International Security

I guess you can tell, you can play as a spy.
Or a evil genius or henchman...or whatever.

You will fight (Or work for) a organization that wants to take over the world.
you can have a bit of fantasy...but please. No dragons.
Take's place in modern times and you can choose which side your on...Good...or evil?

I'm in, just set up what we need in a profile.

Name:
Age:
Good or evil:
If Good, which organization?: (EX) C.I.A., M16, USRB,)
If evil, Where is your base located?: ( Hawwai, Mountains, island, antartica are examples)
Great skill, Power, or trademark?:
Intention for world (Good or evil, What do you want to do for the world?)
History:
Any other information:
Personality:

You can Have two characters

Name: Caralena (Lena)

Age: 19 (really young for a spy, but they needed young)

Good or evil: Good

If Good, which organization?: Special Forces

If evil, Where is your base located?: Texas, but that is her home, they call her and ship her when she is needed.

Great skill, Power, or trademark?: She is a great actor and isn't afraid to go where others won't go. She is really pretty so she finds it easy to suduce people into getting the information she wants.

Intention for world: To get rid of all the bad guys??????

History: Orphaned at a young age because of a terrorist attack. She was put through the foster system and was raped and molested while in it. She started beating up her attackers and a guy from the special forces saw her one time and talked to his boss. He got custody of her after a year of fighting loop holes and convincing the president that they needed her. She was then adopted by the agent that saw her even though he wasn't married. She is now his 'little sister' at least that is how everyone that looks up her background sees. She was born into his family and such.
She was trained and is now one of the few agents that not many people know exists.

Any other information: Up for love, but other hten that I don't know of any.

Personality: She has a wall around her heart. She doesn't suduce friends but she doesn't have any other then her 'brother' and a few others. She is hard and cruel, at least until she trusts you. She can torture someone and not care about it. Especially if rape or molestation is something they have done. She can use anything as a weapon and has been trained sense she was thirteen years old.

Name: Atlas
Age: 23
Good or evil: Evil
Base of operations: Antartica
Trademark: Has a golden eye. Often carries around a Gold pistol.
Intention for the world: To control the world's finance
History: Born in Russia to US parents and spend 12 year's under the Communist watch. He was becoming a spy himself until a nasty incedient putted him without his left eye. But with illegal technolgy, They replaced the empty socket with a golden eye that can move objects just by simply staring at them. He escaped from the hospital and using his new power, he begins to takeover the world...
Other: Has a henchman ( I love henchmans!) called the freezer. Armed with a flame thrower that doesn't spit out flames..but a lquid that turn's anything it touch's into solid ice.
Personality: Is powerful and demanding, He hate's sterotypes and makes sure to cover his entire base up as a research station. He arms his base with 20 men who wear anything...which is mostly Coats and scarfs. He always make's sure his personnel get's the best care. But if one Betray's him, He will order the man into his office...the man is almost never seen again.

ghostwriter, do you just love being evil? casue i do!

Name: Marissa
Age: 21
Good or bad: Evil! (hehehe)
Trademark: crown
What she wants: errmmm havent figured that out yet so i guess wrold domination!
Power: ermmm horses!
History: Grew up in a bad family. father drunk, mom on drugs, only child. ummm decided she wanted to rule the world.
other: ^ 4 <3

*hehehehehehe soooo evil*
*smiles and scribbles name in big red pen as she thinks of a way to rule the world!*

1998...Moscow.

The painters began to paint on the walls.
Jack, the security guard, watched them closley...They seem pretty suspicus.

Suddenly one of the cameras went out. Jack looked at the rest of the cameras and saw that they were still working in the bank of the lobby.
Then one of the painters( strangly small for his age) looked into one of the cameras and that went off too.
They all went off as the painter stared at each of them.

Jack grabbed the radio and pressed the recievor.
" This is jack..."
" GET DOWN ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW!" A voice yelled out loud over the rececvor. then a gunshot was heard, then a clearly loud thump.
" Shit..." Jack gulped and then looked outside of his office where the vault is and turned on the emergency camera for the lobby.
The Camera revealed the Painter's holding shotguns, pistols, and many other weapons.
The painter that stared at the camera was standing at the counter looking at all the cashiers and then told them to get into the middle of the room.
Soon everybody was in the middle of the room.
Then the painter looked up to see the emergency camera. He smiled.
He waved his hand and the camera turned off.
" No..." Jack whimpered and then heard the pattering of footsteps.
He looked up and saw the painter stare at him before Jack was suddenly thrown into the bullet proof glass. The painter looked at Jack with a smile. He had a gold eye. Jack looked at it and then suddenly was thrown against the wall on the oppisite side. The painter walked into the office and looked at Jack straight in the eye...and shot him.


