Everyone for Themselves (Literate Assassin Roleplay O/A)

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Welcome

Welcome to my roleplay everyone. This is the third roleplay based upon assassins I've made, realizing now my first one sucked, the second one had way too many flaws, and hopefully this one will make up for that. So help me out! Im gonna be using ALOT of Anime references so see if you can spot them for a little prize if you join!

This is meant to be a fun assassin based roleplay based on several different assassin animes such as Golgo 13, Gunslinger Girl, etc. It's a fun little roleplay that can suit any sort of roleplayer (as long as they are at least semi-literate) no matter what the preferred type! I'll go deeper into detail about the organizations later in the posts.

Backstory:
Welcome to Kojiwa City. It is located in a small island chain several nautical miles off the coast of India and is home to worldwide criminal organizations such as the Triads, Yakuza, Mafias, etc. It is a hub for criminal activity and the Police Service does nothing mostly because they are bribed by the criminals. No help there for outsiders. It's a free for all really. But occasionally freelance organizations will do odd jobs for the Criminal Organizations now and then, because the organizations don't want to get their hands dirty, not that it would matter anyways. The Organizations have ties to everywhere around the world and the island is usually used to smuggle weapons into the Middle East and other Countries in Asia and the Middle East as well as Africa. The men and women living in Kojiwa have no sense of justice and fend for themselves run by greed and power. Money corrupts ya' know! The Organizations also have control over several of the Islands surrounding the main island and are just as lawless as Kojiwa.

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Rules and Regulations

1. No cybering. Seriously.
2. No godmodding. No Assassin can kill another with one round. It would end the RP too fast. These are highly trained assassins, they will try to survive and the fight will go on for a long time. Not 2 seconds.
3. Assassins may work together, As long as there's no backstabbing involved. Well maybe. Ask the other about it before you do anything.
4. Though this isn't a romance roleplay I guess romance and crap is allowed. Doesn't matter to me. Just don't go overboard.
5. If you join please post often. Don't just wait until something good happens. If you don't post within 3 days of joining or 4 days within your last post without warning you will be removed.
6. Remember, these are assassins not Military Personnel. They can't get ahold of the Military grade weapons like the Browning M2. Seriously. There's no need for a fifty caliber machine gun. Snipers are okay though. Sometimes an assassin needs to kill an engine block.
7. No futuristic jetpack s**t. This takes place in modern times. Not futuristic HALO time.
8. Cursing is encouraged. Hell you can't be an assassin without a wide vocabulary of curse words!
9. Describe your actions in full. Don't just be in a building smoking a cigar in one post and be off in a speed boat heading to California the next. Doesn't work like that.
10. You may leave the city but stay on the Islands around. No you can't go to mainland India, Africa, Middle East, Japan, ESPECIALLY America. Unless you have permission from me to go to a foreign land. I might put up jobs that multiple assassins can step on Foreign Soil for. Maybe. Not indefinite.
11. Please send me all profiles titled "Assassin" and put an emote, doesn't matter which before your profile so I know you read my rules.

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Accepted Freelance Assassins

*The men and women of these organizations if you want to call them that are multi-tasking badasses. All with some background of fighting and blood on their hands. They usually take the jobs the organizations want done without being held accountable. Such as eliminating an enemy gang's drug dealer or Lieutenant. Or for the Foreign clients killing foreign targets in the limits of Kojiwa.

1. "The Afghan Butcher"
Gaia Name: Sasokata
Character's Name: Ex: Sergeant First Class Jason Conner
Character's Nickname(s): The Red Mist, The Afghan Butcher, The Silent Death
Character's Primary Weapons:
+ US Army Issue M24A2 Sniper Weapon System with an NVS, Bipod, and lightened trigger pull
+ Barrett M82A1 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle with a padded stock, NVS, and bipod with optional suppressor
+Colt Defense M16A3 Assault Rifle with a suppressor and EOtech 552 Holographic Sight
+ SIG-Sauer P229 Pistol (.40S&W)
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ Gerber LHR Combat Knife
+ Blood Stained Ka-Bar Combat Knife (The one he used to slice Afghan's into tiny pieces)
+ x3 M67A1 Fragmentation Grenades
Character's Theme Song: Red Fraction-- Mell
Character's Likes:
+ Death
+ Suffering
+ Blood
+ Patience
Character's Dislikes:
+ Firefights
+ Tanks
+ Counter-Snipers
Character's Biography: Jason was a normal kid growing up, like any other kid lighting fireworks, having fun with them, You know how it goes. But when he went to Middle School he became a different person, He had defected from his parents and was continually going to school while camping in the forest about a mile away from his home. He was a loner really. Nobody cared for him besides his parents whom he despised. When he went to High School he was still living in the camp, surviving off of what lived in the forest. He got into several fights and won each one. He had learned to fight unfair to win. He learned to kill. He loved it. The rush of it all. When he graduated High School he went to the US Army and signed his papers then left for Basic Training. He passed it with high marks, due to his several years of surviving in the forest. When he graduated he decided to become a Sniper as his MOS. He was an excellent marksman and scored a hit on each target with the M16 the Army gave him to train with. He passed through Sniper School quite easily and became a Sniper. After several years of going to Afghanistan and Iraq he had killed several people with no remorse. And when he felt like going infantry, against orders he would charge in with an M16 Rifle and disarm the men then take them into a dark area then slice them up like he was a butcher. Earning him the nickname the Afghan Butcher. After 2 years of doing that and being Promoted several times he was eventually Dishonorably discharged for War Crimes but he skipped out on being arrested by the MPs and killed whomever tried to take him in. He now survives in the US Territory in Imperial City as an assassin for hire. He's the best in the city some people have said, He's invincible, He's terrible. He has no remorse, he's the Angel of Death himself. Also what people have said. He is a lonesome person and has nobody close to him. He never planned on it. He has his beliefs and in his opinion having someone close is a weakness. The targets can find out who he is and use that weakness to exploit him. He prefers to be alone. In the States he has a fairly large bounty and on the FBI's Top 10 Most Wanted as number 3. His bounty is around 3 Million Dollars for Capturing him alive, and 2.3 Million for a corpse. Nobody has tried to track him down purely because he lives under the radar, He takes everything in cash and never keeps friends around for too long.
Character's Picture:
Sergeant First Class Jason Conner


