Section One: Operative Profiles

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Welcome to Section One, a Covert Ops unit and one of several that are working under the radar. Under the control of the elite intelligence Agency called Center, they are assigned the task of taking and illuminating terrorist threats. The Agents within this Operation are unlike any Agents within the CIA, MI-5 or any other agency out there. The Agents are dead; they do not exist and have no connections on the outside because at one point each agent was in prison for one reason or another. They were given an ultimatum, either join Section One or rot in prison for the rest of their lives. Once someone has joined Section they cannot leave under any circumstances, required to work for Section as long as their able, but certainly not willing. Constantly threatened to keep their success rate up or risk being placed on abeyance or to be cancelled.

To say the least Section is not a walk in the park, all that work there must be devoted to their work to survive, continue to be of use and to have no connections in the outside world or even inside Section. The way to live within Section is to merely survive and obey orders. Though their goal is to destroy terrorist and to save the innocent, they must survive first within its walls before they can save others.

Based on La Femme Nikita

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-use the profile skeleton that is shown here, do not change it
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-No character under the age of 21, unless they are an Analyst.
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-the present year is 2011
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-Please do not be stingy when it comes to profiles, I like detail!
-I am goddess of this rp...kind of Operations...which means if I don't like it you either change what I ask or you get canceled.

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Nikita

Nikita • Alexandra • Monteag

Section Operative status:Active Operative
Operative’s Alias: Monique
Operative’s gender is: Female
Operative’s date of birth: April/01/1984 (27)
Operative’s sexual status: heterosexual
Operative’s Eye Color: Blue
Operative’s Natural Hair Color:Blonde

Skills
She is nearly an expert in hand to hand combat, acing the majority of the physical combat scenarios in training, she know French kick boxing, akido, jujitsu, karate and judo. She can use most firearms, from pistols to submachine guns and more, she can use knives, but is reluctant to. She can pick locks and break into practically any vault. Is an excellent swimming and diver, having her diving license. She is also a fast sprinter, but isn’t a good long distance runner. She is very agile and is excellent at climbing practically anything and is highly adaptable in various situations. She is fluent in French, Russian and English.

Background Check
Born to two working middle class citizens, her father a mechanic originally from Russia and her mother a grocery store clerk born in France. Nikita was born in Paris, France. Her mother was nineteen at the time and wasn’t yet married to Nikita’s father. Her parents were married a year after she was born. She grew up in a small apartment with her parents, got average grades in school and didn’t really stick out at all. She more or less blended in with the crowds. Her life was changed when she was seven and she walked in finding her father in bed with another man. When he saw her he became extremely angry, she hurried to her room, but he caught up to her and beat her up pretty badly. When he mother came home, her father explained her bruises away as getting into a fight at school. Nikita was terrified of her father after that and it took five years and several beatings from her father until her mother finally stood up to him. Her mother was killed by her father, Nikita watched from the bedroom door. He had smashed her against the wall and beaten her to a pulp until he tossed her. Her head hitting the TV cabinet before she fell to the ground.

Her father had checked her and found that she was dead, turning to look at Nikita his eyes went from shock and guilt to pure anger. He blamed her mother’s death on her and went to hit her, fearing for her life, she turned and ran. Managing to escape his grasp as she locked her door behind her and wedged open the window in her room. She dropped from the second story, only managing to break her arm in the fall. She pushed herself up to her feet and started sprinting down the street away from her house. She never looked back, never wanting to see her father again and knowing her mother was lost to her. She lived on the streets after that, making her way through life and basically surviving. She learned to pick pocket and steal, but she also picked up small jobs from local business owners like the deli and a small restaurant. She knew other kids on the streets and learned how to survive however she could.

She was beaten up by other kids on the streets as well as men. She quickly learned how to defend herself, learning to fight and glad for being a fast runner. During the summers the city would be hot and she would either go to the beach for a swim or find a public pool, when it was closed of course. She kept up her swimming as well as her running doing either activity whenever it was possible. When she was eighteen she was approached by a man, the man thinking she was a hooker, but when she denied it and told him to go away he persisted, grabbing her and tossing her down a empty alleyway. She fought back but it was no use as he pinned her against a wall behind a trash disposal. She screamed as loudly as she could, but he back handed her, knocking her head against the bricks. She was terrified but then someone pulled him off of her and tossed him against the other brick wall. The man coughed blood as a dagger was placed in his belly, Nikita rushed over to help the man that had saved her, catching him as he fell to the ground. She grabbed for the dagger only to be dragged to her feet when the man pulled on her hair. She pulled the dagger from the man’s stomach to use it against her, but he socked her in the stomach and then back handed her again before tossing her down on top of the man that now lay dead on the ground. She managed to get to her knees again after a minute; she was covered in the man’s blood and was still holding the knife when she heard sirens. She looked down to see the man was a police detective in plain clothes. His jacket was open revealing the badge clipped to his waist. She staggered to her feet and turned only to see a police officer aiming a gun and her and telling her to drop the knife. She dropped it immediately as the cop rushed forward cuffing her, while her partner checks the detective. The police officer confirmed that he was dead and Nikita was arrested on charges of killing a police officer.

