Once A Thief

[Lady Kitsune]

You've just been caught!

You didn't like the job, but you took it anyway.  Things go wrong and you get arrested by the police, interpol, FBI...you get the picture.  They shove you into a room with a few other people who are just as pissed and worried as you are.  Except, come to find out, it isn't the authorities.  A woman enters the room and gives you a proposition.  Five years of service doing her dirty work or spend the rest of your life in jail.  Gee lady, the choices suck!  But what the hell, right?  Do a little of this, do a little of that.  You're still doing what you did before and you're still getting paid.  No worries. 

Wrong!  She forgot to mention a few disgruntled ex-team members, bent on revenge against the "Company" and they think you make the perfect target. 

So, welcome to the team......

The Point Man - This guy does team security.  Basically, he shoots the guy who gets in the way. (I prefer this character to be male since he will be the muscle.)
(Shade226 - Zane Fenix)

The Thief - Need a door unlocked, a safe cracked, some art snatched, she's your girl.
(Serena Archer - Lady Kitsune)

The Hacker-  No place on the information super highway is safe from this one.  He/she has knocked on Fort Knox's gate and the NSA hates him.
(Damien Krupps - Spell)

The Transporter - Cars, boats, planes....if it moves this guy/gal can operate it.

(Emerald Anne Dante - Callie Del Noire)

The Competition:

They try to take your jobs out from under you and they want to capture, torture and kill you....
The Leader: Era Everto - Esoteric Myobi
Her 2nd: Pavel Dorogaia - Shihong
Her Specialist: David Janssens - RandomClown
The WizTech: Micki Shayne - Lady Kitsune

 

This would be free form and any violence would rely on the players skill to take a hit realistically.  I am looking for something literate, at least two paragraphs of writing.  It will not be first come first serve.  If I get some interest, I'll post a profile skeleton to be PMed to me and some more details.

[BigBuckBob]

Depending on the posting schedule, I'd be interested in the point man, or psychotic lead bad guy role. [psycho might take a little longer to post, depending on my state of mind.]

[Anathanasia]

I'm interested in learning a little more, at least.

What kind of a posting schedule are you thinking, and which forum would it be under (I'd like an idea of the content to expect)?

If the answers look good to me, I could be into playing The Transporter. :)

[Lady Kitsune]

As far as a posting schedule, I'd like two to three times a week for posting, but at least once a week, minimum is fine.  I can usually post at least every two days, but I understand schedules are different.

I also plan on putting it in NC, just in case.  I want it to be violent and the situations intense.  This would include any sexual interaction.

[Spell]

*Dashes in the thread and claims the hacker character*

[Esoteric Myobi]

Just wanted to express my interest x3 this game sounds like fun. Seeing as how the positions for the team may be filled, I don't mind playing as someone on the competition side or even the psyhotic leader if no one takes it. Will be looking forward to seeing if you post up any more details on the game though ^^

[Callie Del Noire]

Was going to shoot for the Hacker.. but I guess I could do the driver.

Any particular stats/info you need?

[Kane Gunlock]

I'm interested in being the point man is there still room

[Lady Kitsune]

I'm very glad to see all the interest.

Here's a Profile skeleton:

Name:
Nickname:

Age:
Hair/Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Orientation:
Appearance: (Description or image or both)

Skill:
Secondary Skills:
Favorite Weapon:

Personality:
Bio:


This can be used for both sides, but please make a note that if you are the Competition.

Please PM your profiles to me and if I like what I see, I'll ask you to post it here.  I'll post my own character tonight.

Here's some detail on the 'Company'.

Centuratec Corporation is an up and coming world wide security and informations company.  This is a front for the real work that they do.  Able to use the business as a cover to get into any door, both government and corporate, they are renowned for their excellance in espionage, assassination, and procurement of rare items.  This has also garnered them many enemies, including ones thought to have been removed from their employee lists.

Enter the Competition.  Somehow an unknown group has managed to undermine quite a few tasks.  There is no front and they work independently.  They are so secretive, even the best of Centuratec can't find out who they are.  In fact, it is becoming obvious that the unknown group has it out for Centuratec.  Two teams have been decimated by this unknown group, already. 

Centuratec must now put together a team of the elite.  There job will be to work the assignments and either stay alive or take out the Competition.

[Callie Del Noire]

Name: Emerald Anne Dante
Nickname:"Em", "Drifter"

Age: 22
Hair/Eye Color: Black, Hazel (Green Contacts)
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 135
Orientation:  Bi
Appearance: (Description or image or both)

Skill: Driver, qualified on both car and boat. Fixed wing pilot (up to Small Jet), Helicopter (most civilian models). Skilled street racer
Secondary Skills: Mechanic, Breaking and Entering skills, Some electronics skills, Limited demolitions
Favorite Weapon: Colt Delta Elite (10mm pistol)

Personality: Wild child, Adrenaline Junkie are two phrases that fire Em. She likes to drive hard, tinker with anything she can drive, and party hard when the job is done. She'll take any challenge, behind the wheel or on the dance floor and lives to feel the rush of doing something that makes others scream like little girls.
Bio: Born into families obsessed with speed, Emerald grew up hearing tales of her father's bootlegging ancestors doing their part to build a faster car and how they played role in the creation of race driving. She was driving on the family farm by the age of 12 and street racing in a car she had build with her father by 16. On her mother's side she grew up on tales of her samurai ancestors riding stallions and ace pilots during world war 2.
A charge of race fixing got her banned from the racing profession for life, and she's been a street racer and 'transporter' ever since. She works out of the family farm (which she owns though a shell company) in the woods outside of Fayetteville, NC.

[Lady Kitsune]

Love it, Callie.  *grins*

Name: Serena Archer
Nickname: Seri, "Sagittarius"

Age: 25
Hair/Eye Color: Dark brown/ Green
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 118
Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance:

Skill: B&E and Safe cracker
Secondary Skills: Grifting and weapons proficient.
Favorite Weapon: Matching pearl handled 1911's

Personality: Smart, smart-mouthed and loves expensive things, but don't judge a girl by her Prada.  Serena will come at you smiling and continue to smile while she's kicking your ass or putting a bullet into it.  She's used to people thinking she's just another pretty face with a credit card but that's the persona she likes people to think.  Who's going to believe that she has something nefarious in mind when she looks like she'd be upset over a broken nail.  Drop the act, and she's no nonsense and kind of cold.

