SIS - Epic Storybook (No longer Accepting)

First and Last Name: Lila Downkins

Nickname: Mercredi.
Note: None.

Age: 29

Appearance (Description): Lila isn't beautiful. Maybe with some efforts she could have been nice, but as a matter of fact, she's just creepy (seriously, she looks like she just escaped The Adams Family movie) : Dead-pale skin, dark and flat, shapeless hair, black eyes with huge dark circles under them and, as if that wasn't enough, she uses to wear black lipstick. About clothes, she's an eternal indecise. She can wear black and old-fashioned clothes one day and colorful and sparkling clothes the day after. Which is the weirdest thing ever on her.

Image:

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Personality: Lila isn't good on relationship-business. Not that she dislikes people (she truly likes them), but she tends to freak them out. Everytime she tries to have a new friend or to look cool things grow awkward and she starts to laugh without reasons (and God help her, she has most nervous and the keenest laugh ever). So most of the time people just avoid her or ask her to STFU and so she does. It can't be denied that she's creepy, she totally is : talking alone when bored, cutting her nails in public places (most of the time in elevators) and still sucking her thumb before she falls asleep... but she's nice anyway and, no matter how it looks, she's also terribly intelligent. She remembers everything she hears or sees, even if it's the most useless thing ever, and is a quick thinker. It could be very useful but most of the time people just don't ask her. Oh, and one last thing to know: Lila is bisexual. Not that she's very popular either with boys or girls, though. But, well...

Preferred Vehicle:

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Style: Usually stays back : she helps the ones she's working with by giving them everything they need and making sure everything is safe for them.

Skills/Weapons/Other: Adept of poisons and snipers. She totally dislikes close fights.

Up for love: Haha. Yeah, sure. Funny.

History: Lila lived a normal childhood but had no interest in following normal studies. She entered into the army at the age of 22 but always worked as back-up, she has rarely being put in first line herself. She has already killed, though, she has the nerves to do it herself if needed, but it's not something she's really proud of.

Code: 044

I'm gonna say it again: Daemys is a boy.
From now on I'll say it in the DT, but not everyone looks there, so I thought that this'd be best.

Ty Sirus

"I think this team should be Team Charlie," Ty was smiling as he approached his new team. "Cause I got some foxy angels over here!"

They all rolled their eyes, their hands wishing to slap Ty until his tan fell off. "Okay. Okay, back to business. Geez. Just trying to lighten the mood." Ty quickly tried to save himself, though he spoke to fast for them to understand what he was saying. "Anywho.... I'm gonna go hunt down Mr. Boss Man."

Ty turned away, leaving his ticked angles behind him. He had a bad, and correct, feeling he had made a bad first impression. But he was the secondary boss man to them, so he didn't care what they thought. Or at least that;s what he told himself. Little liar.

"Yo, Guv'nor, what's up?" Ty was in his usual upbeat move. Even though he had drunk a lot last night. Most people found it off putting, after a night of drinking, for TY to be so upbeat. It was creepy.

"We're just talking," Clint was hanging by the window, smoking.

"You know that stuff kills, right?" Ty said, not really serious.

"As do I. Along with the profession," Clint smiled, as he blew a large puff towards. Ty.

"Point taken," Ty chuckled. "Anyway, Guv, I meant to talk to you. About our team. Well my team. And your team, technically."

He nodded. "I was thinking your skill set would be best for light sabotage, taking out officials and facilities."

"Cool, I like that," Ty said. "I meant about weapons. We dividing them up, by team, or just take what we need, whenever?"

"I haven;t had a chance to see our arsenal," Guv looked over to Clint. "You two mind showing me my way?"

"Can;t say I do," Clint dropped his cigarette into the street. "Can't resist admiring some of those thing."

C-4 | Clint Lawson
"And by the way Ty, no one should look this chipper when they should by all rights be sporting the mother of all hangovers." The glare was good-natured, and any doubts as to that would have been instantly dissipated by the smile that curled at his lips. Ty just grinned back, and they were off to the main weapons cache, down the stairs and into the backroom.

"We've got a couple places where we store the goodies, obviously, but the main one we keep here." He gestured into the darkened room from the doorway, then stepped in. "No ever comes here really, unless we need to use the backdoor for some reason. And the street behind there is practically always deserted, so we can exit that way without attracting attention."

