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[Pudding Earl]

"Duty calls... after lunch."

N a m e ▹ Dante Mossuli

A g e ▹ Twenty-four

G e n d e r ▹ Male

R o l e ▹ Traitor

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Though he may act friendly towards others and certainly isn't lack in social skills of any sort, Dante is still detached from others in a way that is painfully difficult to describe. He gets along with ost people easily, and can talk about many varieties of subjects, but one subject he will never mention on his own is himself. That's right- Dante does have a lot he could be telling others, but of course, he keeps it to himself. For the most part, he's learned that information is often much too dangerous, and curiosity turns out to be a bad thing. He's willing to sacrifice his personal life in order to fulfill his vengeance, as ironic as that is. Behind his friendly mask, however, Dante's got a heart that's on the brink of falling into the dark pit where it may be engulfed by his thirst for revenge. Dante doesn't trust others easily, and so prefers to work on his own instead of seeking help. Though he may seem insensitive to others' feelings, Dante does care about close friends and family very much. The only reason he wishes to distance himself from them is for their own safety... or so he has been telling himself.

Appearance-wise, Dante doesn't seem to show a single shard of just how the corruption over the years have gotten to him. And with his smooth, eloquent talk and smiles, it's even harder to guess that this is the man who has plunged the world of intelligence into such a fiasco. Of course, there's always more to a book than its cover, and Dante is no exception...

B i o g r a p h y ▹ From an early age, Dante had been told that he was talented. No, not only talented, but a genius in some areas. His parents, of course, were very happy that his turned out so well, and enrolled him in a number of private boarding schools to further his learning. It was all well and good, yes, but one couldn't always be studying. Unfortunately, that was what DanteI was forced to do from the age of three until eight, and by the time he was nine, he had enough of it all. One can't just force a child to be constantly immersed in learning all the time, and Dante was extremely angry at his parents. It got to the point where he just had to take his anger out on someone- anyone he could get my hands on. Dante had many friends at the various boarding schools he was attending at that time, but soon he had none when his anger got the better of me. Dante's parents never noticed this, or they simply didn't care. Their relationship was on a roller coaster ride, and oh, who cares about a son that only had brains and no affection? They divorced shortly after he turned twelve, and then mysteriously died in a car accident just a few months later. He had the dignity of getting her to a hospital, but couldn't risk getting himself on the radar and disappeared immediately afterwards. Of course, he's been closeby, keeping an eye on friends, though it's difficult to do that and also keep himself incognito as well.

Dante was then sent to be raised by his aunt after his parents' death. Although she was loving and caring in every way, she had three children of her own, and could hardly spare any extra time on Dante. For the most part, Dante spent his teenage years alone with his studies, drifting farther and farther from his aunt and cousins. And then, just after he entered college, Dante became part of his country's intelligence agency. Despite his young age, he was skilled, and rose quickly in the ranks of the agents. Back then he wasn't as bitter, and even had a girlfriend (the result of an unfortunate coffee-spilling incident in a cafe). And after he graduated, Dante continued working for the agency full-time, under the assumed cover of a government office worker.

And one day, while on a mission, Dante found out through old government files that his parents were still alive. Not only that, but they were imprisoned by the government on suspicion of being Russian spies. The thought was frightening to him, and Dante wanted to make sure that what he read was true. After sneaking his way to the prison where they were kept, he confirmed it. Just as he was about to bring them out, however, several Elites working nearby spotted him, and killed his parents on the spot. Now one must wonder why Dante hates the Elites and the other government agencies so much, hmm? Soon after the incident, Dante started planning for revenge on the Elites. He managed to fake his own death by blowing up the building he was working in and then escaping, but in the process of escaping karma dealt him a blow when he ran over his own ex-girlfriend- someone whom he had dated before but broke up with in order to not leave any loose ends before his "death".

S k i l l s ▹ Top-notch computer hacking skills. Dante is a whiz with any sort of technology, and can also fight relatively well with most weapons. Guns are definitely not a problem for him to handle, though he's not as skillful with knives and the like.

E x t r a s ▹ One thing Dante is always willing to wait for is food. He's always got something or the other to eat while working. Dante doesn't keep any pets, but he does take in stray cats every now and then. Dante doesn't take failures very easily and often gets worked up about them for a long time, even when everyone else has forgotten about it.

C r u s h ▹ Cher was from a long time ago! Come on, that's neither here nor there....

M a s t e r▹ Pudding Earl  

[Pudding Earl]

"We were given a task. No questions should be asked!!"

N a m e ▹ Avielle Pandora

A g e ▹ Twenty-five

G e n d e r ▹ Female

R o l e ▹ Hunter

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Well, Avielle is mainly mean and cold hearted when it comes to her job as a Hunter. She takes pride in her job seriously which make it hard for her or anyone to approach her. Truthfully, she has an innocent looking face but never judge a book by its cover. Avielle can be nice when she feels like she has to but it is a rare occurance. Of course, she is protective of the other hunters. She hates not being able to protect her team when the time comes. Avielle has a monotone type voice that hardly has any emotion in it since she find having all those emotions useless when it comes to Hunting for the Elites and everything. Due to her personality and the way she acts she doesn't even try to get along with normal people who are not Hunters. She mainly ignores then and find then hindrances when it comes to the mission. Heck, to people they think she is a robot or something.... which she is in fact not.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Her past was not a good one. Due to her family and how they raised their children cause dramatic changes in Avielle. When she was little she was one of those bundles of joy and happiness but as years went on all of that changed she she became what she is today. You want to know why? Bad experiences and everything. Somethings you should never show a child! Of course, her family didn't care when it came to keeping children pure from the outside world. Nope, her parents through her into it. When Avielle was 10 she was trained to be a Hunter for the Elites without and questions. Whenever she acted disrespectfully she was punished.

