(S:ARG)-007: Night Lance [OOC]

[AmongHeroes]

IC

Dr. Arista Wallace walked slowly, assuring that she did not slip on the sealed concrete floor. The Level 4 suit she wore was fully encapsulating, and though the bottoms of the suit’s feet were lined with rubber traction strips, the awkward shape of the plastic could never be fully trusted. In her hands she held a sealed tray containing specimens of one of the most deadly pathogens known to man; Zaire ebolavirus, or more commonly, the Ebola Virus. It always struck Arista when she dealt with Level 4 pathogens that she was manipulating a virus capable of wiping millions of human souls off of the planet. Though the prospect of such a disaster was terrifying, she took solace in knowing that she was shrouded in the redundant security measures afforded by the Defense Science and Technology Laboratory. Nestled inconspicuously outside the city of Porton Down, England, the compound was like all Biosafety Level 4 facilities, virtually impregnable.

She reached the protective hood enclosure and set the tray of virus samples within it, sliding and locking the tray in place within the device. With the virus now fully enclosed she was able to remove her hazard suit, and she moved towards the decontamination area to begin stowing the suit. She made it halfway across the lab when she heard the explosion, muffled and distant. It was such an alien noise to her that she cocked her head within the suit slightly, her brain attempting to provide alternative explanations for the new stimuli. However when the second explosion rocked the laboratory, much closer and exponentially more violent, her mind could reach no other conclusion. She began to shuffle as quickly as the cumbersome suit would allow towards the decontamination area just as klaxons began to sound, accompanied by the bright staccato of red strobe lights. She again froze, this time just inside of the doorway to the automated decon showers. The lights were flashing red, not amber, and this meant that there had been no pathogen leak. It meant there were intruders. Her pulse skipped a beat at this realization and she shuffled fully into the decon shower, a string of curses accompanying her.

Her hand found the large red button that activated the decontamination sequence, and she pushed it. Immediately her suit was deluged by potent cleaning agents that cascaded from multiple shower heads. Through the frosted glass of the shower area she tried to look out into the lab to see if anyone had made it inside. She prayed that she would see the gray and black uniforms of the DSTL security personnel, but the lab remained empty for the moment. The shower heads ceased, their cleansing cycle complete, and Dr. Wallace began moving towards the “green” exit of the decontamination area. That is when she caught a glimpse of figures moving within the lab through the distorted glass walls. For a third time she froze, fear rippling up her spine. She could make out three separate figures, apparently all garbed in deep black, moving amongst the lab equipment.

Are they screwing with the Ebola containment hood? She thought with icy realization.

Given their location they must’ve been, and she looked about in a quiet panic, searching for a means to stop the intruders, but no solution availed her. Another sudden thought gripped her.

What if they see me?

She instinctively began to crouch, thoughtlessly trying to make herself less conspicuous. In the back of her mind she acknowledged that such a maneuver seemed utterly ridiculous; she was after all garbed in a bright orange biohazard suit.

The figures did not move towards her however, and after several minutes the trio evaporated out of the lab. Dr. Wallace waited, straining her ears for any sign of the figures return. Hearing none, she finally stood and flung open the door leading into the green area of the lab. A scream rose from her throat as she was greeted by a tall man dressed in obsidian fatigues and wearing the ugly mask of a full face respirator. His left arm was stretched out towards her, and in his gloved hand she could clearly make out the pistol that was aimed directly at her face. The man regarded her a moment, his gray eyes looking with calm curiosity down upon her. Without a word the man pulled the trigger. The small room filled with a resounding roar, and the once sterile walls became covered with blood and gore. With slow detachment the man lowered the weapon, and with one last glance into the laboratory, he vanished down the hallway.

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Mechanics and Rules:

• This RP is based within the James Bond universe.
• The intent of this RP is to end up with a complete 007 ‘novel’ of sorts when the SL is finished.
• Since this RP is to play out like a novel written from the perspectives of the player 00 Agents, players will have a vast amount of control within the world, and they are encouraged to add significant plot twists and events that can affect not only their own character, but other characters as well.
• Again since this RP is in the James Bond universe, players are encouraged to write with that theme in mind. For example the 007 series is full of unique and sometimes outlandish characters, from Jaws to Pussy Galore, and so keep that essence of fiction within your posts.
• Character creation should also be influenced by this essence. James Bond is not a super-human, but he most certainly is not a realistic individual. As a 00 Agent keep in mind that your characters should possess this same level of unrealistic ability and aptitude.
• Any player may utilize any of the recurring characters within the James Bond universe, except 007 himself.
• This RP will possess mature themes, however all RPG rules must of course be followed.

