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Decode

applications

application info.

Name:
first.middle.last
Nickname:
Alias|Codename:
Age:
Gender:
D.o.b:
P.o.b:
Ethnicity:
Sexuality:
Occupation:
Role:

Visage:
Weight:
Height:
Build:
Distinguished features:
Body Modifications:
Physical/health Ailments:
Attire:

Mentality:
Virtues:
Vices:
Mental Ailments:
Interests:
Disinterests:
Strengths/Skills:
Weaknesses:
Preferred Weapon:

Background:
Please do a minimum of two paragraphs for the bio.

Extra:
Hobbies:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Music:
Favorite Meal:

roles.

Leader

open

You are a CIA operative that went rogue on a mission resulting in multiple casualties. This was your final strike as you have had a reputation of not going by the books when it comes to missions and was up for termination. You were suddenly assigned to lead of group of criminals to execute dangerous missions across the world. You were not thrilled about the assignment, but as the leader you are learning to adapt to you newfound position with criminals as your comrades.

Second in Command

open

You are the one to take charge when the leader is not present for all the missions or terminated. You were a former underboss for a disbanded mafia gang after the boss was murdered in front of you. You are able to assist in conjugating plans for for the teams missions. You also tend to be the mediator and voice of reason for the team.

Bruiser

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You are low-life that worked as the brute strength for loan sharks. You would inflict violence onto others and their family members who owed money. You have been in numerous fights that you cant even count them on your fingers and toes and you have a very intimidating look. You tend to be the hit now ask questions later type of person and would always think with your fists instead of your brain in situations.

Larcenist

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You are an expert theft for hire whos' skills range from pickpocketing to requiring important documents. You are also skilled in lockpicking and safecracking. Your main employers are anonymous but you don't care as long as they hold up their end of the deal.

Artillerist

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You are an ex-military ops tasked with providing and equipping the members with special military grade weapon. A former weapons smuggler, the specialists has a list of trusted sellers to obtain guns, knives and ammunition from. You are also skilled in hand-to-hand combat but would prefer to use weapons as an extension of themselves.

Transporter

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You were a former race car driver that was dismissed after an accident on the track, the driver craved the need for speed after the incident and became a getaway driver for a series of grand thefts. You are skilled in multiple forms of transportation such as piloting and sailing, you are not an expert in close combat but can still handle yourself in a fight.

Doctor

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You are an incredibly skilled surgeon and medical specialist who toys with peoples lives for fun. As the doctor you possess a very twisted perception of what it means to be a "doctor", with you believing that as a doctor, it is your right and role to "play and toy with everyone's life", this includes your own. This belief being your prime motivation for your highly amoral and sadistic disposition towards others.

Hacker

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You are able to hack the most complex encryption algorithms with ease, and is highly skilled in using most computer and communications systems. You created your own hacking and security system to slip in a secure any fundings or files to be sold off to organizations for profit. You a convincing actor, able to talk your way out of some scenarios. You are also very attached to your electronics.

extra information.

Here is the character thread for the roleplay. In the spoiler below is the bbcode that I would like for whoever applies to use when creating their character. You can change the colors of the bbcode but do not change the template. Everyone is welcomed to create two characters max for the roleplay but please have them be the opposite sex. This means if you apply as the leader using a male then you would need to have your second character be a female. Do not feel discouraged if there is someone else creating a character for the role you applied for just do your best and have fun with it. I will have the deadline posted Sunday evening my time (PST). Once again, realistic faceclaims need to be used, AI generated images are prohibited.

Spoiler: Character Sheet Template

[comment]coded by xayah.ღ - change the border hexcode below to your accent color![/comment][/CENTER]

