Without Reason (Started)

Plot:

You wake up cold and in the dark. Over your pounding heartbeat you hear others breathing all around you. Each breath sounds rushed and you begin to think they're like you instead of whatever brought you to this place. A few short minutes later, the lights cut on and you find yourself sitting in the middle of a confrence room, strapped to a chair by your wrists. There are five others in the same state, a few on each side.

Straight ahead of you, an older man lowers himself to sit and clears his throat, straightening the materials on the table before him. When he looks up at you, you swear he has purple eyes, only to blink and find them silver and steely. He looks over you and the others before speaking.

Throughout the following ten minutes, he speaks in a language you don't think you know, only to discover you understand every word. He tells you of abilities you possess, of what you were created to do, and of whom you're ordered agaisnt. All the while, you begin to realize that the memories these words should spark are nonexistent. Your mind is blank and that terrifies you.

When the man finishes, he changes languages to English and clearly states that there is no other life for you and that there is no escaping this one. Standing, he slides a set of six files in your general direction and informs you all that they contain information regarding your target. He restates that you hae one week to complete the task before exiting the room.

Your wrists are freed and you dare to reach forward and flip open the file as the others do. As you read, you learn the name of the target--Adrian Steele-- and his location--Los Angeles, California, USA. You continue on, but find no reason for his termination, nor any useful information other than a small biography.

When finished, you close the file and distantly run your fingers over the symbol of a cobra on the front, trying to remember something...anything. It's to no avail, and soon you look up, finding one of the others standing. 'Come,' he says with authority, 'Whatever this is... we're a part of it. We have one week. Let's do what we have to.'

Slowly, you and the others nod and stand. As you do, you promise yourself that you're doing this to regain your memory and to get to the bottom of the strange situation around you. The one standing is titled captain and supplies are given out with questions beginning to form in your mind. Only your name resides, and the others seem to know that just as well as you do.

Characters:

Spoiler

Obviously, you'll be playing one of the five. Note that your character will have no memory, but that it is possible for them to regain bits and pieces as the story goes on. That being said, a history is not needed when constructing a profile. The abilities mentioned above are the same for each and every one of the characters, at least at the moment. Your character will have increased speed and agility, and will basically fit the mold of a super soldier. Think... Hawkeye or Captain America, just without the superhero aspect... at least for now.

Slots-
Leader (M)- Ethan S. - Me
Number One (F)- Rose S. - LoyalHeart
Number Two (M)- Dizmon M. -Xaxas96
Number Three (F)- Winter G. - LiteraryVenom
Number Four (M)- Zachary X. - KatKage
Number Five (F)-

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   Personality: (Include strengths, weaknesses, etc...)
        Theme: (Optional, but recommended)
   Other: (Preferred weaponry, up for love, etc...)



Rules:

Usual YWS rules.
No sex. Romance is allowed, but that's not the theme of this storybook. No graphic detail is necessary.
No explicit language. If it's in your character's personality to randomly burst out into strings of curse words... you might want to change that. Or at least give a warning ahead of time and censor the words.
This is permission only, so all profiles must be sent to me before posting. This is my storybook, so what I say goes.
All questions/OCC/problems go in the DT.

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Name: Ethan S.

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: Ethan has short dark hair, emerald green eyes, and a bronze complexion. He is of average height (appx. 5'11'') and weight (appx. 160), and has a muscular but thin build. He wears a black jacket with a white tank top underneath, dark jeans and converse hightops. He also has a ilver chained dogta necklace with his name engraved above a series of scrambled numbers.

Personality: He is quiet and mysterious. He only speaks when spoken to, despite his leadership position, and is nearly always absorbed in his thoughts. He's tactful and wise, knowing things he has a feeling he shouldn't. He has self confidence issues and doubts himself, but also distrusts nearly all those around him. Ethan easily finds flaws in people and has a hard time believing in anyone, including himself. He also questions a lot of things, but chooses to keep his mouth shut. Because of this, his mind is constantly trying to figure things out on its own and senses that something isn't right with himself.

Theme: Nowhere Boulevard by There For Tomorrow

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lf5lqao-KGY

Other: After the supply pick up, Ethan got his hands on a pair of pistols which he keeps concealed beneath his jacket, and a dagger which he has strapped to his ankle. Up for love, straight.

Name: (First name and last initial; keep in mind a last name, but leave it out as part of their identity) Rose S.

Gender: Female

Age: (16-19) 16

Appearance: (Pictures are optional, but descriptions are mandatory) Long golden blonde hair, naturally olive skin, big black eyes. Her hair constantly covers one of her eyes, wears stuff that's three sizes to big for her. But she manages to somehow maintain a gorgeous figure that seems to stun any man.

