Roleplay

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December 22, 2016 12:37:56

The streets were dark that night, as they were every night, but something was different. Maybe it was the rain that was pouring down as if it had its mind set on flooding the world. It could have been the lightning and thunder that was crashing down from the sky as if to light the sky with their holy wrath.

Or it could have been the body laying in the middle of the street. All traces of blood washed away in the storm and its eyes staring up at the dark clouds unblinking and unaware of what was happening around them. A figure walked through the rain, an umbrella clutched in one hand while the other held a plastic bag filled with groceries. The figure stopped, a thin tail flickering behind them as they moved to the body in the middle of the street. A scream of surprise, a crack of thunder, and the sound of the bags being dropped filled the air as the person noticed the that the other was dead.

She quickly picked up the bags and her umbrella, noting the street sign before running home to call the police. Her phone having had been dropped and forgotten in the rain.

Thats where you come in. As a member of an elite task force focused on bringing down a criminal syndicate that the victim was apart of. Each one of your members is a criminal of some sorts, thieves, hackers, a man with muscle and a grifter.

The leader of this task force, the mastermind if you will, is unknown until now with this huge break they have decided to come out of the shadows and finally get serious while the death toll continues to climb and the opposing mastermind decides to get even deadlier. The world of mutations is a strange place indeed and it's only getting stranger.

Name:

Age (over 18 and under 40):

Criminal Speciality (One of each please):

Hair:

Eyes:

Appearance:

History (optional):

Mutation:

Other:

Example of writing:

((Please PM me your form so that I can review your form. Questions can be posted here but please delete them after they've been asked so that we can keep the Rp starting page as short as possible. Other then that please have fun!!))

Last edited on Jan 02, 2017 15:04:51 by FlamesEmbrace

@Pokemon18780

I'm interested but I won't be able to make my character for a while because of the holidays, mind reserving a spot for me?

Derp6072

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December 22, 2016 13:00:06

@Pokemon18780

I'm interested but I won't be able to make my character for a while because of the holidays, mind reserving a spot for me?

Character Forms

Good Mastermind: @Pokemon18780

Name: Joanalil Newgate

Age (over 18 and under 40): 30

Criminal Speciality (One of each please): Mastermind

Hair: Black hair with silver tips that is usually done in a high ponytail. When it's down it reaches her shoulder blades

Eyes: Cyan blue with emerald green around the pupil that make them look like they are glowing.

Appearance: Her upper body is extremely muscular and has a light tan. She usually wears clothes that are a size too big for her and are dark in coloration that makes her hair and eyes pop due to their light coloration. Large jackets and hoodies along with blue jeans are her usually style of clothing along with dark combat boots. Her shirts are graphic tees of anime that she likes or having images of dragons, tigers, or other beasts emblazoned on the front. This is her casual everyday wear. When she's actually aiming to look nice and is undercover she wears work clothes consisting of a pastel colored long sleeve shirt and either black or tan pants. An outfit that is easily to run in and make an escape if need be. She has a scar running along her right side from a case gone wrong.

History (optional): She had a pretty decent childhood before everything went to crap. Her parents were murdered and she was sent to live with her rich aunt. Joanalil barely ever saw the woman but the pressure for her to get out of the house was intense since the woman only gave her college textbooks for her birthdays and Christmas's. In school she excelled with the help of her adaptation as she remembered everything that she read and heard, and she easily surpassed even her teachers expectations for her. Joanalil graduated college at the age of eighteen and joined the FBI. Since then she's earned even more degrees and solved plenty of cases to get where she is now in charge of this team. She's now an unassuming restuarant and cat owner after a case went awry.

Mutation: Animal characteristics. She's able to adapt her body parts and internal organs into that of any animals on the planet if she's given the time to create them or edit her own body. At the moment she has adapted her brain to be like that of an Elephants, and has created wings like that of a Harpy eagles that started growing when she was five.

Other: She has one tattoo of a blue phoenix tattoo that has its tails wrapping until they end right at her elbow. She has a worry stone pendant that she rubs whenever she's nervous or planning something big. She has a white Ragdoll named Artemis thats always with her when she's not on a job. She is Bisexual and is sort of hoping to get in a relationship in the coming years to get her annoying aunt off her back.

Grifter: @RooibosInBlue

Name: Ray

Age: 28

Criminal Speciality: Grifter

Hair: Dark brown, long bangs that can be styled many different ways but short otherwise.

Eyes: Light blue

Appearance: When Ray isn't working, he looks like a mess. His hair stands up in every direction and his clothes consist of an old ratty jacket, torn jeans, and a baggy t-shirt, and he never seems to stand up straight. For whatever reason, he always wears a smug look on his face and seems bored. When he's on a job, he can change his appearance and demeanor completely for any role he may need to play. His facial features are androgynous so he can pull of many characters male and female. He comes off as polished, lithe, and charming, quite contrary to how he normally presents himself.

History: Ray was born to a single mother who really shouldn't have been a parent. The two lived with her parents, and while she was great through the manic periods, every other time was terrible. After both of his grandparents died when Ray was 8, he was taken by child services and put in foster care where he bounced from house to house for the next ten years. After he turned eighteen, he moved from city to city, finding various ways to con the rich and famous out of money until he came to join this group.

Mutation: Able to control pheromones secreted in a way that makes him seem more attractive to whoever he is around. He is more attuned to hormones secreted by others, and can obtain information about those around them. This can be used to sense whether or not someone is lying, or if they're trying to hide something.