She was convicted because there was no evidence that another person was there, nor that she had been attacked other than by the officer which apparently had skin under his nails and the stab wound that matched the knife in her hand, which the knife only had her prints on it. She was convicted and sentenced to life in prison. She stayed in prison for five years and just when she thought that there was no hope in her life, she was dealt another blow. A new arrival in the prison decided to pick a fight with her. She had learned some new fighting skills in the prison, learning them to keep alive, but this person was brutal, beating her literally to a pulp and reminding her of how her father used to beat her. She was knocked out after the girl had brought out a knife, she’d seen the flash of metal before she fell to the ground and everything went black.

She awoke to be in a circular room, the walls painted white. She was strapped to a gurney, hardly able to move with the amount of straps they held her down with. This is when she learned of Section One. She had apparently been given another chance, they had taken her out of prison and she had been listed as dead, killed by another prisoner. She was told that she had two choices; either choose to work for Section One or die. She told them that she was innocent that she hadn’t committed the murder. They simply told her that most say that in the beginning. She was sedated after that, but once she calmed down and agreed, she began her training with a Level five operative. She was trained for two years like any other recruited to section. She was trained how to fight, how to think strategically, how to use her looks to get what she wants and how to use weapons. She graded fairly high in testing especially in fighting and her ability to be a Valentine Operative, though guns she was reluctant to use as well as knives, since a dagger was what had gotten her into prison in the first place. She continued to train under her mentor and was eventually placed in Active duty. She was reluctant during her first mission which required her to kill a woman so that she could take a key card that she had on her. She was supposed to make it look like a break in. She was dumped in front of the house and given the mission profile as well as a gun. She tucked the gun in the back of her pants and approached the house. Breaking inside was fairly easy, but the woman was home. She attacked Nikita, but she managed to dodge it and simply knock the woman out. Retrieving the key card, she returned to the car which was waiting a block down the street. For the whole thing she had only two minutes to do it and managed successfully. Her mentor had to kill the woman though since Nikita hadn’t. She passed the mission, but she was still required to kill a person so that section knew she had it in her to do. Otherwise Nikita would be canceled. The mission continued where they had to break into the lab the woman worked and retrieve bio weapons that her company was building for Terrorists. She handled the execution of the mission well, but was reluctant to kill anyone.

In the end she did kill a man; he was one of the terrorists who were at the lab to see over the progress. He was going to kill her mentor, while the mentor collected the vials of bio chemicals. She killed him, though reluctantly. She passed the mission and was upgraded to Active status.


Operatives Pleasures
⊕ Swimming
⊕ Reading; mostly fiction novels
⊕ Music; 80’s music mostly, Rock, Metal and Glam
⊕ Cars; mostly muscle cars from before the 80’s and sports cars
⊕ Movies; Action, comedy and sometimes romance
Operatives Dislikes
⊕ Section One; for obvious reasons
⊕ Terrorists or anyone that threatens innocent lives
⊕ Chauvinists
⊕ Being misinformed or not having enough information
⊕ People that use her emotions against her

Operatives Weaknesses
Spiders; she absolutely hates spiders and can’t stand them being on or near her. Her emotional connections; she develops strong feelings for people be them friends or lovers, she will do anything to protect them.

Relationship Status
None at the moment
Codename
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Rasmus

Rasmus • Vincent • Ledin

Section Operative status: Level 3 Operative
Operative’s Alias: Kayden
Operative’s gender is: Male
Operative’s date of birth: February/2/1988 (22)
Operative’s sexual status: Bisexual
Operative’s Eye Color: Blue
Operative’s Natural Hair Color: Blond (he dyes it frequently)

Skills
He's more of a stealth operative. He is a master at tailing someone without them noticing or slipping into a building unnoticed. He can pick locks, free run like a pro, and if you don't know where to look he almost disappears in the shadows. He knows how to shoot a gun, but he would much rather use a knife. He's good with a Halberd as well as a Kusarigama, and he uses Sai knives. Finding other knives to be too bulky and slow for his purposes. He can do hand-to-hand, but as said he would rather use a knife if he can. His pain tolerance is through the roof, too. You would have to beat him up pretty badly to have him feel it or react to it.He can speak Sweedish and English fluently.

Background Check
Rasmus was born in Stockholm, Sweden. He never knew his real parents, though, growing up in an orphanage until he was adopted at the age of seven. He didn't really pay much attention to his foster parents. Kayne being a teacher and Sarah being a receptionist for some company. Rasmus didn't care. They were just people and they had no control over what he did. Oh they tried. He did horrible in school. More interested in finding ways to get away from his foster parents, namely Kayne, more than anything else. So his grades suffered for it. The teacher never asked about his bruises, cuts, or even burns that the boy had on himself. Thinking they were from his free running, but in truth they were from Kayne. Every time he tried to run away he would get caught and brought back home only to be beaten by Kayne. After a while he didn't really feel the pain; became accustomed to it. He almost got away one time when he was thriteen only to be caught by Kayne himself, having passed too close to the school he worked at after school. He had been smoking a cigarette which seemed wrong to Rasmus, considering it was a school for small children. When he was caught by his foster dad the man put the cigarette out on Rasmus' arm and sent him home. The boy thought that was all that he was gonna get for being caught that time. He should've known better. As soon as Kayne got home his wrath came down hard on Rasmus.

Rasmus had been sitting on the couch in the living room, but he was more of kneeling on the couch as he read. Always ready to move. To run if need be. But he didn't even hear the door open and close to signal Kayne's arrival home. Sarah was at a friend's house for the night so Rasmus would have to deal with Kayne by himself this time. He had no idea it would be the worst beating he'd ever receive.