Character Sheets:

-Name:
-Age:
-00 Designation: i.e. 009, 003
-Appearance: I prefer pictures, but if you do not, a detailed description will work.
-Background: A short history of how your character came to be a 00 Agent.
-Psyche: An overview of your characters key mental workings.
-Likes:
-Dislikes:
-Skills:
-Disadvantages:
-Miscellaneous:

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Name: Callum King

Gender: Male

Age: 35

‘00’ Designation: 009

Appearance:

Background:

Callum King was born in Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire. The son of a lower middle class family, Callum grew up as a young boy with the full intention of following his father into the family trade as a hunting guide and game warden. Both his parents however recognized that Callum’s intelligence and quick wit were suited for more grand a calling then the King family could provide. Lacking funds to secure a place for Callum in a prestigious university, his father encouraged him to join the British Military, and use the opportunity provided by the government to attend school after his public service.

Six days after his eighteenth birthday, Callum enlisted with the British Royal Marines. It was obvious from the beginning of his military career that Callum was a gifted soldier and leader, and after graduation from his basic training he was sent directly to the Officer Training Program. As a Lieutenant in the 3rd Commando Brigade, Callum completed two tours of duty in Afghanistan, in which he served with exemplary skill. It was during his second tour that his mother became ill with a rare form of Leukemia, and she subsequently passed away just two days before Callum was to return to England. Following his mother’s funeral, Callum’s father committed suicide by firing a rifle round through his temple. Reeling from the sudden and violent loss of his family, the Secret Intelligence Service—who had been quietly watching Callum during his deployments—swooped in to recruit the lost soldier as an agent. Callum accepted, and he filled the void left by his parent’s death with his work, again performing exemplary as a member of MI6’s paramilitary service.

At the age of twenty-nine, Callum was selected as a candidate for ‘00’ status by M, and he completed his requirements by the age of thirty. He was assigned the designation of 009, and promoted to the military equivalent rank of Major. It is in this capacity that he currently carries out his duties in Her Majesty’s Secret Service.

Psyche:

Callum is an intelligent and fast thinking man, and despite his lack of a formal post-secondary education, he values the acquiring of knowledge and training highly. From his upbringing as the son of a professional hunter, Callum is patient and all together tenacious, and he pursues his goals with determination. If there is a disadvantage to his patience, it would manifest itself in the occasional act of hesitancy. This hesitation does not stem from a lack of courage, but a belief that a situation may develop further to favor Callum’s mission. Callum is also confident, generally soft-spoken, and very loyal. He is also unusually trusting for a professional spy, an attribute that has surprisingly not betrayed him thus far within his career.

Likes:

Callum enjoys the outdoors and being active. Hunting, fishing, and backpacking are all common hobbies. He is an avid reader of both fiction and non-fiction, history in particular is often at the top of his reading list. Coming from humble means, Callum appreciates luxury comforts, though he does not require them or pursue them with any great alacrity. He is also a fervent pursuer of women. Callum considers it a second form of hunting, and the more challenging a mark, the more he revels in the spoils.

Dislikes:

Callum has no love for the institution of marriage or other firm social contracts. He abhors pop music, hipster style, and those whom he finds lazy or unmotivated to carry out their responsibilities.

Skills:

Callum is an exemplary marksman with most forms of firearms. He possesses a strong innate prowess in hand-to-hand combat, and he is also a gifted precision driver. He is also very comfortable in harsh environments and survival situations. Along with English, he speaks Russian, French, and several forms of Arabic fluently.

Disadvantages:

Despite often being surrounded by technologically heavy devices, Callum is not well versed in how these devices work, though he is proficient at utilizing them. He possesses little to no knowledge of computer hacking and other covert electronic skills.

