(Please don't start posting yet, unless it's going to be similar to my post. Perhaps it could be of locations your found, and pictures of your character. I'm just giving you guys a couple of pictures to put in your imagination.)

The Mansion We Live In

It has a bedroom and a bath for everyone, a library, a training room, a conference room, a kitchen, a garden in the back yard, along with a pool, there is a medical suite, complete with operating room.

The rooms in the house

The bedroom:

This is the basic layout of the room... Of course you could have changed it up to your liking.

The bathroom:

This is what the bathroom looks like. Of course it may have been changed up.

The Library:

This is where the school like education goes on, along with any personal light reading one may wish to do.

The training room:

This is where we practice our martial arts and turn our body into death machines.

The conference room:

This is where we're briefed on jobs and are debriefed.

The Medical Suite:

This is were you go to treat yourself for injuries and in the event of a serious injury, you may be required to spend the night here.

The operating room:

This is were you may get sent if you were shot or need surgery.

The Kitchen:

This is where the meals are made and where to go if your hungry.

The Back Yard

The Garden:


The Pool:

It was a warm sunny morning, Willow lay curled on her bed. She couldn't say she was feeling very happy, but there were things to do. She stretched out and sat up. She got up and pulled on a pair of cammo pants and a white t-shirt. She pulled on a pair of combat boots. She sat down on her bed to lace them tightly. She brushed her hair and pulled it into a tight french braid. She examined herself in the mirror, before heading down stairs. She headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. She pressed the intercom.
"Good morning team! Rise and shine! Today's a training day. Come down the Kitchen for breakfast and meet me in training room in an hour!" She said, before pouring a bowl of cereal and digging into it.

Meanwhile, Demetri was sleeping peacefully in bed, before he heard Willow's warm, sunny voice calling them to breakfast. He grumbled a bit as he got out of bed. He dressed in similar outfit as Willow and headed down to the kitchen. She was eating in the kitchen. He poured a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. The first bite was a bit too sweet, but he was ravenous always in the morning. He finished his bowl and rinsed it off in the sink.
"See you in the training room, Will."
(Post away my lovelies!)

Nat growled as she heard Willow's voice over the intercom. The pillow had been over her face, the shades in her messy room drawn. "Ffffffuuuuuuck..." she moaned as she more or less fell out of the bed. She stood up and tucked her unruly brown hair behind her ears. Thoroughly peeved, she picked up the pillow and chucked it at the intercom speaker up in the corner of the room. "I fucking hate Mondays..." she growled, not even sure what day it was. As Natalia took a step forward groggily, she tripped over her riot gun's case and fell flat on her face on the carpeted floor. "SHIT!" she yelled, not caring if everyone heard. She muttered more curses under her breath as she roughly kicked the case under her bed and stomped out of the room, running a hand through her curly hair as she went. She trudged down the stairs and entered the kitchen, where Willow was waiting. She grabbed some random cereal and poured a dry bowl full before grabbing a spoon and beginning her breakfast.

"Coffee?" Willow held out a pot. She studied Natalia as she set the pot back down on the table. She took a sip, waiting for the rest of them. It was going to be a long day.
"Demetri went downstairs to the training room," She said, not really trying to start a conversation. She took another sip of her coffee. She was antsy. It had been a while since she had heard from their contact. She drummed her fingers on the table.

"Don't care," Natalia dismissed her words and grabbed the coffee pot. She drained the remains into a large mug, lifted it to her lips, and downed the whole thing. Setting it down and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she began to feel wired already. Awesome.

Two average sized men walked into the huge open penthouse sweet greeting Draco with a newspaper, dropping it on top of the hazel brown desk he sat at. Peering up to the men dressed in fancy business suits slamming his fist against the table as he read the headline to the newspaper quickly intimadating the men who stood before him. With his fists balled up he stood "I don't care...So what I lost two percent of my income due to increases on business taxing, now go clean your underwear I think one of you pissed yourself." Draco remarked laughing as he dropped back in to the black reclining chair, the two men shakily laughed off the fear that just was instituted. The shorter bald head man stepped up and spoke after Draco relaxed himself "Good one sir, by the way my name is David and my friend here is Nick... Sorry for not being able to stay and speak any longer your company is going under..." As David finished his sentence, Draco laughed drawing his pistol from under the desk and putting a bullet between the mans eyes. Swinging the chair around and shooting Nick in the knee forcing him to fall back, kicking at the ground to roll over to him plunging the blade into his chest.

"Death, a hell of the way to start the day and to think I liked you two" Draco said standing from the chair and glancing out the window with a smile " Get this cleaned up Travis"

After hearing Willow's announcement over the intercom, Honda lifted his head from his paperwork while the light reflected off his glasses, shielding his eyes. Looks like I spent another night in the operation room again, that is. He stood up, looked over himself over the mirror. His eyes had dark circles under his eyes, but it was too serious. He smiled like an idiot before pushing his glasses up a bit as he noticed the all too well bruised on his cheek along with a cut as well. He simply put a bandage on it to cover it up. He smoothed out his white lab coat and tan turtleneck, his greenish blue jeans were just fine. He nodded before pushing his glasses again and left the operation room.

After walking out into the hallway, Honda's stomach growled and noticed how hungry he really was. His stomach continued to sound like a drowning cat as he walked into the kitchen, seeing others already in there. "Salutations, everyone. How goes it?" A small goofy smiled graced his lips before he went straight to the coffee, pouring himself a mug. Not putting anything in it, he drank the black coffee with good intentions. Ah, love the taste of black coffee, yes I do. He then did as everyone else was doing, preparing himself a bowl of cereal also.

