A Different Kind of Storybook

*Ooh... This sounds very interesting indeed...*

Name: Maijorie (Ma-shory) Gensitine

Age: 23

Country: Rome

Organization: SIS or M16

Appearance: Maijorie's wavy blue-black hair is usually covered by a dark beret. She can be seen in blue jeans and a black, spaghetti-strap t-shirt with a long-sleeved fishnet shirt over it. Her light gray eyes typically have a pair of sunglasses over them. She has a slim waist line and a curvy shape.

Personality: Sly and normally quiet, Maijorie has very good eyes and takes everything she hears and sees in as much detail as possible--even if it might not be necessary at times. She's fearless and loves to fight or argue, it's all the same thing to her. But when she get's a chance to relax--if any--she spends most of her time at an art gallery.

Special Abilities: When she moved away from the UK and over to Rome, Maijorie learned to be a sharp shooter and has pinpoint accuracy up to about 50 feet away. She also has a brief knowledge of medical history and matial arts.

Other: up for love

I don't know if I can still make it in but I'll still post a character.

Name: Alanna Kozachuk

Age: 28

Country (where they came from): Italy

Organization (who do they work for): VPD (Venice Police Department) Head 'Techie' and one of the greatest Hackers of her time

Appearance: http://youbetteraskher.com/Alluring%20B ... %20002.jpg

Personality: Witty and mysterious. Alanna keeps to herself most of the time and doesn't have
a lot of friends, the ones she does have she has had for years. Alanna is naturally distrusting and can see things clearly because of her little emotion, or at least she barely shows it. She's good at her job and does it with excellent performance. She feels it's her duty to do what is told of her and isn't extremely loyal.

Special Abilities (this one isn't absolutely necessary): An amazing hacker. Knows her way around almost all computer programs.

Name: Isabella Milan

Age: 28

Country: England

Organization: SIS (official name for MI6, from what Heather says)

Appearance: Long, black hair, with blue dyed tips. She usually wears it braided, and it goes down to her waist. Her eyes are icy blue. She is tall, and fairly thin, but has curves. She nearly always dresses in something easy to move in, just in case.



Personality: She takes her job very seriously. You can't always tell from her appearance, but she's very intelligent, and ready for just about any situation. She's one of the top SIS agents, and proud of it. More will be learned in the SB

Special Abilities: Isabella is one of the stronger physical fighters. She's doesn't often need to use her weapon, but she keeps a set of daggers and a gun with her at all times, just in case. [granted, the daggers are more for show than anything else.]

So, I really wasn't very clear on part of the profile thing.

For country, what i mean was where they are before the SB starts. Once it starts, they'll all be gathering in Venice.

And yes, Lupe, this is Venice, Italy. We've got a lot of great writers so far! From the looks of it, We'll be able to start soon!

Name: Eric Shields

Age: 23

Country (where they came from): USA

Organization (who do they work for): Military Investigations.

Appearance: i205.photobucket.com/.../Leon_S_Kennedy.jpg

Personality: He is usually calm and collective, but he has trouble keeping his cool in tough situations. He is easily offended and is rather physical. His friends are his family and treats them as such.

Special Abilities (this one isn't absolutely necessary): He is an excellent marksman.

History: Two years ago Eric was a member of the militarise tactical unit based in Iraq. He completed all of his missions, but his attitude towards his superiors was lax. he believed the were profiteering, but his investigations proved false. He was discharged for the act, but through his digging he found that it was actually members of his unit the were exporting drugs for money. Because of this he was placed as head of the investigations unit and retired to Spain.

Three months ago he was reassigned to Venice, Italy when the murders started taking place. He was one of the first to work with the local police and start moving in the right direction, but it seemed when ever he got close they hit a dead end. His new friend in the detective agency is detective Claire.

*One thing I forgot to mention in my profile. Ray has a genetic anomoly, his eyes have the characteristics of a hawk or falcon or eagle. (whatever, he can see clearly over ridiculously long distances and catch the tinyist detail.) Point being his eyes dilute differently from normal people, so he almost always wears sunglasses.*

Hey all, Bella has lost her internet for the week and she's asked me to tell everyone that we WILL do the storybook, just when she gets back.

*can my person be brought in a bit later because I will not be on till monday*

Im starting a group for storybook writers if you are instrested heres the link

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Name:Asher Luna

Age:23

country:US

Organization:FBI

Personality: Sweet, she usually loves talking to others and she loves solving cases it's what helps her sleep at night. She's just really nice to everyone. If she can't solve it she becomes obsessed with it, she hates when people smoke or drink around her.

appearance: Blondish-brownish long curly hair, blue aqua eyes, pale skin, slim, short, sporty.
other: Up for love

*Will be going out of town from saturday to tuesday, but will propbably still have internet connection.*

Looks Awesome with a capital A. *points to capital a* Hope it's not too late to join...?