Still, she continued to go through the training. She was still punished for acting up. This cause her to lock everything in and to never question her parents actions, word, or even the Elites. She wasn't even fearful of things anymore. She still has a little bit of fear though but she hides it. Avielle by the age of 19 was a good Hunter. She did her missions without questions and she did them till the task was completed and never brought up again. This brought respect to her parents and they started to shower her with affection which she really hated and didn't understand. Currently at the age of twenty-fie she was given a new mission to kill innocent people who were with the traitor or something. Avielle took the job easily. Anyone who was close to a traitor deserved to die or be punished for information first. No sympathy for the weak, as she was told.

S k i l l s ▹ Fighting (mainly using hand-to-hand, guns & swords), Computer Hacking (not so good at but good enough) and Some investigative work.

E x t r a s ▹ A hobby she has is training. She does it all the time. She likes training, pleasing the Elites, rain, fighting and sweets. She dislikes Weak people, being showered with affection, liars, displeasing people and being afraid. A pet peeve is people crying. She hates it. Shows how weak they truly are.

C r u s h ▹ Why do you want to know who I like? There shouldn't be any crushes while on the job!.

M a s t e r▹ Bravery-Homunculus  

[Pudding Earl]

"Gimme back my sweets you dork!"

N a m e ▹ Abigale Lillita Jovovich

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Abi, Gale, Lilli (only Dante is allowed this one)

A g e ▹ Twenty

G e n d e r ▹ Female

R o l e ▹ The childhood friend

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Gale is neither sweet nor nice; she has the foulest vocabulary on the block despite her girly appearance. Not completely a tom-boy, but not a complete girly girl either, Gale is almost your typical 'girl-next-door' kind of girl. Her words almost always have a sarcastic bite to it and she doesn't trust anyone, but she's actually kind of a nice person inside. She used to be much less bitter, and much more caring, but that was before she heard that Dante had died...

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Gale was an orphan, taken in by her aunt. She met Dante when she was seven years old; or more specifically, he ran into her when she appeared as if she were being bullied. And he saw her when she fought back and whupped a**. Since then they became the best of friends. He never asked anything about her past, so she just took it for granted to never ask anything related to his background either. Dante had been a mysterious person to her. She wasn't sure when she started liking him in 'that' way. All she knows is that, even now, the feeling won't go away whenever she thinks about him. They were still really young when Dante left the neighborhood. Gale was left alone, since she hadn't bothered befriending anyone after getting to know Dante. She's finished school in that same town and then moved away when her aunt died.

She took on part-time jobs to pay for college and rented out a small, cozy flat above a cafe that was close by. Her life so far has been completely normal, save for the one time she heard the news that Dante had died.

S k i l l s ▹ Music - Though she doesn't look it, this girl can sing! Musical abilities come naturally to her, and she can rock it out on the guitar as well (and not just because she's been playing Guitar Hero). She is more suited to be a DJ, however, not really wanting to be in a big spotlight. ;; Hacking - Though nowhere near as professional as real hackers, and don't even mention Elites, but she has adequate skills and has the potential to become a threat if she actually cares (which she doesn't; why waste time on something painful that reminds her of Dante?).

E x t r a s ▹ Gale loves sweets. She's obsessed with them. As a kid, she probably might have easily been tricked away by strange men telling her they had candy for her if she hadn't been glued to the hip to Dante.

C r u s h ▹ Sweets~! Dante. It's always been Dante, even when they grew up and she never heard from him again. But it's one of those secret, unrequited loves where she knows he'll never return her feelings even she told him. And since she was among those who received news that he was dead, her chances became zero to none.

M a s t e r▹ Hunter Crawl  

[Pudding Earl]

"''Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive''."

N a m e ▹ Cyrus Ann Quinton

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Cy

A g e ▹ Twenty-two

G e n d e r ▹ Female

R o l e ▹ Elite

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Stoic and efficient, Cyrus is a no-nonsense kind of gal. She's quick and clever, which makes her excellent at what she does. She's very independent, unwilling to trust just anyone (especially in recent times...). Cyrus has always been the wary sort, always cautious, always quiet. She's the girl that blends in seemlessly with the background, the one you don't notice until she wants you to, or it's too late to. Cyrus is patient, analytical, and never does anything without thinking it through. Sometimes she's boring and a stick-in-the-mud because of this, but in the world she lives in, she can't afford to take chances. Cyrus is an extremely dedicated person. If she feels strongly about something, she isn't above laying out her life for it. She would never abandon someone who has earned her trust, but is careful to keep herself guarded, so there aren't many who fit into that catagory. Underneath her stoic exterior, she's actually quite sarcastic and jokey and even a little lax.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Cyrus grew up in a fairly normal fashion. True, her family has always been a little better off than most- her father was a well-paid businessman, and because of this, her mother didn't have to work and could stay home. Cyrus was homeschooled by her mother, and was a rather sheltered child. She maintained her child-like innonce for a long time, and was quite happy. In fact, in her earlier years, she was a very outgoing, social child.