"Careful about the clutter" and that was Ty chipping in, still in a ridiculously good mood. "Someone's been neglectful with the clean-up."

"Bite me. Not like your bunk's the neatest thing around either."

"There's nothing in my bunk that we might need to get in a hurry."

Point taken again. Kicking a chair aside, one of those who'd gotten in his way the previous evening, he reached for a dusty locker half-disappearing behind an even dustier bookshelf and engaged the mechanism. Then it was a simple pull, that revealed the main armory, and he stepped aside, arm spread and looking for all the world like a proud father as he exposed the weapons.

"Here we go, Guv'. We got a couple of precision rifles, different models for individual preference, the odd handgun - I think most of us already have our sidearms with us... Then of course, as you can see, the more fun stuff. Sub-machine guns (a bit noisy, but they get the job done), shotguns if you don't care about messy..." A gesture encompassed the rest, ammo and all.

Ty, casually leaning against the wall, piped up. "We got more downstairs, but this is what's best for normal ops. Heavy power just doesn't really cut it when going for stealth, y'know? Explosives are in the bunker too. Just don't get Clint started on them, or he'll never shut up."

(( Very little post to introduce Miss. Weirdo : D I just read everything in one go, I hope I didn't misunderstand anything))

Lila Downkins - Mercredi




One good way to make friends: feed them.

Well, in theory at least, it was supposed to work.

Lila checked her little bag in her arms as she approchaed the bookshop: she had to go outside the previous night but luckyly it didn’t take her too long. She wasn’t sure Clint, Noemi, Sam and Leighton would be awake yet (at least not all of them, there was always someone to remain awake of course), but she had brought them breakfast anyway. Chineese cakes. They tasted better than what they may let throught. Ah, and the leader should be there too by now, if all had went good.

She walked into the back street until the back door of the bookshop and knocked. She would be able to test the cake-theory very soon.

“It's Mercredi,” she said with her usual flat voice, “m’ back.”

She waited until whoever was up opened the door himself, unwilling to fetch her keys. And well, it was better to remain cautious with the backdoor, yeah.

C-4 | Clint Lawson
The knock on the door made Clint jump, and he was already reaching for a gun when the words came through the door and registered. Then he relaxed, hand coming to run through his hair in a way that only accentuated his sheepish look.

"That'd be Lila Downkins," he told Leyton even as he hopped over an upturned pile of books and reached for the door. "She's kind of weird, but she works okay." Unlock door, pull open, move aside and let colleague in - quick economic moves that took only a short amount of time, calculated so they wouldn't spend too much time lingering in the back street.

"I brought food" she said, and Clint perked up. So did Ty. Still, he held himself in check long enough to point at Leyton, explain "That's the boss. Came in yesterday, you missed him."

"We've got a bunch of new agents too. They'll be in the bunker, you might want to say hello."

[[quick before going to bed XD]]

Leighton Howell

Mother of god, he shouldn't have drunk so much last night. Leighton glared at the nasty mixture he'd blended together. Gatorade, powdered vitamin C and pickle juice. That stuff was nasty, but it was going to help. Leighton sucked in a huge breath and drank, nearly gagging as he did so. He fought the taste away with a few of the adorable chinese cakes someone left lying around, though.

After that, he took a little nap, and fifteen minutes later Leighton was perfectly fine. He wished he didn't have to drink that evil smoothie-juice thing though. He shuddered as he passed by the blender and headed down to check on his plants.

His plants were already watered. Leighton beamed. Lila. She was creepy sometimes, and truth be told Leighton was terrified of her when she wore pink clothes, but he didn't mind her at all. She took care of his plants sometimes. In fact, he wouldn't put it past her to be lurking in a corner somewhere in this room.

The thought sent chills crawling up Leighton's spine, but he couldn't run. No way. "Lila? Are you there?"

Everyone in the room gave Leighton a quizzical stare, as if asking him why the hell he was calling for the zombie lady to come out and eat them alive. The only person who didn't appear at the party was Lila, and it almost saddened Leighton that she didn't pop up there. She was an okay person...really somewhat scary, though,

"Who's Lila?" One of the newer agents asked.

And that was when the pale woman slipped out of the corner with the freakiest smile on her face. Well, it used to be freaky anyway. Leighton had somewhat gotten used to it.