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--header: #1679AB;
--accent: #1679AB;
--text: #fff;
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basics: Arial;
section_titles: Oswald;
answers: Barlow;
subtitles: Ubuntu;
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[comment]/*OVERVIEW/BASICS*/[/comment]
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[comment]BASICS INFO IN A CUTE CRIMINAL PROFILE SUMMARY HERE[/comment]
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Name: first. middle.last
Nickname:
Alias|Codename:
Age:
Gender:
D.o.b:
P.o.b:
Ethnicity:
Sexuality:
Occupation:
Role:
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[comment]/*APPEARANCE*/[/comment]
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[comment]TRAITS/SHORT ANSWERS[/comment]
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[comment]DESCRIPTION[/comment]
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[border=0; height: 3%; width: 13%; float: right; color: var(--text); line-height: 0; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;][font=Ubuntu]notes[/font][/border]
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[comment]/*PERSONALITY*/[/comment]
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[comment]LIST OF TRAITS[/comment]
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[comment]DESCRIPTION[/comment]
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[comment]MISCELLANEOUS[/comment]
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[comment]/*BACKGROUND*/[/comment]
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[comment]TIMELINE/DESCRIPTION[/comment]
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[comment]ADDITIONAL INFO[/comment]
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[comment]DESCRIPTION[/comment]
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Extra information:
Hobbies:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Music:
Favorite Meal:
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[border=0; height: fit-content; width: 100px; margin: auto; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 0; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px;]coded by xayah.ღ [/border][/comment]coded by xayah.ღ

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If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask me and HAVE FUN!! I can't wait to see what you guys cook up.​

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[The Architect 50000]

Name: Aaron Clay Moore

Nickname: Helm
Alias|Codename: Messenger
Age: 24
Gender: Male
D.o.b: 9/5
P.o.b: Texas
Ethnicity: White
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: CIA agent and youtuber.
Role: Second-in-command.

Visage: No one has seen their face other than the scientists and their ex-wife.
Weight: 199 pounds.
Height: 6 feet tall.
Build: Average soldier build.
Distinguished features: Their always worn in public helmet and one arm moves more stifly than the other.
Body Modifications: They basically are a super soldier with a cybernetic arm.
Physical/health Ailments: They have a horrifying looking head because of partialy failed experimentation to make them a super soldier.
Attire: A white tuxedo and helmet.

Mentality: They are very intelligent but don't talk much to others because of their failed modifications.
Virtues: They are very good.
Vices: Guns and gems.
Mental Ailments: Anxiety
Interests: Guns, gems, baking, and writing.
Disinterests: Work because he can't do his hobbies.
Strengths/Skills: Sniping and diversions
Weaknesses: Close range.
Preferred Weapon: Snipers, LMGs, Tactical Rifles, and Pistols

Background:
They were a part of a mafia group that acted like Robin Hood in which they take from the rich and give to the poor. Their gang was infiltrated by another mafia group and all of the members were killed except for one man who was barely alive when he had gotten to the hospital. At the hospital they had to remove his left arm but they replaced it with a cybernetic one. He also had been recruited to the CIA after he was realeased.
He joined eagerly and has been loyal to the CIA ever since. He takes his job with the CIA so intensly that they send him on missions to get him out of their hair temporarily. He always comes back alive though. He is that good at stealth missions. He has even saved the president once or twice.
Extra:
Hobbies: Collecting gems, guns, baking, and writing.
Favorite Color: Ruby
Favorite Music: EDM
Favorite Meal: Sushi

 

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overview

Name: Lucius Falk Holmqvist
Nickname: Luci
Alias|Codename:
Age: Thirty-Two
Gender: Cis-male
D.o.b: May 17th 1991
P.o.b: Sunsvall, Sweden
Ethnicity: Swedish
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Bookstore Owner
Role: The Artillerist

appearance

6'1

height

200lbs

weight

Sandy brown

hair color

Pale

skin tone

Hazel

eyes

Mads Mikkelsen

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It is noted that Lucius has pale soft skin with multiple cuts and burn marks scattered across his body. He has majority of the time wet and slicked back sandy brown hair that stops at the nape of his neck and a messy stubble beard covering his chiseled jawline with high cheekbones and plump lips. A scar on the bridge of his nose is documented due to being punched in the face. A small chunk of cartilage of his left ear is documented as removed due to being hit by a bullet. Modifications include, pierced ears, a large unappealing tattoo that covers his entire upper torso along with a tattoo on his left calf and another one on the sole of his right foot.