Other: Despite his grungy aesthetic, he obsessively cleans his tiny studio apartment and any work space he's in. He works really hard to seem like he doesn't care about things, but luckily he's a good actor.

Hacker: @Josell

Name: Sofya(pronounced Sof-ee-ah) Proctor

Age (over 18 and under 40): 22

Criminal Specialty (One of each please): Hacker

Hair: Wavy thick brown, doesn't quite reach her shoulders when down.

Eyes: A bright kind of golden green.

Appearance: Average body type for her age, Sofya hides little muscle under her skin. She doesn't prefer any type of clothing over another, but casually, she wears loose, cropped sweaters under a dark denim jacket and black leggings. She has pierced ears and seldom wears fancy earrings, but still manages to prevent the holes from closing up. When she wants to look professional, she usually wears a slim, dark dress and hanging earrings. She stands at about 5'9" and has a narrow face. She takes care in how she looks every day.

History (optional): Her mother left Sofya and her two brothers when she was young, so her father raised her. Then, he remarried to a woman who made Sofya's life incredibly hard. She grew apart from her family and was closer to her friends in school. At a young age, she exhibited amazing intellect, so she advanced to high school and college earlier than most kids her age and earned a Ph.D. in Medicine and Linguistics and a Masters degree in Computer Sciences. She was most interested in the science of coding and hacking. She worked as a pathologist(person who does autopsies) until hired by the police to go through some criminal records and break long lost codes. Liked by the police, she quit her job and worked there until something caused her to be cast out.

Mutation: Animal characteristics. She can adapt her corneas to see as well as an eagle, and change her skin to be bulletproof and covered in hard scales.

Other: Fluent in 7 languages and well versed in the evolutionary history of 5 of them. Knows simple surgery.

Thief: @Derp6072

Name: Ara (No last name, Dunno just don't like giving my characters last names)

Age (over 18 and under 40): 19 almost 20

Criminal Speciality (One of each please): Thief

Hair: Jet black hair that fades to a deep red at the tips, usually held back in some way, when it's let down it's fairly short since she hates keeping her hair long.

Eyes: Deep red as well, matching her tips, with bits darker color around the outside and throughout the rest, her pupils are slit like making them look like that of a cat or a dragon's (Sorry for using a un-natural eye color, I'll change it if I have to)

History (Optional): Unknown

Mutation: Dragon-like characteristics, they've happened over time with no control over which ones grow first or what type of dragon they'd be from. So far she's got dragon like eyes, and sharper teeth, it looks like she may start developing another characteristic but not for a while.

Other: She's practically mute and will only talk if she absolutely has to. She mostly tries to communicate using gestures or even having to write it out or use something to say the words for her if the person doesn't get it.

Muscle: @FusionKnight

Name:Damian Crowe

Age (over 18 and under 40): 29 years old

Criminal Speciality (One of each please): Muscle

Hair: Dark curly hair,but its usually low cut

Eyes: Grey eyes,His pupils as a slightly lighter shade of grey,which makes others think he's blind

Appearance: He stands at 6'1" with a lean muscular build which he rarely covers up when he's alone,he is usually seen wearing a white tank top with a camo short,he's never been one to be formal,but when he needs to dress the part,he does so flawlessly,his formal attire consists of many roles,so he doesn't really favor one above the other.

History (optional): He is the only child of a military couple,he was born on the day his father was K.I.A,his mother raised him on her own and she kept his father's identity a secret to him,but eventually he found out who he was and wanted to follow in his footsteps,so he joined the military at the age of 15,he was never stationed where the war was breaking out,so his mother wasn't worried too much about him joining the military,that is until his squadron was attacked by terrorist and he was the lone survivor,when his peers found him he was sitting cross legged on the ground,his comrades lay dead all around him,his body stained with their blood,he was pulled out of the military and taken in by the government as a mercenary,until he became bored and killed his way out.

Mutation: His sight,hearing and reaction time has been heightened slightly making him a bit more superior than the average human,he also has a Dermal armor mutation which causes his skin to get thicker depending on what kind of trouble he's in.

Other: He has a dragon spreading his wings tattooed on his back up to his shoulder blades,he likes to read and rarely trusts others.

FlamesEmbrace

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December 22, 2016 16:00:37

Character Forms

Good Mastermind: @Pokemon18780

Name: Joanalil Newgate

Age (over 18 and under 40): 30

Criminal Speciality (One of each please): Mastermind

Hair: Black hair with silver tips that is usually done in a high ponytail. When it's down it reaches her shoulder blades

Eyes: Cyan blue with emerald green around the pupil that make them look like they are glowing.

Appearance: Her upper body is extremely muscular and has a light tan. She usually wears clothes that are a size too big for her and are dark in coloration that makes her hair and eyes pop due to their light coloration. Large jackets and hoodies along with blue jeans are her usually style of clothing along with dark combat boots. Her shirts are graphic tees of anime that she likes or having images of dragons, tigers, or other beasts emblazoned on the front. This is her casual everyday wear. When she's actually aiming to look nice and is undercover she wears work clothes consisting of a pastel colored long sleeve shirt and either black or tan pants. An outfit that is easily to run in and make an escape if need be. She has a scar running along her right side from a case gone wrong.