Bio:  Once upon a time a hitman married a jewel thief and they had a little princess.  The princess grew up and learned all the things her wise parents had to teach.  And one day, bad things happened.

At the age of sixteen, Serena's happy world came to an end when her father and mother were brutally murdered.  If she had been home instead of out partying, she would have been dead, but she doesn't see it that way.  She feels guilt, thinking she could have saved them. 
Not wanting to burden what family she did have left, she went to see Uncle Antoli who used her skills, but mostly for killing.  For three years, she killed on orders for the crime boss, and then one day, she was washing her hands and the blood wouldn't come off.  She gave up on being an assassin and went into a life of independent thievery.  Stealing jewelry and cash was so much simpler, so she thought.

[Callie Del Noire]

I see Em as the type with a barn full of street racers, a few 'special' cars for certain jobs and a phone list full of chop shops and car rings though out the country. (Not to mention every Car guide known to man as well as a closet full of alarm and lock tools)

IE.. her life and belongings would be evidence enough to send her up the river easily. :D

[Lady Kitsune]

*Is now thinking about an awsome chase scene for Callie, like in 'Bullet', Steve McQueen style*

The spots are filling up nicely.

Just need a few more and I can get us started.

[Callie Del Noire]

*Is now thinking about an awsome chase scene for Callie, like in 'Bullet', Steve McQueen style*

The spots are filling up nicely.

Just need a few more and I can get us started.

Don't forget some of the stuff out of Blues Brothers, Ronin, The new Bourne Movies, and Gone in 60 seconds.

[Shade]

This is for the Point Man

Name: Zane Fenix
Nickname: Shade

Age: 25
Hair/Eye Color:
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 192 lbs.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: White skin, grey-blue eyes, short, dark blond hair, it almost looks brown. Has toned muscles that aren't overly bulky.

Skill: Weapons combat, Hand-to-hand combat
Secondary Skills: Improvising, battle tactics
Favorite Weapon: SCAR-H Assault Rifle
Personality: Calm and collected, rarely shows emotion around people, unless you get him really pissed off. Has a bit of a soft spot for the ladies, though.
Bio: Went straight into the military once he turned 18. After displaying incredible skill, he was assigned to a special squad whose existence was known only to the  President of the United States and a select few. During a mission, he was abandoned by his supposed teammates. After that, he went rogue, and hunted down the squad that had abandoned him. Strangely, he didn't kill them. He only left a scar on each them, so they would never forget how they wronged him. Zane became a mercenary after that, taking on only jobs he saw as a challenge.

[Esoteric Myobi]

Still missing a few things here and there, and I wasn't sure if my skills/weapons/etc would pass >.>; So here it is x.x; Will finish/fix it later...must get going to make some cheesecake =)

Name: Evangeline Vandercliff
Nickname: Era Everto

Age: 28
Hair/Eye Color:
Height: 5'1" though she is forever sporting 4" high heels and thus her height is actually 5'5"...yup, you guessed it...she's got short person issues...
Weight: 120 lbs
Orientation: Bisexual

Skill: Silver-tongued, Tactics, Quick Wits
Secondary Skills: Proficient with bladed weapons, knows enough about others to handle them amateurishly
Favorite Weapon: Sais, Throwing Knives

Personality: A complete control freak, she is prone to violent outbursts when things aren't done to her exact specifications. She feels that it is her duty to turn the world around, to put it into order compared to the mess it is today. A free country? Psh! Which masochistic idiot came up with that?! People don't need to think! They just need to obey what they're told to do!

Era, as she had long thrown away the name of Evangeline, is completely [in]sane. At first glance she seems to be nothing more than an ordinary woman, some may even refer to her as refined even. Though at the smallest error or offense her true colors show and some had never been able to tell the tale afterwards. The few lucky enough to escape with a few gouges and still with a limb or two intact tend to seclude themselves from society and end as a blubbering mess.

She certainly isn't lacking in intelligence, though sharp wits mixed with her warped mindset only make her that much more dangerous. Running her organization, however small it may be at the moment, with an iron fist...almost Nazi-like if it had to be described...she expects nothing less than perfection and anything less than perfection is immediately disposed of. There wasn't enough time in the world to deal with lowlifes who can't even manage to pull off a simple assassination.

Her goals are always lofty if not altogether impossible but she continues to strive relentlessly to achieve them one tiny step at a time. Occasionally when things are progressing much too slowly for her liking drastic measures must be taken and to Era the sky is the limit.

Bio: Growing up, Evangeline was surrounded by wealth and pomp. Her parents were social butterflies and constantly flitted about from one event to another. Many times making plans and always accepting or agreeing to attend yet another event which just so happened to coincide. It was a living nightmare. Constantly going from place to place, never knowing where they would be going next. She soon grew to hate their unorganized lifestyle and soon after this realization and utter distaste set in, she began to quickly drift away. Isolating herself from her wayward parents, (they just never seemed to learn much less appreciate the security of knowing what to do, when to do it, and where) the disdain she felt towards the couple grew with each passing day.

Never worrying about a lack of money, she was sent to the most esteemed schools but was never able to quite fit in. Although beautiful, she was harsh and cold and soon found a different kind of escape. One that few, if any, knew about and those who stumbled upon it became her next victim...er...toy. To be able to control was a sensation she just couldn't get enough of. It was no longer just setting her schedule just right, or having every single piece of furniture placed in a certain spot. It had grown to something more where she expected her every demand to be followed by whomever happens to hear it. Though it wasn't until she experienced the feel of a sharp blade slicing through...oh...nothing special...dirt, cloth, little animals, flesh?...that she truly felt a thrill. But this is a whole other story to be told some other time.