He felt a hand on his arm, yanking up and off the couch; angry words in the air. About him being ungrateful and a pain in the a**. He should be grateful. Grateful for what? He was thrown around by Kayne and hit, beaten until he could barely even stand. The last time he had been thrown he crumpled in a heap to the floor, hoped it was all since he was barely alive at that point. The first few blows he hadn't felt but now he felt the pain wash over him in waves. Made him wince. The boy looked up at his 'father' and glared hatefully. Now, Rasmus wasn't one to show fear, pain, or terror at all but on that night he did. Seeing lustful rage in Kayne's eyes. He managed to stand, keeping his back to the wall as he moved down the hallway towards the stairs. When he turned to run up the stairs however, Kayne grabbed his ankle and yanked it out from under him; making him slam down hard on the stairs. Just more scars. He kicked and struggled against the man, managing to land a few blows on him but he wasn't strong enough to do any real damage in his condition. He got away, but not for long, feeling a hand grab his wrist and pull him back against Kayne's chest. A vice grip on his arms as he struggled. He knew what was coming and he would fight it with whatever he had left.

Feeling fingers in his blond hair, ripping his hair out as he was dragged down the hall towards Kayne and Sarah's room. He kept on struggling to get away. Pain searing through his scalp, but he didn't care. What was worse? Getting your hair ripped out but escaping or getting raped? He went with the latter being the worst out of those two choices. And yet, despite his struggling and his fighting. Hitting, kicking, and screaming; he still ended up on that bed. Still ended up at the mercy of his foster parent. . . That was the only time in his life he cried. Even now he will not cry and he believes he cried all the tears he had on that night. Something in him dying to help him become the killer he now is.

The next day they had gotten into another fight. This was ending in blows with Rasmus fighting back, having most of his strength now, but it didn't last long as Kayne shoved Rasmus up against the counter in the kitchen. The corner biting into his back as he grit his teeth, barely feeling the pain at first but as Kayne kept pushing the corner was shoved harder into his back. Ripping up his back as he was pushed down. He swore he blacked out for a second or two. Kayne stopped when he saw the red pool around Rasmus' feet, letting go of the boy completely when Sarah walked in the door. Rasmus simply slumped to the floor, completely losing consciousness as he lay in a pool of his own blood. He recovered since they were smart enough to take him to hospital, but a tension existed between himself and Kayne. Sarah could feel it but didn't ask. She accepted her husband's story that Rasmus had fallen and slid against the corner of the counter, leaving a scar marring his otherwise flawless skin; not to mention mental scars. And she didn't know about the 'incident'. She never would know. Never know why Rasmus had made a turn around to being a 'good kid'. He would still free run, still prepare, for what he had planned.

He stayed with them for another year before executing his plan. On New Years Sarah was gone again for a while and Rasmus was packing a bag full of what he'd need; food, water, and clothes. He'd never get to use it, though. Kayne was downstairs watching the ball drop with no idea he was now the hunted as Rasmus snuck down the halls. He had one of the knives from the kitchen, slipping up behind Kayne and raising the knife to slice across his throat. A gurgling sound coming from him instead of a scream when he sliced his throat. He felt no regret when he did it either. When he saw Kayne fall to the floor and look up at him with shocked eyes, life slowly fading from them. Good riddance. Rasmus never got out of the house, though, as Sarah came home. To be home with family on New Years, Rasmus didn't know, but the problem was she had brought her girl friends with her. Of course, as soon as they say Kayne lying there dead in a pool of blood and Rasmus with the knife they called the police. It only made Rasmus mad they felt remorse for an abusive creature such is Kayne. So, he killed a few of Sarah's friends in blind rage before the police got him. They said he had gone crazy, something in him had snapped, but his stormy blue eyes just looked at Sarah. Her shocked features.

Prison hadn't been too hard for him despite the fact he was thriteen at the time. On death row. People tended to avoid him, leave the 'killer' to his business, afraid they would die by his hand. When he awoke in a strange room one day, tied up and in a circular white room he panicked. Not able to move and seeing only one exit. But he listened as they told him about Section One. Another chance. He was considered dead already, apparently, and it took him almost no thought process to decide to go along with them. Between life and death he would always choose life. It was easy for him to advance in the ranks, being ruthless and cold. Detached. He could take a life without thinking twice about it, could get into any building without being noticed, etc. He's been in Section One for six years and he will remain with them until they Cancel him or he is Cancelled by someone on a mission. Quite honestly, he lives without fear.


Operatives Pleasures
⊕ Free Running
⊕ Training
⊕ Reading; on the rare occasion
⊕ Being left alone
⊕ Drawing/painting/etc.
⊕ Being outside
⊕ The dark
Operatives Dislikes
⊕ Abusive people
⊕ Feeling trapped
⊕ Feeling cold
⊕ Having to work with a dog
⊕ Idotic people piss him off
⊕ Helpless people as well

Operatives Weaknesses
He doesn't do well if he is beaten or hit outside of a fight. He often shuts down or becomes passive aggressive; rarely will he fight back. And strangely enough, he hates dogs. They make him uneasy and hard for him to concentrate. He's claustrophobic too. If you put him in a space where he can't get out of, then he will completely lose his cool.

Relationship Status
No one, and there is a high chance it will remain that way.

