Haven (Starting)

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Name: Nekko "Hunter" Valdez

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Crime Committed: Assassination, Selling protected information and hacking government facilities

Sentence: (optional) Wanted: Dead

Appearance: (a picture would be nice)

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She usually wears a white wife-beater with a black jacket over top and jeans. She daggers are hidden inside the jacket. She also wears tennis shoes.

History: (we're not expecting a whole lot here; we'll let you know if you should add anything) Hunter lived with her mother, father and older brother. What her parents didn't know was that her older brother, Teddy, was in a street gang. One day when he took her out, they were attacked by a couple people from a rival gang. Teddy tried to fend them off, but to no avail. Hunter then joined the fight. They were all on the ground within seconds. Using that to there advantage, the two ran home. A couple nights later, the gang came and attacked the house. Her mother and father were kill instantly. Teddy was then shot in front of her. They knocked her out and then took her. At the time she was 10. Over the years, they trained her in the art of killing, hacking and selling information. Nekko soon came to be called Hunter, a nickname that she earned.

Personality: Hunter is picky about people she trust. She loves to get in to trouble, just to see if she can get herself out of it. She is a natural born fighter and will almost always be the first on to throw a punch. Most of the time she is level-headed, but there are times when she also has a temper. She is determined, loyal, a fighter and has a will to survive. Hunter loves to solve puzzles and is a quick thinker. She is a poison expert and knows how to manipulate people. She is also good at stealth killing. Also, has trouble remembering names.

Strengths: Poison, manipulation, hacking, fighting, quick-thinking, and stealth killing (ninja-like)

Weaknesses: Planning, little kids and temper

Up For Love: Yep. Good Luck. =)

Other: She carries around two daggers:

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She poisons them.

Name: Venificia 'Vixen' de Arcaniis
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Crime Committed: Grand theft, Assassination
Sentence: Not judged - Wanted; dead or alive.

Appearance: As seen. She ia a spanish-irish mix by birth. She is accustomed to carrying around a light knapsack, whick contains a an AWM (arctic edition) sniper rifle kit, with the rifle personally modified by her. She also carries a single short-range modified Beretta M96's (also modified), on a holster on her thigh. She wears black combat boots, and has daggers hidden in various 'unexpected' places.

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History: Now you see her, now you don't. Venificia lives by this policy.
She was brought up in an orphanage, and ran away at the age of eight on finding out the location of her biological parents. They were both ambassadors to their respective countries, ans she watched as they were assassinated before her eyes. She wandered around for days after that, and ended up at an old man's dojo. The guy took her in, raised her and when she requested it at the age
of 16, sent her for training to be an assassin in his hometown in Japan.
She is a master marksman, ambidextrous, and has worked with many large crime groups for planned robberies, and is ocassionally hired as an assassin.

Personality: On meeting Vixen, she seems quite the bad girl. She loves alchol in any form, and can hold her drink. She can be flirtarious if she choses, however she is one to speak her mind. She dislikes authority, and prefers to do it her way, though she works well with teams. She gets along with people easily, but she closed off her heart to them after the dojo owner, her foster father died. Oh, she isn't cruel, but she does get a kick out of watching her enemies squirm. And die in pain. She also likes challenges. Big ones, with loads of crazy ideas in her head.

Strengths: Ambidextrous (can use both hands for armed and unarmed combat), skilled marksman and assassin.
Weaknesses: Forgetful and loyal, once she opens up.

Up For Love: I don't think it's possible, though anyone's welcome to try.
Other: Nah.

Name: Chlo Rogers

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Crime committed: Armed robbery

Sentence: Two years

Appearance: She's average height. She has short dark hair with purple steaks in it. She's kinda pale and wears a lot of black makeup. She dresses in dark colors and is usually wearing her camo colored combat boots or her Converse. She has navy blue colored braces on her teeth. She has a small scar on her right cheek. She has a nose ring and is always wearing her star chocker and black studded earrings. She wears loose clothing that hang off of her. http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/22 ... 0.jpg/sr=1 She kinda looks like that.

Personality: She's cool to her friends but hostile to people she doesn't know. She's very defensive. She likes to give people a hard time because she has trust issues. She loves a good fight and is always up for a fight. She prefers to steel things because she thinks she deserves them and she shouldn't have to pay. She's rude and doesn't like to be given rules. She doesn't fear anyone and thinks she can beat anyone who challenges her. She loves her little brother but he makes her angry.

History: She learned how to take care of herself at a very early age. Her mother ran out on her and her father and little brother. Her father left to find the mother
but she would continue to run away and one day when he went after her they never returned. Chlo has nightmares about them leaving. When the town found out that they were living alone they were placed in a foster home. She knows she has powers but she doesn't know how to use them so she's only used them a couple of times.

