Name: Ariel Eaton

Nickname: "Mimic"

Age: 16

School Year: first

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Nationality: Australia but grew up around Asia

Personality: Ariel can be at times straight to the point, harsh in his words but will tell you how he sees it. He rarely cares for chit chat and prefers to just get whatever task he has done. But if you get to know him for real, you know that he has many stories to tell and he cares for his comrades and cannot tolerate betrayal.

Ariel is very intelligent and can often learn a lot about someone before they even speak. A job can never be half done and no one shall get left behind. He also has the need to prove himself to everyone, rarely getting noticed as a child may have been the cause.

Bio: Being the genius that he is, Ariel has picked up a very useful skill of reading a person, copying their every move, giving him is nickname, Mimic. Ariel has never told anyone of his past and 'prefers' to keep it that way, being betrayed as a child has taught hi mthe harsh realities of life.

Weapon:



Equipment: Multi Use Eye Lens (Night vision, thermal, sonar, etc). Ear Piece, Posin Darts.

Skills: Amazing up close sword and hand play, able to read ones movements and mimic them exactly, no known truth serum are effective.

Abilities: (These are akin to "superpowers" or "magic". Must be related to family Clan or name. We will also only be accepting an extreme minimum of characters with abilities, no more than 3. First come, first serve.)

Name: Turner William-Smith

Nickname: "The Gentleman."

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Nationality: English

Personality: As his title suggests, Turner is a true gentleman. A chivalrous knight with a very different type of job, Turner is polite, refined and listens to everyone he can help. Turner has lived by a gentleman's code, which is even more evident by his British background, which really enforces the stereotype that comes with being a self-proclaimed gentleman. However, he is also really humble. He doesn't pretend to be better than everyone else or act high and mighty. Some gentleman turn their nose at those they deem below them, Turner places everyone he respects on a podium for him to aspire to.

If you befriend Turner, he is a selfless friend who you can definitely count on in any situation. He becomes very respectful, but as a child, he socialised with some... not so upper-class kid his parents would approve of. If you find him in his spare time, he is very casual... almost with a common tone, and wearing a black shirt, black and white checkered tie and a pair of jeans, listening to garage music from London. There's him on the job, then there's him when he just wants to be... normal.

Bio: Turner was given his job as a birth right. He was born into an emerging line of family assassins, however none have been to Riddle Academy. Turner was taught how to shoot a gun at 8, and swordplay at 7. Socialising with parents was learning mannerisms with his mother of how to be a fine gentleman and fencing with his father all in their high-rise apartment in the centre of London, which Turner did not hate at all. He saw this as normal as a child, before he slowly learnt and accepted his training.

However, in his free time where he didn't need the permission of his family, Turner ventured off with his friends which thought his dad was an accountant and his mother was a business woman. He would play football (or soccer to you Americans) and climb crummy buildings and see who could get to the top the quickest, which of course Turner did till he realised they never had a chance. (That's when he started to let his best friend win.)

With the initial training from his family being complete, he decided to further study at Riddle Academy. Turner will ensure every possible route is taken to become the perfect killer.

However, each assassin in their family have to be known for something. Something they are allowed no outside help to learn. Turner chose the art of interrogation. Whether it was holding a guard and immediately squeezing information out of them, or capturing and interrogating a HVT. This was the final test Turner undertook to be a Smith Assassin. Evidence- It took him ten minutes to break his own Father in a mock-scenario.

Weapon:

Gentleman's sword- Inside his cane, Turner can pull out a rapier-blade which is hidden inside the cane.

Silenced semi-automatic Glock 17 kept a hidden holster underneath his waistcoat.

Equipment: "Hack n' Go" Pocket watch- A normal pocket watch made by his butler (who was also the inventor of the William-Smith household.) which, if flipped open, turns into a portable hacking device which was given to Turner AFTER being run through a test to break a Government firewall. The result was obviously successful, but with the permission of the government. A soldier cannot be a soldier without his country.

Skills: Turner is a fine swordsman, a top interrogator, and all the other necessary skills to become a good enough assassin to actually go to Riddle Academy.

Name: Safira Ferrera

Nickname: Chimera

Age: 17

School Year: First

Gender: Female

Nationality: Immigrated from Portugal

Personality:
Safira could be compared to a wolf, silently stalking it’s prey for great distances and amounts of time, waiting for the perfect opportunity. She only speaks when spoken to, or when she absolutely must. Otherwise, she could melt into any crowd without a trace, which she has done on more than one occasion to escape.

When one actually does meet her and talk her up however, she is calm, polite and certainly does not resemble an assassin when out of her working gear. Safira speaks in a quiet voice and is very patient, as such she is very hard to piss off. Before one should even think to piss her off however, they would be wise to be mindful of how fast she is with a blade. ;)

Bio:
Safira was born into a rough life of poverty and her family was in and out of shelters, often living on the streets. Because of this, she learned how to defend herself very quickly, along with how to get around quietly and steal food from the local vendors so that her and her family could eat. Safira often went many nights without eating, both because she couldn’t find any, and she was conditioning herself to run off bare minimum nutrition so that she could feed the rest of her family more.

At the age of twelve, she was kidnapped with the intention of selling her off for ransom. However after realising no one would ever pay up for her life, they wanted to kill her. It wasn’t long before they realised she had potential after she knocked out one of the guards, and she was employed into a Portuguese gang, serving mostly as a lookout at first.