History (optional): She had a pretty decent childhood before everything went to crap. Her parents were murdered and she was sent to live with her rich aunt. Joanalil barely ever saw the woman but the pressure for her to get out of the house was intense since the woman only gave her college textbooks for her birthdays and Christmas's. In school she excelled with the help of her adaptation as she remembered everything that she read and heard, and she easily surpassed even her teachers expectations for her. Joanalil graduated college at the age of eighteen and joined the FBI. Since then she's earned even more degrees and solved plenty of cases to get where she is now in charge of this team. She's now an unassuming restuarant and cat owner after a case went awry.

Mutation: Animal characteristics. She's able to adapt her body parts and internal organs into that of any animals on the planet if she's given the time to create them or edit her own body. At the moment she has adapted her brain to be like that of an Elephants, and has created wings like that of a Harpy eagles that started growing when she was five.

Other: She has one tattoo of a blue phoenix tattoo that has its tails wrapping until they end right at her elbow. She has a worry stone pendant that she rubs whenever she's nervous or planning something big. She has a white Ragdoll named Artemis thats always with her when she's not on a job. She is Bisexual and is sort of hoping to get in a relationship in the coming years to get her annoying aunt off her back.

Grifter: @RooibosInBlue

Name: Ray

Age: 28

Criminal Speciality: Grifter

Hair: Dark brown, long bangs that can be styled many different ways but short otherwise.

Eyes: Light blue

Appearance: When Ray isn't working, he looks like a mess. His hair stands up in every direction and his clothes consist of an old ratty jacket, torn jeans, and a baggy t-shirt, and he never seems to stand up straight. For whatever reason, he always wears a smug look on his face and seems bored. When he's on a job, he can change his appearance and demeanor completely for any role he may need to play. His facial features are androgynous so he can pull of many characters male and female. He comes off as polished, lithe, and charming, quite contrary to how he normally presents himself.

History: Ray was born to a single mother who really shouldn't have been a parent. The two lived with her parents, and while she was great through the manic periods, every other time was terrible. After both of his grandparents died when Ray was 8, he was taken by child services and put in foster care where he bounced from house to house for the next ten years. After he turned eighteen, he moved from city to city, finding various ways to con the rich and famous out of money until he came to join this group.

Mutation: Able to control pheromones secreted in a way that makes him seem more attractive to whoever he is around. He is more attuned to hormones secreted by others, and can obtain information about those around them. This can be used to sense whether or not someone is lying, or if they're trying to hide something.

Other: Despite his grungy aesthetic, he obsessively cleans his tiny studio apartment and any work space he's in. He works really hard to seem like he doesn't care about things, but luckily he's a good actor.

Hacker: @Josell

Name: Sofya(pronounced Sof-ee-ah) Proctor

Age (over 18 and under 40): 22

Criminal Specialty (One of each please): Hacker

Hair: Wavy thick brown, doesn't quite reach her shoulders when down.

Eyes: A bright kind of golden green.

Appearance: Average body type for her age, Sofya hides little muscle under her skin. She doesn't prefer any type of clothing over another, but casually, she wears loose, cropped sweaters under a dark denim jacket and black leggings. She has pierced ears and seldom wears fancy earrings, but still manages to prevent the holes from closing up. When she wants to look professional, she usually wears a slim, dark dress and hanging earrings. She stands at about 5'9" and has a narrow face. She takes care in how she looks every day.

History (optional): Her mother left Sofya and her two brothers when she was young, so her father raised her. Then, he remarried to a woman who made Sofya's life incredibly hard. She grew apart from her family and was closer to her friends in school. At a young age, she exhibited amazing intellect, so she advanced to high school and college earlier than most kids her age and earned a Ph.D. in Medicine and Linguistics and a Masters degree in Computer Sciences. She was most interested in the science of coding and hacking. She worked as a pathologist(person who does autopsies) until hired by the police to go through some criminal records and break long lost codes. Liked by the police, she quit her job and worked there until something caused her to be cast out.

Mutation: Animal characteristics. She can adapt her corneas to see as well as an eagle, and change her skin to be bulletproof and covered in hard scales.

Other: Fluent in 7 languages and well versed in the evolutionary history of 5 of them. Knows simple surgery.

Thief: @Derp6072

Name: Ara (No last name, Dunno just don't like giving my characters last names)

Age (over 18 and under 40): 19 almost 20

Criminal Speciality (One of each please): Thief

Hair: Jet black hair that fades to a deep red at the tips, usually held back in some way, when it's let down it's fairly short since she hates keeping her hair long.

Eyes: Deep red as well, matching her tips, with bits darker color around the outside and throughout the rest, her pupils are slit like making them look like that of a cat or a dragon's (Sorry for using a un-natural eye color, I'll change it if I have to)

History (Optional): Unknown

Mutation: Dragon-like characteristics, they've happened over time with no control over which ones grow first or what type of dragon they'd be from. So far she's got dragon like eyes, and sharper teeth, it looks like she may start developing another characteristic but not for a while.

Other: She's practically mute and will only talk if she absolutely has to. She mostly tries to communicate using gestures or even having to write it out or use something to say the words for her if the person doesn't get it.

Muscle: @FusionKnight

Name:Damian Crowe

Age (over 18 and under 40): 29 years old

Criminal Speciality (One of each please): Muscle

Hair: Dark curly hair,but its usually low cut

Eyes: Grey eyes,His pupils as a slightly lighter shade of grey,which makes others think he's blind

Appearance: He stands at 6'1" with a lean muscular build which he rarely covers up when he's alone,he is usually seen wearing a white tank top with a camo short,he's never been one to be formal,but when he needs to dress the part,he does so flawlessly,his formal attire consists of many roles,so he doesn't really favor one above the other.

