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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 8:33 pm
Malika Al-kohen [MALL-EE-KA AL-KO-EN]
Malika Al-kohen. Born Jewish, Malika (or more commonly known as Molly) is a devout atheist who finds people of faith to be inferior in intellect. The only things Molly has retained from her Jewish heritage are the Hebrew language and her Last name, which means princess. At the age of 27, Molly appears closer to 30. Standing average height, at 5'6" (or 5'7 1/2" in heels) Molly holds herself up with every bit of her confidence, making her appear even taller. Her appearance expresses her strict organization and attention to detail. She is only ever seen in very professional female suits which are perfectly fitted and pressed. She never wears a wrinkle other than the crows feet developing early on her face. Her rich brown hair is usually seen up in a tight bun without a single loose hair. Anytime she may let her hair down, the creases and abuse from the long hours she spends at work would show. Molly always wears a pair of very expensive and professional glasses that she has no need for. Her mother told her at a young age,
"They not only make a great accessory, they are a symbol of intelligence." Molly has always found this funny because, according to her, her mother wasn't very intelligent at all. Molly learned to keep her appearance in topnotch shape from her mother, which she still does despite the fact that she believes appearances to be utterly worthless. Molly was very self conscious of the size of her nose in high school, which is the only imperfect feature she has. Over the years she has learned to cover it up with makeup and most people either don't notice or are too distracted by her overall beauty that they fail to mention it.
Molly's mother was a very stereotypical trophy wife and most of her family attribute her looks to her mothers beauty. Molly's father was a very successful businessman who ran his own publishing company. Molly came to despise her parents at a young age because they were determined to make her a beauty queen, and overlooked her intelligence because she was female. Molly hated her mother for being inferior to her father who she thought of as blinded by his arrogance and her mothers stupidity. Molly learned to manipulate her mother throughout her teenage years and convinced her to let Molly attend Law school. After Molly's mother got her the money she needed for school from her father, Molly left home and never returned.
In law school Molly's hatred of unintelligent women and arrogant men was propelled so much that she soon became convinced that that was all the world consisted of. graduating third in her class, but a year early. Molly spent only a year as an intern at a law firm before landing a job as a defence attorney at a competing firm. Molly worked any case she could get and soon proved herself to be ruthless and cunning. Though she didn't win every case Molly maintained a higher percentage of cases won than any Lawyer in the country. Molly gained partnership in her law firm by threatening to join another competing firm. With stock shares and a very large consultant fee, Molly made a very large amount of money. Using what knowledge about business she learned from her father and picked up in school Molly invested and was on track to buy out her Law firm by the age of 32.
Molly believes that she has never had a REAL friend, nor does she believe this is a big loss. Molly has never met someone to who she has felt equal to, much less inferior. Molly has spent her free time since girlhood challenging the greatest minds of the present and the past. By reading mystery novels and figuring out who did it, solving the most complex puzzles, beating every chess program she can find, doing crossword puzzles, and most frequently solving Sudoku puzzles, Molly has come to believe she is intellectually superior to every person in all time. Despite all of her vain and morbid beliefs, Molly is considered kind and friendly to most people who are close to her. This is because Manipulation and Lies are her two most practiced weapons.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:41 pm
Jun'ichi Kato [June-eechee Kay-toe] Jun-ichi Kato, known as Jun to his friends, is 21 years of age. After figuring out school wasn’t for him at a young age, Jun found steady employment in a local gang. Jun learned to like the dog eat dog world of the streets of Japan. Not wanting to concern his parents, Jun told them that he had become a private investigator. Jun calls them from time to time, keeping up the facade. Having left school early, he speaks Japanese and some broken English. He prefers to speak Japanese but knows enough English to usually get his point across.
Jun is a friendly guy, with a very open mind towards people. Jun has no moral qualms about his job because he believes in a preconceived destiny for everyone. His favorite quote is “Que Sera Sera” or “What ever will be will be”. Flying by the seat of his pants, Jun finds himself getting accepted to the mafia, and jumps at an opportunity to leave Japan.