"Lila! Uhm. Thanks for watering my plants." Leighton scratched the back of his head. He couldn't help but feel nervous about Lila. She knew almost as much as he did about poisons, and that kind of knowledge could prove deadly sometimes.

"Did you like the cakes?" she asked.

Leighton blanched. Cakes? Not that he didn't trust Lila, but she watered his plants, and then baked cakes...? He blinked, once, then twice, then thrice.

"What cake?"

"Chinese cakes."

Oooooh crap. He didn't know what to say. Thanks? Should he ask her if she laced it with some drug she wanted to try? Honestly he hadn't heard of Lila doing anything like that yet, but he could never be too careful. Maybe he should vomit it all out. Maybe. But that would be rude, wouldn't it? The instinctive waves of paranoia washed over him as she laughed, high-pitched and almost keening.

All of the newer agents seemed wary.

"Relax. She won't hurt anyone." But the cake. Did she wash her hands before baking it or touching it or whatever? Leighton didn't have the guts to ask.

Hayley Wilson, Assassination Specialist:

I walked through the bookshop, back from a recon mission...I mean, hey, it got boring sitting here just waiting for something to happen. So I'd decided to have a little fun. Clint had called me back after three days, saying our boss-dude had arrived. I'd been waiting to meet this guy. He better not expect me to be a sweet little angel, cause heck, he wasn't going to get that.
Not from a girl who had been training with the SIS since she was seventeen. Oh no, not from me.
I found Clint right away, and stood by his side, smiling lightly--I was always a little happier after recon.
"Clint," I said simply, a small greeting. He looked over at me, his eyes looking me over.
"Recon was well, then, HayHay?" He asked.
"When doesn't it go well?" I said, somewhat bitterly. When he was about to answer, I cut him off. "Yeah, I know. Sometimes people die. Trust me, I'd know."
He nodded, knowing that I was touchy about the subject of agents dying on the field. I'd forever been trying to avenge the death of my father, an SIS almuni.
Clint looked at me again, and said, "The new ones are here...so's the boss."
I nodded briefly. "I checked out the place from, uh, my spot--" He raised an eyebrow, and I fluttered a laugh.
"Well, Hay, you ready to meet the boss man?"
I rolled my eyes. "Take me to him." I was reluctant, almost, and Clint sensed this. He lead me to the bunker below and towards the boss.
The man I suspected we'd be calling our boss looked me over. I shifted my weight to my left foot, and placed a hand on my hip.
"I'm Hayley. Assassination Specialist. You must be Boss Man. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I honestly don't want to lie to my boss. Even though lying IS my thing."
Boss Man cracked a laugh.
It wasn't a joke, though.

Naomi

As far as parties went, it was a successful one. I didn't drink, spent half my time upstairs smoking and made it through to the morning without ticking anyone off. Then came the teams. As soon as it was announced, I brightened considerably and made my way over to the other three. Just the four of us. I liked that. Nice and cosy. A shame I wasn't with some of the original group though. I felt like we had an understanding. Now I'd have to start all over again with the ins and outs. Yes, I smoke. No, I don't talk about myself. Yes, I'm serious. Ah well.

My new boss was a man called Ty, a chiseled looking guy who liked to talk fast and belonged to the CIA. Possible grounds for suspicion but I honestly wanted to trust him. And the rest of them.

"I think this team should be Team Charlie," Ty called out with a bright smile. "Cause I got some foxy angels over here!" I lifted my eyebrows at that but was laughing on the inside. Oh good. A sense of humour. I had one of those somewhere.

"Okay. Okay, back to business. Geez. Just trying to lighten the mood. Anywho... I'm gonna go hunt down Mr. Boss Man." And with that he was off again. Gee, that could be a tough one to hold down.

Turning to the other girls, I could see Ty's point. They were angels alright. I'd overheard their names last night and Fey looked all sugar and honey while Rae was just a diva in disguise. On second thoughts, scratch the disguise. She was all diva. I wondered what they thought of me. Fae, Rae, Ty and Ny huh? What a joke.

"Well angels, guess we ought to get some breakfast." I gave them a polite smile and reached in my pocket for a bobble. I'd not been up long yet so my hair was hanging loose and I needed to fix that. I walked as I tied it up, heading to the little kitchen we had at one side.

"He's in charge of us?" Rae complained with a little snort. Feisty. Perfect angel material. I smiled to myself but didn't make a response.

