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We are A.E.I.O.U., an organization of wayward bounty hunters, odd jobbers, you name it. We take on the requests of anyone who pays. We kill, we steal, we save, we restore, any request at all. Our members specialize in certain things, some are well-rounded to suit almost any task, and some don't do anything at all, save for protect the organization and it's secrets. Now, we're not the only ones in this shtick, but we're one of the best.



Organization CELESTE - Named after it's devout and pious founder, CELESTE is an organization similar to that of the real world's Red Cross. They save people, restore corporations via donations... They're the goody-two-shoes of the odd jobs industry.

Organization BOOM - As the name might imply, this organization specializes in warfare and fighting jobs. If you need someone killed, a group of people ambushed, even a leader assassinated, they're the ones to go to. This group consists mostly of rugged killers, psychopaths who haven't quite found their way to prison yet, and calm, cool, and collected militants.

Organization PHANTOM - This organization was named after it's mysterious founder who was known only as Phantommarth. The workings of this establishment aren't quite known yet, but they're pretty popular. They're our main rival.

A.E.I.O.U.:

Gaia Username: Yoruichilover5
Character Name: Prosco Racete (Prawz-co Rah-Say-Tay)
Organization: A.E.I.O.U.
Gender: M
Age: 26
Height/Weight: Height=5'10", Weight=157lbs.
Appearance: Prosco Racete
Weapon(s): Spiked, metal shinguards.
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Prosco can stand on virtually any surface by controlling his inner energy to his feet. He can also control the surface he's standing on by sending his energy through his feet to the surface. He can only control surfaces for a set distance, though, and can't move while controlling them. Extremely agile and formidable with his legs.

Gaia Username: 3R1C JUD3
Character Name: Eric James Lenda
Gender: M
Age: 35
Height/Weight: 6' 1", 185 pounds
Appearance: This is the only known picture of Eric, a crude sketch. Eric J. Lenda
Weapon(s): Simple silenced Glock G31 Standard .357 pistol (Glock G31 Standard .357 pistol) and a Benchmade Rukus knife. (Benchmade Rukus Knife)
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Eric is capable of snapping a full-grown man's neck with his bare hands, such as the Sultan Tippoo's Jetti strong-guards used to do so long ago. He is also highly skilled with weaponry of most kinds.
Biography: Eric is more or less a school-teacher by day and a killer by night. He was originally recruited by B.O.O.M.. He refused the job offer because he did not want to be associated with the common B.O.O.M. employee, the crazy psychopathic men doomed to prison. He somewhat believes himself to be superior to many. He now works with A.E.I.O.U., generally as a killer or a thief.

Gaia Username: DemonDays2
Character Name: Dmitri Ivanov
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Dmitri
Weapon(s): TT-33 Tokarev, VSS "Vintorez", Vz. 61 Skorpion, Ka-Bar. He always carries the Ka-Bar and TT-33, but the Skorpion and VSS come out on certain missions.
Power(s)/Ability(ies): No supernatural powers, though Dmitri is an exceptional marksman and computer hacker, as well as being very skilled at knife fighting and lockpicking

Gaia Username: Corialos
Character Name: Damien Wilzowski
Gender: M
Age: 27
Height/Weight: 5'10"; 175 lbs.
Appearance: Damien
Weapon(s): Damien has access to quite a few weapons and tools, due to his membership at the A.E.I.O.U., but in terms of weapons, he usually prefers to carry around a desert eagle .50, a switch-blade, and a silencer.
Power/Ability: Damien has a slow-acting healing factor, due to an experiment that was performed on him in prison by a military scientist. Aside from that, however, he has no other special abilities, mainly relying upon his wits and his training to survive. However, it should be noted that his time as a prisoner and a private eye has had an affect on his senses, being able to pick up things more quickly than most people.
Biography: Damien is a guy who's known for making mistakes. When he was a young kid living in the projects, he fell in with a rough crowd, joining the local gang. First he began as a thief, stealing to survive, but as he learned to kill and rise through the ranks of the gang, his own moral senses were repulsed by his own actions, and he chose to leave the gang, but leaving wasn't an option for the members. A shoot-out ensued, landing him and the other gang members in juvie, and later, prison. Through the back-breaking work of imprisonment, Damien became steadily stronger, and soon became top dog at the courtyards. Secretly though, he wished to get out of prison and make a better life.