As the years went by, the difference between herself and her parents could not be clearer. While she looked like a svelte and genteel woman as expected from her upbringing, her personality was the exact opposite. She was quiet and withdrawn, slow to trust and quick to hate, a short temper with a sharp tongue to boot, it was all she could do to withhold herself from taking blade to throat. On the other hand, her parents were bubbly and friendly to all, gullible and naive, much too trusting and just fools in general. Unable to think for themselves, their family would have gone to ruins if Evangeline had not stepped in to handle the finances and business in general. So much for parents born with a silver spoon in their mouths, never a thought passing by empty minds except what to wear and which party to attend next.

Eventually fed up, she set a small portion of the vast fortune aside and dedicated it to her parents and 'disappeared'. Taking on the alias of Era Everto (Lady Demon), she began to put her fortune to use. Money truly does wonders and Era quickly came to realize that working by the law was just a pain in the ass. Better to work from the shadows and take over from there...then she'll make her own damn set of laws and see how the jackasses like it! Although tiny at the moment, mostly due to her inability to find someone fitting her tastes and expectations, her reach is long due to whispered promises of limitless wealth.

[Kane Gunlock]

Name:Chuck
Nickname:reaper

Age: 27
Hair/Eye Color:Green mohawk, Red eyes
Height:5'10
Weight:200 Lbs
Orientation:heterosexual
Appearance: tall staky man,

Skill:Cannabis grower
Secondary Skills:weapon craft
Favorite Weapon: Light and heavy Machine gun's

Personality:keeps to him self
Bio:after serving in the army as a ranger chuck, went into the crimanal underground as a weed supplpier finding it the least morally compromising he had a pretty good racket going tell a rival tried to rub him out by destroying his product and killing most of his men ,after this he left the game all together .

[Le RandomBloke]

Colour me interested, though I do have to ask, what exactly did you have in mind for the "specialist"?

[KoH]

I'm also interested in the Specialist role, but, I can do anything else.

EDIT: Seems there aren't any other spaces. Ah well... I'll be on my way. Sorry.

[Lady Kitsune]

For the Specialist spot, I do not think this position is not for the squeamish.  I think this spot is basically Era Everto's torturer, killer, and evil pal. 

So if any are interested, that's what I had in mind.


Note: I will probably have a thread open by tomorrow.

[Callie Del Noire]

For the Specialist spot, I do not think this position is not for the squeamish.  I think this spot is basically Era Everto's torturer, killer, and evil pal. 

So if any are interested, that's what I had in mind.


Note: I will probably have a thread open by tomorrow.

So.. former VP Dick Cheney? ;-D

[Le RandomBloke]

I think this spot is basically Era Everto's torturer, killer, and evil pal.

Fantastic, I have a crystal clear idea of what type of character I'd want. No objections to it being a him and a complete psycho then?

Just let me know if you'd want to see the description or such from the character, wouldn't want to force my way into this thread :P

[Esoteric Myobi]

I get a torture buddy? =D Suh-weet~!

-giggles-

By the way, Lady Kitsune, can I assume that my profile is okay so far? I just need to think of what I want her to look like then I'm done =x

[Lady Kitsune]

Era is fabulous.  Can't wait to go up against her.  XD

[Le RandomBloke]

Appearance:



Name: David Janssens
Nickname: Silent Storm

Age: 34
Hair/Eye Color: Brown hair/Blue eyes
Height: 6'
Weight: 168 lbs
Orientation: Heterosexual


Skill: Marksman, torturer.
Secondary Skills: Psychology. (Limited)
Favorite Weapon: Silenced Five-seveN (5.7mm), Corkscrew

Personality:

Sadistic, calm and intelligent with a complete lack of morals to boot. David is a man rarely seen losing his temper. Rather than talking, he lets his actions do the talking for him. Undying loyalty to those he deems worthy of his respect. Very efficient and punctual.

Bio:

Born in the United Kingdoms and raised by an average family, David was a seemingly normal kid like any other. Though at a young age he showed alarming sadistic tendencies towards animals. Treated as just a 'phase' parents and teachers alike seemed to be convinced that as he would grow older, these urges would dissapear. Though the only thing that changed, was that David was able to hide his 'experiments' better. Boredom always seemed to overwhelm him, going from mice to cats, from cats to dogs and so on. Though as his variety of 'subjects' grew, so did his interests and methods.

Ironically, after an easy few years of study at the police academy, David successfully managed to work his towards becoming a police officer, where he learned how to handle a gun and how to handle certain types of people. His position as an officer didn't last long after a few cases of questionable judgement and violence. Rather than staying in his country, he left his country in an attempt to 'broaden his horizon'.

Reading many books about human psychology and medieval torture tactics, he soon found himself fascinated in the many ways you could kill a human being. In the years to come this unknown man would quickly climb his way up the criminal ladder making a name for himself as "Silent Storm." A notorious killer known only through the terrible state he leaves his victims behind.

Up to this day no more information is known about him, how he looks like, who he is working for. Only a lot of rumours, helping him further in keeping his identity a completely mystery. Impossible to contact by any (other) big players in the criminal world, Silent Storm is now considered to be nothing more than a myth.

[Lady Kitsune]

Nice Random.  I like your character alot.
In fact everbody has great characters.


I noticed that the game is lacking females so I created one more to round out the competition.

The WizTech is the Competition's resident hacker/gadget girl.

So.. former VP Dick Cheney? ;-D

That's....too scary, Callie.   

[Le RandomBloke]

Nice Random.  I like your character alot.

You only say that because it contains a picture of Edward Norton! (Not that I can blame you though :>)

[Callie Del Noire]

Yeah. got to love that 'I'm evil if I want to be' 'tude he's puttingout

[Lady Kitsune]

You only say that because it contains a picture of Edward Norton! (Not that I can blame you though :>)

I read the profile! I swear!  *is still looking at Edward Norton longingly*

Hehe.

Okay, I have a few things to square and some PM's, and such to take care of.  The threads are up and I will unlock them hopefully for play by tomorrow afternoon.  We should have enough people to at least begin.  If there are any final questions, let me know.  If you would like to collaborate with a fellow player, that's cool, but please notify me if it may affect the main story.

For those of you on the Elite Team, Your first post begins with everyone being thrown together, so if you want to throw in your 'I got caught story', that's a good place to start.