Codename
Sanutamar

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Gabe

Gabriel • Hughes • Dubois

Section Operative status: Level Five Operative
Operative’s Alias: Andrien
Operative’s gender is: Male
Operative’s date of birth: 09/05/1980 (31)
Operative’s sexual status: heterosexual
Operative’s Eye Color: Silver-Blue
Operative’s Natural Hair Color:Dark Blonde

Skills
One of Section's Top Feild Operatives and Stratagists and Probably one of the best operatives when it comes to firearms. Having the ability to hit practically any target that he sets his eyes upon. His accuracy dead accurate after training with both firearms and archery bows. He is deadly in hand to hand combat, but it doesn’t compare to his abilities with firearms. He is excellent with talking with people and getting them to trust him; making him a good Valentine Operative with the combination of looks and manipulation. He is an excellent sprinter and long distance runner. A brilliant tactician and highly adaptable to situations within the field. His first language is French, learning English soon after that along with German, Ukrainian and Arabic. He is excelent with anything that is mechanical and has some sort of engine in it. His time at school serving him well in this field.

Background Check
Born in Malo, France; Gabriel was the son of Michael Dubois and Evelyn Everwood. Gabriel never knew his mother because she moved away when he was only a year old. His parents had never married because of his mother being a descendent of some English blue blood family, her parents against her love for Michael who had no connections to French or English royal lineage; his family coming from a long line of masonry workers and steel workers. Neither his father nor himself ever heard from her after she returned to England with her parents. Gabriel or better known as Gabe grew up in a modest home, his father continuing on as a steel worker just like his father before him. Gabe went to school and had a fairly normal life, or at least as normal as a one parent home could be. His father constantly worked so that they could have food on their table, while Gabe practically raised himself with the help of his ailing grandmother. When he reached about grade five, his teachers began to notice his excellence in certain areas of school, which included Literature, mathematics and Physical education. His other classes lagged slightly in marks, but he stayed within a good range to keep his average up. Upon taking an IQ test he was determined to have a grading of 124, though much like school he lacked in certain areas. He was placed within a gifted program within his school, not particularly liking it, but he did well.


He kept up with sports through into high school, joining the football(soccer) teams, lacrosse, track and wrestling teams. Keeping his body in great shape as he found it relaxing when he was playing a game, his mind able to execute maneuvers and adapt to situations within a split second. He graduated and went off to Paris I, in Paris France. He excelled in the university studying engineering and mechanics, while on a scholarship for football. During his time at University that was when things began to go downhill for Gabriel, he got mixed up with the wrong guys in school. Doing drugs as well as muscle enhancement drugs to supposedly improve his prowess in the game. He slowly spiraled down, his grades slipping and his scholarship taken away when he was tested positive for drugs. Unfortunately when they did the test and his coach informed him that he was off the team and expelled from school, Gabriel happened to be on a major high. He attacked the couch beating him into a bloody pulp after smashing his head against the stone wall several times. Another football player had come in to see him and had tried to stop him, it didn’t work. Gabriel attacked, leaving the couch bleeding and unconscious on the floor as he broke the kid’s arm as well as his knee and nearly snapped his neck. He would have killed the kid if the other team members hadn’t have come in and dragged Gabriel off of him. The kid was relatively alright, though his knee had to be replaced and it took several months for his arm to heal. The couch didn’t do as well; he was in a coma for a year before he died from his injuries.

Gabriel was arrested on the charges of assault, possession of illegal narcotics and attempted murder. He pled guilty at the trial and was sentenced to twenty-five to life. His first parole hearing would occur after twenty-five years. Gabriel was twenty-two at the time he had assaulted both the kid and the couch, it took six months to process and go through court and by the time he was twenty-three he was in jail. He did alright in jail, no one messed with him after the first week. The big guy inside wanting to beat the crap out of him to show his dominance. Gabriel had defended himself lodging the make-shift knife into the man’s side. He didn’t hit any major organs but the man was laid up in the ward for a month. He’d been attacked by the guy’s cronies that ended up with broken bones. He was required to go to meetings and become totally clean in regards to drugs. The withdrawal had been horrible, making him stay in bed for over a week with the shakes and the cravings that seemed to eat away at his insides. He went to the meetings within the jail, getting himself fully clean and sober. He was in jail for two years, clean the entire time since he had promised himself and his father that he would quit. His father visited him every two months at the beginning, but slowly it became less until he completely stopped visiting Gabriel, ashamed by what his son had done. He learned that during his time in jail that his father had married and now had another kid. Gabriel’s half-sister who was twenty-three years younger than him. He had a picture of her as a baby that his father had brought in from him on the last visit. Somehow seeing redemption in his younger sibling, though he never met her before.

He was attacked by the guards within the jail one night, he’d been sleeping after lights out and awoken when he heard his cell door opening. His eyes had snapped open to see two muscularly guards make their way in. They grabbed him and he struggled, managing to break one guy’s nose along the way, but before he could do anymore damage they had stuck a needle in his neck. He passed out within seconds. He had awoken to be in a room, all that was in it was him and the gurney that he was strapped to. A man had entered and explained that Gabriel Dubois, no longer existed, that he had committed suicide in jail via rope blanket and a beam that was in the cell. He was also informed that he was to work for Section One, a covert operations agency that answered to very few people, but got the jobs done. He was also informed that his choice was to either join or be killed. It was obvious which he was going to pick.

