.

Tango weaved through other guards that were heading in all directions and scientists scrambling, Tango was the last to enter the conference room where General Williams and other skilled guards and agents were, catching just the end of the conversation, saying to get them back dead or alive and to leave, before he stormed out. Well, let’s see who is gonna end up dead and who is gonna end up staying alive. Tango thought to himself as he was the first out of the room. They have to be heading towards the front door. He thought as he took the shortest route to it, pushing past freaking out scientists.

The super naturals were barely here for a month, and yet, here they were escaping. Tango was surprised that it took this long for anyone of them to even attempt an escape, but ALL of them actually being loose at the same time? No this wasn’t just an impulse attack and try to escape, this had to be planned.

Most of the other guards were going through all rooms to make sure they were clear, but Tango knew better. The super naturals wouldn’t hide in the place they hated, they would want to get out and go somewhere that wasn’t here. As he rounded a corner he found a couple of guard’s bodies on the ground. “Yeah, they went through here.” Tango said to himself outloud as he went around the bodies, some still dripping with fresh blood. He may not be able to catch them at full speed, but all the fighting they were doing, and other guards were slowing them down. Plus, Tango doubted they would get out with no wounds, if they manage to get out at all.

Tango rounded the last corner just to look down the long hallway to see the super naturals pushing open the front door, usually it would have an electronic lock to open, but with the power out and the back-up generators not on yet, it was just a regular heavy door at this point. Tango sprinted down the hallway, almost tripping over knocked over tables, chairs, and even more bodies. The door closing behind the super naturals in his sight.

The door flew open as Tango pointed his rifle towards the forest, seeing the super naturals about to make it in. “Hey!” Tango shouted, but doubtful they would stop at his shouts, but then he saw Prisoner 002, the Vampire. “Colette!” He yelled, and she stopped for a second while the other super naturals continue to run. She had turned and faced Tango, his rifle pointing right at her. He could take the shot right now, silver bullets and all, but Tango just stood there.

Tango was staring at Colette down his sights, hesitating to pull the trigger. Before anything else could happen the front door flew open and Colette darted off. Gun fire erupted into the woods from the other guards in the door way, just trying to hit anything and shredding into the bushes. Tango quickly went back inside to gather his items while other guards rushed into the woods after the escaped prisoners. Tango had to gear up if he was going to chase them down, it wasn't going to be easy.

Pouches of salt for the Demon and Angel, silver ammunition for the Fae, Werewolf and Vampire, a silver knife incase his firearms don’t work out, and some enhanced hearing protection for the Siren. The Siren didn’t have much of a weakness that they were able to discover, but her fragile bones would still be susceptible to bullets, just would have to watch out for her talons. Tango threw on his lightweight armor, knowing when he caught up to them, he would need more than regular clothes, and headed out of his office. Tango stopped by the lab to grab a couple syringes to sedate the super naturals, along with a couple other syringes filled with different liquids, and then headed back out into the dark woods with a small group of about five guards with him. "Some blood trail in this direction, lets go." Tango said as the others followed him with their flashlights on.

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Colette Dupain
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❥ The chaos in the hallways was overwhelming as the persisting flashes of red flooded her vision. They were almost to the doors, almost to their freedom when something just had to go wrong in their little escapade; after all, karma couldn’t exactly be classified as generous to one that as unnatural as her. One second, she was jogging lightly, not quite at her full speed, alongside the other prisoners, casting fleeting glances to ensure even the slowest of them were still with the group. Then the next, the smell of blood hit. It felt as though she had run into a wall, that previous effervescent feeling of hope deflating, only to be replaced by a gnawing hunger. Human blood always affected her like this, the scent always such a strong pull. More feeling than seeing, Colette knew her eyes were darkening, the overwhelming need to fill the void in her chest replacing the rational train of thought to run. Now’s not the time for this…! You can feed later, just move-! came the whispered plea, the inner sanity that always existed, dormant, when hunger visited, begged her to control her instincts. Giving an angry shake of her head, those bright tresses creating a splaying arc of fire, she tensed her body to run, to get further away from the stifling iron smell. Even in her state, the vampire was aware that the others had reached the door, and like hell was she going to be left behind. ”Colette!”. The bark of that familiar tone rose above the white noise of the chaos, piercing and commanding. Whirling on her heels, her blue eyes still noticeably darker than what would be considered safe, the vampire found herself staring down the barrel of Tango’s gun. Eyebrows knitting together in a mixture of hesitance and confusion, Colette’s mind began to race in weighing the odds if he would pull the trigger or not. An irrational sense of guilt claimed the forefront of her emotional mindscape; after all, she was running away from her word and promise to the hunter. Turn herself in and submit for the safety of her coven? That was the deal, wasn’t it? The door exploded of its hinges, however, which just served to remind her of the urgency of their situation. With a frown, Colette mustered a sympathetic whisper of ”I’m sorry…” before darting away, a blur of color the only proof that she had been there.