[Spell]

Name: Damien Krupps

Nickname: D, Hacker

Age: 19

Hair/Eye Color: Dark Blonde/ Blue

Height: 6'2''

Weight: 150 Pounds

Orientation:Heterosexual

Skill: Hacker/Computer Wiz

Secondary Skills: Electronic Systems, Coercion/Limited Psychology

Favorite Weapon: Taser, Both in Stun Gun form and Shock Prod

Personality: Damien has a playful, laid-back personality, seeing each hack and each barrier as another puzzle to solve. Despite his playfulness he is a downright pessimist and always has to see the negative sides of things, even when things are going well Damien is the type of guy who will say it will probably go wrong a few minutes later. Because of the pessimism he also is somewhat cautious, and rational. He always tries to think before he acts, and not the other way around, though of course in the right situation this can be easily twisted around. Damien loves to see things going according to plan, andwhen it doesn't he isn't shy to show off his pessimism.

Bio: Damien is the son of a not so very special couple. Father being at work for days and mother having better things to do then watch over her son, Damien quickly turned to the wonders that was the internet for entertainment. Even then, the internet bored him rather quickly, with it's restrictions, and bounds. Wanting to break that boredom he learnt how to get into places he where he shouldn't be on the internet, and derived great joy from this. Though there was always more then a simply e-mail address here or an admin password there, Damien's goals grew with the day, as he eventually managed to successfully hack into government files, which was where the bigger fun would begin. Being quietly worshiped by others hackers on anonymous boards,  his parents had no idea that their son was the hacker ''Videl' which managed to nab files from the Pentagon

[Lady Kitsune]

I've unlocked the threads so if you want to post, go ahead.  When I think everyone is settled I'm going to create a Job thread.  This is the place where the action will take place most often and the teams will cross paths.  If anyone thinks it's a good idea, I'll create an OOC thread as well.

I have quite a few ideas in store, but I always welcome ideas.  This is everyone's game as well.

[absinthe]

mind if i take the wiztech? I'm new here, but I can take instructions and I like to write... I'm not new to roleplaying.  So if you'll have me... I'm working on a bio now, I can get it up asap.

[Callie Del Noire]

I've unlocked the threads so if you want to post, go ahead.  When I think everyone is settled I'm going to create a Job thread.  This is the place where the action will take place most often and the teams will cross paths.  If anyone thinks it's a good idea, I'll create an OOC thread as well.

I have quite a few ideas in store, but I always welcome ideas.  This is everyone's game as well.

Where are these threads.

[absinthe]

Name: Julia Knowles
Nickname: J.K., Jake

Age: 22
Hair/Eye Color: Short red hair, blue eyes
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 135
Orientation: bisexual, but announces herself as lesbian.
Appearance:


Skill: She can make anything.  Like a high maintenance MacGyver who will try and kill you if you ask her to make something out of a potato and a matchstick.

Secondary Skills: Growing up with a sub-machine gun carrying bodyguard as a playmate, she knows how to aim to kill and pull a trigger without flinching. 
Favorite Weapon: Her tongue.  She'll settle with an AUG if that fails, however. 

Personality and Bio: Prodigial love child of a drug lord and an american professor caught studying tropical ecology in Colombia, Julia grew up as a dual citizen between South America and New York.  Always privately tutored, Julia finished her highschool education by fifteen.  Midway through the first year of her undergraduate career, finding the stagnant pace excruciating and her lack of 'people' skills painful, she decided to make her own fun.  She began with taking things apart and putting them back together, then fixing things, then making things, finally designing things.  By eighteen she had been arrested twice, secured her fourteenth patent, and had moved back to live with her father in Brazil after being expelled.  She was offered a job by Centuratec but declined, preferring to freelance.  That is, until she was offered a deal simply too fun to refuse.

She refuses to work in the basement.. too cliche.  Her workroom is an entire floor below her own penthouse in the headquarters building. 

She's sharp, witty, and mischievous.  There is a child in her that never quite grew up: life is one big game

[Lady Kitsune]

DoH!!!

Forgive me, I forgot the painfully obvious.  Here are your links:

Elite Team

The Competition

[Shade]

DoH!!!

Forgive me, I forgot the painfully obvious.  Her are your links:

Elite Team

The Competition

so, do you want us to post our "how i got captured" stories in there?

[Lady Kitsune]

That's fine.  I was thinking like, something of what led you to be thrown in the room.  I'm going to post sometime as well, but I keep backlogging myself.  Grrr.

[Shade]

ok. i'll get right on it :)

[Le RandomBloke]

I myself will get my first post on there soon-ish! Fret not!

[Famine]

Is this still recruiting? all the spots seem to be filled. . .

[Esoteric Myobi]

I'm just wondering but, is BigBuckBob still in this game? =x

[BigBuckBob]

I'm a bit confused on that myself.

[Callie Del Noire]

I'm a bit confused on that myself.

You're listed as the 'Evil 2nd in command.' :"D

[Esoteric Myobi]

I was just wondering where his profile was since I wanted to get a feel for all the characters on the competition side before I posted ^^; and especially since he's my second so I figured must be an important character x3

[BigBuckBob]

[Worked out what I was confused about.]

Name: Richard Canon
Nickname: Canon

Age: 32
Hair/Eye Color: Brown/Blue
Height: 6 ft even
Weight: 180
Orientation: Straight
Appearance: (Description or image or both)

Skill: Planning
Secondary Skills: Thief, safecracker
Favorite Weapon: His mind.

Personality: Cold, calculating, vindictive, sadistic.
Bio:
His past is a relative secret. however it is known that he hates the company. He is willing to do whatever it takes to bring down the organization and anyone who works for it. Anyone that survives on his team long enough, is smart enough not to ask why. Anyone on the other team that might happen to survive, could just as easily contribute it to his deranged mind as to anything else. On the surface, he is the number two man, but he isn't one to back down if he disagrees with the boss.