History (optional): He is the only child of a military couple,he was born on the day his father was K.I.A,his mother raised him on her own and she kept his father's identity a secret to him,but eventually he found out who he was and wanted to follow in his footsteps,so he joined the military at the age of 15,he was never stationed where the war was breaking out,so his mother wasn't worried too much about him joining the military,that is until his squadron was attacked by terrorist and he was the lone survivor,when his peers found him he was sitting cross legged on the ground,his comrades lay dead all around him,his body stained with their blood,he was pulled out of the military and taken in by the government as a mercenary,until he became bored and killed his way out.

Mutation: His sight,hearing and reaction time has been heightened slightly making him a bit more superior than the average human,he also has a Dermal armor mutation which causes his skin to get thicker depending on what kind of trouble he's in.

Other: He has a dragon spreading his wings tattooed on his back up to his shoulder blades,he likes to read and rarely trusts others.

Last edited on Jan 02, 2017 17:23:11 by FlamesEmbrace

Job Info

((I literally had all of this typed up earlier and then I lost all of it *cries*)

Mastermind: Plans their plots. The interaction between the masterminds will appear courteous but in reality it is just them glaring at each other. They are the leaders, knowing the strengths and weaknesses of all of their partners so that they can plan accurately. Has multiple plans going from A to Z2 just in case something goes awry. Is usually partnered with the grifter so that the plans go as smoothly as possible.

Grifter: The actor of the group, and the world is quite literally their stage. They manipulate the groups target so that they are in a prime position to be arrested by the feds. Their skills are professional and have thievery skills that are nowhere close to that of the thief's but is still good enough to get them by. Its almost impossible for them to be caught in the act and they have multiple different masks that they wear. Be it be a horse owner, wealthy heiress, or company employee they are able to blend in on all ways of life. They have flawless fake accents, and countless outfits for the characters that they play.

Hacker: The expert in all things electronic and can practically get into anything with an electronic signature. The groups hacker is also in charge of keeping the groups equipment in top shape. They collect all of the information needed on their target and on the business that they're running. Their office is a dark room with multiple screens that are used to keep track of information. Most of all they are a key part in keeping everyone safe using surveillance and keeping the comms open from the background as they usually stay by a computer. That doesn't mean that they don't get out in the field though as they sometimes help the grifter out by playing a minor character to help them sell their act.

Thief: In charge of finding ways in and out of everything, they are trusted with getting the information and the stolen objects out safely if there is any. Their equipment is state of the art with the help of the hacker and their work is usually the most dangerous not including the muscle's own job. Their role has the highest risk of triggering alarms and getting the rest of the group in trouble, however they are the best so there's no worries. Other then that the thief is usually the one to come up with the best escape plans and exit strategies for every member of the group.

Muscle: Just as the name suggests they are quite literally the groups protectors and safety detail. They are the groups guardian and makes sure that they cover everyone's back and is always in the field as some form of background character or hiding somewhere else. Although they are the one that usually deals with any conflict that doesn't mean that they don't help in the background at all. The muscle always has connections to others who could be brought in to help out with the situation if need be.

Plot and Extra Information

Mutations: They are not super powers. They are at the most able to shift a little bit of their biology to allow them to grow extra limbs over time. They have been around for a few thousand years, at least enough for them to be perfectly normal and an accepted part of the community. Most find that some mutations as another physical feature that can either make a person extremely beautiful or ugly. Most mutations give extra limbs or animal like qualities, such a body covered in scales, thick skin so that its basically bullet proof, extra limbs or tails, and abilities to breathe underwater or fly using their wings. Most mutations are hereditary but there are a select few in the population that don't have any at all, but it is very rare and is a genetic anomaly.

Focus: The group is being paid by the people to get information and to get the businesses under investigation for their vile ways. ((I have been watching way too much Leverage which gave me this idea so *nervous laughter*)) Anyways! Its basically a bunch of bad guys with one good guy turned bad guy helping those who are less fortunate and can't go to the police for help since the objects have been stolen from them, they have been wronged or have been wrongfully accused of something that they haven't done and they have no way to prove it. So the group helps them by fixing everything.

Headquarters: Its technically Joanalil's restaurant that she now owns after quitting the FBI after she was injured. Their offices are on the second floor of the building under the unassuming name of The Phoenix bar. It's a pretty decent hideout with finances coming from the bar and also from the jobs that they take although they don't ask for much since most of their clients don't have much money to begin with. But yeah I'm going with the cliche bar front.

Questions??

FlamesEmbrace

6024

December 23, 2016 14:50:20

Job Info

((I literally had all of this typed up earlier and then I lost all of it *cries*)

Mastermind: Plans their plots. The interaction between the masterminds will appear courteous but in reality it is just them glaring at each other. They are the leaders, knowing the strengths and weaknesses of all of their partners so that they can plan accurately. Has multiple plans going from A to Z2 just in case something goes awry. Is usually partnered with the grifter so that the plans go as smoothly as possible.

Grifter: The actor of the group, and the world is quite literally their stage. They manipulate the groups target so that they are in a prime position to be arrested by the feds. Their skills are professional and have thievery skills that are nowhere close to that of the thief's but is still good enough to get them by. Its almost impossible for them to be caught in the act and they have multiple different masks that they wear. Be it be a horse owner, wealthy heiress, or company employee they are able to blend in on all ways of life. They have flawless fake accents, and countless outfits for the characters that they play.