Name: Seul Freeman
Age: 29
Country: USA
Organization: Venice Police Department K9 Officer
Appearance: Half-Asian, half-English. Buzz-cut black hair and slightly slanted brown eyes. Long face with sharp features that deny his Asian heritage. Built tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, stringy muscles. Nice smile.
Personality: Friendly and well-disciplined. Has a great sense of humor (will make a huge fool of himself/pull practical jokes), but only when permittable. Follows orders well and is quick-thinking in action. Intelligent and athletic, but has a hard time with loss. Not very good with computers and technology (has a hard enough time with his cell phone). Likes action and hates sitting around, but will. Works out often.
Partner(K9): Kudo. White German Shepherd. Very tall and well-built. Obedient but playful. 2 years old. Great nose for crime and dangerous substances. Won't hesitate to chase down a suspect and bite/pin to ground. Very well-trained. Kudo + Seul = soulmates.

Oi. I only have interwebs for a few moments ( I stole back my internet card *shifty eyes*)

There are now officially NO MORE open slots. I might make an exceptions for cat4prowl because I wasn't here to announce this, but I'm still debating that.

I hope to have my internet back on either Monday or Tuesday of this coming week. I'll start the storybook then.

My apologies for my dad's decision to inconvenience me, and in turn all of you.

-bella-

**Woot! I got my webs back early! So, here we go then - you can start however you'd like. [cat4prowl, I decided to keep you in]
topic34191.html - there's the discussion thread. On our posts, I think it would help if we put a date or time on the top of our posts**

Isabella Milan - Back streets of London, England - October 12th 2008 - 1:32 pm

I leaned back in the taxi seat, taking a deep breath. I was so tired.

Finally done with the mission, I sighed, yawning. My cell phone rang, startling me.

"Hello?" I sighed, answering the phone quickly.

"You've got a new mission. Ever been to Venice?"

"Italy?"

"Yes." I groaned.

"Why in the world would you be sending me there?"

"There has been a long chain of crimes there recently. Murders, robberies, kidnappings - the whole deal." I noticed my taxi was going off course, but I knew why immediately. "We've been asking by the Italian government to send our best agents out. You'll be meeting with fifteen others there."

The taxi came to a halt in front of headquarters. Of course, it wasn't obviously headquarters to anyone else. To anyone else, it was a bank. Which, technically, it was. Unless you went far enough upstairs, or downstairs.

"I take it you have all my information waiting for me, and that my driver isn't really a driver?"

"Of course." I hung up the phone.

As the cab pulled to a stop, I hopped out, walking into the building and catching the first elevator available. I pushed a few buttons, and a second keypad came up. I typed in my password, and up I went.

Is it too late for me to join?

if not then i'll add my profile when i get a chance

Samuel Andrews; England; October 12th 2008; 1:00pm

The phone rang and with a grunt, Sam picked it up. He placed the book he had been studying on the nearest shelf and walked over to a small writing desk before answering it, sitting in the high-backed, leather seat.

"Sam..." The voice was familiar, a soft, alluring tone that sounded almost feminine and could be mistaken as such. But Sam knew better. He glanced about his small library, across to the window, wondering if he was being watched.

"I'm retired," he snapped.

"Sam, Sam, don't be so presumptive. Maybe I was just checking in on you, just..."

"I watch the news," Sam cut in, leaning over his desk and pulling a pen and pad of paper closer. He wrote 'Mission Notes' across the page in a hand that was indiscernible; an unbreakable code.

"Then you know all about Venice?" The voice asked, oozing with sweet excitement and pleasure. "But of course you do. You watch the news."

"I'm not interested," Sam claimed, his hand still scribbling furiously as he recalled every detail that was crystalised in his memory. Oh yes, he watched the news alright.

"That's a shame. Ah well." And suddenly the line went dead. Sam froze. Had that seriously just happened? And then he saw the envelope, crisp and white, addressed in a neat, flourishing hand. He relaxed and resumed his scribbling, placing the phone down absently and reaching for the letter instead. He finished writing, tucked the notepad and pen into his pocket and opened the envelope.

He read it once with only a fleeting worry that someone had gone to the trouble of breaking into his house to leave it, and then he threw it in the fireplace. It wasn't long before he was sitting behind the wheel of a discreet, black car, his wallet in his pocket and various essentials in the boot.

For the first time in four years, Sam was carrying more than one gun in his belt.