Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 19:21:13 GMT -5
(Our guy’s are assassins. They both are at the top of their agencies and have mutual respect towards each other. In fact, they have a sort of cat and mouse game they play with each other. Being both amazing assassins they take turns being the cat and mouse. Over the years that they known each other (with my guy having been an assassin for a couple years more than yours), they’ve developed feelings for each other but neither have acted on it. When the two are sent away from their individualagency because they are in grave danger, will they finally act on their feelings for each other?
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Villain Name: Death's Hand
Secret Identity: Kyle Mason
Age- 24
Affiliation/s: Acrane Agency Assassin
Abilities: Enhanced strength, speed, and eyesight. Death is known for using two long and black bladed swords. They seem to cut through things like they're butter.
Personality: When it comes to Cage’s personality… It’s surprisingly warm, for being everybody's worst nightmare. But it is true. He encourages the younger recruits and shows clear respect towards other older assassins. The reason? Contacts. Cage can change his outward attitude to match pretty much anyone he meets. It is huge for assassins to have great contacts and for this reason, Cage works to have the very best at his disposal. Interestingly, he is rather patient about it too. However like all assassins, he had an icy side. A side no one dares touch. For that side usually ends up with the targets vanishing into thin air.
Biography: Cage is Asian, born from a Chinese woman and man. He spent his early childhood in China. When he was 8, Cage was taken from his home and familiar surrounds- by a slaver group, to the black markets in Russia. Before he reached his 9th birthday Cage had done… unspeakable things. It changed him, made him hard but, also stronger and it made it worth the pain. A faint scar now is upon his face, cutting down his left eye to stop on his upper lip. His soot black hair is haphazardly cut, rumored to have been cut with just a knife. While in fact it is cut by his own dagger, when it gets what he thinks is too long. Cage’s eyes are dark brown, almost black. They hold little to no emotion. He does not see emotions as a weakness like so many do, he just prefers to keep his emotions under a wrap. During the spell in Russia he gained many tattoos, most of which are on his chest and back and are different words and names. He has yet to explain what all the various words and names mean to him, if anything at all.
The assassin was rescued from Russia when he was 16. Still young but, always very… dark. Most assassins saw him as broken at first and wondered why they bothered rescuing him. Cage gave them their answer soon after he heard of their objections. In what manner? Well, those louder ones have still yet to turn up. Since he came to the agency he has risen quickly in rank and so respect. In fact, at 20 many believed one day soon he would challenge their director and beat him, in turn take his place. But Cage had made it abundantly clear to the Director that he has not a single wish for that. The assassin wanted absolutely nothing to do with leading. He was solo and that was that.
Other Info: None at the moment...
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Death's hand has been up since before sunrise. Now he was jogging around the perimeter of the average size island, his feet bare as they splashed into the edge of the ocean water. Slowly coming to a stop, he brushed his black hair from his face and stretched. Relaxing his muscles, Death's dark eyes roamed around the empty area around him, before finally settling on the ocean waves. The male's face was blank as he gazed out at the endless water. On the inside however, he actually felt... nice. Unguarded in fact, though in the depths of his mind he was still alert of the fact that he wasn't alone here and there was a group out to kill him but... ya know, unguarded.
Breathing in the salt water air, he titled his head just slightly as a noise behind reached him. Then he straightened with a faint smirk. "Good morning, my friend. I hope you slept well," he spoke with a slight drawl. Then the trained assassin turn around, arms crossing over his chest as he gazed emotionless at his fellow assassin, friend, and deep down secret love interest.
To join please be able to write at minimum 1 paragraph (about 8 sentences). More is welcome. Also, please fill out a forum like mine.
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Villain Name: Death's Hand
Secret Identity: Kyle Mason
Age- 24
Affiliation/s: Acrane Agency Assassin
Abilities: Enhanced strength, speed, and eyesight. Death is known for using two long and black bladed swords. They seem to cut through things like they're butter.
Personality: When it comes to Cage’s personality… It’s surprisingly warm, for being everybody's worst nightmare. But it is true. He encourages the younger recruits and shows clear respect towards other older assassins. The reason? Contacts. Cage can change his outward attitude to match pretty much anyone he meets. It is huge for assassins to have great contacts and for this reason, Cage works to have the very best at his disposal. Interestingly, he is rather patient about it too. However like all assassins, he had an icy side. A side no one dares touch. For that side usually ends up with the targets vanishing into thin air.
Biography: Cage is Asian, born from a Chinese woman and man. He spent his early childhood in China. When he was 8, Cage was taken from his home and familiar surrounds- by a slaver group, to the black markets in Russia. Before he reached his 9th birthday Cage had done… unspeakable things. It changed him, made him hard but, also stronger and it made it worth the pain. A faint scar now is upon his face, cutting down his left eye to stop on his upper lip. His soot black hair is haphazardly cut, rumored to have been cut with just a knife. While in fact it is cut by his own dagger, when it gets what he thinks is too long. Cage’s eyes are dark brown, almost black. They hold little to no emotion. He does not see emotions as a weakness like so many do, he just prefers to keep his emotions under a wrap. During the spell in Russia he gained many tattoos, most of which are on his chest and back and are different words and names. He has yet to explain what all the various words and names mean to him, if anything at all.
The assassin was rescued from Russia when he was 16. Still young but, always very… dark. Most assassins saw him as broken at first and wondered why they bothered rescuing him. Cage gave them their answer soon after he heard of their objections. In what manner? Well, those louder ones have still yet to turn up. Since he came to the agency he has risen quickly in rank and so respect. In fact, at 20 many believed one day soon he would challenge their director and beat him, in turn take his place. But Cage had made it abundantly clear to the Director that he has not a single wish for that. The assassin wanted absolutely nothing to do with leading. He was solo and that was that.
Other Info: None at the moment...
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Death's hand has been up since before sunrise. Now he was jogging around the perimeter of the average size island, his feet bare as they splashed into the edge of the ocean water. Slowly coming to a stop, he brushed his black hair from his face and stretched. Relaxing his muscles, Death's dark eyes roamed around the empty area around him, before finally settling on the ocean waves. The male's face was blank as he gazed out at the endless water. On the inside however, he actually felt... nice. Unguarded in fact, though in the depths of his mind he was still alert of the fact that he wasn't alone here and there was a group out to kill him but... ya know, unguarded.
Breathing in the salt water air, he titled his head just slightly as a noise behind reached him. Then he straightened with a faint smirk. "Good morning, my friend. I hope you slept well," he spoke with a slight drawl. Then the trained assassin turn around, arms crossing over his chest as he gazed emotionless at his fellow assassin, friend, and deep down secret love interest.