Spoiler

This is Rose.

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Personality: (Include strengths, weaknesses, etc...) Rose is extremely smart and intelligent for her age, supposedly she has an IQ of 210, but shes rather quiet keeps to herself a lot. She shuts a lot in and just about no one knows anything about her, but she gets an evil grin, like she's about to tear your heart out. Just because Rose is small and weak doesn't mean she can't make up for it by destroying you socially, financially, and mentally. She normally losses everyone in what she saying normally because she doesn't remember the fact that there not as smart as she is. She shuts herself in when she can and doesn't bother to come out for long periods at a time. But when she gets agrovated she can beat you no problem and a verbal argument, its just that she can't take a hit and decides to not hit back.

Theme: (Optional, but recommended) Checkmate - Code Geass OST

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0Yw9bGgID4&feature=relmfu

Other: (Preferred weaponry, up for love, etc...) No prefered weapon, but is up for love on only two cases, you can keep up with her intellecally, or your extremely cute when you don't know something.

Name: Zachary X.

Gender: Male

Age: 16, almost 17 (<~for some reason he knows that ^^’’)

Appearance: He has shocking red hair and deep green eyes, and is leaning towards the pale side. Pretty Tall, maybe 6’9’’, medium weight and is very thin. Has a light spray of freckles across his cheeks and nose. He wears a plain, baggy, white T-shirt with a dark jacket over it with the zipper always open and dark-blue, boot-cut jeans (slightly tattered). He has about 5 chains of varying sizes and styles attached from a loop in his jeans to his back pocket. He also has a silver cross he keeps under his shirt.

Spoiler

More or less what he looks like ^^

Personality: He’s always smiling. No matter what’s going on, you will always see that crazy smile. The way to tell any emotion from him when he’s smiling is his eyes. Even then it’s hard to tell. You have to be around him for a long, long time and be very attentive. The only time when he’s not smiling is when something really bad has happened to someone who’s gotten close to him. If whatever hurt them is still around he’ll have a look of pure death (it’ll make you pee yourself ^^) or he’ll look extremely sad. But this rarely ever happens and probably won’t happen until very late in the storybook ^^
He has an easy going personality, riding through whatever life throws at him with a smile on his face. He’ll often joke and never shows anger, although he’ll threaten you again with a smile on his face (this doesn’t happen easily). The word 'Insane' could be a good fit ^^ He will constantly comment on what’s ‘cool’ or ‘uncool’.
What’s cool: Weapons he approves of (blades, or dual anything), when one of his team does something he thinks is awesome, parents who are good to their kids, insane chaos battles, food ^^
What’s uncool: Back-stabbings, betrayal, posers, lying, parents not being good to their kids, women being beaten up, people killing for money, people who hurt the people close to him.
He has a slight obsession with fire, and whenever he’s in deep thought he’ll take out his lighter (see other) and flick it on and off. He also has a sense of justice and won’t kill for no reason. He doesn’t remember why, but he can’t stand seeing women hurt.
He doesn’t consciously push people away, but they tend to keep at a distance. Eventually, if you can gain his trust, he’ll be loyal till the end. It’s hard to tell, but you’ll know when you’re on his good side. He’s the kind of person who will tell you what he thinks, looking directly into your eyes (again, with a smile ^^). If he really approves of something you do, he’ll give a thumbs-up. If he doesn’t he’ll ignore you. He has an opinion on everything and if he feels the need he says it bluntly, although sometimes he does like to play games. He's actually very clever, although he doesn't show it off to much.

Theme: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day (Warning! A curse word; 1:46-47 ^^’’)

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgSNgDlvfqM

Other: His preferred weapons are twin blades (one heavier than the other ^^) or his own two fists. He could use a gun, but won’t unless forced.

Spoiler

He is up for Love, but have fun trying to get to him ^^ He’s straight and probably looking for someone who would need him, being as he’s never been needed ^^ He always carries around a red lighter with the golden etchings. He doesn’t know where it came from, or how he got it, but he keeps it with him at all times like his cross.

If you have any complaints of what else I should add or change I'll do so

Name: Dizmon M.
   
Gender: Male
   
Age: (16-19) 19
   
Appearance: His long hair covering his right eye is a platinum blonde, eyes are icy blue, he is thin and pale. He wears loose shirts with jeans. Accessories include two metal wrist bands, and a pentagram necklace that has something to do with his past but for now he doesn't remember.
   