[Terminal]

-Callsign: Euripides
-Age: 31
-00 Designation: 004

Euripides stands at a little over 1.8 meters in height and weighs in at 68 kilograms. He has moderately long auburn hair which is usually kept neat and smooth, and is tied into a short braid below his neck - he prefers to keep his hair out of his forehead when possible. He has a sharp and angular face which has a pleasant sort of countenance to it - he is usually seen with an easy smile gracing his lips. He has a lean and somewhat stocky body structure, with some corded musculature. He has a somewhat 'dusky' complexion due to his mixed Romani heritage. His eyes are amber and generally low and relaxed.

Euripides was born a citizen of Israel and lived a rather unremarkable life, being drafted into the military at 18 and serving for three years, then voluntarily entering into permanent service for an additional three years and making the rank of master sergeant in that time. When he was 24, a convoy he was a part of ran across several IEDs, which wounded and killed several soldiers. Euripides was transported to a nearby field hospital where he was declared dead on arrival due to internal hemorrhaging, and his body was shipped to a morgue to be interred eight days later.

Three years later he was discovered, very much alive, in North-West Hungary. He had somehow transitioned from a decorated serviceman to a middleman of the black market human-trafficking industry, serving as a go-between organizer for a chain leading from Southern Asia and leading into Europe, where it diverged into several branches - one of which led to Britain. As part of a crackdown effort in conjunction with the Hungary Intelligence Agency, the SIS sent a 00 agent to apprehend Euripides for questioning and interrogation, with the ultimate goal of replacing him with a saboteur in order to undermine and subvert the trafficking industry.

This plan backfired almost immediately - The 00 agent sent to apprehend Euripides wound up chasing him across the city of Győr (particularly the rooftops of several urban areas) in an incident which caused over twenty million fortint in public property damage (an estimate of some hundred thousand USD) and made headline news locally for the next several days. Euripides ultimately evaded the 00 agent and reported in to his cohorts, informing the local trafficking network of the crackdown. His partners decided to cut their losses and attempted to kill him. This turned out to be a mistake.

Over the course of the next seventy-two hours, in a series of events which remain classified, Euripides and the 00 agent originally sent to apprehend him systematically dismantled the local human trafficking industry, resulting in several safehouses being raided, more than a dozen underworld dealers being killed, and two market ringleaders being captured and incarcerated in secure detention facilities. By that point, Euripides had unofficially defected to the SIS, and was granted amnesty for his prior crimes as a human trafficker given the work he did to expose and ultimately dismantle the black market network. Two months later he was officially instated as an agent, earning 00 status just under two years afterwards. As the newest 00 agent currently active, and given his sketchy past (including the three year interlude wherein he was supposedly dead, the details of which remain classified), a careful eye is being kept on him, and there is frequent talk of making him into a probationary agent rather than allowing him to retain 00 status.

Euripides maintains a relaxed and easy-going demeanor at most times, and has shown remarkable resistance to anxiety and stress while under duress. While not charismatic in the traditional sense, he has an air of reasonableness and a calm demeanor that makes him easy to like, or at least to listen to. He takes nothing personally and is an expert at maneuvering his way through negotiations and conversations to reach an advantageous position. While laid back, he is extremely pragmatic, and his friendly approach masks an unfettered mind - he doesn't mind fighting dirty, hurting or possibly even killing friends or close peers, torture or much of anything else. In short, his friendly mask hides the mind of a cool and collected killer. He does genuinely treat everyone he knows as a friend, but he also treats them as a business partner at the same time - he likes to mix his business and pleasure, so to speak. Euripides maintains a high level of overall efficacy at all times - his training and history has lent him a number of skillsets which allow him to act effortlessly most of the time. While this does make him very talented, he has a serious problem taking things seriously, and while it is hard to throw him out of his comfort zone, once done he becomes a wreck.

He enjoys crossword and Sudoku puzzles, as well as writing epigrams. He is a freerunning and parkour artist, and was severely disappointed to learn that Britain has banned both in several areas due to concern and duress it caused in the populace who witnessed either. He is a fervent player of Go, and is an expert (by no means a master) player. Although not particularly good at it, he has an interest in archery. He also enjoys fine cheeses and gourmet cuisine (and, strangely enough, has a ravenous lust for gourmet candy corn of all things). Finally, he reserves unadulterated glee for martial throw techniques and for using them on people, preferably at high altitudes.

He doesn't like people who are passive aggressive, and he isn't particularly fond of breaking promises he has made (though he will for the sake of an assignment). He hates showing up late and stuffy or overly formal dress - he will protest at length to anything fancier than a suit. He also dislikes alcohol, loose women the color yellow.