Hacker: The expert in all things electronic and can practically get into anything with an electronic signature. The groups hacker is also in charge of keeping the groups equipment in top shape. They collect all of the information needed on their target and on the business that they're running. Their office is a dark room with multiple screens that are used to keep track of information. Most of all they are a key part in keeping everyone safe using surveillance and keeping the comms open from the background as they usually stay by a computer. That doesn't mean that they don't get out in the field though as they sometimes help the grifter out by playing a minor character to help them sell their act.

Thief: In charge of finding ways in and out of everything, they are trusted with getting the information and the stolen objects out safely if there is any. Their equipment is state of the art with the help of the hacker and their work is usually the most dangerous not including the muscle's own job. Their role has the highest risk of triggering alarms and getting the rest of the group in trouble, however they are the best so there's no worries. Other then that the thief is usually the one to come up with the best escape plans and exit strategies for every member of the group.

Muscle: Just as the name suggests they are quite literally the groups protectors and safety detail. They are the groups guardian and makes sure that they cover everyone's back and is always in the field as some form of background character or hiding somewhere else. Although they are the one that usually deals with any conflict that doesn't mean that they don't help in the background at all. The muscle always has connections to others who could be brought in to help out with the situation if need be.

Plot and Extra Information

Mutations: They are not super powers. They are at the most able to shift a little bit of their biology to allow them to grow extra limbs over time. They have been around for a few thousand years, at least enough for them to be perfectly normal and an accepted part of the community. Most find that some mutations as another physical feature that can either make a person extremely beautiful or ugly. Most mutations give extra limbs or animal like qualities, such a body covered in scales, thick skin so that its basically bullet proof, extra limbs or tails, and abilities to breathe underwater or fly using their wings. Most mutations are hereditary but there are a select few in the population that don't have any at all, but it is very rare and is a genetic anomaly.

Focus: The group is being paid by the people to get information and to get the businesses under investigation for their vile ways. ((I have been watching way too much Leverage which gave me this idea so *nervous laughter*)) Anyways! Its basically a bunch of bad guys with one good guy turned bad guy helping those who are less fortunate and can't go to the police for help since the objects have been stolen from them, they have been wronged or have been wrongfully accused of something that they haven't done and they have no way to prove it. So the group helps them by fixing everything.

Headquarters: Its technically Joanalil's restaurant that she now owns after quitting the FBI after she was injured. Their offices are on the second floor of the building under the unassuming name of The Phoenix bar. It's a pretty decent hideout with finances coming from the bar and also from the jobs that they take although they don't ask for much since most of their clients don't have much money to begin with. But yeah I'm going with the cliche bar front.

Questions??

Last edited on Dec 23, 2016 17:57:27 by FlamesEmbrace

@Pokemon18780 Can I join?

Josell

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December 23, 2016 15:10:02

@Pokemon18780 Can I join?

@Pokemon18780

Sorry I've been so busy, I was wondering if the grifter spot is still open? If not, I want the hacker spot.

Josell

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December 24, 2016 09:35:30

@Pokemon18780

Sorry I've been so busy, I was wondering if the grifter spot is still open? If not, I want the hacker spot.

((@FusionKnight @Josell @Derp6072 @RooibosInBlue Its finally time everyone thanks to Fusion we can finally get this ball rolling!!))

Phoenix Restaurant and Bar: Joanalil's home: Houston Texas.

Joanalil stared at the file in front of her with her usual blue eyed gaze absently. The white cat in her lap was purring loudly as Joanalil's gaze shifted toward the window that her favorite chair was stationed near as she watched the rain pound against the window pane. Artemis let out a soft mewl before standing and hopping off and onto the wooden floors of her home above her restaurant, which was closed at the moment. A usual for Sundays so that both her workers and herself got a day off. On this day however something was different, the files that had been slipped to her and were currently on the small table on her right kept causing her attention to be drawn away from the rain that usually always kept her attention.

A small sigh left her lips before she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She judged it warily before looking at the files once more. The case was from an old friend of hers, one that knew that she would be interested in when she so much as opened the file. A murder of an old friend who had been researching a companies illegal movements near the port that she had set up shop in. His death was completely unnatural from what the autopsy results showed, he had been a perfectly healthy individual before he suffered a severe heart attack that ended his life. Her eyebrows narrowed slightly as she sighed before finally beginning to dial the number on each of the files separately. The group she was calling might not like working with each other but she knew that with enough money they would at least come to check everything out to see if it was worth their time.

Artemis meowed from the kitchen, the sound of a bowl sliding around causing her to pocket the phone again before going inside the kitchen to feed the large cat once more. The sound of a can opening filled the air followed by the scent of tuna as she emptied the can into the bowl on the floor. The white feline glanced up at her, bright blue eyes shining like lanterns before focusing back on the meal before her and beginning to eat. Grey blue wings flared slightly behind Joan as she stood back up and moved back over to the window. It wasn't the only one in the large room but it was her favorite since it had a perfect view of the street below her. Her right hand moved to brush against her side, tracing over a bump of thick scar tissue along her right side. The wound had almost split her in half and her survival had been a miracle from what the doctors had said.

The inspiration for her tattoo after she had put in her resignation and started the restaurant. Phoenix, a mythical bird known for being reborn from its own ashes. Just like she had reborn herself into this new world and she pulled her phone out before pressing the call button.

"Hello? I have a proposition for you if you would like to accept it, the payout will be huge and I can assure you it will not be a waste of your time. Come to Houston and I'll explain everything. You won't have to find me. I'll find you." Hopefully she'd be able to give those she had just called a second chance as well.