[Callie Del Noire]

Hmm.. if I was the rivals.. I think of a couple ways to turn the tables on the company. :D Most of them involving helping out the 'recruits'. :D

[Le RandomBloke]

Hmm.. if I was the rivals.. I think of a couple ways to turn the tables on the company. :D Most of them involving helping out the 'recruits'. :D

Aww, helping? :( Where's the fun in that? :P

[Callie Del Noire]

Aww, helping? :( Where's the fun in that? :P

No.. recruiting. :D

[Lady Kitsune]

Hmmm, almost want to get caught.

I have a second character, but she was a necessity, I mean, whose gonna give out assignments?

I'll post her full profile when I get the chance.

And BigBuckBob, sorry if that was my fault.  *blushes*

[BigBuckBob]

I blame clown and a faulty link in the profile  I sent you.

[Le RandomBloke]

I'm used to being blamed; fair enough :P

[Callie Del Noire]

Zane took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He couldn't do anything here. He'd have to be patient, and wait for his chance. He took a look at the contract that he was supposed to sign. Nothing suspicious about it. Glancing up at Nina, he saw her smiling smugly, knowing that she was in full control of the situation. First chance he got, she was a dead woman.

DAmn.. did Emerald call it or what?! LOL

[Shade]

DAmn.. did Emerald call it or what?! LOL

lol pretty much, but we'll have to see how things play out

[Callie Del Noire]

lol pretty much, but we'll have to see how things play out

Yup..she's going to be having breakfast someday on her patio in a high price real estate development. She reaches for her OJ, and tips over with a hole in her head the side of pencil on side and the size of a tennis ball on the other. Three seconds later, the report of a rifle.

By the time the cops get there.. He's deep into the long grass and the next time anyone sees him its' in some banana republic with no understanding of the word 'extradition.'

[Shade]

Yup..she's going to be having breakfast someday on her patio in a high price real estate development. She reaches for her OJ, and tips over with a hole in her head the side of pencil on side and the size of a tennis ball on the other. Three seconds later, the report of a rifle.

By the time the cops get there.. He's deep into the long grass and the next time anyone sees him its' in some banana republic with no understanding of the word 'extradition.'

xD I like it

[Callie Del Noire]

Just remember the guy with the black eye.. He's EMERALD's.. like she said one day when he's driving home.. She's the bitch in the Peterbuilt.. :D

The folks I feel sorry for are the folks who have to monitor the Hacker.. :D

The tricks he could do to them should be fun.

[Shade]

don't worry, right now, Zane's just interested in getting back at the bitch who's putting him on a leash lol. and yeah, I think Damien, or 'Videl' is going to have some real fun with them xD

[Callie Del Noire]

Let's see...

-Looping 'They might be Giants' into the bugs.. all hours of the day and night (Particle Man for one..)
-ID theft and the fun there from.. Posting hot steamy "Looking for vicious domninating men to hurt me' ads..

ect..

[Spell]

Damien is indeed going to have alot of fun with tampering systems, wheeee!

[Callie Del Noire]

Damien is indeed going to have alot of fun with tampering systems, wheeee!

I can just see it..

Some tech's room in the neighborhood.

"Think he found the feeds again?" The techs looked at the screen of asian barf porn on the screen. The other tech looks to the one who just spoke.

"You think?!"

"I don't know if I hate him or am in awe of him. I mean, it's a sealed system..."

[Shade]

roflmao very nice

[Callie Del Noire]

roflmao very nice

Yeah.. I was reading a book a while back.. 'Pizza Delivery' was a term for tricks of the trade ops would do to their targets.. call in 40 pizza orders, sign them up to fetish mailing lists, ect.

This was an old book.. pre-internet.

[Shade]

lol pre-internet? i can't even remember those days...

[Callie Del Noire]

lol pre-internet? i can't even remember those days...

Whipper Snapper.. I remember WWIV net at 300 baud!

[Shade]

Whipper Snapper.. I remember WWIV net at 300 baud!

has no idea what you're talking about  ^^;

[Callie Del Noire]

has no idea what you're talking about  ^^;

EXACTLY. :D

[Shade]

lol oh well. guess that's what i get for being a young whipper snapper :P

[Callie Del Noire]

lol oh well. guess that's what i get for being a young whipper snapper :P

WWIV was an old dial up BBS program.. you'd log on using your computer and a modem, then your email would be stored and sent to the next WWIV board in the direction of whomever you you were emailing. (Several days for cross country was considered FAST!)

[Shade]

WWIV was an old dial up BBS program.. you'd log on using your computer and a modem, then your email would be stored and sent to the next WWIV board in the direction of whomever you you were emailing. (Several days for cross country was considered FAST!)

o.o wow...

[Callie Del Noire]

o.o wow...

Yeah we'd play games like Tradewars or such on it. A friend set one up and he'd set it to dial out at around 1 am to send mail packets to the local hub.. we ran a Cyberpunk 2020 game and a Call of Cthulhu game on it

[Shade]

lol wow. and i thought dial-up was slow...

[Callie Del Noire]

lol wow. and i thought dial-up was slow...

It is.. just remember it was SLOWER.. once upon a time 56,000 baud would have been a myth..we suffered though 300 baud an LIKED it.. none of the Megabits per SEcond stuff.. youngin!

:-P

[Shade]

lol i can't wait for the day when it becomes standard to be able to download gigs per second... ;D

[Lady Kitsune]

I'm gonna make an OOC thread for our game.

And I should have the first job up by this weekend.

I wanted to let everyone know, that I've read all posts and I find them most excellant.

Good Times!

[Callie Del Noire]

I wanted to let everyone know, that I've read all posts and I find them most excellant.

Good Times!

GNARLY DUDE!!! Rock On!!

[Shade]

sounds great. can't wait to see what the first job will be ;D

[Lady Kitsune]

So I have a few openings and if any would like to play, let me know.

I am looking for a Second in Command and a Wiztech for the Competition who are the bad guys...er, loosely speaking.

The story isn't to far along so integrating or ignoring some posts will be okay.

So, who will draw the ace and play a game of cat and mouse?

[Crovonovin]

Myobi just sent me an invitation, and I would absolutely love to fill the Second-in-Command position!  I'm sending her some details now, as it involves past interactions with her character.  When I have things straightened out I'll send you a message with my sheet for approval!