2. "Two Mile"
Gaia Name: Zion International
Character's Name: Lieutenant Katya Dementyev
Character's Nickname(s): Two Mile, Scars
Character's Allegiance: Freelance (Gruesome Twosome)
Character's Primary Weapons: (Guns, More if you want. Shall not exceed 5)
+Istiglal Ist 14.5mm AMR w/ 5-8x scope, threaded barrel, optional muzzle brake and suppressor
+PTRD-41 14.5mm AMR w/ digital 8-15x scope, precision threaded barrel, optional muzzle brake, and suppressor
+Ishapore Lee Enfield SMLE .308 rifle w/ 5x scope
+FN P90 5.7mm PDW
+FN FiveSeven 5.7mm handgun
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+Enfield Bayonet
+Mk3A2 Concussion (Raw Explosive) Grenade
+M18 Green Smoke Grenade
+MM-1 Gas Mask
+Improvised Chlorine Gas Grenade
Character's Theme Song: N/A
Character's Likes:
+Mile long shots
+Vehicle Harrassment
+Fighting in adverse weather
+The escape once the deed is done
Character's Dislikes:
+Artillery
+Being flanked
+Rocket Launchers
Character's Biography: Katya was born in a desolate village in Siberia where hunting was an everday mode of survival. She was taken on hunts every week with her father and sometimes her grandfather during her childhood and was a top shot with the family's Mosin Nagant rifle at 12. Siberia was a tundra a good amount of the year and she didn't find it suiting. In her late teens she boarded a Siberian train en route to Moscow. She enlisted and immediately proved herself the top shot when placed into basic. She was transferred to SPETSNAZ sniper training and was molded into one of the most feared predators on a battlefield. On down time at base using an old PTRs-41 rigged with a scope she shot a soup can that was almost 2 miles away earning her the nickname "Two Mile". In Afghanistan she was assigned to provide cover for tanks against RPG fire. In her last mission she was hit by an RPG and was left for dead out in the wastes of Afghanistan. That's when she met Pavel Losev who was just so happening to defect using a T-34/85 he recaptured from the Majudeen and heavily modified to outrun current Soviet tanks.
Pavel took her along with him and escaped into Malaysia. The three years after that were a haze to Katya. After Pavel had found suitable medical care for her, she was still in pain and she became addicted to pain medication. The years were a struggle but eventually Katya stepped out of the haze with Pavel's help only to find they literally had no way of paying off the debts that accumulated. The doctor that had treated Katya suggested doing assassinations for criminal organizations and introduced them to the Chinese Triad branch in Malaysia. It didn't take long. The debts were payed off within a years time and again Katya and Pavel broke away from the Triads disposing of those that dared object and went into Kojiwa after the dictatorship was dissolved.
Character's Picture: Katya


4. "Tankman"
Gaia Name: Zion International
Character's Name: Pavel Mikhailovich Losev
Character's Nickname(s): Tankman
Character's Allegiance: Freelance (Gruesome Twosome)
Character's Primary Weapons: (Guns, More if you want. Shall not exceed 5)
+Browning M1917 Heavy Machine Gun 7.62x54R conversion w/ modified water jacket, flash suppressor and bipod
+GM-94 43mm Grenade Launcher
+FN P90 5.7mm PDW
+FN FiveSeven 5.7mm handgun
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+M1918 Trench Knife
+Anti-Tank No. 74 "Sticky Bomb"
+TNT Demolition Charges
+MM1 Gas Mask
+M18 Green Smoke Grenade
Character's Theme Song: N/A
Character's Likes:
+Executing Ambushes
+Tanks
+Mechanics
+Large Scale Battles
Character's Dislikes:
+Rocket Launchers
+Relocating with a machine gun
+Non conservative tanks like the Abrams
Character's Biography: Pavel was a career armored vehicle technician from Vladvostok who joined the Soviet Tank Corp at a young age and escaped from the Soviet Union's grasp using the knowledge he learned from his training. Before his escape though he was deployed to Afghanistan where he cycled through various tanks after having one after the other destroyed from either RPGs, improvised explosives, mines or just a bottle with a flaming rag. He spent 3 years in Afghanistan and eventually he'd had enough.
He saw his ticket out from the war and the Kremlin in an old Soviet T-34/85 tank in the enemy's hands. He stole it from the Majudeen at night and drove off using a nightvision PSO scope as his eyes until dawn. He stole various things from Soviet bases and did a farily decent job modifying the tank over the course of 4 months. He sped out across the desert along with another man who made arrangements to get a plane to a non Communist country is southeast asia. Along the way Pavel ran across the mangled body of Katya. There was a dispute between him and the contact about taking her along which ended with Pavel shooting him.
A plausible excuse was given at the meeting point and he and Katya escaped into Malaysia. His troubles didn't end there because soon he was caught up in medical debts, living expenses he couldn't pay and Katya's addiction to pain meds. so to pay off what they owed they worked for the Triads as assassins. The Triads wanted to keep them under their thumb but Pavel's answer to that was 200 pounds of TNT to their headquarters and flipping them off as his charter sailed off to Kojiwa.
Character's Picture: Pavel

5. "Coffin"
Gaia Name:Vrie Silero
Character's Name: Petty Officer First Class Ryan Kofran
Character's Nickname(s): Coffin 
Character's Allegiance: Freelance  
Character's Primary Weapons: 
+Colt Defense M4A1 (5.56x45mm NATO) with bipod, Beta C 100 round magazine, and forward handgrip
+Saiga-12 (12 Gauge) with silencer
+CZ SP-01 Phantom (.40 S&W) with silencer, Trijicon illuminated sights, and lighted trigger pull. 
Character's Secondary Weapons: 
+Mark I Trench Knife
+x3 Composition 4 plastic explosive devices
+Kevlar vest
Character's Theme Song: Nothing Else Matters by Metallica 
Character's Likes:
+Rivers
+High Speed Boats
+Money
+Women
Character's Dislikes:
+Weapon malfunctions
+Rich and lazy gangsters
+Human Trafficking 
Character's Biography: Ryan grew up in a fairly normal household, with two parents and an older sister in Yuma, Arizona. His father had served in the army as had his father before him, but Ryan had different leanings. Once he turned 18 he went down to the Navy recruitment center and signed up against the wishes of his dad. After finishing BCT, he applied and was accepted into SWCC training at Coronado, California. After completing his training he was station to patrol the rivers of Columbia and search for Cartel hideouts and other structures. During one patrol he and the other men in his boat raided a small village that was a hub of drug trafficking out of the jungle. During the raid a well armed group numbering close to 50 nearly cut off the SWCC team's boat. During the fighting, two of the men died before they could reach the craft and ,Kofran, against a direct order went back to the shore and retrieved both of his fallen comrades. Upon returning to their camp, he was reprimanded for disobeying an order, but the punishment was less severe than it could have been, because he had successfully accomplished he task. He was cited for a Navy Commendation medal, and in the commendation it read that he "... had allowed his two brothers to rest in their coffins..." Which soon became his nickname, Coffin. He served another three months after that incident before being dishonorably discharged for striking his superior officer. After he had been out for a week he packed up his belongings and went to Kojiwa City. With his boots firmly on the ground, he quickly identified with the Balalaika, as of all the groups they were most likely to succeed and dominate Kojiwa. Now after four months in the city he had earned himself a nice reputation as an unorthodox assassin, preforming raids to get to his target, not using sniper rifles, and prefers to do a water based attack.
Character's Picture: Ryan "Coffin" Kofran

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Accepted Russian Mob Members

*The men of this organization are mainly petty criminals and high hitmen working from the Russian Federation with direct links to an elite group of ex-Soviet Russian Soldiers who control them and what they do. They are the main source of income for the Balalaika Group (Described in next post) by usually selling illegal weapons to the organizations around the city or selling high end drugs to the whore houses around the city. They occasionally wage war against other organizations, ending in the Balalaika being called in to suppress the situation. Their leader is a man known as Boris Markov, an ex KGB Operative during the Cold War.