FlamesEmbrace

6024

January 02, 2017 18:29:43

((@FusionKnight @Josell @Derp6072 @RooibosInBlue Its finally time everyone thanks to Fusion we can finally get this ball rolling!!))

Phoenix Restaurant and Bar: Joanalil's home: Houston Texas.

Joanalil stared at the file in front of her with her usual blue eyed gaze absently. The white cat in her lap was purring loudly as Joanalil's gaze shifted toward the window that her favorite chair was stationed near as she watched the rain pound against the window pane. Artemis let out a soft mewl before standing and hopping off and onto the wooden floors of her home above her restaurant, which was closed at the moment. A usual for Sundays so that both her workers and herself got a day off. On this day however something was different, the files that had been slipped to her and were currently on the small table on her right kept causing her attention to be drawn away from the rain that usually always kept her attention.

A small sigh left her lips before she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She judged it warily before looking at the files once more. The case was from an old friend of hers, one that knew that she would be interested in when she so much as opened the file. A murder of an old friend who had been researching a companies illegal movements near the port that she had set up shop in. His death was completely unnatural from what the autopsy results showed, he had been a perfectly healthy individual before he suffered a severe heart attack that ended his life. Her eyebrows narrowed slightly as she sighed before finally beginning to dial the number on each of the files separately. The group she was calling might not like working with each other but she knew that with enough money they would at least come to check everything out to see if it was worth their time.

Artemis meowed from the kitchen, the sound of a bowl sliding around causing her to pocket the phone again before going inside the kitchen to feed the large cat once more. The sound of a can opening filled the air followed by the scent of tuna as she emptied the can into the bowl on the floor. The white feline glanced up at her, bright blue eyes shining like lanterns before focusing back on the meal before her and beginning to eat. Grey blue wings flared slightly behind Joan as she stood back up and moved back over to the window. It wasn't the only one in the large room but it was her favorite since it had a perfect view of the street below her. Her right hand moved to brush against her side, tracing over a bump of thick scar tissue along her right side. The wound had almost split her in half and her survival had been a miracle from what the doctors had said.

The inspiration for her tattoo after she had put in her resignation and started the restaurant. Phoenix, a mythical bird known for being reborn from its own ashes. Just like she had reborn herself into this new world and she pulled her phone out before pressing the call button.

"Hello? I have a proposition for you if you would like to accept it, the payout will be huge and I can assure you it will not be a waste of your time. Come to Houston and I'll explain everything. You won't have to find me. I'll find you." Hopefully she'd be able to give those she had just called a second chance as well.

Ray wasn't exactly sure who he had offended in Chicago, but whoever it was now made it their purpose to make his life a living hell. The two causes he could think of for this sudden interest in his every movement could be the business man he convinced to sign over his money to a phony organization, or the mob boss's son who fell in love with his alias, and continued to be in love even when Ray revealed his name wasn't short for Rachel. Either way, he had no interest in finding a solution to either conflict.

After losing his tail by changing hats with someone in a crowd. He quickly made his way to his basement apartment, closed and locked the door. Taking off his shoes, Ray looked at the contents of his apartment, or lack thereof. Besides the small kitchen, there was a mattress, a small end table, and a dresser. He hung his coat up in a closet and sat down on the corner of his mattress, trying to figure out what to do about his potential problems.

Ray leaned over to the coffee table and opened the drawer filled with burner phones. One by one he checked each phone, answering texts from colleagues, and marks, among others. Mostly, he was trying to figure out where he should go next. A friend invited him to go to New York, another one to Atlanta, but Ray wasn't sure of their intentions.

The second to last phone had a voice mail from an unrecognized number. Curious, Ray listened to the message from a female voice. The message was incredibly vague and told him to go to Houston, but he figured it was a trap of some sort. He got up and started heating up some dinner to eat, but he couldn't get the message out of his head. Something about it seemed like it could be a good opportunity, though he was still suspicious. Maybe it a trick, someone getting back at him for a past con. Or maybe it was an actual opportunity.

Ray sat back down on the mattress debating his options over a carton of leftover Chinese. He needed to get out of the city, and fast. Although he's been able to throw off whoever has been tailing him so they don't find his apartment, that wouldn't last forever and it was getting harder to get basic necessities. He didn't quite trust either the friend in New York or Atlanta completely. True, they said they could set him up with a place to live, but then he would owe them something, and in this line of work that became dangerous.

Then there was this mysterious voicemail. He listened to the message again trying to interpret what exactly the intention of the caller was. What was the job? How would they find him? He tried his best to be undetectable, but they must be pretty powerful if they knew. He sighed, angrily eating his lo mein. Ray had a few connections in Houston, and if he went there he wouldn't have to worry about owing anyone. In the past he's managed to get himself out of plenty of traps, so hopefully he could do the same here if need be. So, against his better judgement, Ray made plans to head to Houston.

The fastest way to get there would be air travel, but they generally got suspicious if you try to board a plane with a fake driver's licence and nine burner phones. So, he was left with booking a bus ticket. The next morning, he left Chicago, successfully avoiding whoever was following him. Soon enough, Ray found himself in the Houston, with nothing but a duffel bag and a medium sized suitcase containing his suits, dresses, and wigs. One of his friends was able to hook him up with an apartment, which was incredible considering the short notice, but he decided to wait around the bus stop. The mysterious caller said that they would find him, and if that were to happen he'd rather it be in a public place.