❥ The second the moonlight washed over skin, a rush of uncharacteristic giddiness filled her entire being. From her toes to head, the vampiress felt light, the shackled burden of the cell behind her. Well, not fully...undoubtedly, the jailers of the supernaturals wouldn’t give up easily. Running at half of her vampiric speed, choosing to rather conserve her energy than waste it from the get go, Cole’s form was a zipping shadow between the trees. Having removed herself from the excessive amounts of human blood, her hunger was gradually disappearing, her eyes becoming lighter. I should probably try to find the others….who knows where they all ran off to.. Halting to a full stop in the middle of a small clearing, the supernatural placed her hands on her hips as she scanned the forest. Thankfully, they had escaped during the night; it was, after all, the time of day that belonged to her species. With unparalleled night vision, the forest appeared to her how it to the others during the day. Nothing could hide in the shadows from her sight, an ability she was thankful for in this moment. Hearing the distance shouts of the humans, a small smile danced on her lips knowing full and well she had outrun them by several yards. Cracking her lips to, discreetly, inhale the scents around her, the worrisome scent of inhuman blood hit her again. However, this time, it was faint, and there was another trace that was intertwined with it Camael and Kheelan….They’re pretty far away. I must have overshot them while running. But whose bleeding?. Gnawing, subconsciously, on her lower lip, worry preoccupied her when she realised they were still too close to the facility for comfort. With mild hestitance, the vampire took off in a blurring run once more to the location of the angel and fae.

❥ As she approached the two, the smell of blood made it apparent that it was the fae who had been injured. Finding it easier to combat her hunger when presented with supernatural blood, rather than human, Cole approached to the two before folding her arms together. ”What happened? You guys stopped too close… should have kept running.”. Eyes landing the gun wound, a small ‘tch’ escaped the vampiress as she tried to think over the possibilities. Subconsciously, she was counting down from 100 to keep her attention focused on something other than the bleeding wound. ”Do you know where the others are? We need to keep moving.”. Scanning the trees, once again, for any sign of life, her gaze rested on the angel, ”I might have to carry him, what about you? Are you injured?”

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Tango looked up after looking at some electronic device, showing most of the surrounding area divided up into sectors like a grid with two flashing blips on it. “You three.” Tango said pointing at the other soldiers. “Go half a click into Charlie Sector and then go North. Me, Johnson, and Smith are going to continue and see if we can cut any of them off. Keep in radio contact.” Tango said leading two while three others split off. He knew most of the surrounding area pretty good, since the government bought most of the land out here and labeled it as a “conservative” to keep locals away, he would just have to catch up to the super naturals before they got outside the area, he had a couple hours at least.

“Tango, how are we supposed to catch up to these super naturals? They are like way faster than us.” One of the guards commented to Tango, and he wasn’t wrong, going at full speed they had little to no chance to catching them. “Listen, we will catch them. If you want to go back and tell Captain about not catching them, go be my guest.” Tango commented as he pushed through bushes. “Plus, I have some tricks up my sleeve for them. Now do us all a favor and be quiet.”


As Tango’s group continued, his radio spoke up, whispering coming through. “Tango this is Team Two. We have eyes on some of the super naturals, edge of Charlie Sector. One looks injured, talking abo-“ The radio cut out all of the sudden, no scratch, no static, just cut out. “Come in Team Two, come in. This is Tango, repeat transmission.” Said into his radio, but no response. “We continue on our path, if they got spotted or engaged, the super naturals are going to move. There’s some abandoned buildings they might find, and if they have an injury like Team Two said, they won’t be moving fast.”

Wonder who is injured. If it’s Colette, she can heal fast. But they also have the Angel who can heal. Then again, silver bullets aren’t all that easy to deal with. Tango thought to himself