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Accepted "Balalaika" Soldiers

*These men and women are the sole survivors and upholders of the great Soviet Union. Ex Soviet Russian Spetsnaz and Paratroopers from the initial Invasion of Afghanistan. These Soldiers are the extreme threat to all Criminal organizations. Just the name "Balalaika" strikes fear into anyone who listens' heart. Their fearless leader is none other than the Legendary homicidal maniac named Captain Alyssa Vladimir. Or Captain (Kapi-tan) to her subordinates, and "The Mother of Suffering" to the rest of the world. They are located in the Russian side of town, directly linked with the Russian Mafia but the bulk of their forces are stationed on a Russian cargo ship in the International waters several miles from Kojiwa City or any of it's islands. Their main piece of hardware is an old Soviet Mi-24 Hind-A Attack/Transport Helicopter recovered and refurbished by the Soldiers of the Balalaika.


1."The Mother of Cruelty"
Gaia Name: Sasokata
Character's Name: Captain Alyssa Vladimir (Goes by Alyssa Daniels by everyone who isn't close to her)
Character's Nickname(s): "Lady of Suffering", "The Mother of Cruelty"
Character's Allegiance: Commander of the "Balalaika"
Character's Primary Weapons: (Guns, Only 2)
+ Kalashnikov AKM-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)
+ Dragunov SVD Sniper Rifle w/ PSO-1 Scope and a Suppressor (7.62x54mmR)
+ Soviet Tokarev TT-33 Sidearm (7.62x25mm Tokarev)
+ Kalashnikov AKS-74u Carbine (5.45x39mm)
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ Spetsnaz Issue Ballistic Knife
+ x4 RGD-5 Fragmentation Grenades
+ Soviet Warsaw Pact EO-19 PBF Gas Mask
+ x4 Nerve Gas Grenades
Character's Theme Song: Red Fraction- Mell
Character's Likes:
+ Struggle
+ Complex Targets
+ The Spetsnaz
+ The Motherland (Soviet Russia)
Character's Dislikes:
+ Capitalists (United States)
+ Counter-Snipers
+ Narcissists
Character's Biography: Alyssa Vladimir was born in Moscow, Russia into a family which firmly believed in the system of Communism. Marxism and Leninism in particular. Stalinism wasn't what they despised most. They were both Soldiers in the Soviet Armed forces during World War II and were one of the many who invaded the Reichstag in Berlin, Nazi Germany. She was raised on Military ideals and went to school in her homeland. When she finished she joined the Russian Army as fast as she could, then she went further than her parents had dreamed of. She went Spetsnaz. She survived training and was deployed into Afghanistan during the initial Soviet Invasion. She killed several Mujadeen fighters much like the SFC of America did in Afghanistan. The man known as "The Afghan Butcher", She had heard about him when she was stateside doing work for the Russian Government. She hated the Americans, During the Cold War she was called a Commie and a b***h on a daily basis. It took all she had to keep from slaughtering every one like she did when an Afghan citizen complained about her. They weren't used to seeing a vicious woman soldier slaughter each one if they talked about her. in 1994 when Communism ended in the Motherland and the Soviet Union collapsed she immediately defected from the Russian Army due to the crackdown on War Crimes and headed towards Kojiwa City. When she arrived the city was in peace, no democracy, a dictatorship based on Communism. But when the US Army sent in troops to liberate the country she stayed in the home and used her false name, Alyssa Daniels. The name the KGB had given her when she went to America. The troops often left her alone, and when the US Government had liberated the Island and put democracy in action she stayed. When the Mafia and all of the Gangs, Pirates, etc invaded and took over she loved the lawlessness of the island. When she returned to the Motherland years later she discovered her fellow troops from the 3rd Battalion had been discharged from the Military due to their standings with her, This enraged her to the point she organized her troops and held a proper Military funeral for the fallen who were killed for War Crimes during the Cold War. The Soldiers of the Battalion pledged their allegiance to the Captain and vowed to follow her orders into the depths of hell to take it over if she ordered them to. She pledged her allegiance to her troops as well and took them all back with her to the Island of Kojiwa then organized the "Balalaika" Unit which immediately took over the Russian Mafia, soon becoming the most feared and admired Organizations on the Islands as well as the planet. Her head is worth around 50 Million dollars for her War Crimes in Afghanistan as well as her International stirs of destruction. No matter where she goes she always has a job to do, mostly starting conflict. Which she does extremely well with the help of the Russian mob as well as her subordinates.
Character's Picture:
Alyssa Daniels (I know it's perverted. Get over it)


2. "Vampyr"
Gaia Name: The Westies
Character's Name: Kodiak Miroslav Donetsk
Character's Nickname(s): "Vampyr"
Character's Allegiance: Balalaika
Character's Primary Weapons:
+ AK-12 w/ 6x Burris ACOG
+ ICQB Kimber w/ Tactical Flashlight
+ AN-94 w/ GP-34 Grenade Launcher + Silencer

Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ XM84 Flashbang
+ Spetsnaz Anti-Tank Semtex Grenade
+ Russian Spetsnaz Knife

Character's Theme Song: No Tears
Character's Likes:
+ Adrenaline Rush
+ Challenging Tasks
+ Russian Women
+ Russian Liquor
Character's Dislikes:
+ Americans
+ Russian Federation Sympathizers
+ Idoling

Character's Biography: Kodiak was a part of the original Vympel Spetsnaz group that specialised in explosives and tactical insertions. His specialty was air insertion, he participated in many HAHO and HALO drops as well as 6 years of airborn training under his belt. When the USSR fell, Kodiak was discharged from his service because the higher ups feared his allegiance to the Soviet Union and the old government. Upon leaving he was forced to join the Balalaika group. Finding himself right at home among the rest of the mercenaries, his skills fitting well with the tactics of a small helicopter attack group. He specialises mostly in posing as enemy troops, infiltrating enemy compounds and destroying supply lines.

