This RP takes place in the CIA of the United States. It basically deals with any type of intelligence that may threaten the country. Here's a link to what it's about: http://www.cia.gov/cia/information/info.html

My character:
Name-Carly Elizabeth Murcek
Age-25
ID-CLASS: USS-CI-2300924
Call Signs-(Former)Falcon (Current) Raven
Aliases-Kalyn James, Elizabeth Irwen
Height-5’8’’
Weight-115
Characteristics-Golden Brown hair with multiple highlights of regular blonde, bleached blonde, dark blonde, light brown, and dark brown, ice blue eyes
Training/Special skills-Trained in several sports-Volleyball, Basketball, Swimming, Soccer, and Track and Field, Several martial arts, Linguistics, Computer Hacking
Language-English (several dialects), Spanish, Mexican, Brazilian, Portuguese, Hebrew, Arabic, Taiwanese, Japanese, Chinese, Russian, Hungarian, German, French, Greek, Indian and Dutch
Education-Bachelor’s Degree in Theology Graduated from Faith Christian School in 2000, at age 17 with highest honors
Experience-CIA Feild Agent
Relationships-Jesse Bracken ((Deceased 2000)), Richard Erwin (Married 2003)
Personal Details-Was born with a twin brother, and had two older siblings. She lived in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, and attended Faith Christian School, and graduated. But at her graduation party, her sisters, twin brother, parents, and boyfriend were killed by shooters. She moved away from Pittsburg and to Los Angeles, and attended college there. She got her theology degree, and a year after, she became a CIA Agent. She also married her boyfriend, Richard Erwin, and now have 4 year old daughters, Ashley Rebecca Erwin and Megan Michelle Erwin.

Here's a pictre of her..



(Also..this rp is taking place in...2008)

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Sounds interesting, maybe I could play as an antagonist? Yes, no??

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I was cured all right.

My character:
Name: Cathrine Devina Blunt
Age-22
ID-CLASS: USS-CI-2300924
Call Signs: (former)Cat (Wolf
Characteristics- a sheen of raven black hair, pale skin, ruby red lips and eyes that seem to be
Training/Special skills: expert marksman, yoga and running, linguistics, culture, phscology, political history, chemistry, drama
Language- English, Afrikaans, arabic, chinese (all dialects), Japanese(all dialects), Hindi, Russian, French, Italian, Spanish, Tschek[sp], Greek, most skandinavian tounges, German and Turkish
Education-Bachelor’s Degree in Mathematics, Biology and Chemisty (International Baccalauret)
Experience: MI6 and MI5 field agent
Relationships: -none since university-
Personal Details: Born in London, moved into central Kent after her father died in a car accident, mother died in a plane crash not all too soon afterwards. Grew up an orphan with her uncle and younger brother Alex. Went to Eton, was rebell child, but hung unto her uncles everyword. Her uncle died- another car accident and she accidently finds out about her parents' true identities. (Mother: High ranking assasin, Father a disgraced agent)Intelegance Agencies of England get in touch as soon as she's out of university(Oxford).


http://www.keirapictures.com/albums/Mov ... mal_01.jpg

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Both of you, that's fine.

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Cheers^^

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Name: John Tarion
Age: 35
Aliases: Erik Mirstik, the Lord
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 135
Characteristics: Dark brown ruffled hair, hazel eyes.
Training/ Special skils: All disciplines of Ninjutsu, Swimming, Water Polo, Medicine
Languages: English (several dialects), Spanish, Portuguese, Hebrew, Arabic, French, German, Russian, Taiwanese, Japanese, Mandrian.
Education: Doctor's Degree in Pathology from Sir William Dunn
School of Pathology in the University of Oxford
Experience: Mossad
Relationships: None since medical school
Personal Details: He was born to a British couple in Jerusalem, Israel and livered there for his childhood and college years. When a Fedayeen suicide bomber blew up a bus with his parents inside after Johnhad achieved his doctor's degree, he joined Mossad. But he grew disatisfied with them and he left the group. He shed his old name and, taking a new one, formed a terrorist organization, dedicated to the destruciton of religion. One cause for his decision is his parents' death to religious fundamentalist.
Pic of him:

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I was cured all right.

Name- Làszlò Laine
Age- 27
Call Signs- Black Swan
Aliases- Thomas Hudson
Height- 194 cm
Weight- 78 kg
Characteristics- Long brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, a goatee.
Training/Special skills- Aikido for self defence, Business/Marketing, Bomb Defusing/Arming and Building.
Language- Finnish, English, German, Dutch, Arabian and Hungarian.
Education- International Business School Budabest, Hungary
Experience- One big car company and his 3 years career as a dealer.
Relationships- None
Personal Details-

He comes a family of a finnish father and a hungarian mother, his first name is hungarian because they lived in Hungary yet his father wanted his son to use his last name. He grew up at Budabest, he live a so called happy life as he always pretended that everything was all right until he got involved in drugs.