By fifteen, Cyrus was a bit more refined. She was more eloquent, more graceful. She took an interest in gymnastic, given her natural born balance and grace. She was quite good at it. She played on the local soccer team, as well. Though she never made a ton of friends, she was well-liked. It didn't seem like anything bad could happen until did. When Cyrus was seventeen, she came home to find her father murdered, her mother sobbing on the floor with a gun in her hand. A crime of passion, she was told later. Her father was having multiple affairs, and he got another woman pregnant. He was going to leave, go be with his new family. Her mother snapped. Their marriage had been strained for years, and she just couldn't take it anymore. The information had been leaked to her. So she killed him.

Cyrus was sent to live with her grandfather, a kind old man who took pity on the poor girl. He was the one that let her know what really happened. She deserved the truth, he told her, so that was what she was going to get. He explained how the Intelligence World worked, and what had happened- someone had the information delivered to her mother, in hopes of ending the Quintons' marriage. They never suspected Mrs. Quinton would kill the man. But she did. And that was just how things worked.

At first, Cyrus wasn't sure how to handle the news. She was outraged, that someone would just let that happen. She eventually calmed down enough for her grandfather to tell her about his part of the Intelligence World- an ex-agent, now too old to be of much help. He convinced her that it was an important part of reality, and that this world was more good than bad. It was then Cyrus decided she would take part in this world to make sure that something like what happened to her wouldn't happen again. Now, she's one of the top agents out there, known mostly for her field work. But now that she's being hunted, she's putting those skills to the ultimate test.

S k i l l s ▹ One of the most outstanding field agents ever, Cyrus is extremely good at Prevention- keeping secrets secret. Sometimes things slip out, or wandering eyes find something interesting to look at. Not even the Intelligence World can keep tabs on all of its information. Cyrus's job has always been to prevent secrects from reaching the public, and/or having disasterous consequences. She's quick and clever, able to think on her feet. She's a top-notch hand-to-hand combat fighter, and as well an elite gymnast. She may look meek, but trust one thing- she's all muscle.

E x t r a s ▹ Although being practically invisible is a gift most of the time, it isn't uncommon for people to just forget about Cy; she's been left behind at gas stations, passed over by waiters while waiting to order, among other things. Cyrus also has an extreme fear of bees, though a love for flowers. This generally doesn't work out well for her...

C r u s h ▹ Your mom.

M a s t e r▹ Reku1495  

[Pudding Earl]

"Here lies no-man's land..."

N a m e ▹ Lorenzo Morales

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Loren, Ren (Ophelia only)

A g e ▹ Twenty-five

G e n d e r ▹ Male

R o l e ▹ Elite Leader

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Flirty, wordy, and never at a loss for things to say to the ladies, Lorenzo is your typical high-stakes spy. He's careful, but at the same time, is often much too eager to take on calculated risks as well. That applies not only to work, but also to Lorenzo's, well... rather public private life. He's always been trying to date more than one girl at once, and can never set his heart on one girl. Loyalty definitely is not a word used to describe Lorenzo- at least, not on the topic of romantic relationships. He doesn't hold a great track record for being an honest person, either, though it's more or less is way of life for him. Lorenzo does take his job very seriously and does his best to fulfill all his missions... even if that means going for the dirty methods. Although he is the leader of the Elites, he hardly acts like one half the time with his womanizing tendencies, and half of the time he smells like a drunkard anyways. However, when it comes to the real action, the time where leadership counts, there is no better person to take the lead. Lorenzo hides most of his better qualities in case enemies are spying on him so they can underestimate him and make errors in the real battle. A smart strategy for sure, though for the other Elites, seeing their leader stagger around with women all the time can be a little tiresome.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Lorenzo has had a rough life. In the part of Spain where he was born, there was much violence due to gangs and drug trade, and his father was one of the ones caught up in the war there. Lorenzo's mother did her best to raise him through the chaotic town they lived in, but it was too difficult to do so, especially with bullets whizzing by their home every week or so. She had enough, and besides, Lorenzo's father was out too often with other women. When Lorenzo was around five, she had enough of it all and moved out of the town with Lorenzo, and the two escaped to Madrid.

Lorenzo was too young to remember most of the horrors of his old hometown, and grew up happily in Madrid. However, his father didn't think of it as that simple. He wanted Lorenzo's mother to pay for what he believed to be a betrayal of some kind, and ambushed the two in their home in Madrid, killing Lorenzo's mother and bringing Lorenzo back to his hometown. At the time, Lorenzo was only ten. Back in his hometown, Lorenzo's father pulled the young boy straight into the clutches of the gang war there. Lorenzo was fearful at first, but eventually had to toughen up in order to survive along the sounds of guns firing and bullets flying. Though Lorenzo was forced to become part of the war, he still hated his father and wanted to bring an end to things. That, however, would never be fulfilled, as during a drug raid, he was captured by the government and taken away to be tried.

