((I was thinking in both, Doctor, as in sometimes working together, but a romance couple as well.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

I guess I'll join! Two characters if it's alright!

Name: Rain Strife
Gender: female
Age: 22
Attire: varies with the job
Looks: mid-back length orange-gold hair, hazel eyes, freckles, average height, fisically fit
Height: 5'6"
Preffered weapons: triple barrel handgun, snipper, combo bow, poison darts
Background: it's basically unknown. She was trained in Ireland and was "trained" to forget her past, and eventually joined the assassin group in London
Other: Cloud's her twin

Name: Coud Strife (yeah yeah... from Final Fantasy 7... but w/e! lol!)
Gender: male
Age: 22
Attire: when not on missions, blacks and blues, on missions, what ever he needs to wear for the mission
Looks: short spicky hair died blonde(usually orange-gold, but prefers not to looks that much like his sister)
Height: 6'2"
Preffered weapons: hand gun, sniper, machine gun(sorry... I'm not big on guns and their name names...)
Background: same as Rain's
Other: is Rain's twin

Is that okay?

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Trudy was finished tracking the man and decided to head off. she walked outside and into the garage. "hmmm...." she thought for a moment on what car to choose. nothing too flashy and nothing too grand...ah she found the perfect thing.
she slid into the drivers seat of a 2006 mustang and turned in the key. she smiled to herself. she loved this car.
soon she sped off into the night.

she got there about 15 minuets later, she was lucky she didn't get a speeding ticket.
she parked the car in a near by parking garage. one without vallet. she walked about 5 blocks to the club.
she got there and they let her in pretty quickly.
she silently looked around for her victim.
"ah..there he is." she wispered. no one could hear her over the music.
she looked at a man with a nice business suit on drinking a martini.
she took a deep breath and walked twards the man.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Electra had ceased her training hours before and now lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the endless night to pass. Normally she thrived in the darkness, loving the thrill of the hunt-the joy of the kill. But not this night. Growling in frustration she sat on her bed a few minutes before rising and opening a window. Starring into the vast abyss that lay before her, she wondered what her life would be like should she had not chosen the assassin’s road. She had never truly regretted dedicating her life to the sword, yet there was an emptiness that lingered deep within her. An emptiness made all the more apparent on quiet nights and summer days. With a sigh, she took little notice of the quiet whistling of the wind whose fingers gently blew her raven locks about her, nor did she pay heed to shadows flickering against an outside wall.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

@T_D_G - Okay.

I'll have to get the bios up tomorrow as I don't have them on this computer and I don't feel like making them up again. Sorry for any inconvieniance.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Ok docter, but do you think you could start?? The bios can wait for tomorrow, but for now we will just have to imagine what the boss looks like.

And Eruraina, i'll add them both to the list.

Holly nodded, she appreciated what M was saying, too many times had Holly had to travel far to find her target, sometimes ending up turning up as the target moved elsewhere.
"Well im going for a walk to calm down, i'll see you around." murmered Holly, turning away from the building, she walked down the path and opened the gate.
"Wheres the boss?" she whispered to herself.

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M nodded after Holly and then went into the building that was her home her whole live. Once inside she mad her way to her room, it was the same room her father had when she was little and lived with him.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

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it was all a blur, Trudy ran out of the club stumbling and almost falling. her target catching her before she fell.
" come on the car is this way.." she said while running again. she could hear the sirens.
she planted her bomb on the wrong man.
something more complicated was at hand.
her original target, they got to talking. he knew who she was. she knew who he was. they had been to school together. he had mad a few people mad and quit a life of killing and started his own business.
Trudy had been in love with him despite the fact they were taught to hate.
he loved her too as far as she was concerned.

they just barely got to the car. the police saw them flee the club and were after them.
" Come on put it in gear " Darrek said urging her.
Trudy got the car in gear and started driving away fast. she could go back to the guild with the cops on her tail. she was going to have to lose them.
a thought entered her mind while she looked over at Darrek. " why did you come with me?" she said to the man next to her.
he looked puzzled at her. " becuase i love you."
Trudy turned a sharp corner. she was not surprised at all.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

it was all a blur, Trudy ran out of the club stumbling and almost falling. her target catching her before she fell.
" come on the car is this way.." she said while running again. she could hear the sirens.
she planted her bomb on the wrong man.
something more complicated was at hand.
her original target, they got to talking. he knew who she was. she knew who he was. they had been to school together. he had mad a few people mad and quit a life of killing and started his own business.
Trudy had been in love with him despite the fact they were taught to hate.
he loved her too as far as she was concerned.

they just barely got to the car. the police saw them flee the club and were after them.
" Come on put it in gear " Darrek said urging her.
Trudy got the car in gear and started driving away fast. she could go back to the guild with the cops on her tail. she was going to have to lose them.
a thought entered her mind while she looked over at Darrek. " why did you come with me?" she said to the man next to her.
he looked puzzled at her. " becuase i love you."
Trudy turned a sharp corner. she was not surprised at all.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Lady raelyn, is it ok if you drive past Holly or crash near her while she is running or something??

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Rain felt very uncomfortable in the miniskirt that the average person went to work in, and the tank top under a work jacket. Along with her hair being in a clip, and high heels. None of this made her happy, but hid it easily with years of practice. Ah, her target just stepped into the elivater with her. A man in his mid thirties. The two rode the elevater down to the first floor, and exited. The target went over to the bathrooms, while Rain crossed the room to the exit.

