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PRE-DETERMINED CHARACTERS:
For these characters, one does still need to fill out a profile skeleton. The characters have not been brought into detail yet. Should you choose to bring these characters to life, that is your job. I will not use a name, for they do not have names. I will use the post number where they first appeared, starting from the first post of action.

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PROFILES:

Username: ThEndOfHeartache927
RP Name: Angela Donohue
RP Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientatioin: Straight
Apearance: Angela has loose, brown curls that fall just past her shoulders. Her skin is a touch paler than what is "standard." She tends to wear high-end clothes and pleather (she does not believe in wearing animals). Her eyes are a dazzling shade of grey-blue. She is thin, but not too skinny. She is five foot seven, but tends to wear shoes that make her look taller. She has a small nose, but it does not make her face look disproportionate. Her cheekbones are a little more prominent than what is standard, but not to the point where the skin is pulled tight over them. Her lips are full, forever coated with lip gloss - however, she does not wear lipstick.
Personality: Angela is slightly superficial and shallow. She only wears clothes that are pricey and of good quality. Her favorite jacket and boots are pleather because she does not believe in animal cruelty - so, needless to say, she is also a vegitarian. Angela can be very whiny, and over dramatic. She also tends to make mountains out of molehills, which makes everything worse. However, underneath everything, she has a very good heart, and does not wish to intentionally hurt anyone.
Bio: Angela is a freshman at the California Institute of the Arts - an aspiring actress. When she got the call from her mother telling her her father had a heart attack, she flew cross country right away. Upon arriving in her hometown of Daemon, Maryland, a feud between Angela and her brother, Jonas, was rekindled. Angela left home for her best friend since middle school, Leon Storms - a gay man of eighteen that lives with his grandfather, sunken far down into senility. Several days after her father's funeral, Angela was brought into the Agency by her mother, where she spoke with the Head of Operations and -unintentionally- signed up for her father's mission.
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Username: Drakona5
RP Name: John Wiggin
RP Age: 24
Gender: M
Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Tan with black, short cut hair that hangs slightly over his eyes. Has a muscular fram built for hand to hand combat but has an extremely large scar on his belly from a knife wound. He usually wears black and camo shirts with a bullet proof vest underneath at all times. Black cargo pants and army boots. Plus the dog tags and a platinum ring on his middle finger with a saphire inlay in the shape of a cross.
Personality: Remains calm in all situations which is what made him such a great leader when leading squads. He has a one track mind and never loses sight of the goals he must achieve. Though he has a more humoress side when it comes to the actually fighting and dealing with the head of operations.
Bio: When John went to military school he was top of his class in all areas. He excelled in all training operations and could not be beat in hand to hand. When he graduated the IHHA took a interest in him and decided to recruit him. During his first two years with the IHHA he carried out smaller operations covering the squads backs. When he first got to organize an operation well, lets just say things went wrong. Nearly all of his sqad was killed and he was knifed in the belly. He barely survived this encounter but the moment he went back into the field he never failed in another operation. His weapons of choice include an MK 23, MOD 0 or SOCOM pistol, mini uzi's, and any kind of explosive he can use to blow up a building and or car.
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Username: Kryptonite120
RP Name: Sasha Nabrinski
RP Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi
Appearance:
Personality: laid back, very sexual, calm,
Bio: grew up with mom only, lost virginity at age 16, likes to talk about sex and tease people
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Username: meganargetlam
RP Name: Cerilynn Johnson
RP Age: 20
Gender: female
Orientation: bi
Appearance:
Personality: a bit of a annoying brat. She dislikes being pushed around and often disobeys orders, but usually puts things to rights afterwards. She is skilled in the use of biological and chemical weapons and always keeps a vial of her favorite illness (Small pox) around her neck for luck. She is also good with guns, but not as good as some of the other people in the organization.
Bio: Lynn grew up in a loving family. She was sick a lot and was homeschooled because she'd miss too many days of school otherwise. She became intelligent and spoiled and was brought into the organization through her uncle who was one of the top operatives. She goes to him for advice and he is her role model
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Username: Neptune Bride
RP Name: Elaina Haverson
RP Age: 22
Gender: female
Orientation: lesbian leaning bi
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet and artsy at times, Elaina is generally very friendly and sometimes rather flirty.
Bio: Elaina was raised in a caring, if somewhat eccentric family. Her mother was an artist and her father was a musician. She was brought to the IHAA by her aunt