Romance?: She doesn't mind but it may be hard to crack her hard shell.

Extras: She's really smart but she'd rather fight to prove her point. She was placed with her foster family for a reason but she doesn't know yet.

Name: Caley Starm
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Crime Committed: Serial Killer
Sentence: Death
Appearance:
History: She grew up in a bad place, in a bad family. She is incredily smart, but her family taught her to use that in a bad way. She left her family when she was seventeen. They'd all been killed, but not by her. She began to steal things, then eventually start murdering people, but she did it as a serial killer would. They were all a group of people searching for her, when she was a thief, and to protect herself she became a murderer. After the were all dead she began hunting for the haven.
Personality: She is very honest to people about themselves, but never about herself. She is, for lack of a better word, fiesty. If sometimes she'll just start targeting a person and insulting them at every turn. She doesn't have many redeeming qualities.
Strengths: She is really smart and fast to react. She is also physically strong and fast.
Weaknesses: She is very bad at making friends.
Up For Love: Sure
Other:

Name: Shanaya "The Shadow" Dranda
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Crime Committed: Theivery
Appearance:

History: Grew up as a street rat kid but was always hanging at the theif hidout. She grew up as a theif and became the best female theif of her generation.
Personality: Quiet
Strengths: The dark and crowds
Weaknesses: her emotions
Up For Love: yes and no
Other: has a pet cat called winkie

I place the portable stove on the floor near an outlet and plug it in. Our main living area inside the warehouse/safe haven is mostly empty except for my backpack, other packs full of non-food supplies, and my sleeping bag. Brent had fallen asleep, but I had woken up hungry. Over the past couple of weeks, Brent and I had been "gathering" food and supplies after spreading the word to other fugitives that we were creating a safe haven. Most of it is upstairs, but the electrical appliances that have to be plugged in stay down here because there are no outlets upstairs. I start to tear chunks off the raw chicken that I had just brought downstairs and set them on the stove. I automatically turn the dial to high and wait. That's when I think that I might as well get dessert for my meal, too. I hop over Brent and thunder up the stairs to our food storage area on the second floor. As I rifle through the insane number of bags, I find various perishable and non-perishable food items like canned vegetables, but so far, there is nothing that I could use for a dessert. (which I rarely ever have) I'm starting to think that I might have to go with a can of peas when a rat scurries along the far wall. Diving for the rat, I grab it by the stomach and snap its neck. I think, "Yes!" "Rat meat for dessert is better than peas!" "Plus Brent won't be worried about having enough food for everyone else when they arrive" Still holding the dead rat, I snatch some tongs by my feet and race back down the stairs. The stove and the chicken are already on fire. I smile to myself and think, "One of fire's many uses." Using the tongs, I toss pieces of the blackened chicken on the floor which seems surprisingly clean compared to most surfaces I've eaten on. I swing the rat by its tail into the fire to have it cooked and ready by the time I'm done with the chicken. Popping some extra crispy chicken into my mouth, I watch the rat as it burns. Waking up to the smell of smoke, Brent grabs one of our emergency fire extinguishers and sprays all over the stove, the rat, and the fire.

"You just foamed my dessert!" I half yelled-half laughed.

Brent replies calmly, "Next time, just ask me to cook something for you, Isaac."
"We don't need to burn down our base of operations."

"I guess not," I said. I hold up the rat and ask, "Do you want any?"
"I just need to brush the foam off unless you think it tastes like whipped cream."

The corners of Brent's mouth turn up slightly in an almost smile while he shakes his head. I show him my crooked teeth smile when someone knocks on the warehouse door. Brent goes to answer it while I follow close behind. I brush off some fire extinguisher foam and take a bite as Brent opens the door.

Caley-

I rapped on the warehouse door sharply. It opened cautiously. The boy was blonde and had a strong slightly handsome face. He seemed to recognize me as another outcast. "Come in," he offered, gesturing inside.

Inside the place was slightly askew. There was another boy inside, who was much thinner and had black hair and striking blue eyes.

"What's your name?," asked the black haired one. I was reluctant to answer, but I figured that I must.

"Caley Starm. You?" The blonde one immediatly looked more guarded, apparently recognizing my name.

"I'm Isaac," said the black haired one, then motioned to the blonde one, "That's Brent."

Just then another knock came at the door.

Katie-

I knocked on the door and swiftly walked inside the warehouse, my hands tucked in my pockets. A girl with brown hair, and a surprisingly handsome blonde dude, and a guy that had the most amazing green eyes were already in here. "Hey, is this the place?" I asked closing the door behind me. They smiled and nodded. "So what's your name?" the green eyed guy asks me. I smile back. "I'm Katie."