notes

mentality

Versatile

Intelligent

Improvisor

adaptable

vulgar

unpredictable

lunatic

facetious

It is sometimes unclear if Lucius is truly insane or only exceptionally good at pretending he is (or a combination of the two). He is stated as having paranoid delusions and intermittent memory loss. However, he does mention he "feels sane" when he is alone with his plethora of weapons or when he is assigned to a target. The symptoms of his "insanity" vary from self-identification with fictional characters, hallucinations, and belief in the "intelligence" of inanimate objects, among others. Conversations with him are always left with confusion. He has a very vulgar attitude and isn't afraid to voice his opinions and thoughts. Lucifer enjoys making people uncomfortable with his comments. Both highly intellectual and downright lucrative, Lucius is a walking highly-trained sociopath. He is detached from emotions and has a difficult time conveying and receiving them. He doesn't consider himself apathetic, he just struggles with connecting with others. In situations that need to be taken seriously, Lucifer's coping mechanism is being facetious and sarcastic. Lucius lives his life on the edge and isn't afraid to die. He has faced many internal demons and sufferers from PTSD throughout his life that hardly anything fazes him. There are times when he welcomes death with open arms. Being a madman doesn't make him a unethical, he is always loyal to his employees at his shop. His personal life is still a secret from the members and he continues to keep it private for fear of seeing one or more killed. He does not express his admiration and appreciation for the family but is a dependable ally.

mental ailments

Lucius suffers from PTSD due to the abused he endured as a child and while in the military.

likes

literature/fine arts| alcohol|clean environments| felines| shooting ranges| cartoons

dislikes

egotistical people| phone notifications/emails| geese| jammed/dulled weapons| being crossed/betrayed

fears

He has a fear of hospitals primarily psychiatric hospitals because of the "treatments" he was subjected to after being discharged from the marines. He has emetophobia and will visibly become ill and freaked out at the sight of vomit. The sound and sight of a person going to vomit causes himself to want to vomit. The dude also has a fear of geese which is honestly a normal fear to have amongst people. Like who wouldn't be afraid to have a bird with razor sharp teeth and black air force energy choose you as their target.

skills

• Even though Lucius is skilled primarily in weapons and their knowledge of them, he is skilled in hand-to-hand combat due to his training and service in the marine corp.
• He is multilingual in swedish, english, spanish, chinese and more. Lucius actually has extensive knowledge of various subjects and keeps up on current events, showing a genius-level aptitude.
• He has a photographic memory.

weaknesses

TBD

personal weapon

TBD

background

childhood

Insert history here

present

Insert history here

ADDITIONAL INFO

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Extra information:
Hobbies:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Music:
Favorite Meal:

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overview

Name: Westley Allen Jennings
Nickname: Wes Alias|Codename: Painkiller
Age: 35
Gender: Cis-Male
D.o.b: November 2nd,1989
P.o.b: Albany, New York
Ethnicity: American
Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Trauma Surgeon
Role: The Doctor

appearance

6'2"

height

172 lbs

weight

Dirty Blonde

hair color

Pale

skin tone

Blue

eyes

Jesse Spencer

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Lanky and lean, Dr. Jennings is rather lacking in the toned muscle department. After the loss of his daughter, and divorce, Wes has given less and less attention to his appearance, often sporting a constant five o clock shadow. He often is seen in casual dress clothes, button down t-shirts, and black or khaki dress pants. If he's on duty, he sports an old lab coat or a variety of scrubs. His dirty blonde hair is often messy, stray strands almost constantly in his face. He has a tattoo of the words 'Do No Harm' on the inside of his forearm. He has a scar on his right cheek from a bike accident when he was seven, and several small scars across his knuckles from surgical blade mishaps. Physically, he suffers from chronic asthma, and has an allergy to penicillin's and shellfish.

notes

mentality

Witty

Conceited

Precise

Indulgent

Charming

Wrathful

Tactful

Manipulative

Westley Jennings could better be described as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide. One minute, he has the calm, charming, perfect smile of a professional surgeon. He has jokes. He has witty comebacks. He is cool and collected. He likes to look at any situation from all angles, often taking his time to tackle problems with a surgical precision. He doesn't settle for anything less than perfect, even when doing something as simple as basic sutures. On the other hand, he has learned how to mask his sadistic and twisted personality from the world. In his eyes, he's gifted. He's the epitome of humanity, and only he can bring it back from it's ugly destructive nature. Wes holds grudges, and he will act upon them. Nobody is innocent, and everyone must pay for their sins. Wes doesn't feel bad about the pain he inflicts, because they deserve it. Pain is a way of life, and only through pain, can change truly occur. Mistakes stop happening when humanity realizes a true consequence of their actions. Relationships are hard for him to truly grasp anymore, especially after the divorce from his wife. Everyone feels ugly and disgusting to him, and all of their flaws are on display. He feels a constant need to fix them, or guide them to fix them. He holds the power to end life, and bring it back from the depths, and he feels that everyone should owe him some kind of gratitude. Suffering brings him joy. He likes to watch the life drip free from someone, watching them slip past life's veil, and then be brought back to the living to see his face as they realize they are alive. There's a beautiful beauty in getting what he wants as well. It's always all about him...He's God, after all.

