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Project Dragonfly

Project Dragonfly

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"I say, let me tell you a story, stranger. Oh, don’t worry. It’s a fun one! With tons of blood, gore and death… I can assure, you shall find it quite interesting. It is the story about you.”

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Introduction

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"Dragonflies are important predators that eat mosquitoes, and other small insects like flies, bees, ants, wasps, and very rarely butterflies." - Wikipedia



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“Where goes the line between man and monster, you ask? Well… that is a hard question to answer. It all depends on your own thoughts and values, doesn't it? After all, what we call ‘monster' could be anything, really. So how to know whom to apply this term to? I say, let me tell you a story, stranger. Oh, don’t worry. It’s a fun one! With tons of blood, gore and death… I can assure, you shall find it quite interesting. It is the story about you.”

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It all started in the year of 1993. A child with 'extraordinary' abilities was born. To be more precise, he was a pyrokenetic, which was quickly discovered as he just a few hours after his birth had set a whole hospital on fire. Although he was the first, this boy was far from the last child born with such mutations. Many, many more children with this kind of 'special condition' were to follow. In order to prevent global panic and that the children came to harm, they were taken into custody by the government. Some parents agreed to sending their children away to 'safety', but some had their children taken by force.

Everything happened behind the scenes. The general public was never informed about any of this. It was a top secret operation. Of course, this was all for the safety of humanity. Secluding the children from normal society was for the better. Not only could they pose a danger to normal individuals, but they could also possibly pose a danger to themselves.

Yet, after they were taken away by the government, what happened to these children?

At a very young age they were sent to a secret training camp of the organization Dragonfly. Some were no older than a few weeks, others had already reached the age of five. You were one of them.

Yes, for as long as you can remember Dragonfly has been your home, your everything. Not only did they teach you how to handle your abilities, not only did they train you to become an agent... but they are also your life, your family... don't you agree? You love them. Together with the other dragonflies you have had your fair share of hardships, but they have also given you love and friendship. Dragonfly is the only safe place for people like you. After all, your whole life you have been warned about the dangers of the world outside, about how the people would treat you if they ever found out. So you stayed with the organization without question, you know you are a chess piece to be moved, a pawn in their game to make the world a better place. You are the 'hunting dog' if you so like. You know that your efforts are for the best. That your sacrifice will not be in vain. Dragonfly is and has always been your world.

Depending on your special ability and natural skills, you were trained in a certain area of expertise. Someone with the camouflaging ability, for example, would most likely be trained in spying, while someone with the ability of pyrokenesis would be trained more offensively. This is with the plan in mind that you will eventually be assigned to a team where your area of expertise is required. The structure of the Dragonfly teams drives from the mechanics of the SWAT system. Naturally you were also thought in ever subject a normal child would be educated in at a normal school.

On your fourteenth birthday there was a dragonfly tattooed onto your left shoulder blade. This meant that you had officially completed your training at the camp and finally ready to face the outside world. After graduating at the end of the year, that is. During the graduation ceremony you were told which team you would be assigned to and where in the world you would be stationed... and two months after that... well... that is where we are now.

The newly 'hatched' dragonflies are sent to whatever team where they are required, usually replacing a team member which has...previously perished. Thus, the teams consist of both experienced as well as inexperienced members. The disappearance of agents is not at all unusual. Considering your line of work is espionage and assassination, it is only to be expected. Simultaneously the same time these teams pose as families and alongside their secret agent life, live as relatively normal people. Just like normal humans you attend school and/or work for a living. You seem completely normal. At first glance... no one could never guess that you are in fact a deathly weapon, a danger far beyond their imagination... and it better stay that way.


"Okay, I suppose there wasn't too much blood, gore and death... but believe me. There will be. Do not underestimate the life of a Dragonfly... yes, indeed... this is where your true story begins...

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Although it might also be your end..."