Krane slowly shifted out of her meditative state, unfolding her legs and rolling backwards to her feet. Her room was much different from the others, the bed had been removed, along with the dresses, side table, book shelves and any other comfort. Only exceptionally clean, laminated white floors. Private time was often spent in quiet seclusion, she did not care for television, movies, books or video games. Battles were fought in her meditation, scenario after scenario, persisting until her thoughts led to her death.

On the far side of her room sat the only piece of furniture, a strange white four foot cube with panels and sliding parts. This opened like a puzzle and contained her gear and her clothing. Training did not seem like fieldwork, so she selected a simple attire of black capris, a white tee-shirt and black and white running shoes. Weapons would stay locked up behind an electronic lock. She closed the box back up and locked it with a key, slipping the key into its own hidden slip.

She slowly made her way towards the Kitchen, not quite escaped from the visions of her meditation. Her heart had been pounding for the last six hours, her metabolism running heavily as she convinced her body she was in danger. All part of the training, part of being what she was. As she rounded the corner to see Willow, enjoying her breakfast peacefully. Her eyes quickly darted between Honda and Natalia, her mind running through scenarios involving a fight between herself and the two of them. Her stoic look did not fade as she moved before Willow and leaned down towards her.

"Nightly cries of dark whispers, howling succubi plague thoughts of warfare. Poisons of a libatious aura, Shamhat's daughter, am I whore or goddess? Mere Morpheas dance, of little credence. Preparations ready for days to never come, eros is not for this winged white bird." Krane smiled a little as she told Willow of her problem. She had come to trust the woman as a friend, someone to share personal feelings with. Though Krane's words were often confusing, it really only came about in moments of mental imbalance, she would inevitably become more clear as the day progressed.

Willow had been deep in thought, since Nat had entered the kitchen.

"Willow, darling, things may not always be easy, but I know you can always pull through. I don't trust many people in this hell-hole called life, but I know the team will always be able to count on you," Our old leader said. It was obvious he wasn't going to last much longer, but Willow took comfort in the fact that she was here beside him.
"Simon," she said softly, fighting the tears away, "I don't know if I'm ready to take care of any one."
He took her hand, gently in his.
"Willow, you've taken care of me from the time I took you in, and you've taken care of the others so well," He paused as he coughed a bit...

"Nightly cries of dark whispers, howling succubi plague thoughts of warfare. Poisons of a libatious aura, Shamhat's daughter, am I whore or goddess? Mere Morpheas dance, of little credence. Preparations ready for days to never come, eros is not for this winged white bird," Krane's voice startled her out of her memory.

"Perhaps if Shamhat's goddess of a daughter, didn't spend so much time on meditation of gory possibilities... Though preparations are always important, even if days are never to come. But Carpe Diem, Live in the now, because you never know when you'll lose your wings," Willow replied with a smile up at Krane. If there was anyone, Willow truly considered a friend, it was her.
"Now eat something or you won't be able to fly for very long," she said, gesturing to the bowl of cereal.

Krane smiled and stood back up straight, "All service once owed to the great oak, now bound to new Willow tree. From early spring, when leaves are full, until the autumn days take her color away. Shamhat's sinful castoff, Enkidu's legacy denied. Neither beast nor woman, something else perhaps. Dark dreams of futures lived and denied." She turned to step away but looked back over her shoulder, "Bid the wind blow, Lao Tzu. I am ready."

Krane opened the fridge and dropped down to a crouch, reaching over a few things to grab one of her apples she hid in the back, underneath and behind the cheese drawer. She took it out with a flat expression, studied its exterior carefully for any puncture marks or signs of tampering. Placing both her thumbs on the top of the apple she applied a bit of pressure and the apple popped into two halves. She brought one to her lips and breathed in its fresh smell before taking a bite. She let out a slight moan as the juices ran down her throat. Upon realizing her sound she used the apple to cover over her mouth as she chewed carefully, her eyes gave away her slight embarrassment. She really did enjoy apples.

As Travis mopped up the scattered brains and blood off of the once stainless white floor, Draco plopped back down into his chair putting on a puzzled look " My compation should know from the bread baskets I send them, that blood shed is not the path I like to take ironically enough I am in the business of weapons" Not showing any attentiveness to Draco's speech Travis continued to do as he was told, and after tossing the last body like a sack of potato's he saluted Draco. "Sir, the task was compleated to your liking. The bodies were disposed of and the room is cleaned, am I requested for further service my lord" Travis said standing at attencion paying close mind to Draco expression, kneeling because of his blank expression. "You are fine boy, go get ready for the cities meeting later dress very nicely." Draco spoke softly and kindly, and with that Travis took off leaving the sweet. The boy wasn't anywhere close to being in the right mental state he was brought up from a young age to be a killer, hunter, and warrior, dawning Draco's uprising Travis was the first assassin sent to kill him. Ill informed and Ill trained, Travis attempted to poison Draco which ended in failure due to Dracos immunity. Afterwords Travis went for the kill attempting to stab Draco in the heart, which also failed but this time the outcome would be devastating. Draco broke Travis's neck in nine places, then later taking him in for inhumane medical testing making him completely obedient and giving him the same mutations as Draco.

Standing up from the chair Draco snatched up the carrying case and stormed out the door heading for the limo that awaited outside. Climbing in sitting opposite from Travis and yawning as he shut the door and commanded the chauffeur to start driving. Cycling through the contacts on his smart phone he selected his "Contractor" and called. On the other line a digitally enhanced voice spoke "The bird was got sick and died...The toad croaked and died...ding dong the main is dead...DRACO is... alive... Sir their is no assassination contracts left on your head although the leader of that organization you ordered dead, his lieutenants might come after you now. That is all" With a sigh Draco hung up the phone and smiled another day of life he though, another day I have to kill to survive...