mental ailments

multiple personality/borderline personality disorder, severe god-complex, intermittent explosive disorder

likes

classical music, camping, cleanliness, screams of pain, swimming, the precision of a ten-blade surgical scalpel, biology, reading, going to the dentist, art galleries.

dislikes

injustices, the taste of anything banana, small talk, being bored, rap music, reality television, loud noises, the ocean.

fears

his own death, flying, snakes

skills

first-aid, trauma surgery, knowledge of poisons and venoms, anatomy and physiology, torture techniques

weaknesses

Hand to hand combat, brute strength, street-smarts, human connection.

personal weapon

Knives, throwing or surgical. A small Glock G43X-Semi Auto. Poisons.

background

childhood

"Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows." - Galatians 6:7

Born in upper state New York, Westley Jennings arrived as an only child on a bitter snowy morning to Terrence and Portia Jennings. His father, Terrence, was an emergency room doctor, devout Christian follower, and a very strict father. Westley was forced to attend church every Sunday, and devout his life to becoming a pious man. Wes highly regarded his father, as many of the other members of the community did in times of desperate need. Outwardly, he appeared to be an hero to those he healed, but internally, he was violent and easily agitated. Not a hair could be out of place, nor a wrinkle in their clothing, or else he was deemed to be the greatest disappointment to not only his family, but to Jesus Christ himself. Wes only wanted his father to be proud of him, and at an early age, declared that he wanted to practice medicine, just like his father. He took books out of the library that were way too advanced for him to study anatomy. He often snuck out of the house, while his mother was busy with laundry or cooking dinner, and found the local stray cat population to practice his craft.

The first time he came home with bloodied fingers, his mother fainted in the kitchen, and he was given the wrath of God. His father was quick to try and cover up the sudden appearance of poor mutilated woodland creatures with stitches in their stomachs, or wrapped broken legs. Wes was quickly enrolled in therapy by the time he was ten years old. The terrible part of what he had done never truly hit him though. When the creatures cried, he felt like a savior. They were in pain, and he was going to fix it. He was going to fix them. Pain was temporary, but they'd remember it. There was some semblance of joy that he felt, that he could do so much more if he could take away that little bit of pain. He at least realized at that young age that perhaps he shouldn't have been so open with what he had been doing, but he never forgot that brief bit of adrenaline that came with the screams of pain, the screams for help, and he was there to fix it all. The older he grew, the more agitated that he grew with his father, and with the religion he practiced. His father healed the sick, but he didn't heal the mind. He didn't heal them truly. People would continue to hurt unless they were taught a lesson. Therapy only made him aggravated, but he quickly began to develop a front to hide what was really going on behind the scenes of his mind. He would be a good pious child. He would go to church. He would listen...but it did not change that lingering thought in the back of his mind...that he was meant for something greater than this. It was no surprise when he applied for a pre-med program after high school, and no shock when he applied to medical school.

present

Halfway through medical school, Westley met a woman. Annalisa Rose Layton. She was another promising young doctor, one who wanted to specialize in orthopedics. It seemed like a match made in heaven. He wanted to specialize in one of the most intense specialties, one that saw the most grievous injuries and the most pain, trauma. Trauma brought enough broken bones for the both of them, but Annalisa brought something else for Wes. In her, he saw that she could do no harm. She was kind, gentle, his own personal angel. She calmed that fire in him that he felt to fix everything, because...he felt she didn't need to be fixed. Near the end of their third year of medical school, they had bought been selected to the same hospital for their clinicals, and he asked her out. A year later, he was proposing, and a year after that, she was pregnant with their daughter, Marlene. Wes and Annalisa celebrated graduating medical school with the birth of Marlene. Both were lucky enough to be selected for residences at one of the top level one trauma centers in New York state.