Standing at 5’ 9”, Jun is of average height. His typical straight black hair falls just short of his shoulders. Jun was never overly popular with women, but he is by no means ugly. He prefers loose and comfortable clothing, usually containing at least one apparel logo. Jun would fit into any modern hip-hop video with his baggy pants and heavy winter wear. Jun can also often be seen wearing sunglasses at times when they are not entirely necessary.
Being small in stature, Jun took to practicing in the use of firearms, rather than weapons to maintain his usefulness to his employers. He is not a sniper, though he knows how to operate a sniper rifle. He is a good shot, but it took quite a bit of practice for him to become so. Jun spends at least a few hours a week at a shooting range to keep up his skills.
Considering himself a Grade A grunt worker, Jun is willing to work at any position he is assigned to and makes it a point to enjoy every thing he experiences, no matter how unenjoyable it may seem.
Jun spends most of his time gambling while hes not at work. He's not the best at gambling but he enjoys the social aspect of it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:08 pm
Eleck Ito; [El-ick I-toe]
Eleck Ito is your typical twenty-one year old hacker. As typical as a freelance hacker is, anyway. Although a full-blooded Japanese citizen, his 5’10” stature and curly chocolate colored hair often makes his smaller father wonder if Eleck is really his son. Due to this suspicion, Eleck has grown into the habit of cramming his curly locks under a beanie or hat of some sort, and feels very uncomfortable when lacking one. He possesses his mother’s ageless pale face and serious dark eyes. Most people recognize Eleck by his lime green headphones, which appear to be permanently attached to his ears, and his baggy, worn out, sweat shirt and jeans. His horrible posture, combined with the tendency to spend more money on electrical equipment than on clothes, makes Eleck appear more like a teenage runaway, rather than a wealthy entrepreneur.
Eleck was born and raised in Tokyo, Japan. He attended St. Mary’s International Boy School, where he learned to speak English and was constantly scolded for not being a good Catholic. Even as a child, Eleck was never very good at socializing. Instead, Eleck found solace in his music, and thus practically shut himself off from the entire student body. Out of all the years that he had gone to St. Mary’s, Eleck only managed to make one friend; a punky British boy named Kennith, who later taught him his first hacker’s code in their 6th year computer class. Ever since then, Eleck has found himself completely addicted to electronics of any kind. His legal talents would later earn him a full ride scholarship to the college of his choice, once he graduated. Instead, he turned down the money in order to commit himself full-time, to the growing amount of job offers that required his illegal electrical expertise.
When he’s not scrambling to pay off last minute electric bills, Eleck enjoys playing video games, movies, and exploiting his hacking skills to the utmost advantage. Although he is a huge fan of all different genres of music, Eleck has never gained the skill to play an actual instrument. This does not mean, however, that he does not try. Always a big fan of the electric guitar, Eleck will spend a few hours every now and then trying to teach himself how to play. However, it is only a matter of time before he looses interest in learning, and instead, opts to jam out with his headphones and air guitar. When no one is looking, Eleck likes to burst out in dance when his favorite song comes up on his playlist.
Although Eleck himself is a completely socially awkward individual, he finds people in general very fascinating. Whenever Eleck needs a break away from his small apartment, he can often be found walking up and down the city streets, studying people’s movements. Over time, he has developed the ability to imitate practically anyone’s movements and voice. This talent, however, appears much more impressive when he is mimicking anyone Japanese. Otherwise, his thick accent takes away from his performance, especially when speaking English.
Eleck is very soft spoken, but very sarcastic and blunt. He will say whatever is on his mind, and doesn’t believe in filtering out his words in regards to others thoughts or feelings. His attachment to his lime green headphones, however, has developed a bad habit of paying more attention to his music than a conversation. Therefore, a lot of Eleck’s speech may or may not make sense, depending on how much of the conversation he was actually paying attention to. Eleck does not believe in notebooks or pens due to the fact that he is always losing them. Instead, Eleck opts to memorize whatever he needs vocally, and can often be caught mumbling to himself. He has the smallest smile that lingers on his face, suggesting that he has some kind of secret that only he knows.
Technically, Eleck has been a freelance hacker for years, taking any job that would come his way. One day, he received an offer to completely shut down a rival company’s electronic system. Normally, Eleck would have worked from home, but it was so nice out, that Eleck decided to take a stroll to the neighboring cyber café and complete his work there.