"Yes he is," Fae said simply. Seriously. Such different personalities, how interesting. I was just reaching the fridge when Lila started coming down the stairs and looked my way. I stopped, waiting for her, and I offered her a half smile while she beamed at me. I wondered if the girls behind me were scuttling out of the way yet. Lila was creepy looking! And just a little odd in all honesty. Not that I could speak. At least she was brave enough to be known as someone but not me. No. I didn't want anyone to know anything about me. It was safer. People can't betray someone they don't know.

"So many new people!" Lila observed. "If I'd known, I'd have brought breakfast for everyone but as it is... well you could share?" She was holding out a chinese cake to me and I accepted it graciously.

"We'll see," I said with a small smile. "We've been put in teams. If you go see the new boss in a bit, I'm sure he'll add you in somewhere." Lila nodded her thanks and I carried on past, opening a cupboard to get some bowls out.

"Would you like the cake?" I asked the angels. That was who they were to me for now.

"Depends. How likely is it to be poisoned?" Fey asked. I wasn't quite sure if she was being funny or serious. Tipping my head to one side and thinking it throguh, I gave as exact an answer as I could while holding the cake out to her. I was more than happy to make some scrambled egg.

"Lila wouldn't have done it, though she has the means. And the chance of the vendor knowing who we are or that Lila would buy cakes from him or actually taking the trouble to poison them is very slim. I'd say you're safe."

CLARE

Last night was killer. It must have been one heck of a party. I had gotten up early to shower, but when I was done showering almost everyone was up. I heard someone crack a joke about angels? What ever, the shower didn't do a very good job at waking me up. I noticed a new chick, she brought food, so she was alright in my books.
"Would you like one?" She had a sweet voice. She handed me one of the little cakes, I smiled sweetly trying to get a grasp on my surroundings.
"Thanks, I'm Clare, but you can call me Stepps." I bit into the cake, mm real food. She turned away to talk to other people, she was a tad creepy but weren't we all in our own special way?

I wandered into the store part of the building, finally able to see everything clearly. I rubbed my eyes again. There were tons of books, so at least we would have something to do. I looked out the front window into the busy street. So many people going so many places, and anyone of them could be our enemy. I tried not to laugh at the thought.

Rae

I looked around at the rest of the crew. I had only a sip or two of champagne last night. I didn't really even like drinking that much. Most of the others looked like they had also been careful, most of them.

"Depends. How likely is it to be poisoned?" Fey asked.

"Lila wouldn't have done it, though she has the means. And the chance of the vendor knowing who we are or that Lila would buy cakes from him or actually taking the trouble to poison them is very slim. I'd say you're safe." Naomi answered. I pulled a little vial out of my jeans.

"Pour this on it." I say.

"Why?" Fey questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"If there is any poison in it, the place where you poured this would be turned blue," I roll my eyes again. Why the heck were they questioning me? Did I look that stupid?

"I'm okay." Fey said. I wasn't going to touch mine, even if the girl was nice to give me one, there was too much risk. I grab a energy bar out of my messenger bag. I couldn't live on them, but I wasn't taking a chance, for now.

"Am I the only one who thinks Ty has too much of a sense of humor to lead a group?" I ask after a minute.

First and Last Name: Sara Rose
Nickname: Death Rose and Raven
Age: 25
Appearance (Description): pale skin and dark midnight blue eyes and her hair is down past her waist with a naturally occuring red streak on the left side. She has a scar running along her left cheek bone. she is actually very beautiful but she doesn't think so and her curves are in all the right places. She loves dark clothes even on the hottest days. Wears a silver pentagram and an ankh.

Personality:She is a firm believer in freedom and free will. She is a very sweet and well mannered girl is very kind and understanding and brilliant, she is very well thought and sarcastic she isn't afraid to speak her mind she is also very sweet, funny, optimistic, sassy, bold, courageous, and a good listener. She can make friends with anyone or anything with in a few minutes. She can be childish at times . She has a very quick temper. She is very good at keeping her face a blank mask and her emotions in check. She has nerves of steel.