@FusionKnight @Josell @Derp6072 @Pokemon18780 (So exciting!! Let me know if you want me to change any details in the post)

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Ray wasn't exactly sure who he had offended in Chicago, but whoever it was now made it their purpose to make his life a living hell. The two causes he could think of for this sudden interest in his every movement could be the business man he convinced to sign over his money to a phony organization, or the mob boss's son who fell in love with his alias, and continued to be in love even when Ray revealed his name wasn't short for Rachel. Either way, he had no interest in finding a solution to either conflict.

After losing his tail by changing hats with someone in a crowd. He quickly made his way to his basement apartment, closed and locked the door. Taking off his shoes, Ray looked at the contents of his apartment, or lack thereof. Besides the small kitchen, there was a mattress, a small end table, and a dresser. He hung his coat up in a closet and sat down on the corner of his mattress, trying to figure out what to do about his potential problems.

Ray leaned over to the coffee table and opened the drawer filled with burner phones. One by one he checked each phone, answering texts from colleagues, and marks, among others. Mostly, he was trying to figure out where he should go next. A friend invited him to go to New York, another one to Atlanta, but Ray wasn't sure of their intentions.

The second to last phone had a voice mail from an unrecognized number. Curious, Ray listened to the message from a female voice. The message was incredibly vague and told him to go to Houston, but he figured it was a trap of some sort. He got up and started heating up some dinner to eat, but he couldn't get the message out of his head. Something about it seemed like it could be a good opportunity, though he was still suspicious. Maybe it a trick, someone getting back at him for a past con. Or maybe it was an actual opportunity.

Ray sat back down on the mattress debating his options over a carton of leftover Chinese. He needed to get out of the city, and fast. Although he's been able to throw off whoever has been tailing him so they don't find his apartment, that wouldn't last forever and it was getting harder to get basic necessities. He didn't quite trust either the friend in New York or Atlanta completely. True, they said they could set him up with a place to live, but then he would owe them something, and in this line of work that became dangerous.

Then there was this mysterious voicemail. He listened to the message again trying to interpret what exactly the intention of the caller was. What was the job? How would they find him? He tried his best to be undetectable, but they must be pretty powerful if they knew. He sighed, angrily eating his lo mein. Ray had a few connections in Houston, and if he went there he wouldn't have to worry about owing anyone. In the past he's managed to get himself out of plenty of traps, so hopefully he could do the same here if need be. So, against his better judgement, Ray made plans to head to Houston.

The fastest way to get there would be air travel, but they generally got suspicious if you try to board a plane with a fake driver's licence and nine burner phones. So, he was left with booking a bus ticket. The next morning, he left Chicago, successfully avoiding whoever was following him. Soon enough, Ray found himself in the Houston, with nothing but a duffel bag and a medium sized suitcase containing his suits, dresses, and wigs. One of his friends was able to hook him up with an apartment, which was incredible considering the short notice, but he decided to wait around the bus stop. The mysterious caller said that they would find him, and if that were to happen he'd rather it be in a public place.

@FusionKnight @Josell @Derp6072 @Pokemon18780 (So exciting!! Let me know if you want me to change any details in the post)

@RooibosinBlue @Josell @Derp6072 @Pokemon18780((thrilled to be a part of this))

Damian was in his personalized gym training as he hit his punching bag over and over with murderous intent,his skin covered in sweet as he let out a loud grunt with each punch,pushing the bag further back each time,with one last grunt he hit the bag with all his force punching a hole through the bag.He let out an irritated sigh before pulling his fist free from inside the bag,the contents of the punching bag pouring unto the ground through the hole.

He grabbed a towel and walked out of the gym through the living room into the kitchen,he opened his fridge and took out a beer,popping the cap open before taking a long swig.He placed the beer on the counter as he looked around the kitchen and into the living room which always made him smile,it would amaze you how much the government would be willing to pay to keep a man such as himself in check.

He grabbed his beer and walked back into the gym,placing the beer on the bench next to his towel bedor he walked over to the weights,he was about to start lifting when he heard his phone ring.He wouldn't have paid it no mind,except that this call was made to his personal phone which very few have the number to.He took the phone out of his pocket and slid the answer button across before placing it to his ear,he listened closely to what the voice on the other side was saying,extracting as much information as h could from the call.

He placed his phone back into his pocket as he walked over to the bench and sat down accessing the situation,whoever had called him must've been very powerful to have gotten his personal number,from what he could make out from the call was that the caller was female,probably in her early thirties,she seemed to have been calling from inside her house,because he could hear the rain pouring in the backgeound.What troubled Damian the most about the call was the location,Houston,he didn't know that many people in Houston,but a few of his old partners were scattered around.

Taking his phone out of his pocket again he dailed a number before placing the phone to his ear,the call was immediately answered on the first ring before a voice asked what he needed"a flight to Houston,I'll be leaving in 45"he disconnected the call and stood up from where he sat and frabbed his towel and beer from the bench before he walked out of the gym and closed the door behind him.He walked into his room and opened his dresser,grabbing a suitcase he had packed just in case he needed a quick getaway before he went into the bathroom to freshen up.

He stepped out into his garage after he had finished preparing everything he would need and had made the necessary phonecalls,placing the suitcase in the trunk of his car before he got in,he opened the garage door and drive out before closing it again,he sped down the road towards the main gate,which slid automatically open and close again.He drove casually towards the airport,choosing the shortest way possible with less traffic.He got to the airport with four minutes to spare where a man in a blue T-shirt and blue jeans was waiting for him.