He started his new life within the walls of Section, being trained by an Operative by the name of Yuzo. He excelled within the training program, adapting quickly to the physical rigors of it, as well as the new training such as stealth, espionage and other assassin style techniques. He had never held a gun before they had placed one in his hand. It had taken him a bit to get used to the recoil, used to fighting with his hands or a blade. He continued to practice, using both the firing range and the simulator programs. He slowly got better and better at it, his mentor encouraging him as he learned several different styles of guns as well as other fire arms. He had a basic knowledge of hand to hand combat before his introduction to Section, but when placed in training he went through rigorous physical training to bulk himself up and then was put through several different versions of martial arts. Learning to adapt in his styles and how he came at an opponent. He quickly learned to push his emotions back, to not allow them to interfere with how he reacted or fought.

After finishing the training Gabriel was placed through his Active Test, he was placed on Point during the execution of the mission. He was put in place as a Valentine Operative since his high scores with woman gave him an advantage. His silver tongue which didn’t exist before Section came into play. The woman he was to target melted in his hands easily. Killing her to retrieve the codes that she held on her at all times. He executed her after their rendezvous at her place. He joined with the team and extracted the man that she had held captive in her basement. The man apparently some diplomat and the woman a hitwoman, known to be a black widow. He finished his Active Test with flying colours, though of course Operations had comments about his performance and his so called hesitation, though Gabriel didn’t believe he had hesitated at all. He moved into Active duty easily, continuing to train with Yuzo while he worked as an Active Operative. Yuzo saving his butt several times within his first year of working for Section, keeping him from being placed in Abeyance. Eventually Yuzo was killed during a mission, either by accident or by Section’s command, but by then he had learned not to dig into Section’s dirty laundry.

He moved up within the ranks fairly quickly reaching Level 5 because of his ability to adapt to situations and see the larger picture. His ability to shove emotions far back into his mind came in as a bonus as well. He kept himself in line knowing that besides threatening his own life, they could threaten his father or half sister if he stepped out of line. He moved to Level five within four years, surpassing many of the other trainees that had been with him in training at the same time. He has the confidence of Operations, but he also has his own agendas. He was assigned a pupil two and a half years ago. The new recruit was named Nikita; she was belligerent and defensive at first, especially when he had first met her inside the room which all new recruits were dragged into after being abducted from their lives. He’d explained Section to her and began teaching her to be an Assassin for Section. She learned quickly and he found her interesting, how she never seemed to lose the humanity within her and continued to say that she was innocent. He became close to her during training, or at least as close as he had been to anyone within section since his arrival. He placed her through her Active Test as well, driving her out to the target’s house. She had been a bit dazed because it was her first time out of section in the last two years. He’d felt a twinge of regret when he’d forced her out of the car and had quickly explained her mission. She’d stared at the car as he had driven down the street and around the block to where he said he’d meet her. When she returned he knew that she hadn’t killed the woman and that if she didn’t she would not pass the test and would be canceled. He had seen potential in her to be a good operative and had taken it into his hands to dispose of the target. He’d left her in the car, but she had fallowed. The woman had retrieved her gun by then and shot at him. He’d killed her within seconds, his aim deadly accurate. He turned to see Nikita standing in the door with wide eyes. He’d escorted her back to the car after that. He explained to her in no uncertain terms that she would be killed if she didn’t pass this test.

They met a team at the lab in which the woman worked, using her key card to access one of the labs. They entered to retrieve the new explosive substance that the lab was creating for a terrorist cell. He’d been loading the bags with the samples when he’d heard a man come up behind him to the right. His gun was at the ready and he turned to fire when he heard another gun go off. The man dropped to the ground dead, Nikita holding the gun steady as she looked to the man. He’d simply nodded to her, and then informed Comm that it was done. He’d set several charges within the place and the team had exited; the lab exploding behind them. She’d passed and moved into Active Operative status. Though like his mentor before him he kept an eye on Nikita and was often paired with her from Valentine Operations since they were both considered some of the top Valentine Operatives. Gabriel is satisfied with his work within Section, though he often wonders about his family outside of Section and worries that Nikita’s bull headedness will get her canceled.

In the last few years he has kept tabs on his half sister; Annabelle. She is now ten years old. His father is still with Annabelle’s mother and is living a happy life, though he does go visit Gabriel’s grave every year on the anniversary of his supposed death. Gabriel has watched from satellite streams and has once gone to the actual commentary and watched from over a mile away. He is glad that his family is doing alright, though he knows that his father feels guilty for not visiting him the last year of his life on the outside and that he wants forgiveness, but Gabriel is unable to give it to him since he cannot come in contact with any of his family.


Operatives Pleasures
⊕ Hockey; playing the game
⊕ Martial Arts
⊕ Cooking
⊕ Music; mostly classical, but he does listen to rock and metal
⊕ Cars; mostly European sports and American Muscle cars.
⊕ Archery; improves his aim as well as a physically grueling sport
⊕ Being out in the wilderness
Operatives Dislikes
⊕ Drugs; after his original bout with them he has stayed away.
⊕ Rats; he’s never liked them, has a phobia.
⊕ Operations
⊕ Section One
⊕ Hot weather; it just doesn’t agree with him.

Operatives Weaknesses
His family, specifically his father and half sister, he still holds feelings for them and will do anything to protect them; even betray Section One.