Wes vowed that he wouldn't be like his father. He wouldn't put the fear of God into someone so young. He loved his daughter. Just like Annalisa, he didn't think there could be so much anger and hurt in the world when she was walking through it. Her laughter was like a ray of sunshine in his heart.

It only took two bastards to fuck it all up.

Marlene was only two.

He was at the hospital when it happened. Barely asleep in the sleep room for surgeons. Annalisa was out of town on a conference, which left the child with an overnight babysitter while he was on-call. Two armed men broke into their home. The police determined they must have been waiting for both of them to not be home, but that wasn't enough. The babysitter had tried to call 911, but they had slit her throat in a fit of panic. Thinking they were alone, they started to raid the home of anything of value...and when Marlene woke in her bed, crying from a nightmare, they had panicked further...

The world was shit. The light that Annalisa and Marlene brought to his life quickly faded. The police couldn't do anything. Yes, it was a double homicide, but there was no evidence, no clear motive, no enemies that he had made. They had no leads. It would be a cold case, and that wasn't good enough for Wes. He took matters into his own hands, because someone had to suffer. Someone had to be cut. An eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. He did his own investigation, dedicating all of his time and efforts into discovering who murdered his daughter in cold blood, which only put a strain on his marriage. Annalisa couldn't live with the thoughts anymore. Their divorce was quickly filed in the short months that followed the murder. Annalisa moved out rather quickly. Wes became bitter, cold, and angry at the world.

It was when there was another break in at a house down the road, did Wes finally get his lead, and his career as part vigilante/part surgeon began. Any free time he spent outside of the hospital was dedicated to bringing pain. Even as a surgeon, he started to become less and less caring, and more and more cold. Nobody suffered more than he did. Nobody was in worse pain than he was, and he had to make them believe it. The innocents, who knew nothing of what it was like to suffer, would suffer because he said so. These people who killed his daughter did not control life and death, and he would make it known.

One year after her death, he found them, and he was beyond ecstatic to make them bleed. He had spent the better part of his year tracking patterns and movements, analyzing patterns, and researching criminals. So when he appeared in the house that the two bastards that had flipped his world upside down, he made himself known. A little chloroform later, and a bit of stolen equipment from the hospital, he had set up his own operating theater in the basement of his home. He strapped them down, and he grew lost in his anger and thoughts, slicing and cutting at skin, repeatedly stitching and pulling thread loose to hear them scream, and it all went to his head. He was God. He was their God. They pleaded for him to stop, and he was the only one who could make it so. He could get use to it. His first two victims were the ones who deserved it the most, the ones who killed his daughter, and after that, he grew found of looking for the scum of the Earth, or even just the innocents who had screwed up one too many times. The drug addicts that were left in the streets, the homeless who had thrown their lives away. He was a vigilante. He wasn't a bad guy. He was God. He was cleansing the Earth. Not all of them needed to die, just the ones who didn't value their life. He was a doctor. One who could save the Earth. All doctors had this power. This power to heal and cleanse and breathe the life back into the sick. Why did none of the other surgeons want to embrace this?

His god-complex started to drift into his surgical career. The drunk drivers that came in with splitting migraines? He took extra time grabbing their pain medication. The motorists who weren't wearing seatbelts? He might have pressed extra hard during an examination for internal injuries. The world was an absolute shit show, and he was the healer, the God of it all, and the one people thanked to mend their suffering, but if he didn't make it more painful, more scary, would they really learn? Would they really care more about themselves? Their screams brought back that adrenaline high into him, and it brought back that serotonin that he so greatly missed...from his daughter's laugh.

So when the invitation arrived from the CIA, notifying him that they knew exactly what he did in his own free time, as well as on the clock, and they wanted him? Of course, they would want God himself. He was fantastic at what he did. How could he resist? He'd get paid to have fun? To listen to people scream? Seriously, how could he actually resist?

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Extra information:
Hobbies:
Reading and researching medical techniques, watching documentaries, going to opera houses.