Skilled freerunner and parkour artist (suspected to have been cultivated during his four year long 'death'), and he is an expert at infiltration because of it. He has formal military training in CQC, and he has extensive training in Malasian Silat. He is also a decent knife-thrower, although he rarely if ever makes use of this skill - he claims that throwing knives are unreliable at the distances and speeds he often finds himself engaging opponents at. He has limited training in Judo, with his education in the art seemingly exclusive to several throws. In his own words, 'I like throwing people.' He has extensive military experience and is a fine shot, but he is no marksman.

Euripides will often underestimate opponents and situations, or fail to take threats with the seriousness they deserve - this only serves to make it easier to catch him offguard. When surprised and thrown outside of his comfort zone, Euripides can fall into a spiraling wreck of frustration that can distract him significantly and detracts from his abilities to a great extent. He also relies heavily on his personal maneuverability and martial training in fights to bring him victory - he is a decent shot, but his strength does not lie in firefights or shootouts. He will also, more often than not, kill or permanently disable targets if they cannot be negotiated with, and he will always prefer open negotiation to starting a fight, resulting in a lack of initiative in tense situations.

-Miscellaneous: Scarring from an old injury on his neck renders him incapable of fully turning his head to the right.

[AmongHeroes]

Thanks Terminal. I'm really liking Eurpides' back story. Once Celestial gets a CS up I'll post the IC.

[Celestial]

-Name: Olivia Palmer

-Age: 32

-00 Designation: 008

-Appearance:

-Background: Olivia was born in London where she received a comprehensive education through the funding of her parents. She excelled in her classes and consistently scored well amongst her peers. Other than her achievements in school, she had lived a relatively ordinary life. To the shock of her parents, she, without any previous implications, joined the British Police force after she graduated from Secondary School. This decision clashed with her parents wishes and resulted in a tense relationship through her years at the Academy.

As the remaining days of the Academy came to an end, Olivia, after several proceeding months, was given the status of Detective as she and her partner became involved with investigations pertaining to gangs, dealers, and other larger domestic disturbances that goes on through London proper. Though there were failures during her investigations at times, the number of successful busts based on information and evidence made Olivia a credit to the Criminal Investigation Department.

The reports of her success had reached all the way to MI6 as they extended her the nomination for candidacy for “00” status based on her espionage and investigation skills. To evaluate her competency for the rigors demanded from “00” agents, M had her put through the MI6 Field Agent Aptitude Testing, which was administered to all potential field agents; however, M decided to add a hint of extra pressure onto her.

Though the task was enormous, Olivia once again proved her merit as she passed with high remarks and was soon after wiped from the London Police records and was given the call-sign “008”.

-Psyche: Olivia keeps a very cool and business-like demeanor. She takes every shred of evidence into account while seeking information where ever it may lay. Patience is a luxury Olivia can ill-afford when she seeks to extract information during an interrogation.

When in huge gatherings, Olivia is adaptable to the many changes that are involved within social gatherings. Whatever personality is needed to get the job done, she’ll adapt and carry it out.

-Likes: Olivia enjoys the coastal parts of Britain. Whenever she’s available, she’ll try to make it to the coast and enjoy a weekend on the channel or ocean. On occasion, she’ll become entranced within a good fictional novel as she enjoys the intrigue and plot line. Olivia also enjoys sparring amongst her fellow agents as she also enjoys the challenge that her fellow offer her.

In her past time, she likes to stay current with global issues and events that happen throughout the world - especially with events occurring within Great Britain.

-Dislikes: She can’t stand soap operas and T.V. shows of today. It really bothers her as she sees them as a step in the wrong direction with regards to the simplicity of it all.

-Skills: Olivia excels in espionage and penetration into cells as she is able to gather information through surveillance and through interrogation by forceful or persuasive means. She’s also good within hand to hand while having adequate proficiency with fire arms.

-Disadvantages: Because of her being female, Olivia is more prone to be overpowered with straight up fighting and sticks with quick and submissive moves whenever possible. Given her emphasize in CQC and investigation traits, Olivia can operate a hand gun with much more proficiency than the normal field action but lacks with regards to some of the other 00 agents.

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Sorry this took so long to type up. I hope it's okay!