Personality: Dizmon knows he has a vast knowledge but can’t use it in conversation, always being able to use it in an instant such as to determine where to shoot a bullet. He is cool in his silent way, always thinking he’s better than others. He flirts, but only with the women he knows. He hates to be shown up by others and tries to show off.
       
Theme

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watchv=vfmL4J8caAc&feature=plcp

Other: He is skilled in hand to hand combat but prefers to use a sniper from afar. He hides his sniper in a guitar case. “Out of sight, in the skull.” is his motto. He is up for love but only for those who can beat him in chess, or if you can out score him in target practice.

I'm new, I'm 16 and I can serve as any of the parts that you want me in, I am female though...

Name: Winter G. (May go by Winnie)

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Appearance: Winter’s name was given to her in honor of her naturally platinum-blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She’s a very slender, fair-skinned girl with unmarked skin. She has the figure of a small ballet dancer, standing at 5’3’’ and weighing about 100 pounds. Her normal outfit consists of a pale pink camisole under a long-sleeved cover made entirely of white lace. These are paired with light wash skinny jeans and pale cream patent leather boots that come to just below her knees. Sometimes she’ll put a bow clip in her hair, or tie the straight locks back with ribbons. There are two accessories she always has on her, though – a simple gold band worn on a chain around her neck, and an equally simple silver bracelet on her left wrist that has a date on it – January 8th, 2006

Personality: Winter is normally a very quiet, reserved girl who doesn’t say a whole lot. She’s cautious to the point where it can sometimes be counted as a flaw. Most things she takes a bit too seriously, meaning most jokes go over her head. She isn’t innocent, though. Something in her attitude suggests at a tortured past, though she doesn’t remember why or how that came to be a part of her. Along with this, she’s also very cunning, extremely bright and is more of a planner than a fighter. She loves getting down to the nitty-gritty, pointing out each and every flaw and finding ways to use them to her advantage. When she does speak, it’s always short, sweet, and to the point. Her mind is constantly drifting around the edges of reality, contemplating the fantastical and the things she knows don’t exist. These thoughts sometimes distract her, but she has learned to suppress them in order to get things done.

Theme: Imaginary – Evanescence.

Other: Her preference in fighting instances is long-range and out of the way. This means things like throwing knives and a silver revolver she picked up God-knows-where. She is up for love and is certifiably straight, though she’s extremely picky due to her fantasies and requirements.

Spoiler

It's short, but we've started!

Ethan S. - Back-country of California

At a table of the far right hand corner of the diner, I watch the others fight over directions of a map. Rose sits there with a GPS in her hands, while Winter just studies the map of which Zachary and Dizmon keep jabbing their fingers at. I cross my arms and study the scene. Zachary, appearing confident in his ways, is pointing at a route going north, and Dizmon, just as confident, is pointing west. Rose shoos their hands off the map and gives them the GPS, which Winter looks up at.

"South, oh..." I hear Zachary say, "Well, that settles it."

Winter smiles and the four look at me, handing the GPS over. I glance at it, estimating around two days travel to the city by car. We'll have to deal with gas money then... and food. They didn't exactly hand those out when we left.

"So... we have the route," Dizmon states, "What's next?"

I set the GPS down and glance out at the black SUV the five of us somehow fit in with all our equipment, questioning whether I want to spend another hour or two in the car yet. With a sigh, I look back at them.

"Food," I simply say, "We'll head out in an hour. You can decide amongst yourselves who's driving now. Whoever's the most awake at midnight will take over."

With that, I motion a waitress over and ask for menus. Rose takes the GPS back and Winter helps Zachary fold the map the right way, even though there were already several tears in the northwestern section of California. As everyone's deciding, I slip deep into thought and bring up the name of our target in my head. Something about it struck me as odd... familiar. Whoever he was, I'd heard of him before my memory was swiped, however long ago that was. I decide on what to eat and realize that I'm absolutely okay with what I have to do, blindly leading the blind into a situation I have a feeling is not my first.

So many questions. How am I better fit to do this than the others?

Dizmon

I settle into the seat next to Rose after we ordered our food.

"So this Andrew stenel," I say in a hushed tone, "We're suppose to kill him right?"

"His name is Adrian Steele, and yes we are." Rose retorts, as the waitress sets down everyones drinks.

"Something doesn't seem right about it though." I state taking a long sip of his soda. "I mean why do we, what did he do?"

"That's not for us to discuss, so drop it and eat your food." Ethan answers.

"I got a question, what are we going to do to pay for this meal and gas money?" Winter asks looking out the window.

"Don't worry I got a plan." I state while the waitress sets down plates of warm food in front of the group and walks off. "Ok, so you see that man at the counter in the black suit, no don't you all look. His wallet is in the left coat pocket, once he starts to leave I'll take it. Any other suggestions before I do this, maybe we rob the diner?" Still whispering while eating his food.