One day, a military scientist offers him a choice; stay and rot in prison or take part of an experiment and go free. Damien didn't know why the scientist chose him for this experiment, but he wasn't going to argue. He got injected by an agent which gave him healing powers. Though the military wanted to keep him for further studies, he, uh, "persuaded" them to let him go free.

After that, he finished his high school and college education, later taking on a job as a P.I. However, though he had tried, he simply couldn't give up the violent rush of his criminal lifestyle, and, finding that he wasn't too picky about his methods in dealing with crime (due to his desensitization to violence in his time with his teenage gang and in the prison yard), chose to join A.E.I.O.U. to avoid the legal punishment of his actions, while still continuing his life as a Private Investigator.

Gaia Username: Doomed Lucid
Character Name: Rege
Organization: A.E.I.O.U.
Gender: Male
Age (Optional): 35
Height/Weight (Optional): ht: 7' 11" Wt: 175 LBS.
Appearance (Use a link, not an image): http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/171614/scare-crow-stick-pumpkin.jpg
Weapon(s) (If you have any): A cane which is half his size, he can make great use of it as blunt object, it holds many small tricks inside
Power(s)/Ability(ies) (If you have any): Amazingly flexible, fire magic.

CELESTE:

Gaia Username: Ayame Nayami
Character Name: Evangeline Luna
Organization: CELESTE
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height/Weight: 5'3/120
Appearance:Evangeline
Weapon(s): She carries around a dagger with her that she attaches to her leg "in case of emergency."
Power(s)/Ability(ies): She can heal wounds with collected energy from the earth.
Biography: Evangeline grew up in a house full of abuse and pain. She would always see her mother get hurt by an abusive husband, so Evangeline eventually found out that she could heal any type of wounds with collected energy from the earth. She then dedicated her life to heal and help people. When she found out about CELESTE she tried everything she could to get in. Finally her dream came true when she was accepted.

Gaia Username: theinstantboy
Character Name: Sakakita Ri
Gender: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Height: 180cm
Weight: Unknown
Appearance: Usually
Weapon(s): Knives, apparently. None have ever been found, though.
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Ri has minor shapeshifting, so while height remains constant, weight and features change periodically. Ri's main power, though, is the ability to mentally manipulate (move/shape) metal objects. Ri's control is essentially complete with regards to non-ferrous, non-alloy metals, but others are not outside the realm of possibility either.
Biography: Ri is a legal nonentity - there is no record of Ri's existence in the files of any government or organization so far investigated. Ri was discovered and taken in as a child by a member of CELESTE, and once it was conclusively proven that Ri has absolutely no aptitude for or interest in healing, the shapeshifter was assigned to the (very) small group of fighters associated with the organization - after all, healers need bodyguards too.
NOTE: Ri's outward physical sex is fluid because of the shapeshifting, so I'll refer to Ri with pronouns reflecting the character's current appearance, or none at all.

Gaia Username: Pokemon Champion Stray
Character Name: Rena Cresenya
Gender: F
Age: 300-something. I lost track.
Appearance: Rena Cresenya
Weapon(s): A staff
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Gravity magic and a bit of healing magic. She can bake like a boss and is almost always positive, no matter what the situation.

BOOM:

Gaia Username: yusei 42
Character Name: Takeda Ikki
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height/Weight: height:6'5" weight:185lbs.
Appearance: Takeda Ikki
Weapon(s): http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x262/Daalt256/Dragonblad.jpg
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Moves at an incredible speed and strength with the ability to create waves of energy.

Gaia Username: twiztid_lil_cookie
Character Name: Sandra "Shenanigans" McCollins
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height/Weight: 5'6/124 1/2 lbs
Appearance:http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt188/strangelilcookie/anime_babes045.jpg
Weapon(s): grenades, C-4, dead man triggers, sawed of shot gun, sniper rifle, pretty much anything she can use to cause problems
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Seduction, a slight bit of telepathy, pin point accuracy with a hand grenade.
Biography: Shenanigans is just a girl lookin for some fun and if she gets to blow something up in the mean time its just double fun for her!