Favorite Color:
Green

Favorite Music:
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

Favorite Meal:
Braised pork belly and a glass of chardonnay

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Name: celeste de luca
Nickname: essie
Alias|Codename: casanova
Age: 27
Gender: cis-female
D.o.b: 13/06
P.o.b: naples, italy
Ethnicity: italian
Sexuality: bisexual
Occupation: dog walker
Role: the larcenist

appearance

5"7

height

130lbs

weight

cadmium green

hair color

porcelain

skin tone

olive green

eyes

Elżbieta "Ela" Bosak

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Celeste is fit and moderately tall; most of her body is littered in small scrapes and scars, with one major scar that starts from her nape and goes to the small of her back. Her skin is rough and calloused and she's missing her left pinky finger. her other fingers have purple painted fingernails, although the polish is chipped.

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psyche

independent

liberated

rebellious

prideful

fast

passionate

—outerself ; Laidback with a carefree attitude, Celeste is almost always joking and messing around. She's got a sweet and convincing way of speaking and can talk her way out of almost anything. However, she is also very insecure and reacts badly when you mention her childhood or career, or imply she's a bad person. Celeste has very little regard for authority figures and easily oversteps boundaries as she puts herself forward as over-confident. Despite that, she doesn't like being close to people and will flake on them easily.

—innerself ; Celeste is hyper-focused on the fact she's a bad person and is almost scared of her past. She knows when to be serious and put her foot down to be intimidating, but she would rather not. not again. She has terrible parent issues and often wishes she never started pickpocketing. Celeste is easily attached to people who can be viewed as a parental figure.

mental ailments

kleptomaniac

likes

animals, camel straights, comedies, concerts, money, card games

dislikes

the cold, being alone, funerals, liars, children, green grapes

fears

fear of never seeing and disappointing her parents & losing freedom

strengths

agility, people skills, bilingual, noiseless

weaknesses

stubborn, hard to read, insubordinate, not loyal, flakey

weapons

glock 19 and a swiss army knife

background

pre-ICOA

growing up poor in one of the most visited tourist cities almost forced celeste into pickpocketing. at first, she'd do it occasionally, after school- then, it'd become something she'd look forward to. her grades slipped, she got involved with terrible groups of people, and, before long, she was out of high school and pickpocketing full-time. when that stopped giving her a rise and her parents kicked her out of their home, she'd band together with other criminals and start robbing civilians at knife point, and then she'd sneak into their homes.

one unfortunate day during a home burglary she shot an innocent man fatally.

from then on, her life changed as she escaped the country and her kleptomania became a job. celeste was no longer robbing people with some snotty dirtbags, she had a business going and was racking in cash.
however, the innocent man would never leave her mind.

post-ICOA

tba

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Hobbies:
Favorite Colour: green
Favorite Music: Appalachian
Favorite Meal:

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Name: Peking Eliot Brenner
Nickname: Pek, King, Ellie
Alias|Codename: Tabby
Age: 34
Gender: Female
D.O.B: November 25th
P.O.B: Washington D.C.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Homosexual
Occupation: CIA Agent
Role: The Leader

appearance

5'4"

height

121 lbs

weight

red

hair color

fair-pale

skin tone

blue

eyes

jessica chastain

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Peking is sort of described as oddly beautiful, with her ginger hair and steel blue eyes that could probably melt stone. She's a decent build, which comes from years upon years in the field nonstop. She has no tattoos, a scar on the back of her right shoulder from when she last crossed the line, and a few beauty marks on her arms. She oftentimes has freckles dotting her shoulders and face in the summer.

notes

mentality

ambitious

impulsive

brave

irritable

practical

sarcastic

smart

snarky

Peking has gotten into her fair share of trouble both in and out of her work. She's never been one to follow the aforementioned rules, preferring to bend or even break them if the opportunity arises. Caring for the rules, she believes, requires much more work than she believes is required. She figures if the rules get in the way of justice, then the rules don't mean a damn thing.

mental ailments

none

likes

cats, her wife, salt, red wine, the occasional cigarette

dislikes

the rules, the higher ups, being annoyed, anything being forced on her, fireworks

fears

the dark, drowning

skills

analysis, weapons handling

weaknesses

impulsive, ambitious

personal weapon

glock 26

background

childhood

Peking was born the second child and only daughter of Hannah and Marshall Brenner. She has an older brother, Orion, and her parents had another son, her brother Rodney, when she was about two years old. A tomboy by trade, she was more interested in shoving over boys twice her size and solving her problems with her fists than having tea parties. Despite these problems, she had a clean attendance record and incredible grades, leading to her initiation into the CIA.

present

By the age of twenty one, she had already proven to her supporters her abilities as a CIA asset, and her opponents her weaknesses as a liability. It didn't really matter much, as she grew up and away from her brothers and family, and met and married Shelby Kros, an up and coming biochemist at the time. As time went on, she kept bending the rules, pissing off superiors, so on, so forth, until finally they had enough of her. On her third strike, she was given a choice, wrangle these goons, or be booted from the CIA. She chose goon wrangling, and now she is here.