Just as she stepped outside, a man bumped her shoulder, she turned to see a sandy-haired man in a suite walk into the building. Rain smiled inwardly, and went over to a blue 2007 Ford Mustang GT convertable, and climbed into the drivers seat.
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Cloud walked down the street, and bumped into a red-head woman, grinning inwardly. Ah, the fun of being a twin. The bluetooth on his ear beeped, and then a voice-the voice of his twin-spoke into his ear.
"Alright, he went into the bathroom. You know what to do," and then wen silent. Cloud went inside the building, and over to the News board. He stood there a moment, seemingly interested in it, and then headed toward the bathroom...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

OOC: Sorry for not posting last night, but I had to go to bed. Well, here they are. Question, what's the name of our group? (I have an idea, but it's taken from Hitman, the International Contract Association (ICA). (It might be agency instead of association, but I'll look that up)
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Name: 'The Boss'
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown (possibly mid to late forties/early fifties)
Attire: He always wears a black suit, though the colour of the shirt and tie vary from day to day.
Looks: His is bald and his face is mostly plain, though he does have a scar running down his left cheek from the days when he went on assassinations himself.
Height: 5' 10"
Preferred weapons: He carries a Glock 9mm in a shoulder holster.
Background: No body knows anything about his past other than he has more successful kills than any other two agents combined.
Other: Everyone knows not to screw him over, because if they do and he survives, he will hunt them down and kill them.
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Name: Jason Bourne (Yes, I did steal him, but this rendition isn't quite a good as the book one.)
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Attire: Bourne's attire changes depending on the job he is doing.
Looks: Bourne is the epitome of the word average. His face is completely normal; no scars, no moles, no clef chin, absolutely no distinguishing characteristics; curtsey of plastic surgery of course. His eyes look different depending on the light, from gray to blue, though he usually wears colored contacts or tinted glasses to change his eye colour. Bourne's hair is a light brown colour naturally, but that too he changes depending on the job.
Height: 5' 11"
Preferred weapons: Whatever he needs to get the job done (preferable a silenced weapon)
Background: Bourne is an ex-American Special Forces, though he was discharged after a botched operation had left him the only survivor of his squad. He has been with the ICA (I'll use that for now and change it if someone comes up with a better name) for the longest out of the working assassins.
Other: His almost instinctual ability to completely change his appearance in a matter of minutes or hours (depending on the complexity of the change) has earned him the nickname of 'the chameleon.'
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Tell me if anything needs changing in the bios.

I also have an idea for a storyline. I'll pm it to you, Nienna Undome, if you want.
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IC: The Boss stepped out of his black Mercedes-Benz, smoothing down his suit and at the same time checking to see that his Glock was still in its holster. Satisfied that it was, he locked the Mercedes. He pulled out one of his multiple pre-paid disposable cell phones and dialed the number for Holly's cell, not knowing nor caring if she was inside the ICA HQ or out.
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Bourne pushed his glasses up farther on his nose as he walked past the villa belonging to Manuel And Alberto. They were two resident drug dealers that lived on the southern coast of England, down in Cornwall. Of course, like any good drug dealer, Alberto, the father, had security guards patrolling his home and today was a press conference where he would announce his new charity organization funded by drug money.

Bourne's client wanted Alberto and Manuel killed before they could announce it and this was the day Bourne had chosen simply because it was the most challenging as there were TV crews all around the villa grounds. He walked past the gates and nodded to the guards and they nodded back as they were used to him passing by at this time. He had been scouting out the villa for a few days now under the guise of a new resident taking morning walked for his health. Bourne looked old now, hair graying and glasses that made his eyes a constant steely gray.

Of course, under that facade was a deadly assassin, skilled in the arts of killing. He checked his watch, two hours to the press conference; it was time for him to go to work.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

OOC: yeah i can do that Nienna. you make your move first then i'll make mine.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Alice's Aston Martin roared through the winding streets as she called her client to tell her job was finished. The man that she had killed was a cruel rapist who managed to get off the hook. Not this time, though, she thought a hint of sadistic pleasure. She waited for a minute before her client answered the phone.
"Hello, Alice," the man politely said. "I assume you have good news?"
"The best," Alice replied. "He's dead. You might have caught it on the evening news. Something about a car bomb?"
"Yes, my dear. I'm afraid I would have preferred a different method but it worked nevertheless."
"Well, Mr. Farasan, I thought we needed to get the word out to rapists and other scum like that man that their evil deeds no longer go unpunished. We wouldn't want someone else's daughter to suffer the same fate as yours."
"Yes, indeed. Your money has been transfered to your bank account. Five hundred thousand pounds, as agreed."
"Thank you, Mr. Farasan," Alice began but then another call came. "Could you please hold, thank you." She clicked a button on her mobile that change the line and asked, "Yes?"
"Alice," the voice said. "We have another job for you."
"Now?" she asked incredulously. Her eyes glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was 10:45. She was hoping to get back to her drawing after her job was finished.
"Yes, I'm afraid Bourne will need your assistance in an assassination of two drug dealers."
Bourne, she thought. He was their best assassin. He was the one that usually got their job silently and swiftly. Alice, on the other hand, strongly favoured bombs, her nefarious idea of vengeance after a bomb took her parents.
"Where is he now?" she asked.
"In Cornwall."
"Sir, haven't you seen the time?"
Her superior ignored that and said "He expects you there" and abruptly hung up.
Alice sighed and took the road that would take her to Cornwall

(I hope you don't mind, Doctor)

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I was cured all right.

Thanks a lot docter, great bio's. And yeah, pmme your idea.

@ Raelyn, i suppose i'd better answer the bosses call before anything else.

Holly felt her phone vibrating softly in her jacket pocket, she pulled it out and looked at the screen. She frowned, rarely did anyone get a call from the boss.

"Hello?"

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