Preferred Vehicle: http://midessamotorcycle.com/bikes/2008 ... C_0117.jpg
Style: For example: Stealth, assasination, seduction, etc. Stealth and intelligience. She is capable of seduction but prefers to stick to her smarts.
Skills/Weapons/Other: She is a brilliant researcher and can recall every single thing she has ever read. She has a photographic memory. She prefers to use older weapons like a sword but is well versed in guns. She hates when people other then the leader tells her what to do. You want her on your side because she will not stop until she has killed you. She is a Wiccan and she has insomnia.
Up for love: Yup
History: Her parents and sister abandoned her when she was 5 she has been alone and has raised herself. She has killed people before and is not proud of it.
Code: 066

*Can someone help bring her in please? I'm afraid to because I am pretty sure I would screw something up.*

First and Last Name: Harry Raine

Nickname: Shadow Wolf/Raine

Age: 24

Appearance (Description): Long messy black hair, with dull green eyes, he's got a small moustache partially shaved with goatee. Often wears a bandanna, quite well built in his chest. Wears a light denim jacket over his uniform and has fractured his fingers a few time from recoil of his gun. Has a worn gang tattoo on his shoulder.
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Personality: Outgoing and active. Drinks and takes a little pot but can handle himself in a situation. He can be impulsive and there has been times he overstepped himself. Loves hanging with his mates on days off. Plays guitar for fun and is quite flirty. Though it never really goes anywhere.

Preferred Vehicle: Call him old fashioned but he prefers a good ol' Harley Davidson

Style: For example: Stealth and Assassination

Skills/Weapons/Other: Sniper Trained also with a pistol silenced. Knows judo and can subdue most major threats. Has a ideal street sense growing up in them.

Up for love: Yes, but you must not mind fact he plays guitar rather badly (still learning)

History: Born in the USA his family emigrated from Japan due to better job opportunities. But as they soon found they couldn't survive. Trying to make do for his family he began to do small time work for a major gang. This grew worse and worse. Finally he became the gang leader most trusted Lt. After seeing them shoot down innocents in cold blood he begged out. But they refused and made him watch as they burned down his house with his parents inside. Just as they turned to shoot him, he was rescued as it turned out someone was working undercover.

He has no idea but one of the agents saw potential in him and offered him a job.

He became proficient with a sniper rifle and earned the nickname Shadow Wolf, known for toppling regimes with a single bullet. He's been flown in from USA to help with the situation, because America fears war.

Code: 00[insert number here] 55

Nevermind! Thanks Jagged!



Erika hadn't been used to getting up so early. When she lived in London, her school had started at 8:45. She nearly had to have been dragged out of bed. As she attempted to get dressed, wash her face, brush her teeth and do her hair, she couldn't help but think of how boring the tasks that her team would have to perform sounded. Boring, boring, and more boring. When Erika had gotten the assignment, she had been optimistic, hoping that she would play an active role. But her team hadn't trusted her. Surely this had been a result of the collision with Lawson when she arrived. He was the team leader, so it made perfect sense that she would be assigned to this group. She slipped on a white blouse and purple skirt and began to go to down to the bunker. Hopefully a day down there would make them would change their minds about her, and she could be reassigned to a better team.

Sam was feeling slightly happier than he had when he woke up that morning. The cosmic combination of warm, Chinese cakes and pretty women in pajamas gave him a positive outlook on life... and on being picked last. At the very least, he was glad to be paired up with Hayley, the hottest redhead he had ever seen. Apart from her looks, he was familiar with her, and she would be a valuable contribution to any team.

Savoring the last bit of cake he had left (and silently thanking whoever had bought it), Sam decided to head over to the armory for a little entertainment. It wasn't necessarily his first choice, but it was better than nothing. After all, he wasn't sure Clint would take too kindly to him fooling around with the C-4, and no one wanted to see Sam with a poisonous plant in his hands.

When he made his way to the room where the armory was hidden, Sam was equally irritated and excited. Irritated because the room was a mess; excited, because he could clean it and impress the boss!

Trying to be as quiet as he could, Sam set to work neatening up the room, deliberately leaving the general area around the entrance to the armory a bit cluttered, in case of the rare event of a stranger coming down here. It wouldn't do for them to get curious and pull the lever to reveal a terrorist-worthy room full of guns and explosives.

After a while, Sam got too lazy to do much more. At least you could see the ground now, and you could walk around without having to tiptoe around crates and other junk. Besides, he needed to get out of there. While it was good that he was trying to impress the boss, he didn't want to get caught in the actual action of doing so. He would die from the embarrassment.

Scurrying back to the rest of the group, Sam did his best to look innocent, when a scary thought occurred to him: What if Clint wanted the room to be messy?