Gaia Username: Pokemon Champion Stray
Character Name: Nel
Gender: F
Appearance: Nel
Weapon(s): A wicked, fork-like lance.
Power(s)/Ability(ies): She can manipulate electricity.

PHANTOM:

Gaia Username: Giachianeo
Character Name:Guy Arken
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height/Weight: 6' 3" 170 Pounds
Appearance: Guy Arken
Weapon(s): Guy likes to keep a selection of throwing knives on his person, and can use them with deadly efficiency. However, his favored blade is a pure steel knife that he's never missed with. A few of his knives are made of non-metal components, so he can smuggle them anywhere. He also keeps smoke, flashbang and stun grenades on him.
Power(s)/Ability(ies): None
Biography: Guy was abandoned on a church doorstep as a child, never knowing his family. However, on that night someone whisked him away, claiming they wanted a child. The orphanage, unsure of what to do, allowed Guy to be kept with no paperwork whatsoever. All of his life, he was trained to use knives, throw them, but taught a vital lesson-"If you are about to kill someone, be sure of yourself. They will never walk the earth again."

Gaia Username: Zyke Nevaristh
Character Name: Vladarhi Dhritarashtra
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height/Weight: 6'0"/140lbs.
Appearance: The Albino
Weapon(s): A single rapier
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Manipulates words to effectively distort reality
Biography: Properly bred and raised, Vladarhi spent childhood under the jurisdiction of tutors and instructors. At his coming of age, he was offered a select position with an organization known for the lack of information on file for them. Thus hence, he has been a diligently loyal asset, determined and efficient in his duties.

Gaia Username: Trucker George
Character Name: George Poli
Organization: PHANTOM
Gender: Male
Age (Optional): 44
Height/Weight (Optional):5' 7", 135 lbs.
Appearance (Use a link, not an image): George can't resist western wear- he's 100 per-cent cowboy. http://s614.photobucket.com/albums/tt222/TommyFenwick/?action=view¤t=GeorgesF-2502.jpg
Weapon(s) (If you have any): A traditional Smith and Wesson .45, Numerous hunting knives, including his favorite ( http://s861.photobucket.com/albums/ab177/jaka2cool/Knife/?action=view¤t=HK002.jpg )
Power(s)/Ability(ies) (If you have any): George Poli is an excellent shot with a gun, and is decent with a knife as well. He is very skilled working on cars and other sorts of things- a well-rounded mechanic and handyman. He is also usually quite rational, which helps in tight situations.
Biography (Optional): George Poli grew up on a farm with his mother and abusive step-father. He ran away from the farm, from the hell his step-father had created when he was seventeen, and started doing whatever he could to get by. This often meant thieving and doing odd jobs when he was not working at his roofing job. He was eventually noticed by PHANTOM, who hired him as an all-around guy, an agent that could more or less undertake any mission.

Gaia Username: Yoruichilover5
Character Name: Viral
Gender: M
Age : ??? (Looks to be in his mid-twenties)
Appearance: Viral
Weapon(s): A cleaver blade and a small pistol.
Power(s)/Ability(ies): Heightened senses, flexibility, strength. Also has a regenerative factor.
Biography: He is a Beastman, created in a lab by PHANTOM's top-notch scientists. He was made to be the ultimate exterminator, and he does his job well. He's cocky and arrogant, but, when faced with a challenge, his determination shines through. He's ignorant of the world and of positive emotions, a result of being raised to kill, but, that may change. He may learn a thing or two from the 'humans' he's sent to exterminate.

"Sigh," a man said, staring up at a giant bulletin board littered with posters, wanted ads, and requests. "I just want something easy that'll give me some quick cash," the man said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He was of average height and build, with curly orange hair that framed his face. He wore a blue jean jacket and a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans, some weird overall-like apparel that covered his blue jeans, and what looked to be metal, spiked shinguards. "I guess this'll have to do," he said, grabbing a flyer off the board. The man walked over to a counter at the end of the room, where several people sat behind it, talking to fellow organization members and registering them for whatever jobs they feel like taking part in.