Character's Picture: Full Gear

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Accepted Italian Mafia Members

*Probably the most infamous of all of the Mafia Organizations, this one is run by the Don. It is a violent and easily agitated organization, eliminating everyone in it's path to power. It is currently the second highest power in the Islands. Next to the Balalaika and Russian Mob that is. The Mafia carries out several odd jobs trying to earn money for themselves such as Arms trafficking, Human Trafficking through Kojiwa, as well as petty crimes such as robbery and Drug Dealing. The Leader at the moment is Don Christopher "Luigi" Clark.

1. The Don
Gaia Name: Mehog124
Character's Name: Don Christopher Clark
Character's Nickname(s): Luigi, Draconici, La Fiamma
Character's Allegiance: Italian Mob
Character's Primary Weapons:
+ Beretta ARX 160
+ Beretta 92 Vertec with incendiary ammo
+ Benelli M4 Super 90 with Dragonbreath rounds
Character's Secondary Weapons:
+ Molotov Cocktail
+ 13" Italian Stiletto
Character's Theme Song: Disturbed - Inside the Fire
Character's Likes:
+ Flames
+ Honor
+ Moments of Peace
+ Reputation
Character's Dislikes:
+ Dishonor
+ Cowardice
+ Bouts of Anarchy
Character's Biography: Christopher got involved with the Italian Mafia by mistake. During his studies into a pharmaceutical degree, he was conned into holding on to 20 grams of cocaine. He soon found out by the cops, but with his silver tongue, he was not able to get the police off his back, but also keep the cocaine. The local Mafia family, upon hearing of his ordeal and how he handled it, offered him an opportunity join. Christopher thought of what was being offered as this was a unique opportunity, and chose to accept it.

That was roughly 40 years ago, having dealt with deaths of loved ones, attacks, and now in his late 50's he has been given the job of controlling as much of Kojiwa as possible. To assure his leadership role, he is now the latest Don accepted. He is projected to do well in his most recent assignment.
Character's Picture: Christopher "Luigi" Clark

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Accepted Yakuza Members

*The Yakuza. The Japanese main crime organization. Terrifying men indeed. Merciless men willing to take their own life for their leader. Sacrificing their own lives for the better of the gang. They are heavily armed and in a constant struggle for power with the Italian Mafia. They carry out the dirty deeds such as, killing, stealing, trafficking, selling, using, etc. Anything that makes money they do it. No matter what it is. Whoever comes in contact with these men without the proper channels will have their head sliced off before they speak their mind. The Yakuza speak purely Japanese around each other and very rarely see anyone outside of the gang besides close contacts and certain freelance assassins. The Gang's only enemy organization they are on friendly terms with is the Balalaika and Russian Mob, purely because of their Infamy. Nobody want's to be on the Balalaika's bad side. The Yakuza is run by a man by the name of Hoshiro Matsamura. An ex Soldier from a long forgotten Guerrilla war inside Japan. His immediate escape was Kojiwa. That is where he lies and runs his Gang. They are based out of the Japanese side of town, staying inside the confines of an abandoned Asian Temple built long before any Criminals invaded.


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Gaia Name: Silent Philosopher
Character's Name: Kayleigh Anne Summers
Character's Nickname(s): Prairie Dog, Taka(Hawk)
Character's Allegiance: Yakuza
Character's Primary Weapons:
+ Accuracy International Arctic Warfare Super Magnum
- Warne Manufacturing 20 MOA Picatinny base
- USO SN3 3.8-22x44 mm scope
- Loaded with Sierra MatchKing 300-grain .338 Lapua Magnum rounds

+ Heckler & Koch MP7
- ITL MARS reflex sight
- SureFire Z2 CombatLight
- 40 round extended magazine

Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ M18A1 Claymore (x2)

Character's Theme Song:

Character's Likes:
+ Peace and Quiet
+ Reading
+ Cats
+ Match Grade Ammunition

Character's Dislikes:
+ Dogs
+ Loud Music
+ Automatic Gunfire

Character's Biography:

To start this off, you should know Kayleigh Anne is a country girl from the Lone Star State. You might wonder how a Texan cowgirl became an assassin for the Yakuza. There is a complicated and storied tale to explain that.

Kayleigh Anne was born to a rancher and his wife, just North of the Mexican border. She was seven pounds, six ounces at birth with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. At a young age Kayleigh was introduced to the ranch life. She was taught how to herd cattle, knot rope, treat wounds, build fences, and more importantly; shoot rifles. This one skill would make the strongest impression on the young girl. Something about how a rifle could pierce the silence of a moment, then return it back to it's formally peaceful state, just fascinated young Kayleigh. You might wonder why a young girl was taught how to shoot at such a young age, but the answer is quite simple, really. The first reason is Texas. That is all you really need to say on that matter. The more important reason was that every rancher had to know how to fire a weapon. If you couldn't fire a weapon, you couldn't protect your cattle from animals. Letting your entire herd be eaten by Wolves and Coyotes wasn't good for business, and it left you homeless and hungry.

Now unlike her momma, Kayleigh took to shooting as if she was born holding a rifle. Not only was she good at it, she wanted to do it more than a young girl ought to. When she wasn't shooting rifles, she was reading. That was probably her second favourite thing to do, after shooting of course. Now the more young Kayleigh shot, the better at it she got. She learned not to tense up, how to hold a rifle, how to adjust a scope, and most of all she learned how to relax when firing. When you were relaxed, you were calm. Shooting had turned into her zen, which made her shooting even better. In any other household in any other state, this might be cause for alarm. In this household it was a point of pride. Instead of colouring book pages on the fridge, there were bullet riddled targets.

As Kayleigh grew up, she developed a little strange. Her reading and shooting gave her the personality of a book worm, and puberty gave her the body of a super model. This awkward combination, added in with her over-protective father, made Kayleigh both a social outcast and a target for the Alpha-males. That said, her daddy didn't raise no fool, or let any of them into his daughters life. She didn't mind the solitude, Kayleigh still had her shooting. Her simple life of shooting and reading would be up-heaved in just a few days time.

It was one of those cliche nights, the rain storm with peppered bits of thunder and lightning. Kayleigh's mother and father were both in the den, watching television as you would find most American families doing at around eight at night on a weekday. On a normal night, being how close the ranch was to the border, there would be an average of two or three Mexican families crossing the border near-by. On a normal night they would pass by without cause, staying far enough from the cattle to avoid notice. That night was near a hurricane outside though, wind whipping rain like bee-stings. Combined with the thunder and lightning, it was enough to draw any sane man indoors. It was also enough to draw a group of insane men indoors, too.