[AmongHeroes]

Thanks Celestial, your CS is great. Given that Thanksgiving is tomorrow in the US, I probably won't have the IC up until Friday or Saturday. Thanks again for your interest and hard work guys.

[AmongHeroes]

I got a PM from Dark Project today and he expressed interest in writing up a CS, so once he's ready to go I'll get the IC forged.

[Dark Project]

Hey guys. I'm gonna start on my CS tonight and will have it finished tomorrow. Can't wait to get started.

And Terminal, nice to see you're in on this too.

[Mercenary Lord]

See, I say I don't have time for RPs, and then I get the urge to join them. I might join, if I decided I have time. 0011, The Jack of all trades. get it, 11, a jack is an 11, get it

[Terminal]

See, I say I don't have time for RPs, and then I get the urge to join them. I might join, if I decided I have time. 0011, The Jack of all trades. get it, 11, a jack is an 11, get it

Actually, in a purely technical sense a Jack is a 10 - *SHOT*

[Dark Project]

Spoiler

Name: Leo O'Reilly

Age: 36

00 Designation: 0013

Appearance:

Background: Leo grew up in Dublin, Ireland. Failing out of high school at a young age, he joined the IRA at the age of 16 and began a career smuggling weapons and cigarettes into Northern Ireland. During his time with the IRA Leo took an interest in explosives and made a bit of illegal money making IED's for terrorist groups. After a few years Leo had fully demonstrated his expertise with explosives to the IRA and was offered a spot on their elite bomb squad. Having saved up a relatively large amount of money from bomb-making Leo took it upon himself to open up an unlicensed money-lending business in Dublin.

Leo was making good money for a number of years from both his work in the bomb squad and his illegal exploits in money-lending and bomb making. However, he also spent his money almost as fast as he earned it. Leo spent most of his time in bars, drinking with the friends he had made in the criminal underworld. At age 29, Leo's criminal activity finally caught up with him. He was arrested by a deep-cover agent who had captured him on tape drunkenly gloating about his bomb-making and money-lending. Leo was prosecuted and found guilty and began serving time at Her Majesty's Prison Maze. After serving 3 years Leo played a part in the murder of a known terrorist who was also serving time in the prison. Inmates loyal to the terrorist retaliated by pinning Leo down and kneecapping him with a power drill.

After 5 months in recovery for his knee injury Leo was approached by British Ministry of Defense in regards to his association with known terrorist groups. He was offered a pardon for his crimes and a plane ticket out of Dublin if he was willing to disclose information as to where these groups may be planning attacks and where to find them. O'Reilly took the offer one step further and assisted with the apprehension and defusal of bomb threats all over England upon his release. For the following 2 years O'Reilly worked for MI6, lending his expertise in explosives to help defuse bombs or create explosives for their agents.

Eventually Leo was selected for '00' status for his hard work and efforts to protect the country from terrorist attack. After completing his training, Leo was determined to put his criminal past behind and use his talents to protect the innocent, rather than be used as a tool to harm them.

Psyche: Leo is often seen as rude and reckless. He has little patience and prefers to take action rather than wait and take things slowly. Often putting himself at risk to complete his assignment. He tries to keep things professional when dealing within the Ministry, if only to keep himself from being stripped of his status. However he acts reckless and endangers himself because he cares for the lives he has sworn to protect, and under no circumstances does he ever put another person at risk when he has the option.

Likes: Leo enjoys his alcohol. Maybe a bit too much, even for an Irishman. He also enjoys other luxuries like fine cigars and fast cars. He feels the most comfortable and relaxed when in a loud pub with cheap booze and plenty of loud mouths looking for a fight.

Dislikes: O'Reilly hates people who play mind games and try to manipulate others.

Skills: Leo's primary skill is his expertise in explosives. He also has a good grasp around 'street smarts'. During his dealings with terrorists, he quickly learned how to act in dangerous situations. He knows when to act intimidating to impress a target, or when to show respect and play it cool.

Disadvantages: Leo is not an Academic by any means. Often finding himself BSing his way through conversations with intellectuals who use words he doesn't understand. He also tires easily due to a long addiction to cigarettes and cigars, being unable to engage in long on-foot chases.

Miscellaneous: Leo is missing his left ring finger after a bomb exploded while he was attempting to diffuse it.