This was A.E.I.O.U., an organization that accepts the requests of any person that can pay a fee, or who offers some other value. It's members accepted a client's request, and completes whatever objective specified.

"Hey, Jeanne," the man said, handing a woman behind the counter the flyer he held. "Good morning, Prosco," the woman said, taking the flyer and setting it down beside her. Typing away on her computer, looking to the flyer every few seconds to apply the man for his job. "Stayed up late again, eh?" The woman asked, continuing the application process. "How could you tell?" The man asked, a questioning look on his face. "You sound tired, and you've said the word 'sigh' seven times since you've walked into the foyer," The woman replied, smiling. "Who keeps track of stuff like that?" The man asked, jokingly, scratching his head in a 'You Got Me' gesture. The woman chuckled, saying, "I have to look out for your well being. You rake in quite a bit of cash for us, and it would be a shame to lose such an invaluable organization member." "So, what, all I'm good for is your paycheck?" The man said, laughing a little. The woman handed the man the flyer and a card with his job number (So he could look up the job on a computer, should he lose the flyer). The man reached for the items and, as he did, the woman put her free hand on top of his, saying, "Take care of yourself, Prosco. We really do care for you." After a pause, the man closed his eyes and gave a slick smile, saying, "You're such a worrywart, you know that?" "Oh, you know me so well," the woman said, laughing, lifting her hands of the paper and hand, so the man could get on with his job. The man started for the exit, opposite of the counter. "Good luck!" The woman said, as the man walked out.

((Lol- thanks, Yoruichi. XD Lol- I think I owned the page with this post!))

The man standing near the bulletin board watched as the other fellow, Prosco Racete, left, not really taking any interest in him, but watching him for some reason nonetheless. He sighed after a moment, as the other man's sighing had undoubtedly become infectious, and turned back to the board. He was wearing blue-jeans and a Revolution soccer jersey- his usual attire, unless he was teaching or out on a mission. He had wide brown eyes and slightly-graying straw hair, with a broad, stubbled face. He was a reasonably tall fellow, and quite strongly built. He was not grossly overbuilt like a steroid-injecting television wrestler, but he had the look of a fellow who was just as strong, if not stronger. And there was no doubt that he was. Eric Lenda was a contract killer, more or less. He was hired in tough situations to pick off key targets- he'd killed his share of politicians, thugs, and the like. For the right price, he'd kill anyone. This is why he was so valuable to A.E.I.O.U.- they needed men like him, people that weren't afraid to kill.

They also needed men like him, in the sense that he was also good at covering his job- double-living, if you will. Eric Lenda was a charming and well-liked teacher by day, and a murderer-for-hire by night, and he was able to transition between the two polar lives effortlessly. He was charming for a big man, with light-hearted brown eyes and a quick smile- when he was not killing someone, that is. When he went on a mission, the light-hearted humor vanished, to be replaced with a harsh and lethal determination. He was a master of the mask.

Eric sighed again. That other man's sigh had really become infectious. He cracked his neck and reached out to pluck a blue-papered flier off the board. There were no assassinations to carry out this time- he'd have to settle for something less this time. A bit irritated at having to take a lesser-paying job such as this, he read over the flier. Yet again, he sighed- he wished that there had been a better job up, but this one would have to do. It was one of the few in his general category of murder and thieving.

He went up to the counter at the far end of the room, the paper clenched in his hand, and waited until someone was free to register his latest job. The woman that had just taken care of Prosco's application took the paper from his hand and scanned over it. Her fingers proceeded to tap out letters on the keyboard in front of her as she started to talk. "Back already, Eric?" she asked him, looking up at him as her fingers ran wild on the keyboard. Eric nodded. "Yeah- he went down way too easy," he said easily of his last kill. In the workplace, Eric was almost as casual and well-liked as he was outside of it- it was when he was actually on the job that his demeanor changed. The woman dipped her head, nodding. "Well I suppose that's a good thing," she said, and Eric agreed as she handed him back the paper and his job-number card. "Thanks," he said, and leaned against the counter on his elbows. "So how's the company treating you, Liz?" he asked her, grinning. He knew most of the people here by name, as he was a reasonably skilled socializer. She smiled, and her face reddened a bit. "Oh, everything has been pretty good, Eric- pay is fine, and I'm not working long hours, so... yeah, everything's good," she said, and Eric Lenda nodded. "Good to hear," he said, and patted her shoulder before walking away to read up on his latest mission.