The group of five Mexican men, under the cover of the dark storm, broke into the ranch house and murdered Kayleigh's father. They then raped and murdered her mother, before raping Kayleigh and stabbing her three times in the stomach. Kayleigh, at the age of 16, had to watch her parents slowly bleed to death on the floor next to her as she did the same. This wasn't the end for her though, not here and not now. The men had failed to finish her off, and rage was one hell of an anesthetic. Kayleigh walked, stumbled, and crawled for three miles to reach her neighbour. She woke up a week later in a hospital bed. Laying there alone with her memories of that night, Kayleigh decided what she would do with her life. Her blood boiled with a feeling of revenge, a feeling of hate, and with determination. She had the skill, and now she had the desire. She would be a taker of mens lives, starting with the ones who had ruined hers.

The five Mexicans had been caught by the Sheriff and his deputies in the open desert. FLIR cameras made quick work of finding them once the storm had broken. They were jailed and awaiting trial while Kayleigh brooded in her sick-bed. The day of their trial was coincidentally the same day as Kayleigh's discharge from the hospital. Fate had a way of lending a helping hand every so often. The five suspects never made it to their trial. They were gunned down while being loaded into the transport van to their trial, just outside the county jail. The gunman was never found, and no suspects were named. The Sheriff had a feeling it was Kayleigh, but justice had been done in his eyes.

Over the next four years, there was a rash of border killings seemingly out of no where. Illegal immigrants trying to cross the border were being murdered in number along random spots along the crossing. Hundreds of bodies had been found in the open desert, and those were just the ones that had been found. Ballistic reports noted that all the victims were killed with the same weapon, and area searches turned up sniper nests that had been found abandoned all over the desert near the sites of the killings. There was a serial killer loose in Texas, and their infamy was growing. Nicknamed the "Prairie Dog" by the media for her ability to disappear and reappear without capture, Kayleigh continued her killing spree from the age of sixteen until she was twenty two years old. In that span, Mexicans were hiring Coyotes who could protect them to cross the border. These too were murdered. As the reputation of the "Prairie Dog" grew, so did a large desire to seek her out for employment.

Kayleigh was just a girl, really. She had no contacts, no protection, and she certainly wasn't an expert in staying off the grid. It didn't take long for the underworld to find her. Offers were made, money was thrown at the Texan. It wasn't what she wanted, she needed revenge. A gun for hire wouldn't get her that, only continuing her killing spree would. The offers kept coming from criminal organizations all over Texas. The one that would change her mind came from the Japanese. A Yukuza from California had heard rumours of a killer in Texas who had continued a killing spree for many years without capture. The Japanese "business man" offered money, sure. Where his offer was different was in the bonus. He would use his contacts to figure out where the families of the five men were, and give them to Kayleigh if she signed on.

Kayleigh Anne Rivers was now Yakuza. A cowgirl from southern Texas was now in the Japanese Mafia. Silly, right? Well from there it was all downhill. She had access to money, which meant better equipment and everything that came with it. That just let to more money, which in turn... You get the idea. It didn't take long for Kayleigh to become one of the Yakuza's best hitters. When there was something that needed to be done, and done right, they sent their "Taka", as she was known now.

Character's Picture: Anne

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Accepted Triad Members

*Truly the most terrifying men the Chinese can offer. They have been in a civil war as long as anyone can remember, but that doesn't stop them from being one of the main powerhouses in Kojiwa and the Islands around. They are a force to be reckoned with really. It is an organization as deadly if not more than he Yakuza. The men of this organization are heartless and loyal to the Gang, the fear of death does not exist within these men. They have all taken a blood oath to the Organization and do whatever it takes to keep the organization strong. The members gain their income by mostly what every other gang does, drug dealing, counterfeiting, etc. The Gang is led by "Mountain Master" Meng Ren, an ex Chinese Soldier who had served in the fight against the Americans during the Korean War fighting alongside the North Koreans.

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Other Accepted Gang Members

*Purely because I don't want several pages of Criminal Organizations, I said the main ones. If you want a specific one I haven't mentioned, I'll put you here under your own gang. That is all.


Paramilitary Corps

*A group of ex Soldiers from all branches of the Military specializing in Military based attacks on certain targets, Commanded by an Ex Army Ranger Major named Matthew Vicks. They usually carry out assaults on Drug Deals, Like a SWAT Team but take the contraband and give it to the contractor. But in their down time they own 2 Military Patrol Boats armed with an M134 Minigun and a Mobile Flamethrower. For Maritime operations they use ex Marines and Naval personnel to take Human slaves, Weapons, and Contraband into Kojiwa City and sell them to whoever wants to buy them. Their commanding officer is a Vietnam War Veteran and is armed with all Vietnam War Era weapons, people around the city know of him as the man of brute strength, carrying around a Minigun in his hands and being able to shoot it. He's truly a force to be reckoned with, Nobody in the entire city wants to wage war with the Corps because of their fearless commander.

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Gaia Name: Sasokata
Character's Name: Major Matthew Vicks
Character's Nickname(s): "Harbinger of Death" "The Grim Ripper"
Character's Allegiance: Paramilitary Corps Commanding Officer
Character's Primary Weapons: (Guns, More if you want. Shall not exceed 5)
+ General Electric M134 Minigun (7.62x51mm NATO) w/ 1000 Round Backpack Box
+ M60E1 General Purpose Machine Gun (7.62x51mm NATO)
+ XM16E1 Assault Rifle (5.56x45mm NATO)
+ M21 Sniper Weapon System (7.62x51mm NATO)
+ Colt Model 1911 Pistol (.45ACP)
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ x4 M26 Fragmentation Grenades
+ G.I. Issue Ka-Bar Combat Knife
+ x4 M18A1 Pink Smoke Grenades
Character's Theme Song: Run Through The Jungle- Creedence Clearwater Revival
Character's Likes:
+ Combat
+ Central Intelligence Agency (CIA)
+ Death and Destruction
+ F-4D Phantom Dropping Napalm Canisters
Character's Dislikes:
+ The Jungle of Vietnam
+ North Vietnamese Army
+ United States Department of Defense
Character's Biography: (At least a paragraph.)
Matthew was born into a pretty fair family, a Police Officer who served in World War II as a Colonel in the Army Air Corps and a mother who was an Irish Immigrant and was basically raised in a Military School. He was Military Oriented up until he graduated the 12th Grade, When he went off and joined the United States Army. He was put through basic training and passed through it with flying colors. When he finished he went off to Ranger School as well as Jump School. He completed both and became an Airborne Ranger. When he finished Ranger School he was inserted into the 25th Infantry Division as a Corporal. He was quickly sent overseas to South Vietnam to serve in the Vietnam War. He fought valiantly in the battles he was in such as, Hue City, Saigon, and the A Shau Valley. He earned his ranks with ease, quickly earning the rank of Sergeant First Class and then Master Sergeant. He then went through Officer Candidate School and became a 2nd Lieutenant. He was sent off to Vietnam once again in the final year of the conflict and he earned the rank of 1st Lieutenant. He had proven his worth when he was sent to Cambodia to search for POWs and MIAs and came under fire by both the Soviet Russian Soldiers and the North Vietnamese Army allied with the Viet-Cong forces. He successfully rescued 15 men who were held as Prisoner's of War and then earned his rank of Captain, then Major a few years later of active service. He lives for combat. He loves it. When he was discharged for a long time of service he wanted to become a Mercenary, so he looked around, eventually finding out about how much more being an Assassin pays. He was intrigued by this and quickly became a hitman for several of the Gangs in the city he lived in. That is until he heard about Kojiwa city. Immediately he took a flight to India, and took a charter boat to the city. He then organized his own group of ex-Soldiers and called them the Paramilitary Corps. The job of these men and women are to do Military based jobs for the Organizations around the city with no fail.
Character's Picture: (Real Life or Anime doesn't matter)
Armored