At the age of 18 he got some help in his heroine problem and continued his schools, besides his school he was interested in chemistry and kept it as a hobby. Later on as he gratuated he got into a proper work at a bif company yet he fell again into drugs only to get fired and he had to look for work elsewhere so he decided to combine two things. His work and his hobby, he began building bombs after he had learned how to and began marketing them for profit. Yet, if you pay him enough for planting a bomb or something like that he will do it.

Pic:

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

wow...those bios are pretty good everyone!
I'd like to get maybe 1 or 2 more characters before we start, but if not..we'll just start.

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Name- Kyra Leanne Phillips
Age-23
ID-CLASS: USS-CI-2300924
Call Signs- (Current) Nightingale
Aliases-Emmy Roberts, Katie Phfeffer
Height-5’6’’
Weight-115
Characteristics- light blonde hair,
Training/Special skills- Comp. Hacking, Martial Arts, Track, 12 languages
Language-English (several dialects), German, Spansih, Chinese, Korean, Dutch, French, Italian, Russian, Japanese, Tiwanese, Arabian, Hungarian
Education- English Bachelor's Degree from UCLA
Experience-CIA Feild Agent
Relationships-Logan Hugh Wodworth
Personal Details- She was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. She was a top grade student and went on to UCLA. She was always an athletic girl who loved to run. She studied English and many foreign languages in college. Still her dream was to become part of the CIA. She got an interview to work as a small part. After she got the job she excelled in her area and quickly progressed to a field agent. She has a boyfriend, Logan Hugh Wodworth. Both her parents are deceased (2005) from a car accident.

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I guess we'll start then

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Paris
Carly Murcek swerved the car around to avoid the tractor trailer that was passing the street. She placed her foot on the gas, and sped up, before turning the car around. Setting it to go in reverse, she looked up at the winsheild, and saw the three black cars following her. She lowered the side window, and grabbed her gun, before shooting at them. The bullets broke through the window, and she shook her head, before shooting again at the driver. She looked behind her, as the first car swerved into the other lanes, and was hit. She turned back, and looked at the two other cars, and shot at the one on the left. The glass broke, and she saw the blood on one of the drivers, as it moved into the other car. Both swerved toward the tractor trailer, and she shot at the other one, and it exploded, before it could hit the truck. She sighed in relief, and turned the car around. Setting it to drive, she headed toward the airport, where three other CIA agents were waiting for her.

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Cathrine- or Cat as she was often named sat back casually in the first class loby. To her extreme distaste, a french waitress came up and spoke to her in english. Her reply was an inclined head and a opend palm. Her year in Japan had changed her, she thought sipping gently from the cup of Earl Grey tea.

Her ear piece buzzed, and she opend her laptop, logging onzto her servers, and then wiping the information as soon as she had read it. Picking up the paper, she scanned through the numerous pages with disinteresst.
She must be worth more than this. So long in training, so many succsesfull missions, and she was stuck in Paris? Again? And waiting for three CIA agents? Something must've gone wrong.

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Thomas sat quietly in front of a small cafè in Budabest, he wore a long coat over his normal clothing, which was a fine suit, he wore black brown shoes and had sunglasses on his head. He was supposed to be meeting with a client, it was a public place and Thomas knew that the cops were onto him. Sadly they were onto Thomas, not Làzlò who would replace Thomas when the deal came. Thomas was a fine business man as the front, behind the scenes operated a man who liked dark clothes, chesmistry and was serious unlike the pleasant and smiling Thomas.

You could say he was living two lives or he was a schizophrenic, but no one of those were true. Thomas was what Làzlô was when he was decent and didn`t sell bombs, Làzlô was who he really was and so he lived the life he would have really wanted or had once. Thomas wasn`t a smoker and didn`t even drink coffee unlike Làzlò, Thomas had a small glass of water on the table(where Làzlò would have had a wine glass) in the shadow waiting as he read the paper quietly whistling as he waited for his client.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She pulled up at the airport and grabbed the breifcase with the lethal posions and the files on it. She got out of the car, and looked at the CIA agents that came up to her. "Did you get them." A short nod was all they needed, and the four headed inside the airport.

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Looks like a cool RP - do you need another charrie?

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(Yeah..)

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(K, let me round one up! )

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