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Code | Name | Age | Field Agent | Gender | Face Claim | Reserved by Gentlemiss

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M-01 -997-JP: 6905| Qrow | 26 | Field Agent | Male | Howl Pendragon| Played by Check Mate

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M-01-1998-RU: 7125 | Vincent | 25 | Field Agent | Male | Heine Rammsteiner | Played by Lyysa

Code | Name | Age | Field Agent | Gender | Face Claim | Reserved by VampireGirl98

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F-02-2005-UK: 19-30 | Kira | 18 | Hacker | Female | Akira Renbokoji | Played by Gladis

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F-03-1999-AU: 0-153 | Danielle | Age | Medic | Female | Mayday - OC | Played by Byte

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M-04-2004-CA: 9580 | Isaac | 19 | Strategist/Analyst | Male | Yogi | Played by xxMCxMIKEYxx

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  • Our characters have powers, but that doesn’t mean that they should be overpowered. Everyone has their weaknesses, alongside their strengths. Be reasonable with your characters. Only ONE power per character.
  • DO NOT want to have any OOC drama. When out of character, treat each other with respect and kindness. Our characters may not like each other, but that doesn’t mean that we have to dislike one another as well.
  • If conflicts do happen (which it sometimes does), please contact me, the GM or a Moderator immediately.
  • I want the people who join to be active and dedicated to this role play. At least be able to post once a week. If that is not possible, please notify me about it and it can perhaps be excused.
  • Correct grammar and spelling are a must in this RP. I do not wish to see any one liners, either. Two proper paragraphs per post is an absolute minimum.
  • I, as a GM of this role play, have the right to remove those who do not abide to the rules by this role play. I will also add rules, should the need arise.
  • I don't want this RP overrun by gender or character type, so please try and keep things relatively even. Make sure to make your character diverse and unique!
  • My final rule is that everyone should have fun and use their imagination! THIS I DEMAND! Muahahaha!

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Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter Character Portrait: Kira Hunter Character Portrait: Marie Chaput Character Portrait: Surrey Dontan Character Portrait: Jean Cornelius Fitch Character Portrait: Usagi Hunter Character Portrait: Issac Hunter Character Portrait: Ginger Hunter Character Portrait: Dani Hunter Character Portrait: Rufus Arendale Character Portrait: Vincent Character Portrait: Gil Ashburn Character Portrait: Dante
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It was a quiet Saturday morning, more like time for lunch but since Vincent had not felt like getting out of bed when he woke up the first time he was still in there. It was not because he was tired, it was more like his whole body was protesting so he was not that urged to move. He felt a bit bruised, most likely because he had got a bit beaten up at yesterday’s mission. Still there was no bruise to be found on his body, it was only a play of his mind - since he was aware of the fact that he had gotten extreme amounts of metal in him. The part that was the worst was getting them out of the healed wounds however, because that was not something the body did by itself and sometimes the projectiles do get stuck in there. The operations to get them out was not something Vincent would recommend to anyone. It was mostly ripping the metal out of his body before the opening had closed up again. And now he felt exhausted after spending the first hours of the night on the operation table.

But after a couple of more moments of hiding his face in the softness of the pillow he crawled out of bed like a sloth. When he was done stretching out his stiff body, waking up the body before even consider dressing himself. But hey, it was his room and no one was allowed to enter it like he avoided to enter the other rooms. As the body started to wake up he stepped over to his closet and started to dress up, putting on his usually black jeans, and taking out a white t-shirt and leather jacket that he carried with him out of the room. Sure they shared a big house, these so called "siblings", but no there wasn't bathrooms attached to every room and that was why Vincent walked around bare chested inside the house without the slightest shame.

It wasn't a long way from his room to one of the bathrooms and when he was inside he took a shower before dressing up completely. As he left the room he couldn't help but notice that someone had tampered with the decor and as he walked pass it he fixed it so it looked like it usually did. When done he went down the stairs and even if there was people around the house he didn't bother with greeting them. He just walked inside the living room over to the bookshelf and started to inspect the content. Controlling that it still was the way he had left them before going away on the mission, this was not his books it was those the whole family shared. Or you could call it a cover and things the organization had left them so that they had things to play around with when they weren't working. And so Vincent picked out a book after choosing wisely and left the room. He had been indoors for such a long time - in his opinion. As long as it wasn't too sunny outside he preferred to outdoors, more space between him and the other's then. More space for him to be alone in. Inside the house it was almost impossible not to have people breathing down his neck if not being locked up inside his personal room.

As he walked down the street outside the house he started to read the first page of the book, heading over to the square to sit down on his bench. Yeah, Vincent had claimed on of them in his mind. And as he arrived he sat down under the tree and continued to read his book - alone. The way he wanted it.