[Esoteric Myobi]

-squees and jumps around giddily-

Hurray~!! Is it just me or is the Competition starting to look more lethal?

[Lady Kitsune]

Whoohoo!

Welcome Shihong!

Is starting to get a bit worried for the Elite.  Gonna have to up my badassness.

[Crovonovin]

Here it comes, brace for impact!  I hope my description of their initial encounter is alright with you, Myobi!

Name: Pavel Dorogaia
Nickname: Rромадный (Mammoth)

Age: 34
Hair/Eye Color: Dark Brown / Ice Blue
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 238lbs
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:

The Russian "Mammoth" certainly lives up to his namesake, standing at nearly seven feet and sporting enough meat and muscle on his bones to put most men to shame.  Though his face is mostly untouched, barring a few minor scars, the rest of his body is a tapestry of old wounds.  The man's thick hide has clearly saved him on more than one occasion, though it's certainly come out the worse for wear because of it.  What must be hundreds of similar shallow knife wounds adorn nearly every inch of his chest, back, and abdomen, though curiously enough they come to a jarringly sudden stop just beneath his collarbone (as if the attacker couldn't quite reach any higher than that).  Beneath them lie the occasional burn scar or telltale signs of shrapnel from far older days.

Primary Skills: *Sniping and Reconnaissance
Secondary Skills: Boxing, Judo, Karate, *Knife-Fighting, Sabotage (Explosives), Infiltration, Tactics, Survival, and a wide knowledge of weapons and vehicles.  In so many words, all the basics of a Spetsnaz Operative
Favorite Weapon: Barrett M107 Sniper Rifle
Secondary Rifle: Barrett XM-109 25mm. Rifle (For blowing massive holes through just about anything)
Close Combat Weapon: Ballistic Knife

Personality:

Pavel is the very definition of the "strong silent type", wasting very few words and preferring to let his face or his actions do the talking for him.  He isn't shy by any means, but has encountered far too many people in the past that could talk for hours and say absolutely nothing of consequence.  As a sniper he is used to the silence, though he never lets his guard down for an instant.  He knows full well that he makes for a conveniently large target, and has adopted a subtle manner of walking and maneuvering about spaces that makes it difficult for potential shooters to get a clear shot.  Unless he happens to be at Era's side, in which case he will deliberately put himself between her and the likeliest locations of a sniper's nest.  This is particularly noticeable whenever she goes anywhere near a window, which makes him visibly agitated.

His line of work requires him to be entirely detached, lest he lose his resolve in the middle of lining up a shot.  But Pavel is not a cold man, and he has devoted to memory the faces of every single man, woman, or child that has wound up on the other end of his scope.  He remembers every shot flawlessly, down to the physical sensation of the kill, suggesting that he has an extremely sensitive photographic memory.  Speaking of the past seems to wear down upon him heavily, his voice exhausted and bitter.  The present suits him more, and he prefers to focus on the moment rather than lose himself to the past.

For all the lives he has taken, at his heart he is a compassionate and moral human being.  He does what he has to in order to survive, even if that means killing others, but he does not enjoy it in the slightest.  Pavel does not torture or harm others indiscriminately unless absolutely necessary, and is constantly at odds with Era and David's cruel methods.  But his loyalty to Evangeline is absolute, and though he does his best to reign in her violent tendencies, he will ultimately follow her into the very depths of hell.


Bio:

Born to hardy Russian stock in 1976, Pavel's mother could not possibly have guessed the irony of his name (meaning Small).  His family was not well off, his father a factory worker with a violent cough and his mother far too sickly to perform any physically taxing work.  The boy grew surprisingly quickly, but for all his hardiness he remained lost in his own little world; even when he joined his father's side he had an unfortunate habit of losing focus and making mistakes.  His younger years were largely a blur, and though the world was in an age of tension and paranoia he did not concern himself with current events. 

Only one person seemed capable of needling their way in through the iron bubble that Pavel had erected around himself, a young woman named Tania.  She was remarkably stubborn, even bull-headed at times, and from the moment they met she refused to let him continue his solitary, introverted lifestyle.  The girl often ambushed him immediately after a long day of work, dragging the exhausted lad through sun or snow to a hill where they could watch the sky and talk or stay silent as they pleased.  As Pavel grew taller and more ungainly he became all the more dependent on his friend for company, who never seemed to notice his abnormal height and, on more than one occasion, pelted rocks at the other boys that treated him as some sort of freak.

As adolescence set in, it became increasingly apparent that he was far from a freak.  He had matured quickly into a handsome and sturdy young teenager while the other boys had become pockmarked or fat, and more than a few girls began to pay him a great deal of attention at school.  He seemed absolutely blind to them, as beautiful as some of them were.  Tania had blossomed into a fine young lady herself, and it became increasingly difficult to hide his newfound affections for her.  She had become all the more blunt over the years, strong and proud and with a wide grin that she used on the other girls whenever they came near to scare them off.  Most men would look at such a girl, dressing like a man and acting as one as well, and dismiss her immediately.  But Pavel was not most men.

The collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991 brought with it a host of ethnic, religious, and political conflicts that would soon tear many of the newly formed nations apart at the seams.  This event coincided with the death of Pavel's mother, who after nearly two decades of failing health finally succumbed to her illness.  This tragedy consumed the boy with grief, though it had eaten away at him over the years to watch her wither away.  All his muscle and strength seemed meaningless, for it had been unable to save her life. 

But the world wouldn't wait for the death of a single old woman, and suddenly he was forced to confront the fact that he had become a stranger in his own homeland.  Hostilities began to mount between Russia and Chechnya, Pavel's birthplace, finally reaching their peak in 1993 when the country declared its independence from Moscow and became the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria.  Non-Chechen's began to leave in droves as reports of violent discrimination became increasingly common, but Pavel's father was adamant in remaining exactly where he was.  He refused to leave the place where his wife was buried and to abandon the factory at which he and his family had worked for generations.  Unfortunately, it would soon become apparent that he would no longer have a choice in the matter.  Less than a month after the declaration, Pavel's father was attacked killed on his way home from work.  Among the murderers were the neighbors that his family had lived beside for decades.  Distraught and maddened by the news, the man broke his way into their home that very night and viciously beat its occupants to death in a blind rage before gathering what he could from his family's coffers and fleeing.