A few hours later...

Jack groaned as he was led out of the bank with a shattered ankle.
The painter chuckled and tapped the side of the van which contained about 5 billion dollar's worth of gold. And drove off.

Lena--

Lena slowly walked towards the wild stallion she had corraled on her property.

"Come on boy, you know you want this hay." She said in a sweet voice. He snorted and pawed at the ground. Her phone went off and the horse took off at a gallop. "This better be worth losing that horse." She growled as she looked at the phone.

"What?" She demanded,

"We need you to base, NOW!" A voice barked.

"I thought I was on vacation!" She hissed back.

"Sorry, now lets go." She heard the line go dead and she sighed. Making her way back to her own horse she road back to her house, jumped in her Ford Truck. She headed to the base and walked into the bosses office.

"Thank you for getting here quickly." The big man smiled,

"What do you want?" She demanded,

"You need to go undercover. We need to catch this guy." He said pushing a folder to her. She looked at the picture. The guy had a gold eye, she nodded.

"Alright, let me get my stuff. Have a plane ready in five minutes." She turned and left going to her locker. She packed clothes and then armed herself up. She had guns and knives hidden everywhere. She swung hte bag on her back and wlaked towards where the plane would be.



*THis will go somewhere if she can get in to where y'all are and ya. I'm up for whatever long as she doesn't die*




****Her truck http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/mytightride/SuperDutyFenderFlares.jpg******

Today...

Atlas looked out at the antartic and sighed.
He wanted to be the richest man in the world.
But this isn't exactly showing how rich he is...Stuck living in his own base in anartica, the last place you would look for in human life. With 20 men at his side and a nucleur reactor powering the whole base.
All it show's is that he doesn't want anyone finding out about this place.


Atlas looked from his perch and saw snow truck heading his way.
Oh yeah, he's covering up as a Research base. That just defines class.

He walked to the truck and looked at the driver...it was a lady.
" May I help you miss?"

Lena--

Lena looked at the guy through the window she had rolled down. She was still freezing with her heater on and layers and layers of clothes.

Stupid snow! She hissed mentally.

"Well, ya might be able to." She let her thick Texas accent stay put instead of changing it to something else. She ran a hand through her hair that was hanging in a lose pony tail at the nape of her neck. "You see, I was told there was a research base out here that needed someone that could deal with nusense I think was how they put it. I ain't never really done anything on this half of the conntenite but I did help on the western side with a base. The base I'm looking for wouldn't happen to be y'all, now would it?"




***All I could think of as an excuse. You didn't really help with putting them on the most destered conntent of the world. It really makes it hard for a spy to show up and fit in. ***

Atlas went inside and radioed the base down below." We got a new one men, And it's a female...yes, and it's pretty suspicius...keep guard. If she isn't on the computer list of people that are arriving...you know what to do."

Atlas helped the girl down from the truck and they went inside.
" So where are you from again?"
Atlas asked as he typed in some code's for the elevator down below.

Lena---

Lena had heard what he said on the radio, good thing they had been able to get in the computer data base and slip her in with a list of others.

"Texas." She replied flashing a smile, but crossing her arms. She waited for the elevator to open then stepped in memorizing the code she had seen him punch in the key pad. Not that I don't have a stinkin accent! She laughed in her head. She watched as the doors closed and the elevator started making it's decent. "And you, if ya don't mind my askin'."

" Hold on..Confiscation time."
He putted his gold pistol in a bin.
" Wait...what?"
" COnfiscation. It's something I installed so that way I know the person has a weapon."
" That's your way of finding out?"
" No, if the person hide's it from me, the sensor's will pick it up on your body and will instantly kill you on the spot by that small gun on the upper right."
The girl looked up at a camera with a small gun attached to it.
she groaned and putted her pistol in the bin as well.

Lena--

Lena was now glad she left most of her weapons in the truck, hidden to well for even stupid sensors to find.

"Do I need to take my knives off too?" She asked, he nodded and she pulled a total of five knives off different parts of her body. She left the dagger in her hair that just looked like it had held up a bun that had fallen down. He couldn't expect her to walk around unarmed. "Do I get those back after we get off this thing, cause if not I'm going back up. I'm not to fond of walking around without weapons surronded by people I don't know and have no reason to trust." She said crossing her arms and looking him square in the eyes.

Atlas Smiled.
" Why, of course you do...it will of course be in your locker...Which you will generously find them all empty and your knife's kept in a holster."
The girl growled." How old are you anyway, Miss....?"