He stepped out of the car and retrieved his suitcase from the trunk before he began walking towards the man.He nodded a greeting to him as he got closer before handing him the key to the car"take care of her"he said with a smile before continuing inside where he checked into his last minute flight and boarded the plane,his suitcase was taken to the plane as fast as possible as he made himself comfortable in first class"the thing the government will do to keep a monster silenced"he thought with a smile as he settled into his chair before the plane took off on a two hour flight to Houston,Texas.

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January 03, 2017 22:30:29

@RooibosinBlue @Josell @Derp6072 @Pokemon18780((thrilled to be a part of this))

Damian was in his personalized gym training as he hit his punching bag over and over with murderous intent,his skin covered in sweet as he let out a loud grunt with each punch,pushing the bag further back each time,with one last grunt he hit the bag with all his force punching a hole through the bag.He let out an irritated sigh before pulling his fist free from inside the bag,the contents of the punching bag pouring unto the ground through the hole.

He grabbed a towel and walked out of the gym through the living room into the kitchen,he opened his fridge and took out a beer,popping the cap open before taking a long swig.He placed the beer on the counter as he looked around the kitchen and into the living room which always made him smile,it would amaze you how much the government would be willing to pay to keep a man such as himself in check.

He grabbed his beer and walked back into the gym,placing the beer on the bench next to his towel bedor he walked over to the weights,he was about to start lifting when he heard his phone ring.He wouldn't have paid it no mind,except that this call was made to his personal phone which very few have the number to.He took the phone out of his pocket and slid the answer button across before placing it to his ear,he listened closely to what the voice on the other side was saying,extracting as much information as h could from the call.

He placed his phone back into his pocket as he walked over to the bench and sat down accessing the situation,whoever had called him must've been very powerful to have gotten his personal number,from what he could make out from the call was that the caller was female,probably in her early thirties,she seemed to have been calling from inside her house,because he could hear the rain pouring in the backgeound.What troubled Damian the most about the call was the location,Houston,he didn't know that many people in Houston,but a few of his old partners were scattered around.

Taking his phone out of his pocket again he dailed a number before placing the phone to his ear,the call was immediately answered on the first ring before a voice asked what he needed"a flight to Houston,I'll be leaving in 45"he disconnected the call and stood up from where he sat and frabbed his towel and beer from the bench before he walked out of the gym and closed the door behind him.He walked into his room and opened his dresser,grabbing a suitcase he had packed just in case he needed a quick getaway before he went into the bathroom to freshen up.

He stepped out into his garage after he had finished preparing everything he would need and had made the necessary phonecalls,placing the suitcase in the trunk of his car before he got in,he opened the garage door and drive out before closing it again,he sped down the road towards the main gate,which slid automatically open and close again.He drove casually towards the airport,choosing the shortest way possible with less traffic.He got to the airport with four minutes to spare where a man in a blue T-shirt and blue jeans was waiting for him.

He stepped out of the car and retrieved his suitcase from the trunk before he began walking towards the man.He nodded a greeting to him as he got closer before handing him the key to the car"take care of her"he said with a smile before continuing inside where he checked into his last minute flight and boarded the plane,his suitcase was taken to the plane as fast as possible as he made himself comfortable in first class"the thing the government will do to keep a monster silenced"he thought with a smile as he settled into his chair before the plane took off on a two hour flight to Houston,Texas.

@Pokemon18780 @RooibosInBlue @Derp6072 @FusionKnight (I'm really excited to do this! Also I'm subbed, so no need to ping)

The clouds hung low over Washington D.C., the setting sun casting a blood orange light over Sofya's large apartment building as she made her way back home. She adjusted her bag as she walked into the glossy building, almost smiling at the structure's sleek metal poles and curved glass windows stretching into the sky. She pressed the elevator door button going up, waving hello to her neighbor as she entered and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

Sofya unlocked her door and walked into her spacious apartment, flinging her bag across the sofa and waking up her phone. She found, to her confusion, a missed call. She never got calls; only texts or emails. She opened it, listening intently to the speaker on the other end. Houston? she thought. This call was not trustworthy. She knew what she had to do.

She quickly traced the call with ease, then looked up the exact location on her laptop, bending over to be level with the screen on the kitchen table. It happened to come from a small restaurant when Sofya was at work. She wondered why a restaurant would be calling her about this, how they knew she had been involved in this business. She had kept that part of her past secret, practically erased, and panic lanced through her body as she realized she was not the only one who knew about her.

Sofya didn't need to listen to the voicemail a second time, for she had already memorized its every word, the message echoing eerily through her mind. She thought about the possibility of going where the message told her. She did not want to 'be found', so she planned on beelining it to the restaurant instead. Driving her car would be the most inconspicuous route, but a plane would be much faster. Should she even be doing this? She had a life, a job, even some friends. She didn't want to abandon them. Oh, but the pull of working like she used to. A distraction from ordinary, boring life. She knew exactly what the caller had meant by a proposition, and even though she had a life right here in D.C., she wanted to take it.

Finding directions to Houston was easy enough, so was choosing what to bring on the trip. A few clothes, her laptop, some basic equipment in case she needed to do some infiltrating, and a gun. It all fit in a suitcase that she packed in the trunk of her Lincoln.

Sofya sat in the driver's seat, her laptop and phone out on the passenger seat. She was making calls at rest stops, checking appointments, making sure no one could trace her. She looked out the window, watching wisps of cloud fly by as she closed her computer with her right hand and continued driving the long, seemingly endless road. She didn't know what to expect from the caller, or who the caller was working for, but she was afraid to find out.

Josell