Before leaving the country he met with Tania one last time, beneath familiar stars.  He begged for her to come with him, only to have his heart sink into his stomach as he realized the futility of the gesture; she was a native Chechen herself, and traveling to Russia would only place her in greater danger.  Their words became heated, and though the man was not prejudiced by any means, the loss of his father brought him to utter foul and hateful things.  He struck her, and such was the look of pain betrayal in her eyes that he ran from the hilltop and never looked back.

Determined to put his body to good use and tired of feeling useless and disconnected from the world at large, Pavel enlisted in the Spetsnaz despite knowing full well that he would likely be sent to fight against his former country.  His first-hand knowledge of the geography made him a valuable commodity, as did his obvious physical prowess.  His determination was unmatched, and he excelled spectacularly.  It was as though he had been sleeping all his life until that very moment, forced to awaken under the weight of tragedy and an intense desire to do something important with his own two hands. 

When the war exploded things did not go according to plan.  The Chechen air force was decimated, but the initial land-based assault quickly became a disaster.  Hundreds of soldiers resigned or refused to take part in the invasion, and those that remained were completely unprepared and ignorant of why they were being sent in the first place.  Pavel's ability to navigate the terrain was apparently a rare skill, and the forward ranks were rife with disorganization, self-sabotage, and dereliction of duty. 

Grozny became a bloodbath, with over 50,000 men, women, and children slaughtered within the first few weeks.  All of this Pavel saw first-hand, shaking him to his core and further disillusioning him.  This war was completely unlike anything he or anyone else could have possibly predicted, an out and out butchery that would permanently stain the hands of all who participated.  The fall of Grozny was only the beginning, as Russian forces spread out over the lowlands and mountains, ruthlessly capturing territory and massacring civilians without pause.  Though most of the Republic was taken with little effort, the ensuing Guerilla campaign would show Palev the true depravity of war.

Desperation.  This is what he witnessed during the months in the faces of the Chechen Separatists.  Improvised explosives, booby traps; every weapon that human ingenuity could invent and bring to bear with limited resources found its way into their hands.  Anything to win.  Anything to survive.  Anything for independence.  He still remembers the first time his finger hesitated on the trigger.  The forced expression of determination on the face of a child no older than eleven as he trained an assault rifle on Russian soldiers, the primal fear welling up in the boy's eyes.  Hesitation...the report of his rifle...then nothing.  For the remainder of the war he can only recall one other time that he felt such hesitation.  Just one time.  But of that, he tells no one.

He does not dwell on that war, though it defined the soldier and the man that he would become.  Twenty-one years old by the end, it somehow felt as though it had lasted far longer than the 19 years of life he had lived before it.  But he would not allow the experience to break him.  He would not wither and die as his mother had.  If he went to his grave it would be on his feet, standing tall before his enemies and piercing them with an unwavering gaze.  Such was his resolve to continue his training.  He had nothing left, and so devoted himself to the country that gave him some measure of self-worth, though he harbored a simmering disgust for Russia's handling of the conflict. 

But fate would not allow him to escape the past, and in 1999 the second Chechyan War erupted.  To him it was merely a continuation, the brief peace nothing more than a shallow breath before diving once more into the putrid mire of bloodshed.  Destruction, civilian casualties, guerilla attacks, terrorism, bombardment, insurgents, suicide bombing; killing, killing, and more killing.  It became preferable to view everything through a lens.  Everything seemed farther away, though there was never a moment when his life wasn't in immediate danger.  It was mindless and unending.  Another four years passed, and though Chechya again came under Russian rule the fighting continued.  The killing continued.  But Pavel would not, and in 2002 he deserted both his unit and the country that seemed determined to keep him stationed in the land that had birthed him.

The next few years he spent as a hired assassin, putting his skills to good use killing clearly defined targets and building up a respectable income.  It was still killing, but now he spent most of his time blowing off the heads of fancy looking men in crisp black suits that looked as though they deserved it, rather than grime-covered children with guns too big for their hands.  It wasn't until a particularly fateful encounter with a singularly dangerous woman that he found a new purpose.

The target had aroused some skepticism at first; a woman barely over five feet that apparently had a trail of corpses behind her several miles long.  Purportedly ruthless, skilled, and completely insane, she'd built up quite a few enemies in a very short amount of time.  He wasn't the first assassin certain "concerned individuals" had hired, but they were in no condition to be making second attempts.  The Mammoth, as he was now called, had fully expected a quick and easy job.  Her residence was almost laughably vulnerable, for one with eyes as sharp as his, and if not for a sudden movement the infamous "Lady Demon" would have found herself a full head shorter.  Hand on the trigger, exhale, and then....  Even now he can't describe what he saw.  The expression on her face perhaps, the way her smile spread with such venom and vigor.  Her stance, the supreme confidence and swagger, as if each step were laying claim to the very Earth and every flick of her wrist dismissed it as unworthy.  He fumbled, for the first time since his days in the factory the sniper actually fumbled, and the shell passed just inches before her face and blew a massive chunk through what must have been an extremely expensive wide screen television.

He'd clutched his chest in shock...and then his body acted mechanically, reducing the gun to components and packing up all his monitors and targeting devices as though possessed.  It was not a shot he could make.  Not again.  But much to his shock and surprise he only made it down two floors of the building he'd holed up in, a construction site that had been conveniently cleared just for the occasion, before being confronted by the same extremely winded and extremely pissed off woman that had just a few minutes before been a full 2,500 meters away.

There were no words, of course.  He was surprised, not stupid; you didn't try to talk to someone whose head you nearly turned into pile of very finely ground meat.  She came at him with knives, and he was all too happy to oblige her the dance.  The woman was as skilled as he'd been led to believe, and he did not underestimate her despite the admittedly large difference in height.  A hefty ballistic knife clashed with twin Sais, and for nearly an hour the two navigated the partially constructed floors of the building.  Pavel parried the lethal blows as best he could, ignoring the slight glances the considerably faster woman managed to get through his expert defenses.  He had no intent to kill her, hoping to simply wear her down and and disarm her.  But for all his training the two seemed to remain on equal footing, and by the end of the hour they stared at one another and saw some measure of understanding.