Relationship Status
None at the moment, but there are indications...
Codename
sabrina100

[sabrina100]

Bianca

Bianca • Vittoria • Pazzi

Section Operative status: Active Operative
Operative’s Alias: Fátima
Operative’s gender is: Female
Operative’s date of birth: 04/03/1980 (31)
Operative’s sexual status: bisexual
Operative’s Eye Color: brown
Operative’s Natural Hair Color:brown

Skills
Thanks to her first business enterprises, Vittoria is well learned in pharmacology. Her creatice employ of drugs can get the target into different states –just sleeping, euforia, long term deppression- depending on the mission’s needs. The young woman is also a very good sniper and could defend herself if she had to get involved in some fight (thanks the the Section’s training).

Her main skills, however, is her abbility to think on her feet and, of course, her silver-tongue fluency that let her deceit others however she needs. Excelent in math and strategy, as well as fluent in Spanish, English, Italian and French.

Background Check
Born in the now-turistic little town of Sorrento, Italy, Bianca spent an ideal childhood with both parents and an elder brother. Things changed for her around the age of 12, when they had to move to the neighboring city of Naples where she began to hang out with the wrong clique. Her new buddies would mug younger schoolchildren and steal from shop owners, although she soon realized that she using her sweet girl looks was a more simple and profitable way. Vittoria’s first solo jobs where acting lost or as a mugging victim so people would give her money to help her out, considerably more than what any beggar would get.

As she advanced on her teenage years, Vittoria learnt and developed all sorts of cons. For some time she even specialized in conning *****, drugging them to fall sleep before they could do anything and quickly getting their wallets and apartements clean. Of course, eventually she was too old for targeting *****, plus a few times she had gone overboard with the sleeping pills putting them out for good. That was when she began her casino-streak, hustling a few thousand euros and quickly switching cities.

Greed, however, has always been her main weakness. A time came when nothing was enough, and she had become more darey than she should have. Vittoria went for the Summer Casino at Monaco, and succedeed! Well... that is if you do not count the full getaway. A week after the heist she was getting back to Italy, and if it were not for some goat-standing-in-the-middle-of-the-road accident that got her into a hospital, where they opened her luggage filled with a couple of fake passports, leading to fingerprint identification and the coincidence that those same prints where found in plenty crime scenes from a decade before.

Vittoria broke the main commandment of thieves and con artists: Thou shalt not get caught” and was sentenced for a total of 250 years (by adding all the fraud and theft charges) plus death for those rotten ***** that could not hold their sleeping pills. Yet that would not be the end of the sleaky girl, a few weeks after her becoming an official inmate a special Section that does not exist came seeking her out...



Operatives Pleasures
- All forms of money (cash, credit, bank accounts, you name it)
- Fashion, specially J. Galliano’s designs
- Jewelry
- Technological gadgets & cars
- Casinos
- Music
- Dancing
- Books
- Gullible rich men (they seem to fall more than the girls)
Operatives Dislikes
- Pain (mostly her own)
- Slumns and poverty-related environments
- Hard work
- Waiting
- Hospitals

Operatives Weaknesses
Far too many powerful enemies. Vittoria’s talents for swindleing the rich has let her with an uncountable amount of people that would waste no time in killing her if the truth about her alledged death came out.
Her feeble morals added to her passion for “the material world” makes her a devote agent given the right fee.

Relationship Status
Single and likeing it
Codename
xHoshi_no_Hikarix

[sabrina100]

Jeremiah

Jeremiah • Wayne • Carter

Section Operative status: Active Operative
Operative’s Alias: Jackson
Operative’s gender is: Male
Operative’s date of birth: 1/15/1979 (32)
Operative’s sexual status: Heterosexual
Operative’s Eye Color: Ice Blue
Operative’s Natural Hair Color:Dark brown

Skills
Needless to say, Jerry is deadly. As a former Navy SEAL, Jerry learned all of the intricate aspects of combat, including guns, hand-to-hand combat, knives, and explosives. Jerry is just as dangerous with a pistol as he is with a rifle, carbine, or sniper rifle. Through his BUDs training, Jerry is an excellent diver and is very good in the water, skilled at aqueous infiltrations. He is also able to perform HALO jumps. Jerry can survive on his own in the wilderness or in an urban environment from his SERE training. From his SEAL Team Six and CIA experience he is trained in all aspects of spy craft, from surveillance to counter-intelligence. With his sharp mind and military experience, Jerry can plan and improvise on missions. Not one of his most prized and favorite skills, Jerry has the rare ability to snap someone’s neck with his bare hands. Although his linguistic skills might not be on par with other Section One operatives, Jerry can speak fluent Arabic and Persian, with passable Pashto and Spanish.

Background Check
Jeremiah ‘Jerry’ Carter was born to George Carter – a former Marine/police detective – and Louise Carter, a stay-at-home-mom. Although Jerry was the middle child of an older sister and a younger sister, he always felt the need to protect them throughout his life. Jerry was raised in a very strict Christian household – he knew about morals and codes before he could say the alphabet. Other than their crazy Uncle Steve coming to live with them every once in a blue moon, Jerry had a rather normal family. Jerry excelled in school, having a tested IQ of well over 120. He also seemed to have a slight obsessive compulsive disorder; Jerry did things in a very particular manner, down to the precise details. He received high marks in high school, and continued on to college.