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Extra information:
Hobbies: Drinking wine, watching television, listening to her wife talk about her work
Favorite Color: Red (and sometimes white)
Favorite Music: Country and Folk
Favorite Meal: Fish and Chips

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Name: Devin Walsh
Nickname: Dev
Alias|Codename:Red Eye
Age: 28
Gender: Male
D.o.b: July 23 1996
P.o.b: Fife, Scotland
Ethnicity: Afro-Caribbean
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Mechanic
Role: The Transporter

appearance

6'0"

height

180 lbs

weight

Auburn

hair color

Tan brown

skin tone

Hazel

eyes

Phillip B. Williams

faceclaim

Devin has a gentle build. He is tall and his muscles are firm but they aren't particularly bulky or impressive. His build is athletic thanks to his time as a race car driver; he worked hard not to let himself go after the accident. While not particularly strong, he has a good deal of stamina and can take a pretty good amount of damage.

Despite working in the mechanic shop, he takes care to make sure that he keeps himself clean and whenever not in his work clothes, his outfits can be considered business-casual. He keeps his hair and outfits neat and keeps himself well-groomed.

His eyes constantly have a distant look, as if he's never really fully present, however, he does take his time to enjoy moments when they come. .

notes

mentality

Adaptive

Cautious

Disciplined

Meticulous

Observant

Overthinker

Relentless

Tactful

Simply put, Devin is a man that does not like failure, he loathes it actually. And, as such, he does everything in his power to prevent it. In some cases, it means going over the same plan several times in his head to make sure there are no loopholes, other times it means coming up with so many backup plans that we run out of letters of the alphabet for them. He believes in preparation and that there is no such thing as being too prepared.

However, he also believes that it's never over until you give up. So, even when plans go off the rails, even when nothing seems to be working, even when things seem impossible, he is always looking for a way out, looking for an escape. He is the type of person that will keep trying and trying as long as he is able. His hatred - and maybe even fear - of failure pushes him not to ever accept giving up as an option, even in situations where it is likely the best/safest/most logical thing to do.

mental ailments

here Devin suffers from chronic insomnia, which feeds his overthinking habits. It is not, however, clear whether the insomnia started due to his nightmares about his crash or due to his looming fear of failure.

likes

Board games | Card Games| Cold nights | Desserts | Hiking | Long runs | Peace and quiet | Tinkering

dislikes

Being interrupted | Being told he can't do something | Disorderliness| Loud noises |Rain | Sour foods | Tardiness

fears

Devin has a ripe fear of failure. He says he just dislikes it, but he is genuinely afraid of it. That fear of failure pushes him to do whatever he needs to do in order to succeed, even if it means putting others in danger.

skills

Cartography | Climbing | Driving | Drone flying | Piloting | Sailing | Surveillance | Vehicle repair

weaknesses

Bad with tech | Close combat | Perpetual low energy | Ranged combat | Uptight

personal weapon

Pocket knife and multitool

background

childhood to accident

Devin grew up with parents that emphasized that someone is always watching. It didn't matter if you knew them or not, if you could see them or not, someone was always watching. And, as the son of a public figure, "someone is always watching" was translated as "you always have to be perfect". Never a wrinkle in his clothes, never a hair out of place, never a bad grade. He was the child every parent wanted. He was also friendly enough to make a couple rather close friends and the three of them were inseparable and unstoppable.

His parents allowed him the luxury of choosing his own friends, but the rest of his life was laid out for him, especially his career. He was to study to become a mechanical engineer at the top school in his state and, like the obedient boy he was, that is exactly what he did. College was the first time he had spent even a single night that wasn't under his parent's roof. He didn't, however, suddenly rebel against everything is parents had taught him - he respected them a little too much for that. However, his eyes were opened to see that there is so much more in and to the world than he initially thought. This was the first time he realized just how tight of a bubble his family had kept him in and he was jealous of the others in his classed.