The Deviants

1. "The Red Witch"
Gaia Name: Zion International
Character's Name: ?
Character's Nickname(s): Red, Kojiwa Red Riding Hood, The Red Witch
Character's Allegiance: Leader of The Deviants
Character's Primary Weapons: (Guns, More if you want. Shall not exceed 5)
+ Dual Webley-Fosbery Automatic Revolvers in .38 ACP
+ Sawed Off Holland & Holland Over Under Shotgun in 3 inch 12 Gauge
+ Armsel Striker in 2.75 inch 12 Gauge
+ Benelli M3 Tactical in 2.75 12 Gauge
+ Taurus Raging Judge in 3 inch .410, .45 LC and .454 Casull
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ 2 x Surgical Scalpels
+ Roofies
+ HomeLite Super 2 Chainsaw w/ 16 inch guide bar and broad toothed chain
+ Narcotic Paralytics
Character's Theme Song: Dogma - Marilyn Manson
Character's Likes:
+ Human Flesh
+ Amphetemines
+ Inflicting Pain
+ Nice People
Character's Dislikes:
+ Rude People
+ Police Interference
+ Explosives
Character's Biography: Red started out as a nameless Romanian orphan that was kidnapped and dragged through the horrible pains of sexual slavery. She was passed off from one master to another facing grotesque abuse until eventually her humanity ceased to exist in her psyche. She turned into a monster to say the least and killed her final captor before escaping into the depraved town of Kojiwa at age 12.
She survived through offering herself as a prostitute and fulfilling contracts with the Italian mob in town making her type of bloodshed legendary among civilian, police and criminal alike. Her childish appearance and behavior is what makes her unnassuming to her prey until she shows her true colors at the most opportune moment. Eventually she broke away from the Italian mob and formed a gang of sexual deviants, prostitutes and generally minds that are just as sick and twisted as hers.


Character's Picture: Red




Preventative Task Force

*The few loyal Police Officers who serve this Task Force are the remnants of the Short-Lived US Democracy of the Island who still believe in upholding the law. They don't do much considering the entire Police Department is on a payroll. But these men and women believe in the Justice system and keep the abandoned prisons filled with men who have done wrong. Unknown to the Corrupt Police Department, the prison is located on an abandoned island that used to serve as the Prison when the US enforced Democracy. The Prison is fairly modern but it lacks proper personnel, so the Prisoners are locked up 24/7 and fed twice a day with the bare minimum amount of food to survive.

Gaia Name: Randomness1207
Character's Name: Johnathon Louis Anderson
Character's Nickname(s): Rookie, Johnny (by everyone even though he hates that name), The Hero (mockingly)
Character's Allegiance: Preventative Task Force
Character's Primary Weapons:
+ Glock 19
+ Beretta .22 LR semi
+ 7615P Patrol Rifle
Character's Secondary Weapons:
+ 9W Tactical LED Police Flashlight with Strobe (don't underestimate him with this)
+ 5.11 tactical knives
+ Handcuffs (with him, everything is a weapon)
Character's Theme Song: "You're Gonna go Far Kid" - The Offspring
Character's Likes:
+ A challenge
+ Keeping order and justice
+ Interesting people with interesting stories
+ Parkour and Freerunning
Character's Dislikes:
+ Being called "Johnny"
+ Lawbreakers
+ The corrupt police force
+ Having nothing to do
Character's Biography: He was a kid with big dreams growing up in a small town in the middle cornfields in Ohio. Life could get pretty boring in the middle of nowhere. Besides the farm there was little to do so the boy spent his time over old comic books and on his tire swing day-dreaming of better prospects outside of his limited boundaries of farm-life. Superman was his idol. Batman was like god. Anyone that fought evil and was a servant of justice was worshiped by the kid with little else to look to. So it would be no surprise to find him playing 'cops and robbers' and having a clear sense of duty to serve and protect. From the start he knew he would be fighting crime and kicking some criminal a**. Living on a farm has it advantages. He knew how to handle firearms in order to protect livestock at a young age. He knew his way around nature and could survive in the woods for days at a time on camping trips. And farmwork was no easy thing, it took dedication and hardwork, and he built up some endurance and strength. It also does not hurt to grow up with three older brothers, he learned how to defend himself the hard way. Throughout his childhood and adolescents he felt trapped on the farm in the middle of nowhere. Throughout the years he saved up money for his big plan. He had always dreamed of leaving the farm, and that was just what he did. After two years of community college, the day he was old enough he packed he enrolled in the police academy. After training (he passed with flying colors) he packed his bags and traveled to Paradise, in hopes of starting a new life there far away from his childhood home. He found a job in Imperial City and settled down in a cheap apartment. He has a big heart and means well, but he's still pretty young and grew up in an isolated life on the farm. The young police officer, still fresh out of college and the police academy, will be in for a big surprise when he realizes just how corrupt the justice system was. And that all those stories of heroes coming out on top and the bad guys going to fail were just what they were, stories for kids like him who were dreamers. Let's see how long he lasts out in the big, bad world.
Character's Picture: Johnny


Killable Characters

*Purely character's that anyone can make that can be killed. Cannon Fodder basically. It's all in good fun, These men and women are purely for profit for the assassins. They might be a tad hard to kill though. The bounties on their heads all vary greatly. Some may be 10 Grand and others may be half a Million. It all depends on the skill level and experience of the Cannon Fodder.

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Let the Posting start NOW!

Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa looked around the roof of the building she was on and sighed. She had been stuck to deal with a Yakuza higher up on the roof of a damn building. "Как зовут этого человека. Она, взяв его достаточно долго." [What is this man's name. It's taking him long enough.] She said in a thick Russian Accent. The man next to her holding an AKS-74u looked down at her and nodded. "Его зовут капитан Хиро." [The man's name is Hiro Captain.] The large man wearing a dark green uniform with a white and blue striped shirt underneath. Standard Russian Army uniform. It was required for the Captain's Balalaika Unit. It meant they were ready for a fight no matter when. Or where for that matter. "Sergeant. No need to speak in Russian. We're not around the others. Well maybe the snipers but can they really hear us without our comms on?" She asked in a perfect american accent. After all she was an informant to the States when she was enlisted by the KGB to inform to the Soviet Union about the United States' activities during the Cold War. "This is boring me. When is the Yakuza going to arrive Boris? Didn't I tell the cross eyes b*****d Twelve Noon. No later." She said aloud as she took a cigarette out of a pack she had in her Soviet Army Greatcoat and lit it. She looked around the roof of the building again to check if the man was coming. Of course he wasn't. When she stood up Boris, her Platoon Sergeant the man called off the Snipers and she saw the Dragunov SVD barrels retract from the rooftops. Returning to their base, which was a hotel in the middle of the Russian side of Town. Well more of the Russian Mafia controlled part of town. As soon as the Sergeant and Captain turned around and started walking to the door a man breathing hard with a gunshot wound in his shoulder burst through the door. The Captain jumped back, drawing her Tokarev pistol. The Sergeant next to her raising his AKS rifle to the man. "Hiro. Where the hell have you been. We've been waiting twenty minutes for you! Your lucky I stayed this long. You know I hate to be bullshitted." She said putting her pistol back inside it's holster located under her arm inside a brown leather shoulder holster. The man looked up at the Captain and tried to catch his breath. "Ma'am Im so sorry! The Triad's intercepted me at the intersection! They shot at me with everything they had!! Im changing your assignment.. Fifty thousand dollars United States for the elimination of the men who shot at me and intercepted a shipment of my guns. Kill them all. Slaughter them like you usually do. I want nothing more. Take the guns for yourself! Just kill those men!!" The man yelled as the Captain stepped away from the blood which was now starting to travel to her shoes. She crossed her arms and let the cigarette fall to the ground inside the pool of blood, instantly burning it out. "The Job shall be done. I'll come to you. I'll be expecting my pay." She said walking around the man who was grasping his shoulder in pain. Probably a high velocity low caliber weapon. Not a fatal wound. He would live to tell the tale. She'd been shot before. It wasn't pretty. She was shot by the enemy, a highly trained Middle Eastern enemy using their own weapons against them. "Let's go Sergeant." She said walking down the staircase of the building to the bottom floor where a black Mercedes was waiting for her. She opened the door and climbed inside, waiting for the Sergeant. When the Sergeant climbed inside the door was closed and the car drove off towards the Hotel.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

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Sergeant First Class Jason Conner: "The Afghan Butcher"

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"...Being a killer isn't all bad..."



Jason looked around the building he was on and sighed when he saw his target move. He had been on an assignment for the Russian Mob to kill a foreigner who was trying to invade their soil. He let out another sigh as the target climbed into an SUV. "Don't you ******** move." He said silently as he pressed his cheek against the cold steel of the Fifty Caliber rifle. He turned his scope to the engine block of the SUV. He took a breath and moved his scope two dots up to compensate for the range, he then rotated the sniper to the left one dot, compensating for the windage. He smirked and squeezed the trigger once, watching the SUV move to the side and the body splitting open like a can. He could see liquids dropping out of the engine but squeezed the trigger again, making sure the engine was destroyed. The armed guards poured out of the SUV quickly pointing P90s and MP5k's around shielding the target. The ex Sergeant First Class laughed and readjusted and realigned his scope, he knew exactly where the target was sitting in the SUV and his Fifty Caliber could easily rip through one of the guards, the vehicle, and the target. So he thought for a few seconds, watching the guards scatter around pointing and yelling. They couldn't figure out where the sniper was, sure the blast was loud, but it echoed through the buildings of the area. It was basically impossible for the men on the ground to locate him without using bullet trajectory and a helicopter. Which they didn't have. It was a big time US drug honcho trying to expand his business. He was agitating several different organizations, especially the Russian Mob. So they hired Jason to eliminate the man. He had a long record of successful kills and only one failed kill. That one failed kill irritated the hell out of him. But it didn't keep him from failing more jobs. Hell his sheet of confirmed kills was long enough to earn him a worldwide bounty of 4.7 Million dollars. Hell he had a few CIA operatives trailing him for a long while. That is, before he captured one and violently interrogated him. He was a master interrogator back in Iraq but started to give in to his violent tendencies in Afghanistan during his second deployment. He shrugged off the memories and acquired his target, He squeezed the trigger and watched as the guard's chest exploded into a shower of dark red and flesh. He let out a laugh as the door of the SUV had a large hole in it with blood seeping out of it. "This is Eagle 1, Target is down. Awaiting further instruction." He said over a radio which was channeled to the Russian's frequency. Soon after a voice came over the radio, "Roger that Eagle one. This is Star 1, fall back to the dock, I'll be waiting there for you." The female voice said. He didn't know who they were, nor did he really care. He was there for pay and honor. He was a feared assassin in the city as well as an honored one. He frequented several bars, changing it up every other night to confused tails and any plot to memorize his patterns. He knew how to track people. He was a Soldier after all. "Roger that Star 1. Eagle 1 out." He said putting the radio in his vest which had been covered by a ghillie suit. He smirked and put the ghillie suit into a backpack, revealing his complete DCU Uniform with a tan vest filled with magazines and a radio. "This has been fun. Not really." He said with sarcasm as he walked to the ladder of the building and sliding down it, hitting the ground hard. He ignored the pain, after all he had a high pain threshold. He then recomposed himself and walked to his car. It was a Black Buick Towncar with a man of Russian descent standing next to the open door. "Thank you. I assume you know where Im ordered to go." He asked plainly as he climbed into the car. The man simply nodded and closed the door when the Sergeant was completely in. Jason sensed something was wrong as soon as the door was closed. When he put down his bag which had his rifle inside it a Chinese pistol was pointed at him. He slowly raised his arms and let out a sigh. "What is this about." He asked plainly as he observed the pistol, looking for any flaws that could cause the weapon to misfire, none. The safety was off. Of course that trick only works in Hollywood movies. "You American pig. We are after your high bounty of course. We will take you to our warehouse and call the American Army to come get you. Your ******** either way. Move now and die. We will kill you once we get to our warehouse. The Americans don't want you escaping again. Oh no no." A man of asian descent said, His english was hard to understand but Jason let out a groan. Sooner or later his past would catch up to him. Seriously who kills two MPs and runs away never to be caught. "Alright. You win Mr. Chinglish." He said with a laugh, he made a joke. This infuriated the man to the point he started waving around the gun. Jason took this chance and grabbed the gun, hearing two rounds go off, his ears started ringing and he let out a scream of pain as he successfully disarmed the man and threw the gun on the floor next to his foot, the man with the gun was sitting in the front seat. He then pulled out his Heckler and Koch USP .45 and shoved the barrel to the man's head. "Stop the ******** car Chinglish." He said flipping off the safety of the weapon. The distinct click made the man flinch. The man tapped the driver on the shoulder and the car abruptly stopped, making Jason's gun jerk forward. He quickly pulled it back, fearing the man would try to disarm him. He then let out a laugh and pulled on the door handle. It was locked of course, so he looked at the man again, with a menacing stare as he pulled his LHR out of it's sheath on his leg and stabbed it in the back of the passenger's seat, pulling it down listening to the rip of the fabric. "When this knife stops your life ends. You understand?" He said slowly cutting through the fabric as the man sat there petrified. He then pulled his knife out and re-sheathed it. He then pulled out his blood stained Ka-Bar and quickly stabbed the man in the jugular vein. The blood went everywhere and the driver quickly ran out. Chinglish was screaming as loud as he could before the blood clogged his throat and his screams turned into gargles. He then started cutting across his neck until he hit the spine. Jason took his knife out of the man's neck and wiped the blood off on his shirt and put it back into it's sheath. "Shouldn't have done that." He said taking the butt of his pistol and breaking the window out. He then slid the barrel across the window, clearing the jagged glass and then climbing out of the window, taking a strong foothold on the ground. He looked at the car and shook his head as he grabbed his backpack and put it back on. "b*****d. Don't point a gun on me if your not willing to shoot it." He said shaking his head. He then started walking towards the docks which wasn't too far. About a 10 minute walk.