It never stopped raining. It was forever raining in Daemon. People believed it was a curse. I believed it was just bad geographical placement of a town. Most - if not all - storm systems passed over Daemon. It was just in the way. Always.
It sucked, sure. But it set the mood for just about every day I spent there - dreary and depressing. I was living with Leon, because I had gotten in a fight with my mother. All because of Jonas.
He was such a damn a** sometimes. Because of his and mine feuding, now my mother and I were in a fight.
I had told him about a year previous - out of anger at something stupid he'd done - that he was not good enough for his fiancee. so the legendary feud began.
And now I sat in Leon's room, in the seat against the window, looking out into the pouring rain that made the early morning look darker than it would have anywhere else in the world. The rain always made me think, and right now, I was thinking about what I'd gotten myself into.
The IHAA.
I had never even known it had existed up until yesterday, when my mother had dragged me to the Head of Operations at five thirty in the morning to force me into signing up for a mission.
Sounds messed up, I know.
But that's just how things work.
And now I didn't know if I was going to see my twentieth birthday.

(IHAA, deary razz )

"What are you thinking about?" Leon said. The suddenness of his question made me jump, and I whipped around to see him sitting up, leaning against the headboard. I may not have feelings for him, but I must say, he is very attractive. At that point in time, as he sat against the head board, his chest was bare. The muscles looked hard under the smooth skin. His arms were big, but not too big. He was very concerned about his physical appearance, so, like any other sane gay man would do, he went to the gym religiously. Of course, there's always the ulterior motive - picking up guys. Which he did quite often, and it was easy to see why. His nearly shoulderlength black hair had thin, hot pink streaks spaced throughout it, and it tended to glisten in any light. His face was perfectly sculpted, without a blemish in sight. His jaw was slightly chiseled, but not to the point where he looked like a sculpture. It was in that masculine, sexy way that most actor's jaws are.
He had the most gorgeous smile, too, and as I sat there, I got a peek at it. The right of his mouth was turned up at the corner in an inquisitive smile, and a dimple dotted his cheek.
It was a shame he was gay, because if he wasn't, I knew we would be all over each other.
He hugged his knees closer to him and tilted his head slightly. "Well? What are you thinking about?" he asked again.
"Just... stuff," I told him. "Jonas. Mom. Stuff."
He climed out of bed and sat next to me, wrapping his arm around me. I cuddled closer to him and buried my face in his chest. I couldn't stop the tears from coming.
"It's not supposed to be this hard," I said. "Just.. it's too much."
"I know," he said soothingly, stroking my hair. "I know, hun."

I sniffed and pulled out of Leon's embrace.
"I have to go," I told him.
He looked at me, a puzzled, surprised expression on his face. "Go where?"
"Home," I told him, walking to the door. "I need to talk to mom." Before he could say anything else, I was down the stairs pulling my shoes onto my feet. I heard Leon start down the stairs behind me, but before he could reach the bottom, I had my jacket on and was out the door.

Even though my mother and I had had a fight, she still managed to find a way to get me to the IHAA. Even though we were so royally pissed at each other, she still threw rocks at Leon's window until I woke up and dragged me to that... place.
And now, I was going back home, so I could go - alone.
I slipped in quietly - it was too early for her to be awake. I went around the staircase, into the kitchen, and did an about-face, yanking open the door that led down to the basement. Once down there, I turned abruptly to the left and stopped at the far wall. I touched a certain spot on the wall and that certain spot opened up to reveal a keypad, a fingerprint scanner, and a round, green bump with a small light in the middle. First was the fingerprint. I pressed my thumb down on the red light and it beeped after three seconds. I then punched in the code my mother had taught me, which was followed by two more beeps. Finally, I bent down and stretched my eye wide in front of the round, green bump. A light shot out at my eye. I flinched minutely, but I let the complicated technology scan my iris.
A doorway-sized portion of the wall slid open slowly, and i began down the metallic staircase within.
As I approached the bottom, I saw the teleporter flicker into life. I hate using the word teleporter, because it sounds so juvenile and science-fictiony. But that's, in esscence, what it was. The green hologram seemed to becon to me, and, without a second thought, I walked towards it.