Jerry graduated from college in 2001, planning on taking a cushy job within the Navy in order to serve his country like his father had. After September 11th however, Jerry was one of the first to apply for SEAL training. The training was, in essence, pure hell. There was literally a section of the training dubbed ‘Hell Week’ where the weakest of the hopefuls were weeded out within the first few days. Out of the 120 men who started in Jerry’s SEAL class, only twenty-five graduated. Now Jerry was a warrior, forged from fire and ready to be set loose on the world.

Frighteningly, Jerry was the best at what he did out in the field: kill people. He helped conduct SEAL operations all around the world, fighting on the front lines in Afghanistan and Iraq. During an operation in Afghanistan, Jerry carried a fellow sniper through three miles of desert while having to fight off Taliban troops. Jerry and his teammate were eventually picked up on the Pakistani border by additional special operation forces. He was awarded the Bronze Star for valor. Jerry eventually became second-in-command of his SEAL unit, earning the respect of his fellow SEALs and superiors. When Jerry reached the age of twenty-five, he was selected to become a member of the United States Naval Special Warfare Development Group, also known as DEVGRU or SEAL Team Six. After a seven month training course which tested his mental capability, Jerry managed to become one of the Joint Special Operations Command’s finest soldiers. The team that Jerry on which Jerry was placed was partnered heavily with Delta Force and the CIA’s Special Activities Division.

During this time, Jerry began to lose contact with the outside world; he was constantly on missions, and in some cases was not allowed to see family or friends. He began to lose the human side of him. The only thing that kept him alive was his training, and his strive to serve his country and kill the bastards that brought down the Twin Towers.

When Jerry was twenty-eight, he was placed on a solo mission in a jungle environment. On the insertion, his helicopter was shot down. Managing to survive, Jerry had to live in the jungle for two weeks while fighting and avoiding enemy forces. Although the odds were against him and he had barely any resources, Jerry continued on with his mission and eventually completed it. Much like in Afghanistan, Jerry managed to escape and get back home. He wasn’t awarded for this feat, seeing as how he wasn’t officially there in the first place.

As Jerry turned thirty, he began to officially work for the CIA as a Paramilitary Operations Officer, yet still stayed with his SEAL unit and conducted the same sort of operations. In the year 2009, the CIA sent him and his team on a black operation in Iran. The aim of the mission was to disarm their nuclear program before they could make any more warheads. The team used the cover of night to infiltrate a major nuclear facility near Tehran. At first, the mission was going fine, all according to plan. But then suddenly, alarms started going off. Someone had leaked information about the operation to the Iranians… and Jerry’s SEAL team was stuck in the middle of it. They tried to fight their way out, but in the end only three members of Jerry’s team survived: himself, their sniper, and another rifleman.

Getting back home, Jerry came under trial from the US Senate’s Intelligence Committee; wanting to know why he was in territory he wasn’t supposed to be in. Of course, Jerry was not allowed to give out operational details of the mission, even under oath. Since the CIA figured Jerry could fend for himself, Jerry was sent to federal prison for war crimes as a part of a deal with the Iranians he didn’t know about.

One night, Jerry was to be transferred to another federal prison to serve out the rest of his sentence. Although, the armored truck that was carrying him didn’t go to another prison… it took him to a secret Section One base. Jerry’s head was covered with a hood the entire time, so he had no idea where he was. Pulling him inside, two strong burly men strapped him to a chair inside of a circular white room. Jerry stayed calm the entire time; he’d been in way worse situations than this. After sitting in the room for nearly two hours, a man came in, announcing to him that according to the general public, Jerry was killed upon arriving in the new prison he was supposed to have gone to. Now Jerry was a dead man, and his only way out of the story becoming true was for him to work with a secretive organization called Section One. At first Jerry resisted; being interrogated was like second nature to him. They wore him down for two days, until finally Jerry accepted the job offer.

Unlike most new Section operatives, Jerry was already ready for the field, knowing combat skills, stealth, and the art of espionage from his time as a SEAL and CIA Paramilitary Officer. So instead of wasting time with training, Jerry only had to go through a few simple tests to prove that he was applicable to be made Active. For his final test, Jerry was placed on a clandestine mission to eliminate Abu Mohammed Siddiqui, the leader of an Islamic terrorist faction within the United States. Armed with a MP5SD and a silenced .45 pistol, Jerry infiltrated Siddiqui’s heavily defended mosque/base. Jerry wasn’t hesitant to kill the guards, plant explosives, and murder Siddiqui with a single .45 bullet to the brain. Jerry even went the extra mile by stealing files from the terrorist’s computer network before escaping and detonating the explosives, framing another extremist group in the act.

Although being one of Section One’s newest Active Operatives, Jerry isn’t really looking to prove himself in the field. He already knows what he can and can’t do. He just wants to kill terrorists and defend his country. That’s all.

Operative’s Pleasures

- Weaponry
- Cooperation with his team
- Learning a new skill
- Training
- Killing the bad guys

Operative’s Dislikes

- Arrogance
- Having to use non-lethal force
- Extremists of any kind
- Politicians
- Red tape/bureaucracy

Operative’s Weaknesses
Even though his sisters are fully grown, married, and have children, he is still very protective over them. If something were to ever happen to them, he would come out of hiding; whether Section One likes it or not.