But it seemed that Lorenzo's luck would favor him. Apparently, the government's intelligence agency was recruiting and saw hope in Lorenzo's skills. Though he was only fifteen at the time, the government offered him a deal- join the agency or be imprisoned for the rest of his life. Lorenzo chose the former. Through training, his skills increased much, and soon it became obvious that Lorenzo was a clear cut above the rest. The Elites, then, took no time in recruiting him, and that he where he has been ever since.

S k i l l s ▹ Basic hacking and computer skills, and a highly skilled fighter. Lorenzo also has the uncanny ability to use the strangest disguises- and they somehow manage to work!

E x t r a s ▹ None

C r u s h ▹ Well, Ophelia isn't really like that, you know...

M a s t e r▹ Pudding Earl  

[Pudding Earl]

"I'm already trying my best just to live, what else do you possibly expect of me?"

N a m e ▹ Merui Cherri Tyliace

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Meru, Rui Cherri or Cher

A g e ▹ Twenty

G e n d e r ▹ Female

R o l e ▹ Traitor's Ex

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Cher may wear a bright, constant smile, but she's often very hard on herself, never complaining about her lot in life. Possessing an inner fortitude beyond her years, she is more than capable of making decisions on her own, despite what other people may think. She's generally a very understanding person, and knows what to say and when she should say it to cheer a person up. She's also known to be startled quite easily, depending on what you do; jumping up behind her, or throw a spider in her line of sight, just to name a few. Cher has a very hard time hiding her feelings from others, as nearly anyone can tell what she's feeling at any given moment. She can be considered a pacifist, and does not enjoy seeing conflict. Generally quite sweet and calm, she wishes to be on everyone's good sides and tries to avoid petty conflicts whenever possible. She isn't very sensitive to others but she generally tries to look on the bright side of things. Little squabbles don't linger long in her mind, but she may take longer to let go the bigger arguments.

As noted by some others, Cher resembles Eclypse whenever mad or serious, appearing nice at first but can become intimidating in an instant. Cher is capable of holding her own in fights, despite the possibility of having little past experience

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Cher was born one year after her older sister, Eclypse and received a similar lifestyle. In contrast to her sister, however, Cher never became an Agent - she was too softhearted. So they set her aside and kept tabs on her, but otherwise they chose to let her be. After graduating from high school, Eclypse soon disappeared from her life (since she became an Elite), Cher went to college and took up a part time job in a coffee cafe to pay for tuition. It was there she meet Dante, who helped her continue on with life despite the loss of her elder sister.

But eventually, he too turned away to leave her, and after a day or two of moping around in her dorm room, Cher decided to go out for a walk. That was a bad decision, because she got run over by a car. She never knew who the driver was, because Cher fell into a coma and she has not woken up yet.

S k i l l s ▹ Cher has received weapons training and specializes in archery and sniping. As a side "hobby" she enjoys baking and cooking.

E x t r a s ▹ theme // ハロ／ハワユ

C r u s h ▹ ..... [/sighs and looks away]

M a s t e r▹ ll Yuna-Chan ll  

[Pudding Earl]

"It's not a question of can or can't. There are some things in life you just do."

N a m e ▹ Eclypse. Her birth name is Lunari Hybis Tyliace; however, no one knows that though (aside from her sister).

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Eclypse

A g e ▹ Twenty-one.

G e n d e r ▹ Female

R o l e ▹ Elite

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Eclypse is determined, concentrated and independent. Initially, she is a cold and standoffish person to others, often distancing herself from her companions; which stems primarily from her irritation about distancing herself away from her sister, Amebi. Much of her motivation is fueled from what she perceives as failing to properly protect Amebi and wanting to make things right, which leads her to lash out at those she believes are responsible for that and, to a point, Dante, due to his previous relationship with Amebi and his own failure to protect her as he promised. Eclypse's early solution to things that annoy or upset her is to distance herself from them, either emotionally or physically. There are a few times when she attempts to reach out to her companions for help, but refusing to show any signs of weakness, she comes across to them as arrogant. Over time, however, Eclypse does begin to show compassion and trust towards others, and sees the errors in her approach. Her strong independent nature probably originates from her career in the Elites. Eclypse appears as somewhat ruthless and she seems to find it somewhat difficult to trust people.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Eclypse was born to two married agents, and growing up she was groomed to one day become an agent like them. Her life was not at all considered normal, as she went to private schools and received training to one day become an calloused agent like her parents. At first she didn't understand much about how or why her life was the way it was - rarely seeing her parents since they were away on missions (who were eventually killed in action). After a while, her world soon revolved around her little sister, who was also groomed to become an agent, but never fully became one.

After Eclypse became an Elite, she distanced herself even more from her sister to keep her out of harms way, but she still continued to keep an eye on her. She disapproved heavily of Dante, he was a little too shady in her eyes, but she never meet him face to face before. Eclypse had no room to say anything, since she knew that it was her leaving that made Cher reach out to someone else. It was only recently when she learned that Cher was in a hospital, stuck in a coma after a car accident.

S k i l l s ▹ Eclypse has received fighting and weapons training. In fact, the reason she's an Elite is because of her ability and skill to fight. She knows how to use technology, but don't look to her if you want someone to hack into a system for you in under an hour.

E x t r a s ▹ She uses custom made weapons called gunblades.

C r u s h ▹ I'm sorry, what was that? I believe I heard you ask if I could crush your head.