Pavel kept his explanation brief, saying only that he had been paid for an assassination but that unexpected complications had arisen at the last moment that prevented him from doing so.  Clearly the woman's suspicion could not be quelled so easily, and with the same confidence he'd noted through the lens she made an exceedingly tempting counter-offer; namely, to assassinate the man who'd given him the job in the first place.  Besides being more lucrative, agreeing to such a betrayal would immediately sour his reputation as a hired killer.  It was dangerous to hire someone who could be so easily swayed by a better offer.  It was a test of loyalty, and one that he curiously accepted without hesitation.

Though their relationship began on uncertain terms, Pavel and Evangeline have been working together ever since, his considerable military experience and weapons training keeping her out of harms way in the early days of her criminal career.  His dedication to her is completely unwavering, and he accepts any and all abuse from her without flinching or protest.  If she were to declare war on the World itself, he would be at her side with rifle in hand.

[Esoteric Myobi]

No complaints here~

-can already imagine the scowl on Era's face as she bitches about height issues-

Now we just need ourselves a computer whiz...

[Lady Kitsune]

So anybody who's looking,  I need a wiztech or someone like a hacker or handy with electronics. 

Or if you have something else in mind that will fit in with the Competition, that can work as well.

[Esoteric Myobi]

No one wants to be a genius computer wiz (or anything handy and reliable really) working for an evil and psychotic organization? With free reign to do as they please due to backing financing them comfortably and an almost endless amount of fun to be had while streaking through the internets?

-wonders if it might be that two psychotic characters have scared away potential applicants-

[Lady Kitsune]

And here it is.  Tada!

Name:Mickaela Shayne
Nickname: Micki or Crash Viral
Age: 23
Hair/Eye Color: Blonde/ Hazel, mostly green
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 105 lbs.
Orientation: Straight
Appearance: (Will pic later)  A spunky petite blonde, Micki looks innocent enough.  One look at her and it's hard to resist how cute she is, look again and she's a succubus to suck out your desires.  She's a bit on the short side, but she doesn't let that get her down.  Curved in all the right places, she does mange to work out.  Wouldn't do to lose her girlish figure because she liked to sit on her comp all day.

Skill: Hacking and Inventing, though she has some B&E.  Sometimes, you just got to be on sight.
Secondary Skills: Explosives
Favorite Weapon: Butterfly knife

Personality:  Micki has cheerful disposition, playing up the airheaded blonde.  Don't let it fool you.  She's a genius with a body and she's not afraid to use either.  Able to get away with murder with her innocent looks, those same looks can be turned into a seductress.  For her, being smart is a curse and she has a slight OCD problem.  Everything has got to be nice and neat.  This also goes hand in hand with her psychopathic tendencies.  She likes to see people bleed and she likes to be the one doing it.
Bio:
Michaela Shayne was born into a family of privilege.  Her obvious intelligence was  apparent from a young age.  That her need to kill animals.  Her parents needed to distract the kid who liked to drown cats in the bathtub and enrolled her in a prestigious school for intelligent children.  She quickly surpassed even the smartest of them, and those were in higher grades.  Even though she received the highest scores, she tended to fight with the other children and was expelled from several.

Micki entered into MIT at the age of twelve.  She graduated within three years with honors.  So, what's a fifteen yearold with a degree from MIT do.  Unlock the genetic code, invent something to save the world.  No, she builds a super computer that can do the work of five with special AI features and makes video games.  She builds an empire off of the ultimate video game console and a slew of games unrivaled by any industry.  All within a year.  Still bored, she becomes restless and begins hacking into places she doesn't belong.  She led interpol a merry chase and she now has files on agents and other stuff that doesn't really matter to her.  Breaking into the World Bank and stealing the money electronically for a day before putting it back, now that was funny.  Or perhaps she liked locking down the employees at Fort Knox.  No, it was acquiring the nuclear codes to both the United States and the Soviet Union, what's left anyway.  But that's a secret she gets to keep.

So seventeen and looking for something to do, she meets up with a guy, who is nothing more than bad news.  He teaches her how to unlock doors and make bombs.  What a wild ride, until he blew himself up....or was that her.  The judge dropped the charges anyway, so she didn't give a damn.  Wandering again, making trouble wherever she goes.  She sees a woman arguing with an ATM machine.  She didn't think anyone could look that cool.  She offers to help the woman and adds a couple mil, courtesy of the bank, to the account.  All with her teeny tiny palmtop.  She did manage to find out who the woman was.  her first name was Evangeline and when Micki found out all about the woman, she wanted to be just as cool.

Micki shadowed the woman for days.  Shopping, dining, killing...that was the most interesting.  Evangeline instantly became Micki's hero.  She showed up on Era Everto's doorstep and asked if she could be her sidekick.  She didn't know if the woman was going to be pissed or freaked but Era smiled.  Nothing got by the woman who had known about Micki's activities.  Micki didn't necessarily become a sidekick, but she was useful and that's all that mattered to Evangeline, and Micki got to bask in the glory of a woman who was crazier than herself.

((Sorry Myobi if I took too many liberties))

[Callie Del Noire]

I'm taking the story from my book marks since it looks to be dead.

It was fun

[Shade]

Yeah, it was :(

[Crovonovin]

If there are ever any plans to pick this up again, I'll still be interested!

[Lady Kitsune]

My apologies to everyone.  I actually really like this game but I fell into a horrible wall with it.  I wish I could jumpstart it and I still may.  So if no one minds, if I can get back to it I shall PM you all and ask if you wish to continue.  I've been working on the plans for a job but I keep floundering with the layout and the mechanics.  Again my apologies, everyone was so great, your writing superb.  Thank you and perhaps soon, Once a Thief can live again. 

[Shade]

I'd like to see that :)

[Esoteric Myobi]

Kit, if you need any help I'm more than happy to assist! But yes, hopefully the game will pick up again sometime. It was fun and I'm sad to see it go. =(