"I.D.?" a man was saying next to me. I blinked and looked at him. He held out his hand, waiting.
"I.D.?" he said again.
s**t. I had forgotten it.
"Goddamnit," I breathed. "I forgot it. I'm Melissa and Bradford Donohue's daughter. Please let me through."
"I'm sorry, miss, you're going to have to prove that somehow," he said, withdrawing his hand and glaring at me.
"She's with me," I heard a male's voice say behind me. I whipped around to see a god.
"Excuse me?" the guard said to the man behind me. I couldn't stop staring at him. He was no older than twenty one, with indescribably beautiful features. His black hair fell over his left eye in that kind of "rocker" style that you see gorgeous guitarists with. The eye that was entirely visible was the most beautiful shade of brown I'd ever seen. It sparkled now, isn spite of the harsh, dim lighting of the parking garage we were in. His face was perfectly sculpted, and his arms rippled with muscles, the tight tee shirt he wore only accentuating them even more, making them more voluptious. His legs were long, jeans relatively tight, so one could see the muscles in those, too.
"I'm with him," I breathed. The guard gave both of us a puzzled look. "Yeah, we came here together, but I forgot my I.D." I made a show of slapping my forehead. Silly me.
"That's right," the man said. The guard continued to look suspiciously at me.
"Alright," he said finally. "Don't let it happen again."
I thanked him profusely and walked off, not wanting to be humilated in front of that... delicious.. man... again.

((Great, now I need someone to play this guy sweatdrop ))

((lol hey whatever floats your boat. you can have more than one character if you wish, but it's your job to manage them))

Unsure what to do in such a situation, I bowed my head respectively, and mumbled a low greeting that didn't sound like "Hello, sir," which it should have been. "I know you requested to see me later, but I grew impatient."
The head of operations - I knew him solely by the too-fake name "Mr. Doe" - let out a low, throaty noise, that I assumed to be a chuckle.
"It's quite alright, Ms. Donohue," he said, gesturing to the seats in front of us. I sat hurriedly - I didn't think my legs would last much longer under this pressure.
"Ms. Donohue," he addressed me, "you may remain while I speak with Mr. Wiggin here." He gestured to the very handsome man beside me, and I blushed without meaning to.
I managed a meek "Okay," and let my face vanish behind my curtain of brown curls.

Countless hours of work? What was going on? What were they talking about?
I had never been more lost in a conversation in my life. I did not like the way the man called Wiggin looked me over. It made me feel like a piece of meat a butcher was sizing up. It also made me feel like the thought I was weak. I was no weak little ditzy girl you saw with the big breasts that got killed off in the first thirty minutes of a bad 1980's slasher. I was Angela freaking Donohue, daughter of - still trying to get past the shock here - not one, but two secret agents. It had to be in my blood or something. I had to know what I was doing.
Mr. Doe led us through a new set of doors into an almost identical room, at the opposite end of which was a pull-down screen. On that end of the table sat a small projector. Mr. Doe walked down the length of the table and switched the projector on, picking up a small remote. On the screen flashed a brief logo, stating the company the projector was made by, and then the screen showed a picture of an older man, whose brown hair was greying on the sides. His face had the first hints of age, as did his dulling brown eyes. He had the beginnings of a doublechin, but did not look overweight.
"This is the man we believed ordered the assassination of your father, Angela," Mr. Doe said. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat with an audible clicke when he mentioned my father's death. I nodded weakly.
"We believe he is also the culprit behind a very important missing item."
The screen flashed again as his finger twitched on the remote. This new image was one of a piece of technology my brain could not possibly understand.
"This item is called the Source," Mr. Doe continued. "The IHAA created it, but this is only the prototype. However, for the purpose it supposed to serve, it works suprisingly well. In the wrong hands, the Source could cause every single item with electrical energy in this world to go out. I'm not just talking things that are plugged into your wall at home - I'm talking batteries, generators, everything electrical will fail if they figure out how to work this thing the wrong way."
"Then why did the IHAA make it?" I managed past the lump in my throat that was returning.
Mr. Doe's lips twitched. "We wanted to have the opposite affect. We wanted the Source to keep all energy running from one sole base - the location of which is, of course, top secret. If this were to be stowed in that place, all the electrical items in the world could run on the Source's energy for decades. Which would give us time to make up more, and start manufacturing them as alternative energy sources." His lips twitched again, as if he were hearing a joke inside his head. "Your mission should be painfully obvious, Mr. Wiggin, Ms. Donohue. Find who stole the Source. Get it back. Put a bullet in his brain. Walk out alive. Any questions?"