I knocked on the door of the warehouse.
"Come in." a guy said as he opened the door.
"What is your name girlie?" another guy said, smiling evily.
I walked over to him, snap-kicked him in the nuts then said, "Shanaya Dranda, and I'm sure you will never call me 'girlie' again. You may call me Madame or Shadow."
"Yes, Madame" He said.

Hunter

I wandered down the back alley, keeping my guard up as I walked. I had heard the rumors too, about someone who was making a safe haven for people like me. Criminals. People who were wanted by the law.

Meandering down a couple more alley, I found the warehouse where the rumored safe haven was suppose to be. Silently (not even bothering to knock), I open the door.

The site in front of me almost makes me laugh, so I smirk instead. A guy with black hair is on the ground holding his "knockers", while a younger looking girl stands in front of him. Two other girls, one with curly brown hair and the other with brown straight hair, stare in shock. Another guy, with blonde hair and blue eyes, looks at the other one with a sympathizing look.

Without even noticing it, a laugh trickles out of my throat. All heading turn toward me, expect one of course.

"Yo," I say while regaining my composer and letting the smirk back across my face," names Hunter."

Alisa Janáček

I had heard about this organisation, this "Haven" for a while now, rumours of it lurked throughout the darker society, you just had to know who to ask, and how to persuade them to give you the answer. I wasn't extraordinarily attractive, I looked like an albino 12 year old girl, but I knew how to get the information I needed. Brent and Issac were the apparent leaders, and through a bit of information trading I figured out their story, and their location. There are no secrets in criminal society, and it was easy to find the warehouse.

I found it surprisingly under protected, and after surveying every wall I realised that almost no thought had gone into the defense of this place. I whistled to myself out loud and I was afraid that one of them had heard me. I wanted to lay low for now and figure out everything I could about this place before I decided to become a part of it.

It was a new idea, and I liked it. Many hands make for light work but recruiting some of the most most skilled criminals to work as one, well, I'd have to see about that one. It's not easy for a criminal to trust anyone, let alone another of their kind.

I made up my mind when I noticed a large group of people congregating in the warehouse. I was surprised by what a large turnout Isaac and Blake had received. There was a guy who looked like a screwed up Ken doll, and a girl who wanted people to take her seriously with a name like "Madame." What was she, a dominatrix? With this crowd, you never knew. But regardless, I loved it, these were my people.

I got into the warehouse through an exposed back window and stood in the shadows, just watching everybody's interactions. I was dressed in a school girl outfit, left over from previous business I took care of, and planned to play this one safe. I stepped closer into the light and waited for someone to notice me.

Meredith Tully
Tully lazily stretched his arms out and appreciated the quality of his new black suit, with slight contempt he stared at before wiping some blood off the sleeve.

“You just had to put up a fight, didn't you?” He muttered at the bloody mess lying curled up in ball not four feet away. “I only wanted your suit.” Tully kicked the man in the stomach, enjoying the cry he got in response. “Well and your car, and your wallet.” Tully kicked him again. “But you've learnt a lesson today haven't you?” The man groaned, earning yet another kick. “You see the correct answer was: don't use the public toilets near a prison” Tully smiled at the man, who appeared to have passed out. Leaving the man to his pain Tully picked up the plastic bag that held his knife collection. It held over a dozen of varying shapes and sizes, ranging from a small butterfly knife to a Kukri. A stiletto lay snugly in his left sock while a push dagger rested in his pocket and a knuckle duster trench knife was tucked into the belt. He was carrying enough sharp weapons to classify as a small armoury. Despite this Tully dearly wished to have his old collection back, along with his small set of shotguns but he had lost all those when he went to prison. Tully climbed into the man's car, dumping the plastic bag in the seat next to him and taking a small note from it. Breaking out of prison had hardly been one of his smarter ideas and he needed somewhere to hide, luckily in prison there had been a man who talked of a safe place, a refuge from the law. Said man was now dead and Tully had this places address. A half hour drive later and Tully pulled up in front of a run down warehouse. His eyes surveyed the place in disgust.

“What a shithole.” He muttered as he climbed out of the car, bag in hand. Regretting it more and more Tully made his way to the shithole's door. He gave a heavy knock, not wanting to surprise and get shot by the kind of people who probably frequented places like this. Getting no reply Tully pushed open the door and almost sighed at the scene before him. Laughing, women and what he was pretty sure was a child. Hardly the kind of situation he had expected when he had heard about a safe haven from the police but needs must.

“Name's Tully.” He spoke up, getting the attention of the laughing people. “And I heard you know how to hide from the law.”