Upon entering the coffee shop, Eleck’s gaze fell upon a young girl in a very peculiar outfit, busily typing away on her computer. Thinking that she was quite pretty, and would be a wonderful candidate for a prank, Eleck wasted no time taking a seat on the other side of the room and sending her a barrage of cheesy pick up lines. Apparently, Felix didn’t find the messages appealing, and quickly responded with a virus that completely crashed not only his computer, but caused a small blackout in the entire café.
Needless to say, Felix’s small flex of power was all that Eleck needed to fall head over heels in geek love. Although it took a few more weeks to get over Eleck’s stalker-like persistence, Felix eventually gave in, and allowed Eleck to join her electronics team. It would be a few more months, however, before Eleck could properly trick Felix into going on a date with him. They have now been together for one year.
Some view Eleck’s brutal honesty, steady gaze, and shy nature as being cold. Most people are annoyed that he rarely takes off his headphones when speaking to someone, and the fact that if he decides to respond, it is with little to no enthusiasm. Although most people eventually grow to dislike Eleck, considering him rude, awkward, and incredibly spaced-out; Eleck never seems to be bothered by other people’s opinions of him. He is quite content to be left alone with his music, and has only recently began branching out to other people in the past few years.
Not all of these socializing attempts, however, were completely successful. In fact, the more social Eleck is, the more confrontations he seems to find himself in. Due to Eleck’s strange ability to piss a person off with one sentence, he has become quite accustomed to dodging fists. He estimates, that it will be only a few more years until he gains the experience necessary to dodge bullets. Until that day, Eleck carries a small pistol around with him; although he has never found the need to draw it out in public.
Eleck thinks Xavier is amazing, and enjoys hanging out with him. He often wonders if their makeshift trio of mischievous hackers may one day bring about the destruction of society. If so, Eleck certainly wouldn’t mind ruling the new world with him and Felix. As far as everyone else goes, Eleck knows only what Felix and Xavier have told him. Since he often works from home, he’s never formally met anyone outside of the mafia’s electronic team, in person. Therefore, he has postponed their involvement in his new world order for the moment.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 12:16 am
Robert Ivy [Rob-ert Eye-vee]
Robert Lee Ivy at 5’8” and 185 lbs. is an imposing man not because of his height but because of barrel chest and muscular build. He has light caramel colored skin, a shaved head, goatee, and the type of body that you could easily picture in a music video running on a treadmill or doing sit ups to fifty cent music. While you may not respect the hours he put in at the gym or his stern attitude you will respect the badge or have a 9mm chunk of lead in your skull.
Born June 7, age 36, Robert was the child of Maria and Jack Ivy. Robert had a childhood that at least on the surface most kids would envy. Maria was a stay at home mother and while not the model or trophy wife everyone pictures in their minds when they think of quiet suburbia she was a kind hearted woman of Latino and Black descent. It was said by the neighborhood kids that she was Black when talking to you and Latino when she was pissed. Jack while being really only a sixteenth Scottish claimed that he was full blood. Jack was a veteran or the US armed forces airplane mechanic but as he is quick to tell you he didn’t just spend his time fixing planes he saw some action even earned a medal that for all of Roberts’s childhood it hung above the fire place. After his term in the military he got a job as an airplane mechanic for a little airport an hours drive from home. Both his mother and father were devout Catholics which meant they wouldn’t divorce and after 5 years of marriage they hated one another, Robert was conceived at a time when they thought the child might rekindle their love. Each parent loved Robert with all their heart but they could never rekindle the love for each other. So Roberts’s childhood was filled with evening where he went to football practice where his father was the assistant coach came home to a nice home cooked meal and cried himself to sleep to the sound track of his parent screaming at each other. Well not the best football player he had high hopes of being able to play college ball until his senior year where he blew out his knee and had to sit a season on the bench.