M a s t e r▹ ll Yuna-Chan ll  

[Pudding Earl]

"Somehow, I get the feeling I really don't want…oh well. Orders are orders!"

N a m e ▹ Jacqueline Hsu

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Jackie or Jack

A g e ▹ Twenty-One

G e n d e r ▹ Female

R o l e ▹ Hunter

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Jacqueline is a very honest and loyal girl, often stubborn and earnest in her beliefs. On more than one occasion, people have commented about her unique creativity, since she enjoys coming up with new ideas and investing in the arts. Jackie can be a bit quiet at times and prefers to observe things, taking note of her surroundings and analyzing it carefully. Sometimes she sort of bothers others with her blunt words and insensitive personality. She's very sincere when it comes to feelings and the truth, and she doesn't lie to herself to make her life easier. Jacqueline can be sensitive and perceptive of others' feelings, which is why she avoids telling people things if it only hurts them. However, there are times when Jackie becomes very blunt about her particular feeling towards someone's self-pity, and her words sting a lot then. Although she can perceive others' feelings, she does not always know how to comfort. Despite her inability to give great advice, Jackie always lends a comforting shoulder to cry on when you're in need.

Jacqueline is slightly picky and fastidious about things, making people label her as a perfectionist. She can come across as hard to please sometimes, especially when it comes to things that affect her personally. But despite all that, Jackie is very patient and waits for you to speak. She rarely acts on impulse, preferring to think a little before talking. When she does snap, it's not pretty, and her words can be a little sharper than she intends them to be. Jacqueline never really means the harsh things she tells others - in fact, she'll be walking around in guilt a few minutes later. She likes being independent, rather than relying on others, which in turn makes her shoulder her own problems. Jacqueline hates bothering other people about her own problems, trying to solve them on her own instead. She is prone to keeping secrets to herself. She is not entirely cold-hearted, but time has made her insensitive to those who wear their hearts on their sleeves.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Born and raised in Taiwan, her father was a well-known politician and her mother the everyday housewife. Their little family survived for a while, but with a father so deeply involved in the chaos of running for office, it wasn't late before they ran into tragedy. Starters off, Jack's father had ventured too far and found out something he was not supposed to have known. They killed her mother as a warning. Well, instead of shriveling up and obeying, her father decided that there was nothing left to lose but this one sorry excuse of a daughter, and continued recklessly ahead. It wasn't long before the Intelligence World caught wind of what he was doing and decided that he knew a little too much for his own good. Bam, bam, bam. Three shots. One bullet straight through the skull, one lodged in his arm, another found in his stomach. And he was dead. There was just the problem of his little girl…they had no idea how much she knew.

Here came the next question: to kill her or not?

They decided to kill her, obviously. Who gave a darn that a little brat died? However, the eleven-year-old put up quite a fight, hiding from them the best she could and even going for a gun when they got too close. She honestly had no idea what she was doing – her brain was on automatic, trying to survive. She didn't evade them for more than ten minutes. Well, they were impressed enough by her and decided to put her through training to see if Jack would become a successful Hunter. As an orphan, she had no real ties left, and that seemed good enough. Of course, they "accidently" failed to mention the fact that they were the ones who killed her parents. She grew up a promising figure, despite her slight lack of talent in close combat. Well, she made up for it by being an extremely useful intelligence gatherer and sniper.

S k i l l s ▹ Rather than the usual front line combat, Jack goes for the shadowy work. Spying and intelligence gathering are at the top of her list. When it does come to action and gunfire, she usually can be found at the top of some building with her sniper rifle and picking people off from there. If Jacqueline ever does face direct combat at a close range, she goes for the Czechoslovakian CZ75 she carries with her. She never does too well when it comes to close range battle.

E x t r a s ▹ Jacqueline loves art – in fact, she paints in her spare time. She enjoys photography as well, outside of the usual photos she takes when gathering information. When she was a little girl, Jackie hoped to become an artist, and perhaps go overseas to America to work for Disney or DreamWorks. In fact, Jacqueline's room is designed rather like an art studio. Oh, and she owns a tabby called Hazel. Most violent sweetest cat ever – he'll only claw your eyes out and scratch you until you look like someone ran a rake over you.

C r u s h ▹ She's married to her job. Kidding! Jacqueline's proud of the fact she's asexual and there seems to be an ongoing joke of whether she'll end up like a yeast cell and clone herself… Eh.

M a s t e r▹ Iced_Chocolatte_Coffee  

[Pudding Earl]

"Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope"

N a m e ▹ Eliott Iocca

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Eli

A g e ▹ 23

G e n d e r ▹ Male

R o l e ▹ Traitor's Best Friend

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Shy, a rather extreme introvert. He is a dreamer, but not enough of a dreamer not to notice others. His voice often stutters, and sometimes he just completely freezes up. He solves this by befriending the internet, often staying up late nights on online games. He has a way of turning every and each situation awkward, he doesn't exactly know what's acceptable to notice, and what's not. Not in sexual ways, but more of ways to ask if you've gained weight. He has an explosively creative mind, but no one really gets to ever see that side, as he never opens up to anyone. Reality gets to him, sometimes, and he gets radical mood swings from happiness to depression. He tries his best, but, more often than not, fails. He is more of a follower than a leader, though, wanting to avoid any and all arguments and confrontations. He has his own little world that he retreats to, sometimes, to avoid reality.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ His Mother had run off with his older brother when he was 4, and so Eli was left with his father. His father was a rather scatterbrained and messy guy, who constantly had a job or two going. He couldn't hold a job for longer than a week or two, but he could pick another one up in a day because of his outstanding resume. They moved around a lot, living in a range of places. As Eli grew older, they moved less constantly. He got a job, too, the moment he turned 16. Eli worked at a book shop, but as the digital age took over, he got fired.