Relationship Status
Single

Codename
Captain Kilos

[sabrina100]

Demetri

Demetri • Zae • Willams

Section Operative status: Executive Stratagist
Operative’s Alias: Stefan
Operative’s gender is: Male
Operative’s date of birth: December 31, 1966 35
Operative’s sexual status: bisexual
Operative’s Eye Color: Blue eyes..he owns green contacts
Operative’s Natural Hair Color:dark dusty brown

Skills
Demetri is skilled in nearly just about everything. He has some points that still need profecting but he is by no means perfect. He knows a very effective way to use aikido, brazilian jiu-jitsu, and kick boxing. As if the world was on his side it only takes him a second to blend in.If you saw him you would think oh. another face. And move on. He can pick a lock in a few seconds, hot wire something without a second to spare, and can be prety effective at getting out of things with his mouth. Wile still being in context he uses a wide variety of weapons but is skilled with a knife and hand guns. Large guns are just a pain. He can get things done without a real what to do about it, and has the greatest phase of connection spread across the world like you wouldn't believe. Oh did I forget to mention that they guy can do just about anything with his bare hands. And when on a subject he can get nearly anyone to spill information without any use of torture...Yep the sweet mediocrity of the tongue...It's a dieing art really. Fluent in English, Japanese, and German.

Background Check
Being born of two proud country folk, in Germany, Demetri was raised with a natural respect for a lot of things. One of those was hard work. As things grew farther his parents farm got smaller and smaller till they were forced off their land and went to live in the city. He was young and didn't get what was happening but he wouldn't show that. When his parents had found jobs his dad had rented an apparent and that was where things started. Demetri learned of his fathers frustration over his mothers will to get things done. Though it wasn't until she collapsed that the full meaning came into view. Demetri then became a spectator and when he came home from running errands he heard a noise in the bed room. He slipped over and right about here was when he would have like t start over. When he opened the door out of confusion things became clear. And Demetri understood. His mother was bilaterally drunk and his father...That was a scene came over and was enraged. His mother seemed to sober quickly and came over as well. For the next two years Demetri dealt with bruising cuts and concussions from his parents... It wasn't bad though.Not in his eyes till things.got a little out of hand. His father had a heart attack and fell down the steps leaving little margin for error. And was dead. From here things seemed to be a blur. He had his mothers raged face printed across his mind but for what/ He figured that it seemed like it was his fault he left though one moment he was there and then he bolted right out the front door. He ran and ran till he found what was going to be a great family for him.

Demetri believe it or not joined the circus stage.Don't know what that is? Well it is a bright place that is like a circus only it is a show like a theater but with acrobats and people., starting as someone who ran around for people and cooked meals. But soon came to be part of the show, not just any show the whole tightrope thing?Yeah now add a ship with flames beneath you and battling with swards...Yep now that was fun. Super flexible people were one thing but he is extremely coordinated. Running out one day he missed the bus and had to run back.The problem was he had gotten stuck in a bit of a bind he and his best friend were taking shortcuts. That led them into a ally. When all else failed they stumbled into a bar. Oh great they were teenagers and now they were in a bar? And then came the bar fight.Wile things hyped up they were shoved out back again. And then came along the lovely stranger that he used to look up to? Yes his mother took a 45 out and pointed first at himself then at his friend. With a very lengthy talk his mother now insane dropped the loaded gun and fell to her knees wile Demetri watched as the bullet pierced the the skin on his friend. Shooting and clipping the side of his heart. Stunned he didn't even notice his mother scream and run off. He held his friend close to him. Watched his last breaths his last smile, his last breaths. That ripped everything from him.

The authorities showed up and pried Demetri from his friends corps. He was reluctant. Though he was in to much shock to argue. He didn't say anything and was arrested. Tried and thanks to his mothers testimony fined guilty and tossed in jail. He wasn't noisy but was not one to stand in the way of. He learned many things and he was one of the most flexibly people there. So he had much to his name. So wile things went on he stayed there for six years of his like and matured to s rock solid person that was hard to breach. How ever being board with his snark comment. He made a guard mad and hand at it. Took a good blunt to the head and cracked down a flight of stairs...Ironic huh? When he woke up He was no longer anywhere he knew but the feeling it had told him everything. The dead smell that hod the stale taste to it. Yeah he was in some sort of medical building.There he was strapped and tied. Wow never knew a strait suit was so annoying. He was told about the section. NOw at this point he really didn't care. But he tried to tell thim this was a mistake. No no mistake but it took them a mear four days to wear him down before he just gave in knowing he could always end it later right?

When he entered he was not that person you would expect he wasn't weak and he had a gaze that could make a lion bow. He climbed the ranks and his first mission was like fish in a barrel. Yep mothers little boy alright. He walked into his old apartment with a welcoming smile. Given that he had busted own the door his mentor just stood by the door. His mother had been passing information to terrorists so like that little boy he gave a warming smile and raised the gun putting three rounds out and all three hits. One to a small kid one to her new husband and one to his mother...Really?Yeah that was his first killing mission. He wasn't ashamed either. He isn't hesitant now or never as things went on he climbed ranks hims mentor is long since gone had taken a rookie and taken the price...But hey Demetri is still one of those guys you look at and wonder witch of them is the real them?


Operatives Pleasures
+Nature
+Painting
+A good gund battle
+Tranning
+The memories of his stage family.
+Cold glass of green tea
Operatives Dislikes

-annoying people
-Seeing people slack off
-Shadow walkers
-crowds
-His mother

Operatives Weaknesses
isolation, really really loud crowded places, small rooms... he has claustrophobia

Relationship Status
Single
Codename
RusetWolf