Though not the first choice for his son, Jack was proud to have him join the police academy and though not the top of his class he pulled high enough marks to make it into S.W.A.T. he served as a police sniper for a five years before transferring to become a detective. He wanted to do some real good not just put down trash when the police couldn’t handle it but stop crime before it happened. He was never an amazing detective he isn’t the one that the mayor gives medals too. Other than his marksmanship which is legendary in the precinct he has had a career of second places though he still felt he was making a difference on the streets. Though as time dragged on he began to notice more and more he was putting away the same criminals time and again they serve six months and are back on the street. Even when putting away big timers they would just make bail or some 'c**k sucking dyke' of an attorney like Malika Al-kohen puts them back on the street with in a few hours. Even if a big guy stays in bars someone else takes over. He finds himself busting the same drug ring … different faces. More and more the badge became less about serving and protecting and more about money and power. The badge that he once felt was a shining symbol of inescapable justice he is beginning to see it for what it is … a ******** pass.
“Justifiable homicide in the line of duty … is it really that different from murder?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 10:54 pm
Dray-ven Dole-orn-us
Draven Dolorinus; a somewhat imposing figure, standing a tall six foot two and weighing in somewhere over two-hundred pounds. Draven looks at least a handful of years older than he appears, his acid green eyes sunken in; clouded with an inner pain. A few scars decorate his once smooth skin, some ragged and still red hot as if angered. One such scar runs a line almost an inch wide down the left side of his face, turning to follow the jaw line and ceasing before his lips. His face, other than the scarred area is covered with a perpetual stubble, which does well to hide his sunken cheeks. Long black hair shadows most of Draven's face, however occasionally it's tightly pulled back into a tail that hangs low down his broad back.
Draven dresses himself in plain clothing, as to avoid the eyes of the curious. A well worn leather jacket thrown over what once must've been a white muscle shirt, it's crisp colour marred with years of sweat and use. A pair of faded black jeans are accompanied by scuffed black books of the 'biker' variety.
If you were to look at Draven, in only his undergarments, there are a few distinguishing features, such as a pair of scars running parralel down his back starting at the shoulder blades. The scars run past the waist line and continue to mid thigh, whatever gave the scar, must've hurt.
Another scar is on his throat, as if it had been slit at one time and miraculously the man had survived. A few circular scars, seeming to be from gunshot wounds decorate his body.
Draven's life began humble, his mother working at a local retail store. While his father worked a mill job making more than decent pay. He grew up like most other children, learning the ways of life mostly by hard knocks. This changed however at the age of ten, when his father's mill had closed down. His father, who we will call Mathew, was unable to find another job in the town. It's work being gobbled up by the younger mill workers. Mathew had no choice but to turn towards crime. It wasn't the life he had wanted for his child, but it was either that or they become homeless.
It didn't take long for Mathew to get in with the local mob, a rough sort. None to friendly either. Mathew was an enforcer for at least three years, making Draven thirteen when it happened. Mathew was told to 'enforce' the mobs laws outside it's boundaries and sadly was killed for it. They received a severed hand in the mail one afternoon, with his stylized wedding band still attacked to the ring finger.
Amy, Draven's mother was thrown to the streets and used as a hooker to keep their place within the mob. Her story is sad, but unimportant.
Draven, being still young at the time was targeted by the mob and trained to their deeds. He was forced to kill a man at the age of fourteen for reasons he would never understand. Every time Draven tried to resist the mob, they'd beat his mother. It was a pathetic life, Draven was finally at the age of sixteen inducted into a higher rank of the mob; earning his mother a final respite from the pain she had suffered over the years, sadly she was supposedly pronounced dead while Draven was off on a mission. He was crushed, his mother had been his reason for life up until then.
No longer having a hold over him, Draven fled the mob and bounced around from city to city. Living on the streets and feeding from the garbage or whatever shelter would take him. At the age of seventeen after a full and wretched year of wandering Draven found a steady job and was able to rent a small one bedroom apartment for himself. Life was finally turning up, Draven met a girl, Clair while at work one day.
It was like throwing gasoline on a fire, they're love exploded. They seemed perfect for each-other, it wasn't long before Clair got permission from her parents to move in with him and begin a life. They lived there for a full year. Everyday made Draven's heart sing, these were the best days of his life until this point.