He met Dante in a library, around the age of 15. The one that Eli had volunteered shelving books at. Eli had silently watched the boy for a couple weeks, never getting up the courage to talk to him and become friends, though he came dangerously close many times. It didn't have a definite start, but Eli started sitting by Dante, though far across from him. Each day he moved closer, and eventually was at the seat over. Dante saw him, but didn't push him away. Eli had no friends except the librarian. There was something different about him than the other kids that made Eli want to know him. It kind of slowly happened, but through the course of a year or two, they became close. Eli would spout off his crazy ideas and creative dreams, and Dante would listen, unlike the others. And even when things were silent, Eli enjoyed every second of Dante's presence.

Eli didn't have very much of a life outside of Dante, even though they went to different schools. Dante kind of replaced Eli's missing older brother. But after Dante graduated, something changed. Dante had came less and less to the library. Until his visits were once every three months or so. Then once every year. Eli waited every day at that library, the original librarian passed away and Eli became the librarian. When he heard that Dante died, Eli was shattered.

A couple months later, Eli's father died, too. Eli was a bit suspicious, since the authorities said that his Father committed suicide, but his father was completely happy and at peace with life. Possibly the most zen person he knew. Eli went to college, and lived in the library's attic. At college, he got a couple degrees, enough to get a respectable job as an Astronomer. Eli quickly became a leading astronomer, and got his own lab, a huge space full of papers and theorems. His work distracts him, though he still retains a childish wonder with the celestial skies.

S k i l l s ▹ Photographic memory, Blending In // Hiding, Tinkering and Creating Metallic Things

E x t r a s ▹ He is good at hiding // blending in from his years of getting bullied, he became clever and developed a way so that people's eyes kind of just slide over him, even if they are looking specifically for him.

He often collects scrap metal to build them into completely random things, some immensely useful, some not so much

He plays the piano

His song:: Fireflies -- Owl City

C r u s h ▹ There was some girl he had seen once or twice, Abigale Lillita Jovovich

M a s t e r▹ le Doodle  

[Pudding Earl]

"No. The blade is not made to compensate for something."

N a m e ▹ Connor Ronald Kenway

A g e ▹ Twenty-Three

G e n d e r ▹ Male

R o l e ▹ Hunter

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Connor from the day he was born is a natural military man. Loyal to the very end, a fierce combatant, and a cog in a complex machine. But to his comrades he is this and only so. Off the record Connor is the kind of guy who you'd find in the middle of a party not drinking till he hits the ground but rather enjoying life as it is. Before his incident which left him rather scarred and beaten Connor used to take just about everything for granted, he was a much more cocky and way too over confident. Now a days he's much more humble and chooses to live a life that was intended for him and one he intends for himself. But while it may seem alright on one side on the other hand is a rather insecure person. Connor has a few trust issues that he hasn't exactly worked out with well really anybody mainly because he's too afraid to go too deep into that sort of thing, also Connor has never had an easy time killing somebody, even though he wants to live that sort of life (Ironic huh) which has made him a little bit insecure when he's told to do something like murder someone.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Born in the Heartlands of America well Langley Falls to be exact for as long as he could remember Connor has lived under the shadow of a long line of family members who have served their country since WWI. Connor on the other hand didn't want to serve to in the military, in fact he wanted to go into Engineering to become a Civil Engineer. How ever going against his parents wishes Connor was sent to military school when he turned 16. When he graduated from being a Cadet to a Private he was automatically shipped out to fight the war overseas. It was during this time that Connor decided to suck it up to himself and started to try to live the life he was given even though he didn't want it.

How ever not everything went as planned. Connor was caught in a car bombing that left most of him brutally scarred and wounded but still alive by some fate. Connor was to be shipped home promptly but he never even got there. Deemed valuable for his skills in CQC and Bladesmanship he was taken by the government and branded KIA to the rest of the world. He became the precedent to a top secret government project called the Ripper Program, a project whose goal was to develop a cybernetic warrior. As a result of the experiments he was re-outfitted with cybernetic implants and limbs so as to further heighten his skills how ever unlike later models (which ultimately failed) Connor was still able to retain who he was in the process making him the person who he is today.

S k i l l s ▹ Of the rest of the Hunters Connor is the pure Close Quarters Combat warrior of the group. He doesn't use guns, he doesn't use anything that don't require some easy action because that is the way he prefers it for himself. Occasionally he even uses throwing knives to mix into his style of combat so if he did deal with a long range target he would at least challenge himself. Also in his free time Connor has taken up working as a mechanic so he also works with all kinds of cars making him the person to rely on when car troubles are involved.

E x t r a s ▹ Heavens Divide - Donna Burke

C r u s h ▹ Yeah about that hey remember how I said I've got cybernetics in my body well let's just pretend like I'm a robot then alright thanks.