"...If you don't mind a little blood..."

[Zion International]

Pavel "Tankman" Losev/Katya "Two-Mile" Dementyev

Together we are...

The Gruesome Twosome

"Katya it's an armored motorcade", Pavel spoke quietly into his communicator as the Triad motorcade approached the ambush point down the narrow streets into the Chinatown district, "A 15mm bullet travelling at twice the velocity than the American 13mm Browning will make short of them. You've got AP rounds don't you?", a response came over the earpiece. Pavel smiled and patted his watercooled Browning set up on a bipod on a table, "Came prepared today, Katya. Straight from the Soviet totaltarian bastards themselves. I'm awaiting the first strike", he replied pulling the charge handle chambering the first 7.62x54R AP round into the gun.

10 seconds later Pavel heard a nasty clank and the sound of metal shredding against metal followed by the residual gunshot signifying the shot was taken far away. He flipped up the sights and aimed through the cover of the building left of the motorcade and awaited the Triad's move.

Another shot was taken this time hitting the rearmost car blocking the Triads from retreating. Both cars attempted to gun it only followed by the sounds of their engines destroying themselves. Realizing they weren't leaving by car, the Triad's inside exited the cars and attempted to set up formation to guard the higher ranks. Pavel shook his head and gave a smile before pulling the hooked trigger and barraged the lackies, tearing them to pieces in a hail of .30 pieces of steel and brass.

He turned his sights rapidly from side to side punching through the bullet resistant glass and armored doors and killing the occupants. Three cars, one 250 round belt and a long silence after it was spent. Pavel swiveled the carry handle up and picked the machine gun up running out of the cover of the room before the unexpected happened.

About 700 yards away in the cover of a Chinatown apartment, Katya was scanning over the killing field behind the scope of her suppressed Istiglal Ist picking off the remaining Triads that tried running. When there was nothing left she broke down the rifle, packed everything away in dufflebags and fled the building. Just in time to hear Pavel finish the job most likely with a grenade launcher which left the cars in a twisted flaming metal mess.

"Awaiting pick up", she reported dropping her heavy dufflebags near the entrance of the apartment complex checking the streets from behind the door.

"Be there in a minute.", Pavel replied. About twenty minutes later a 1990 Toyota Corolla rolled up with Pavel stepping out and opening the rear door. Katya heaved the bags into the back seat where a similar dufflebag was already sitting and dived into the passenger side before the two sped off.

"Another day another $100,000", Pavel stated.

"With the trouble we go through getting ammo and setting up ambushes is that an adequate price?", Katya posed the question looking to him with a sly expression. Pavel turned to her with a coy smile, "I don't have debts, my quality of life is grand and I'm still turning profit. I don't care."

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Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa looked out the window at the passing building. "Sergeant. Please take the day off today. We have completed our assignment for the day. Im going to the Bar tonight." The Captain said looking at the Sergeant, he had a large scar across his face, almost like Alyssa herself. But alot more noticeable. "Yes Captain. Thank you." The man said crossing his arms over the cold steel receiver of the AKS-74u he was carrying. "Stop the car now." She ordered as she tapped the glass which separated the driver from the passengers riding in the back. The car came to a stop in front of a large bar with a broken sign and she shrugged when she exited the vehicle, leaving the Sergeant inside. "I'll be at the Hotel tomorrow morning. Pick up the reward from the employer and tell them that Alyssa sent you to pick it up. If they refuse, Just kill them and take whatever they have. It doesn't matter to me." The Captain said plainly as she shut the car door and entered the bar. When she entered it was filled with men and women of all ethnicity armed with pistols of all different kinds, everything from a 1880 Revolver all the way to a modern IMI Desert Eagle .50AE. These men were all waiting for a contact or just sitting around to play cards and drink. This was one of the few safe zones in the entire island. She readjusted her greatcoat and sat down on a barstool. "Vodka. Not the cheap s**t either." She ordered as she pulled out her Tokarev and placed it on the bar for quicker access. The Bar was notorious for fights and everyone had a piece for protection. Just mattered who could penetrate body armor. Then again all the Captain had on was her old Spetsnaz Uniform with her Dark Blue Beret resting on her shoulder, covered by a strap so it couldn't move. The Bartender looked at the woman and nodded. He then grabbed a large bottle of Vodka and put it on the table. "Thank you." She said grabbing a shot glass and pouring herself a shot. Before downing the shot of the strong vodka Alyssa took a look around the smoke filled room and shrugged.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

[Zion International]

Katya "Two-Mile" Dementyev

During their after work cruise through Kojiwa, Katya spotted one of the worst bars in town and urged Pavel to stop for a drink.

"I'm not going. I wanna pick up the paycheck and meet up with some smugglers.", was Pavel's response. Katya just shook her head and pushed open the door stepping out onto the side walk checking her navy blue duster coat for every important item. P90? Check. Spare mags? Check. Grenades? Check. Cell phone? Check.. She waved off Pavel who gestured to his phone before driving off. Katya just stared down the road he drove off down with an eyebrow raised, Smugglers? We've already got enough ammo..., she thought to herself before walking through the threshold of the bar.

She took a seat next to a woman dressed in a Spetsnaz uniform sucking at a bottle of vodka. Her gaze turned foward to the bartender, "Stolichnaya double and make it hot.", Katya ordered taking a seat at the bar stool. A moment later the bartender handed her a glass of a steaming clear liquid. Katya reached into her breast pocket and flicked a ten dollar bill onto the bar before downing half of the drink she ordered.