Zachary X.

-Food!

I smile in delight as the waitress puts down the plates of the stuf on our table. I may not know what's really going on, but aslong as there's food everything will be ok. While the others got a plate of one thing, I had five. Pancakes, two cheeseburgers, I slice of pizza, and a whole plate of fries.

"Cool," I say as I start to dig in. In the back of my mind I wondered if the others had noticed all the food infront of me. Not that I really care; food is food, whether others stare at you or not, yeah?

I steal a glance at the others. So, we have to kill someone. Who? We know. How? obvious. Why? I don't know. What I do know is that I won't do it. I'll go along with these guys for a while (mostly cause they fed me) then ditch them. I feel the wieght of the cross beneath my shirt. I'm not going to kill anyone.

"I got a question, what are we going to do to pay for this meal and gas money?" Winter says, looking out a window.

"Don't worry I got a plan." Dizmon says, so low that if you want to hear you have to lean in. "Ok, so you see that man at the counter in the black suit, no don't you all look. His wallet is in the left coat pocket, once he starts to leave I'll take it. Any other suggestions before I do this, maybe we rob the diner?"

My lips curl into a snarl for a moment as I stop my second hamburger in mid-bite.

"Tch, money. Uncool." What a horrible thing. I continue eating.

I must have said that louder than I intended or the others finally noticed all the food I'm eating, cause they stare at meothers stare at me.

I look back at them with a smile.

"Mmm, what?" I say in a slightly mocking tone, the effect still present despite the fact that my mouth is full of food.-

Spoiler

Posted! X3 If any of you have a problem with this, just PM me ^^ and whoever posts next, if you need any clue on what Zach would do in your post, you can just PM me about that too ^u^

(Did I just rhyme up there? O.o Haha ^u^)

Rose S.

I rub my eyes as I try to keep them open, two all nighters of studying the target and I have little to show for it. I studied our target, this Adrian Steele, he's a professional photographer who is often at political and widely known events. I had an idea of how to draw him out, I just had to hope Dizmon was up for a sniper mission, I had calculated the results every way possible and came to a conclusion that Adrian maybe a friend, rather than a foe. Our real enemies had to be the man who talked weirdly but somehow I could understand it all, my memory swiped, there were some serious blanks in my memory, and the only thing I do remember is sitting in front of a computer monitor and surfing the web for information.

"You look tired Rose." Ethan said looking at me.

"I'm fine, I'll just need some sleep tonight." I said.

I had pegged each of the team with a certain role, Ethan the leader, me the brains, Dizmon, our sharpshooter, Zackery our brawn, and Winter, our famine fatal. In common sense we were a bunch of hormonal teenagers with no clue on what we were doing, I sighed as I picked up a small hamburger and took a bite out of it while the others talked to each other. I would need some sleep tonight, plus I didn't know how to drive so I was out of the equation. I continued to eat and once I finished off the small hamburger, I finished my small glass of soda and put it down. Others were still eating, I just kept thinking, weather it'd be on made up problems or how we go about retrieving our memory.

Winter G.

I nibbled on the chicken sandwich when it was set in front of me. My mind was reeling with questions - why us? What importance did we have? And, most importantly, how were we going to pull off this murder mission?

A deep sigh escaped from between my lips. This seemed too movie-worthy to be real. I thought I must have been dreaming.

"Tch, money. Uncool." Said Zach, presumably in response to Dizmon's plan.

I push straight blonde locks from my eyes and glance over, as does everyone else. Not only did the comment confuse me, but I felt my eyes widen in shock at the amount of food in front of him. Could a person really eat that much? I looked down at my sandwich and suddenly felt sick from the thought of having to digest that much of anything. The plate, shortly after, was shoved away by my dainty fingers.

I let my eyes return to the window and what's beyond it. Too much to do. It was all too much. And killing a person? Way too far to go.

But what other option was there? I couldn't remember anything but my name and how I was supposed to behave. Speech patterns. Manners. But nothing that might give me clues about who I was and where I'd come from. It was like a wall had been put up between me and whatever had happened before I woke up to that man.

That man, I thought, propping my head up on one hand, What role does he play in all of this? What does he see in us that makes us different, able to do this job? And why does it need to be done anyway?

I shake my head, sighing again, frustrated that no solutions come up in my mind. None of it fit together. It was like trying to fit together pieces from a hundred different puzzles, and it didn't make sense.

On the bright side, my appetite had returned with the thinking. I turn my gaze back to the group, taking another bite out of the sandwich and quietly observing.