M a s t e r▹ iSnakeeyes  

[Pudding Earl]

"Someone up there must think that all this is funny..."

N a m e ▹ Shuyin Sergei Severinov

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Sergei, S.S.S.//Triple S

A g e ▹ Twenty four

G e n d e r ▹ Male

R o l e ▹ Elite Male

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ On the surface, Sergei is a kind and nice young man, soft-spoken and hardly temperamental, with an infinite amount of smiles to give anyone, even those who don't like him. He's compassionate and doesn't like violence, preferring to talk his way out of a fight rather than use physical force. To everyone who doesn't know him, the real him, he is the epitome of kindness and mercy, a modern day prince. But of course this is all just the surface. In truth, he's a very sly character, and he couldn't care less about what happens to others. He is somewhat twisted, with a slightly sadistic streak, as he takes pleasure in seeings his opponent's misfortune; even more so when he's the one who caused it. Sure, he may not prefer violence either way, but don't underestimate him. Though he may look meek and mild, delve deeper beneath the surface and you'll discover an acidic bite to him that doesn't show up in public. Of course, he may have his real 'nice' moments, but only if you're close to him enough.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Sergei grew up as the only son of a Russian family with roots that came from blue-blooded Bolsheviks. The Severinov family was one of the most high ranking aristocrats in Russian society, with a past that was entwined with the Soviet Union and having an ancestor, Andrei Innokenti Severinov, who had been a leader of the Secret Police who specialized in torture and information extraction. In name, Sergei's status equaled a prince's, but he was unhappy with that. He founded himself obsessed with hacking by the time he was in middle school and that's when his career truly started. At first, it had been nothing but innocent little pranks: on his school, on his teachers, on anyone who had ever whispered behind his back and thought they could get away with insulting him. They had underestimated him, slandered his family's name, and he got his revenge. He humiliated them, drove them all to paranoia and insanity...and he was happy that they had turned out the way he wanted them to. It wasn't long before they found him. They. The ones from the Intelligence World. At first it was all glitz and glamour and Sergei wanted nothing to do with it, sick of having to put up his golden boy mask. But then he realized how deep in darkness this organization truly was, and he became attracted to it; the grisly unpredictable lifestyle, not trusting anyone and tricking others into trusting you only to back stab them later on.

And the rush of adrenaline that came with the hacking.

It was on a totally different level than his childish pranks of his youth. He was able to crack difficult codes, get into places not even top hackers could get into...he fell in love with this line of work. Keeping up his 'prince' mask became a past time, a fun hobby to see how many people would fall for his act. Then it became a duty; no one from the outside could know that gentle, charming, prince-like Sergei Severinov, heir of the infamous Severinov Corporation, was Triple S, one of the Elite hackers of the world who could know anything from the second you were born to the latest time you picked your nose (though that was gross and he would never use hacking to find out something like that). But his life was turned upside down once more when information started to leak. The Elites were targeted, even though Sergei knew no Elite would be stupid enough to do something like that, even though they had no real loyalties. Or, at the very least, no Elite would leave behind such obvious evidence. Now all Sergei wants to do is to find the little rat that has left its' dirty little claw marks all over the part of his life he actually likes and make sure he doesn't do it again, the Andrei Innokenti Severinov way.

S k i l l s ▹ IHacking. He's one of the best there is, able to track anything from anywhere at anytime with any computer, given that he has his hacker flash-drive. He was given the codename slash nickname Virus, because his hacking abilities are like one: silently infiltrating, stealing information, planting false ones, and then sending his opponent a taunting message right after he's successful. His fighting skills can also rival Cyrus's, but he'd rather use them for self defense.

E x t r a s ▹ Though he acts social, truthfully, Sergei hates socializing the most. Because he grew up in a high ranking family, he had to attend social events a lot and therefore grew used to having to pretend.

C r u s h ▹ Ha. That's a good one. Like he's given the luxury of thinking such things when he's trying to keep himself alive. Besides, he doesn't just want any girl, because they just fall for his good looks and never try to find out the real him. He's looking for someone who's willing to overcome the wall around his heart for him and not just a shallow little girl demanding attention he can't give.

M a s t e r▹ Hunter Crawl  

[Pudding Earl]

"Sleeping around is a great way to meet people."

N a m e ▹ Ophelia Rose Harper

N i c k n a m e s ▹ Ophelia, Rose, but Ren can call me anything~ <3

A g e ▹ Twenty-two years young~

G e n d e r ▹ Most certainly female~ Doubt it? C'mere. I'll prove it to you~ <3

R o l e ▹ Lead Hunter

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Ophelia is well aware of her sex appeal. In fact, it the single most important thing to her in this world. She is vain beyond belief, yet this trait does not keep her from getting her hands dirty. As far as she's concerned, she can make anything look good, whether it be a fancy dress or a bucket of mud. Ophelia is proud and although sociable and outgoing, she has a 'holier-than-thou' outlook on everything and everyone. She sits on a particularily high horse, and not much ever brings her down. Generally speaking, she's a happy, carefree person, if not a little.... promiscuious. To say she sleeps around would be an understatement. Ophelia has a new man in her bed on her arm almost every other day. Except in recent times, of course. When it comes to her job, she may treat it like a joke and a drag, but she actually takes it pretty seriously (probably because she thinks it makes her look even cooler, if that's even possible). She's a perfectionist, and doesn't leave any job until it's done. When alone and in private, with the few she does trust wholely and completely, she is actually a little cynical. Her views of the world aren't as bright as her usual mood, or as perky as her bosom. But she is still a truly kind and compassionate person. You know, when she wants to be.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Ophelia has always been privileged. She was raised in a wealthy home with wealthy parents and was always surrounded by beauty. Her parents were loving and caring, and always made time for the precious treasure that was their daughter. They took her almost every where they went. The three were extremely close. It was a happy, if not extravegant life. Ophelia was happy.