Guy leaned against the A.E.I.O.U building, watching with interest as a man left the building. He looked away, not wanting to attract attention, and watched some people rush across the street. P.H.A.N.T.O.M was giving him the day 'off', meaning that he was free to scope out the other organization for the day. He lived with P.H.A.N.T.O.M, lived for it, sp he had no interest in doing anything not involved with it.
He looked back, and noticed another, slightly taller man walk out. That'll be Lenda. And just what might he be doing today? Guy chuckled, making sure that the man had heard him. He was going to make his presence known to their organization today, maybe even mess with them a little. The organization didn't need competition.

Eric walked out into the bright sunlight with his flier in hand and stopped just at the side of the door to let his eyes adjust before leaving. He leaned against the wall to wait for his vision to adjust to the brightness of the outdoors. The sun was high overhead, blinding everyone with its brilliant rays, and Eric Lenda wasn't about to walk into a mission half-blind. And then he heard a low chuckle from the other side of the doorway, a rather snide little laugh.

Eric looked to his side with his eyebrows raised at the sound, to see the source of the chuckling. There stood a younger man, dark-haired and bespectacled, and he was grinning. He was the only person in the immediate area, and Eric saw that the fellow was watching him with great interest, the rather snide grin on his face. He knew immediately that this person was not from A.E.I.O.U.- nor was he a regular citizen. He most have been from one of the other organizations. A rival. Eric felt the hostility rise inside him, as he had more or less been trained to hate those from the other organizations. He tried not to rush into a confrontation with the man, because he had not been ordered to do so. Not only that, but the man was obviously dangerous, if he was from another organization.

Eric gave him the briefest of nods, to let him know that his presence had been acknowledged. He slipped the paper into his back jeans pocket, and at that moment, decided to let this man know who he might be reckoning against- just in case. The man would think nothing of it if he were really just a citizen, but if he were a member of an opposing organization, this might put him off a bit if he was looking for a confrontation. Eric faked a yawn and brought his arms up behind his head. Letting the sleeves of his Revolution soccer jersey fall down to his shoulders, he put his hands together behind his head and flexed his arm muscles as if stretching the great bands of muscle rippling under the skin like massive rocks. He held this just long enough for the other man to hopefully notice before cracking his neck. He leaned back against the wall, bringing his massive arms back down to his sides, the short sleeves falling back half-way down his upper arm. He grinned privately to himself. Intimidation was always a good thing.

Ri, wearing an appearance as close to truth as it ever got, walked along a familiar street wearing an unpleasant-looking frown. Having been outright kicked out of the CELESTE headquarters for the day and told to "relax, dammit!", Ri was forced to find something to do that wasn't work. Ri's solution, of course, was to try and find something work-like (but not technically on behalf of CELESTE) to do. The plan? Find a fight and beat some people up until they stopped fighting.

And lo and behold, two men hitting each other! A grin spread across a changing face. From boyishly androgynous to clearly female - the more to embarrass the fighters - Ri's face rippled and then settled into place before she stepped between the fighters. Her attention was pulled briefly away as she spotted a coworker sitting at a nearby cafe, and in that moment she found herself in the way of a decent left hook, which slammed into her chin.

An instant later, the man who punched her was flat out on the ground, down for the count. Turning her eyes to the other man, she grinned in satisfaction as he took off running.

Tylen rolled his eyes, clearly unintimidated by the mans show of force. Muscles are minions, not commanders. This man obviously doesn't have what it takes to be the latter. "Impressive! Your strength shows. However, your intelligence doesn't, teacher." With that, he laughed, and turned into an alleyway.
He inspected the dark, grungy place thoroughly, looking for spots where he could ambush Eric should he choose to follow, but found none. He briskly walked through, losing interest in the alleyway. He could have laughed, though-a drugged man was sitting there, lost in his needley pleasure, and didn't notice when Ty delibrately kicked him in the stomach. Imbecile.