When it was close to graduation, he got an internship with the US F1 team to work on their cars and he accepted it with a wide smile. He spent two years working for them and, in his fourth year, while he was doing a test run for one of the cars, one of the driver's - who would later become Devin's closest friend, Sam - called out to him. Sam felt that Devin was wasting his talents and should be behind the wheel of the car itself. After a few more test drives and qualifiers, a year later, Devin was officially one of the drivers for the US F1 team. He couldn't be prouder and his dad, even despite initial reluctance, was just as proud as well.

For the next three years, his life was going perfect and he was exceling in every way. Then there was that fateful day. Devin was running late because of immense traffic and so, he didn't have the time to do his regular pre-drive check of the car. He knew that the mechanics did always did it, but he always liked double-checking. On this day, the mechanics had missed something. The car didn't even make it three laps before something exploded under the car and sent it flying in the air.

In that moment, Devin replayed all the events that led to him being here. The traffic, the being late, the not checking the car, if he could have beaten all three of these, he might have been able to finish the race. He might have won. Now? He wasn't even sure he was going to survive the next couple seconds. Thankfully, when the car landed, it landed right-side-up and spun out unto the grass. Devin was stuck there, trying desperately to process what had just happened, to make sense of it. And the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. At himself, at his father...at the mechanics. The mechanics rushed over to try and get Devin out of the car and the first one to reach him was met with a punch straight across the face. Devin took his anger out on the mechanics, after all, it was their negligence that almost cost his life. It took three officials to pull him off the mechanics, but by then, the damage had already been done. His career was over.

present

After the accident, Devin cut all ties to his family, his friends, everything he knew. It was all a prison and he was breaking out of it. He was going to find his own way. He took off his beard, took out his braids and cut his hair down, he made himself unrecognizable from who he once was. Not knowing where else to start, he opened up Dev's Auto Repair. He had made enough money from his time in the F1 to be set for the next couple of years, but he needed something to keep himself busy, to keep his mind quiet. The Auto shop was that thing. His life wasn't necessarily exciting, but it was at least normal. However, he needed the excitement, he'd gotten addicted to it.
Then it happened. One day, he came across what he later found out to be a shake down. However, all he saw was two men get out of a car and start harassing a much weaker man. Something came over him in that moment. He was going to stop this. He knew he couldn't beat the two men in a fight, but he could still do something. Before he could think himself out of it, he ran up to their car, hopped in and started speeding off. Not a second later and two cars started following him immediately. This was when he realized he had messed up, but he was committed at this point. However, with three cars driving at high speeds and endangering the lives of the other road users, the police tend to get involved. Yet, Devin still didn't stop.
He kept driving, using his knowledge of the area to take and even create shortcuts; using his skills as an F1 driver to handle his speed; it was like his whole life led him to this moment. A for most, being chased down by both criminals and the police is deeply unfavorable, but the way his heart was pumping; the way his head was constantly on a swivel; the way all attention was on him...Devin couldn't have loved anything more. Somehow, he managed not only to outrun the two parties chasing him, but to make sure the police caught the two cars that were after him. When the heat had died down, he threw the plates off the car and drove it silently back to the repair shop.
The next day, four cars surrounded the repair shop and trained guns at him. Apparently, he'd stolen the car from a prominent criminal empire and apparently, prominent criminal empires keep trackers in their cars. However, it isn't everyday you find a driver that can evade the cops and pin someone else instead. It just so happened that he was just the kind of person the crime boss was looking for, so we was given a choice: either he joined up with them and worked off the debt he owed for getting eight of their men arrested, or he died on the spot. It wasn't much of a choice really. And so that was how he started his life of crime. Since then, he has broadened his skillset to all forms of transportation, given that they also hired him as a smuggler. His debt was paid a long time ago, but the boss refused to let him go. After all, not a single one of the missions he was assigned to had failed, the boss couldn't give away such a valued asset. And so, here is he, a prisoner once more.

ADDITIONAL INFO

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Extra information:
Hobbies: Hiking, late night drives, skydiving
Favorite Color: Green
Favorite Music: Classical music and dubstep
Favorite Meal: Apple pie and a milkshake

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