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Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter Character Portrait: Kira Hunter Character Portrait: Issac Hunter Character Portrait: Ginger Hunter Character Portrait: Dani Hunter Character Portrait: Vincent
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Ginger continued to snore as the morning passed around. It had been another late, almost all-nighter, party again. To celebrate another mission well done. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her all black leather pants and vibrant purple shirt before falling asleep on her messed up bed. Her hair was spread out around her making her look as though she had been electrocuted, ironically. Her arms and fingers tingled, with this last mission she had pushed herself a bit further than normal and now there were new scars that leafed out, marking her veins.

The only reason she got up that morning was because of the sudden aching in her stomach, another side effect her power, uncontrollable hunger. She bolted up right and stared down at her traitorous stomach.

"Fine," she grumbled, stumbling out of bed and dragging herself to the kitchen, a complete mess from last night and yet in her usual clothes of baggy jeans, elbow-length and finger-less gloves, and a black, sleeveless shirt with the saying "Make me purr" in white letters. She opened the cupboard and the fridge seeing what was left. While she cooked pancakes, eggs, bacon, and grilled tomatoes she ate a bowl of cereal, fruit, and some leftover croissants while having at least four cups of dark, French coffee. She barely noticed people stumbling in and out of the kitchen grabbing whatever food she hadn't already consumed or was't cooking. Normally she would have been happy to say hi and start a conversation, but come home from a party that was the same night as a mission that she overworked herself on and that had ended at an hour that was anyone's guess, only to be awaken only an hour or so later by hunger pains. Making this normally energetically happy woman cranky not only from sleep or overexertion, but a hunger that has driven many to cannibalism.

It wasn't until she made her way to the "gaming room", as she fondly called it, with her plate stacked high with food and yet another cup of her dark roast coffee, that Ginger was in a decent enough mood to interact with others safely again. So she sat down on the floor, putting her food next to her, and grabbed a controller starting up the game she started a year ago on Call of Duty. She loved this room best as it only had a few windows that she could cover with heavy curtains to block out all sunlight and the comfiest couch you could ever find yourself sitting on, not to mention the latest gaming system that she could find and carpet that was a close second to the couch. You would't even want to get her started on the actual television itself and the sound system that came with it.

And thus the yelling and swearing began as she turned her game on.

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ImageThe Pirate Pies foodcart was in its “weekday-daytime location” at the junction between a small pedestrian square which connected a residential district with Greenwood City Park. In the center of the square was a small fountain, and along the edges were concrete benches made to look like stone to match the fountain (which was thankfully more quant than garish). The day was partially-cloudy, but not actively raining or sun-shining and in Gil's opinion: the perfect temperature for layers. Greenwood City Park was a nice little patch of green grass, complete with a small poorly-cared for flower garden and a shallow creek that had a single wooden bridge across it. There was some older, unused playground equipment at the far end of the park (currently unoccupied).

ImageIt had been a relatively slow morning (after the usual breakfast "rush"). Gil had cleaned the cooking area, he had inventoried the inventory, he had polished the menus, scrubbed the windows, and was left at wits' end. Gradually, he slumped forward onto the high counter--his chin resting against the cool plastic as his eyes followed the world outside of his small prison.

Gil watched the white-haired young man meander over to the square and sit down, he appeared to be reading a small paperback, and as Gil watched, he started to lazily skim it. Gil considered the young man from his position in his ‘cart. He could call out, maybe entice the man with a succulent pie... But the punk was giving off especially potent, "Fuck off" vibes today, and Gil had an ounce of self-preservation. Sometimes. Once in a while. ...Just an ounce really. When it suited him. Kinda. Alright, not really.

Gil grabbed his--now orange--hair in one hand and tugged on it as he considered the "kid" across the square. Gradually, his expression changed from one of extreme consternation to one of excited energy. He dove under the counter for the small oven (he refused to acknowledge that it may have one time been an "easy bake ®" oven), and then began to excitedly clutter his once-clean counter with jars, bags, and tins. As his hands moved easily amongst the myriad ingredients, his gaze returned again and again to look at the shock of white hair, the open book, and the brooding expression. He began to smirk happily to himself as he worked. The tiny pie--no more than two inches wide--began to take shape. In his excitement (and with that renown self-preservation), Gil completely forgot himself and shouted across the square at the subject of his intense scrutiny,


"Hey, do you like black licorice? 'Cause I don't really, but I need something black--and I think if I used dark cherry it'd end up being sorta red, and I don't really want it to have a mottled or bruised thing going on, but if I use coffee ... actually coffee might work. I just need to make sure that I balance out the flavor with..."

