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 Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:36 am
Ok...there's always talk of the black market but there's an even more underground organization out there known as D.E.I.T.Y.
This has a post-apocalyptic setting so the end of the world has happened and is done. Luckily for the human race, they were technologically advanced enough to survive and all because of D.E.I.T.Y.
However...all good things come with a price. D.E.I.T.Y has initiated an elite group of assassins to act as a secret law enforcement where anyone who disagrees with the new rule of the world are solemnly executed by this force. Freedom fighters, which D.E.I.T.Y has dubbed H.A.V.E.N, don't have the technological weaponry but they have natural abilities. You're either a hunter...the hunted...or already dead...it's your choice.
Profiles
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:37 am
Name: Nicholai 'T.A.L.A' Volk
Age: 19
Organization: D.E.I.T.Y (to start)
Weapons: 6 silver handguns w/ wolves engraved on the barrels; a switchblade with his codename engraved in the blade; thin stilleto which he hides in his hair
Appearance: 
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BlondeShadow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 3:23 pm
Name: Kade "S.I.N" Silverstone (since everything seems to be an acronym... xd )
Age: 17
Organization: Working as a D.E.I.T.Y agent for H.A.V.E.N
Weapons: N/A
Appearance: 
((what are we allowed to use for weapons in this rp?)) xd
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:58 am
Name: Dementia (I feel left out) Age: 18 Organization: Unknown (it'll come out later) Weapon(s): Toomany to name Appearance: 
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:58 pm
((ok...consider this started))
Smoke dispersed into the night air from the barrel of a long barrel silver gun with wolf engraved along its side. The holder of the weapon stared over the top edge of his thin sunglasses despite it being night. The left temple of the now corpse on the ground gurgled as it bled. The sudden vibration from the cell phone on his waist and he put it to his ear. "Da?" He listened to the string of questions coming from the other end. "Elena...kak tvoyo zdorovie? Nicht...u menya vsyo po prezhnemu." Even if anyone was around, it was a small chance one who did would understand his Russian while he was in Italy at that time. He glanced over his shoulder a bit as the phone was now given to a man who was yelling at him in English. "Mr. Deity...you full of cheer as normal. Da, target has be terminate. I have vacation right now?" He turned his eyes back forward again, thinking he heard something.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:58 pm
Dementia stood off to the side and watched him. Her eyes narrowed. She had seen him around before, and knew that something was different about him. She looked at the small computer in her hand and sighed. Her next target was close, looking up at him again she smiled. This might just be a fun night after all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 1:31 pm
Tala lowered the phone a bit when he saw this sranger. Judging by the way she dressed, she must be of the 'New Generation' of D.E.I.T.Y. The people of daylight didn't dress like this woman nor himself. If there was another assassin around...why wasn't he informed? Most assassins had specific territories and never saw another assassin considering contact with other elite was forbidden within the organization. Tala was one of those who was sent around the world but he'd never seenany other assassin before unless he was killing them. "I take leave now..." He hung up on the person yelling at him and put his phone away. After a few seconds of staring at her, Tala pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he turned away.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 9:37 pm
A man stood on a roof top seemingly frozen against the light of the full moon, but a sudden ripping sound hinted otherwise. Sin jerked her dagger out of the body and it fell to he ground with a solid 'thump' like a ragdoll. She sighed and was glad that she hadn't come up against one of her own agents during the raid. She had worked undercover for H.A.V.E.N for quite sometime and had risen high in the ranks, but hard times were bringing her disguise into jeopardy. If D.I.E.T.Y found out about her secret operations, she'd be finished, it was unfortunate that she had become acustomed to being an assassin in the recent years even if she hadn't used the technologically advanced weapons of D.I.E.T.Y to finish the job. To be a full fledged assassin you haed to feel your victims die, and only then could you understand their suffering.
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BlondeShadow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 3:29 am
Dementia watched as Tala turned before she turned the other way. If he was truely her next target then she would make sure that the game would be played perfectly. With a sick grin she couldn't help but chuckle, she did love to play with her kills.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:00 pm
Tala continued over to his motorcycle, which was parked at the end of the alley. He swung his leg over the motorcycle and leaned back a bit as he sat down. He pulled a tie off his wrist and pulled back his hair, less it tangle as he took off down the empty road. This was the ruins of New York...at least the south side of Manhatten. Not even the every day police patrolled down there so it was a perfect place to kill.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:34 pm
Dementia strolls over to where he's sitting on his bike and drops a black rose onto his lap before vanishing.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 8:38 am
((uh...nm...))
Tala picked up the rose then tossed it over his shoulder as he reved the engine. He took off, screeching and burning rubber for the first 15 or so feet. A rose? Whatever that was about, he didn't care. Though it did make him wonder if had a mark against him for some reason.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:21 pm
Dementia sat at the top of a building watching the bike speed away. He was going to be fun.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 10:49 am
Tala continued out of the ruins of the old city to the dark slums where even the shadiest of characters wouldn't come. He stopped outside an old rundown chapel with a destroyed cemetary in the back. Pulling out his phone again, he made a quick call and a ramp opened up among the graves. He drove down the ramp to an extremely advanced underground city. He pulled into a garage specifically for him. He locked it electronically as he left into an elevator that moved up then went sideways toward the the center of the city. There were hundreds of housing complexes stacked on top of each other in sectors circling markets, armories, ammunition stations, hospitals, etc. A forcefield was generated around the city and as he went through each sector gate, the thin titanium collar around his neck made a small beeping sound to indicate he was legal to get this close to the center of the city. A single tower, though massive in size and very confusing by appearance, was his intent destination. The area of the entire city must have covered ground beneath the whole city of New York above.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:45 am
Dementia seemed to follow him where ever he went. She needed to find out more about him and fast.
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