They were both brutally murded when she was seventeen. Everything about her life- her wealth, her lifestyle, all of it was gone. She was suddenly thrown out into the world, the harsh, cruel world, with nothing but a few dollars and what she could fit into a suitcase. And her beauty. She was taken in, thankfully, buy another wealthy couple, acquaintances of her parents. They also worked within the Intelligence World. They trained her up, seeing her potential to be a top-notch agent. She was clever, you see, and very quick to pick up on things. They provided her with whatever she needed, and from her, they gained recognition and power.

Sick of living with leeches, Ophelia moved out when she turned nineteen. She got her own little apartment, and kept on with her 'job'. It was when she moved out that she learned of her parents' inheritance. Something had been lost in translation, and it had taken an extra year for the money she was supposed to recieve at eighteen to kick in. Now, she doesn't have to worry about money ever again. Recently, things have been very exciting, as well! A whole new hunt, for the best of the best. It's been stressful, but thankfully Ren has offered Ophelia a much needed outlet for all that stress.

S k i l l s ▹ Does flirting count as a skill? What about being fabulous? No? Well, no one shoots a gun quite as well as Ophelia. Her aim is impeccible, and she can quickly adapt to any sort of weaponry. Her sword skills are sharp, though not as sharp as her shooting ones. She acts as a sort of internal affairs agent- she keeps rogues from causing chaos in the real world. She prefers the term 'peacekeeper', but in reality, Ophelia is a top-notch assassin.

E x t r a s ▹ Despite her vanity, Ophelia hates shopping. She orders most of her clothes online, and keeps them no matter what. She has a whole section of her closest dedicated to the things that didn't work out.

Ophelia can't swim, and has a strong fear of open water.

Since Ophelia's been dating Ren, she hasn't been as 'loose' around other guys. She still flirts a lot, but she hasn't strayed yet.

Ophelia doesn't completely agree with the idea of killing innocent people. The Elites, sure- they were traitors and she dealt with them every day. But these people....

C r u s h ▹ Anything that breathes~ But there is a guy... And he's stuck around for a while now...

M a s t e r▹ Reku1495  

[Pudding Earl]

"Successfully finding ways that don't work."

N a m e ▹ Steven Weldon Okherbloom

N i c k n a m e s ▹ None

A g e ▹ 27

G e n d e r ▹ Male

R o l e ▹ Hunter

P e r s o n a l i t y ▹ Steven is a reserved young man that isn't afraid to mingle in a crowd. Though he'll wear a smile and laugh at all the appropriate times for a joke, the shorter than average man is always focused on work. While he tends to keep his appearance clean and well maintained, his living situation is anything but. When in the company of himself or colleagues the man borders on being a slob; refusing to do dishes, basic cleaning or laundry not needed for the next day. However one would be hard pressed to find anything work related out of order.

B i o g r a p h y ▹ Steven was born to a lower middle class family. His mother worked as a secretary for a shipping company and his father for a catering company. Both adults worked seven days a week to feed their children and avoid each other. The oldest of two children he excelled in both academics and sports, particularly soccer and track. To fill the gaping hole of two parents that he rarely saw and a sister that often blamed him for their absence, Steven took to studying languages. By the end of High School he had mastered English, Spanish, Korean, and Tagalog.

As a joke the boy sent an application to the CIA as well as several colleges his senior year. Due to a series of actually coincidental clerical failures all of the colleges rejected him and the CIA accepted him. While the selection cadre were certain that the teen had no business being there, they figured that he would wash out on his own and therefore did not boot him out on day one. Several months later Steven was standing tall aside Ivy League graduates as one of the newest members of the Agency. His time in the course saw him not only excel in a few areas but also learn to speak Indonesian as well. To everyone's surprise he soon found himself behind a desk in Southeast Asia.

And there he worked for several years bouncing from country to country. The young man became quickly recognized for his ability to run sources effectively. He was especially good as setting up transportation mechanisms for moving personnel and equipment across borders. Such resources resulted in successful captures of threats to national interests by top tier units without notice of the government of that country. Though he did not see much action himself, Steven trained many freedom fighting guerrilla units.

With the recent leaks of information around the world several high end agents were re-tasked to handle the "freelancers". Steven was one such agent. Clerical errors seemed to run his destiny.

S k i l l s ▹ Steven is a small arms expert, ranging from pistols to light machine guns. He excels in managing sources for both information and action. His biggest asset is his master ability to manipulate others.

E x t r a s ▹ Steven has never owned a television. He hates rap music but never misses a chance to hit a club with wild House or Techno. The young man does not drink beer, favoring rum and coke instead.

C r u s h ▹ That chick with the massive rack!

M a s t e r▹ Aruil