However, as well all know; happiness doesn't last forever. Shortly after Clair's eighteenth birthday, the mob who had been searching for Draven during these years broken into his apartment. Five men were sent when Draven was at work, Clair was alone at the time and certainly no match for the brutes that proceeded to molest and savagely beat her.
That same evening Draven returned from his job, they were waiting for him. The thugs made one mistake however, they let him find Clair first. Fueled by an incomprehensible rage he struck out at his attackers. All the years of training coming back in one massive flood of emotions. After he came back to his senses, the men lay still, dead for more than a hour.
The sadness did not stop there however. Draven lifted himself from the floor in the kitchen and moved into the bathroom, avoiding the living room and Clair's corpse. While washing his hands of blood, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was a pregnancy test; it read positive. Clair died pregnant.
Draven cried the whole night, and disappeared the next day. Leaving no message for Clair's parents or his employer. Draven was cleared of any charges that had been placed on him shortly after a police investigation started.
Burying himself in something to forget the pain of his past, Draven attended school. Finishing his grade twelve and moving on to an university. There he studied engineering, but dropped out shortly after.. Draven, at age twenty joined the army. Almost instantly, he was enrolled in the marines scout sniper program.
Draven obeyed for three and a half years, until he was discharged from the army and sent to get medical help for his ghosts. Of course, Draven never bothered to listen and wandered off eventually running into the butterfly mafia.
He and a military buddy, Daren had spent time there enjoying themselves. Draven, had actually fallen for the leader, Kyrin.
Although he was separated from the mafia for unexplained reasons, Draven did all he could to get back together with them.
During the months of separation, Draven took a short course on psychology and sociology. To better equip himself with ways to interact with Kyrin.
Draven is now Twenty-four years old.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 9:34 pm
 Dr. Krisnati Djogdja ( Crease-nah-tee Yo-jah)
Dr. Krisnati "Krisna" Djogdja is a 34 year old resident underground surgeon for the mafia.
Her specialty involves one of the most complicated types of surgery: organ transplanting. Such a skill is valued in her home region of south asia and Indonesia, where illegal organ and human trafficking is commonplace. When younger, she was once a woman of morals, going against the government of impoverished countries like India, Thailand, China, ect. and doing surgeries for those who needed it at a lower price. But her road to hell was paved with good intentions, and soon her profession showed all of the corruption and madness that humanity was capable of. In a vague turn of events, she lost faith in the people she wanted to help, and stopped caring about her "cause".The gods had abandoned their followers, leaving them to the claws of greedy, reckless human beings.
The years changed Krisna, leaving her slightly apathetic to the fates of her clients, as long as her own job was performed properly. She spent a lot of time in south Asia transplanting and even "stealing" organs from people as long as she was paid for it. Humans were no longer something to give love to; They were animals, just like dogs and lab rats. By nature humans were cruel, but the way their minds and bodies worked was still fascinating to Krisna.
Through many contacts in the black market, she spent a very short while in America due to high demand and pay, although was disappointed with their tight regulations. This was how she came upon mafia employment and integrated into Jaydn's personnel.
Krisna is a shrewd woman, very loud and open about her opinions, considering she is too valuable for anyone to reprimand her for it. She often says and does things as a social experiment, to see how people will react to her behavior.As much as Krisna admits to despising people, she still finds their interactions interesting. A trademark of hers within the underground medical field is her use of obsidian scalpels, with their clean precision cuts that fit her extreme standards. Along with her unusual medical techniques, Krisna is also partial to Ayurveda; a system of traditional medicine native to India, practiced as a form of alternative medicine intertwined with mythology and religion. She stands by medication, but still believes that a person needs to overcome any illness with their own sense of motivation as well.
She was born May 17th, a Taurus;(Vrishabha), but anything else about her past is kept very vague and unclear. She likes to use the excuse of "I knew a person who..." to share information that might usually be thought of as suspicious. Any other questions about her are usually responded to with outrageous lies. Although a surgeon, she still uses her skills within Jaydn's crew as an overall doctor, sticking around for the high salary, but still taking off at times for different jobs when she has time off. Although content in her department, albeit tormenting the surrounding people, there seems to be some sort of other motive for Krisna's position there.
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