Gil's eyes went wide, and his mouth snapped shut abruptly. He looked down at the small masterpiece in his hands and then back over to Vincent Hunter, and then back down to the pie. Slowly, carefully, he set down the unbaked pie and smiled sheepishly. He ran a flour-covered hand through his hair and shrugged minutely.

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#, as written by Byte



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“You look like shit. Feel like shit. Yet you still argue that I shouldn't bother capping you in the knee and drag you to the medical ward? That's rich!”




No. It's quite alright. You don't have to say good afternoon, asshole.

Dani walked passed a grouchy and sauntering Vincent, who looked like he had just woken up with the worst hangover imaginable. Not wholly deviating from his usual zombie-look, but Dani was nothing if not observant and noticed that her "leader" seemed even more exhausted than usual.

Y'know, because Vincent was so obviously the guy to be radiating with new-found energy and optimism every morning.

The medic eyed the half-naked Hunter with interest somewhat, though mostly to confirm that last night's operation hadn't left any scarring (because why else would you be gawking at a shirtless guy, right?) on the torso at least. She couldn't tell about the rest, and it didn't look as though Vincent was willing to be dragged in for a check up. His lack of response to her prior attempt at making small talk made it clear that he wasn't in the mood to speak- or for that matter; be spoken to.

As tempted as she was to interrogate for further details, however, Dani wasn't keen on receiving a misplaced frown from Vincent, lest she'd have to surgically turn it upside down. And with a confirming nod, the Hunter woman resumed her initial occupation to take stock of the remaining medical supplies, and from that determine if she had to ask Issac for another shipment (thank God for the Dragonfly Organization covering that particular expense) and complementary lecture for not having mentioned it earlier. Joy, oh joy.

Clearly excited, this one is.




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Character Portrait: Jean Cornelius Fitch
Jean Cornelius Fitch

"Of course yellow rockets explode bigger, everyone knows that!"

Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter
Suzette Hunter

"Human bodies can be so complex. Now machines, they are actually quite simple."

Character Portrait: Surrey Dontan
Surrey Dontan

"Oh, I'm happy to have new neighbors. I wonder what they're like."

Character Portrait: Rufus Arendale
Rufus Arendale

"Freedom is fickle. One moment you have it, the next you don't. Never take it for granted."

Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter
Qrow Hunter

"Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark."

Character Portrait: Kira Hunter
Kira Hunter

"I wish I could say it's nice to meet you but... sadly, it's not."

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Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter
Qrow Hunter

"Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark."

Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter
Suzette Hunter

"Human bodies can be so complex. Now machines, they are actually quite simple."

Character Portrait: Jean Cornelius Fitch
Jean Cornelius Fitch

"Of course yellow rockets explode bigger, everyone knows that!"

Character Portrait: Rufus Arendale
Rufus Arendale

"Freedom is fickle. One moment you have it, the next you don't. Never take it for granted."

Character Portrait: Surrey Dontan
Surrey Dontan

"Oh, I'm happy to have new neighbors. I wonder what they're like."

Character Portrait: Kira Hunter
Kira Hunter

"I wish I could say it's nice to meet you but... sadly, it's not."

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Rufus Arendale

"Freedom is fickle. One moment you have it, the next you don't. Never take it for granted."

Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter
Suzette Hunter

"Human bodies can be so complex. Now machines, they are actually quite simple."

Character Portrait: Surrey Dontan
Surrey Dontan

"Oh, I'm happy to have new neighbors. I wonder what they're like."

Character Portrait: Kira Hunter
Kira Hunter

"I wish I could say it's nice to meet you but... sadly, it's not."

Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter
Qrow Hunter

"Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark."

Character Portrait: Jean Cornelius Fitch
Jean Cornelius Fitch

"Of course yellow rockets explode bigger, everyone knows that!"


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