After realising she had potential as a fighter, they brought her to the higher-ups of the gang and she was trained by some of the best fighters in the country, both in armed and unarmed combat, with guns and blades. She became one the gang’s more valuable fighter and ended up earning them a decent amount of money.

Because she was still under age and that she had never been caught, her criminal record was clean and she ended up immigrating to America with the rest of her family. There, she learned even more skills as breaking into shops in town was much more difficult than in the slums of Portugal. Safira was put into a public school for two years before a lookout from Riddle Academy contacted her family, offering free education for her special skill set. Now, she’s in her first year at the academy, training with the rest of the students.

Weapon:
Twin throwing knives, strapped on top of each other on her right wrist. Can be deployed one by one with a quick flick of her wrist. Secondary use as a standard knife for hand to hand combat.

Normally for use in dire situations with multiple opponents, she keeps a combat sword mounted in a sheath on her left hip. It is light and razor sharp, more for slicing than for stabbing.

Equipment:
- Military grade smoke and flash grenades, origin unknown (2x each)
- Leather arm bracers (bottom ones), each sporting a metal plate inside for blocking blades
- Light plate carrier with a plate rated to stop up to 5.56x45mm fired from a full length AR-15 (Front plate
only, rear is fitted with a kevlar lining rated to stop 9mm)
- A small pouch of fake, black dyed roses. Her calling card.

Skills:
- Trained in most mainstream martial arts, up to a black belt level, armed and unarmed.
- Stealth training
- Deadly accurate with throwing knives
- Trained in the use of swords, some small arms training
- Because of breathing exercises and extremely hardcore cardio workouts, her heart-rate drops very quickly
after exerting herself, and she can hold her breath for a good two minutes.
- Can speak both English and Portuguese fluently.

Abilities: N/A

Other:
She has a mark burnt into the back of her neck, a symbol of the gang she had been in back in Portugal. She often covers it with her hair or by wearing a collared jacket, however it can be seen with enough effort on most days.

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** A folder with “TOP SECRET” written on it lays on the Director’s desk for approval **



Subject #00451

Name: Maven Leigh

Nickname: Nephthys

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Female

Nationality: Unknown

Appearance: Blonde hair, pale skin. Stands at about 5’7” and very muscular, yet lean. Most notable features are the mask that is attached to her face via bolts drilled into pilot holes in the side of her jaw. This mask has tubes running down behind her neck, then inside of it to her lungs. Smaller lines run from the mask to a metal implant in her left wrist where the cartridges are inserted to provide her with Cyanothane, the gas she breathes. On her other wrist is a smaller implant that resembles an IV line from a hospital. It serves as the delivery method for the nutrients into her system, via syringe.

Underneath her clothing, one would notice that her patient info is tattooed onto the insides of both wrists in the following format with a bar-code underneath:

Subject #00451 Sex: F DoB: 08/01/1999
Alias: Leigh, Maven Serum(s) Used: X-99, X-104, X-145

Personality:
The subject demonstrates no effort to communicate with people other than simple hand and head motions. There are no records of her making any audible verbal communications or sounds. The subject seems to be highly aware of its surroundings and while she seems to be weary of people, she has approached us in the past with a blank look on her face.

The subject is rather violent when provoked, it may be a side effect of the new serum that she has been given. Subject is normally emotionless, though occasionally will seem to be sad. Speaking to the subject has been useless, though it should be noted that aggressive speech seems to put her on edge and she seems to understand speech in many languages. The subject seems to learn very quickly.

Bio:

Experiment Progress Log, Doctor Cavanaugh

- Day One: We received a new subject today, fresh from the orphanage in [The location is covered in black ink] . She looks a bit weak for the process but the boss says we’re to go through with it anyways. We’re starting off with a weak serum containing a diluted mixture of our two previous successful serums. I don’t expect much from her. She’s weak and sickly like the others that failed. We’ll see.

- Day Seven: The subject is looking stronger now that she’s eaten and taken a few doses of the serum. She’s up and walking, though has yet to say anything. I hope she stays this way, we’re almost at the point where most of the others have failed.

- Day Fourteen: After the last dose of serum she seems to have failed the test. It was only minutes after the last serum that she began to react violently, we had to gas the room to get rid of her before she killed another technician. It seems we’ll have to find another, stronger candidate. It’s sad really, her body still twitches every once and awhile. We’re monitoring her brain activity until she finally passes on. Right now, her eyes are still wide open and it almost looks as if she’s still breathing.

- Day Nineteen: By some miracle the subject survived, though she seems to suffocate when breathing in air. Constant gassing of the room is required to keep her functional. We’ve begun doing tests again as it seems her lungs adapted to breathing in the gas. Her eyes bother me though. They aren’t normal, rather a deep black with yellow pupils, as if the gas had some odd effect on them. Subject seems to still be a bit sluggish and drowsy.

- Day Twenty-Five: The subject is now back at full function as she was before, only she seems stronger.
I don’t know what I was expecting as a clue of success, but this seems to have been it. Our engineers are working on a breathing device for her so we can stop wasting so much of the gas to keep her alive, and so we can move her if necessary.

Upon closer examination the subject’s veins seem to run a black/green color, though her muscles are larger and more refined as expected. We’re going to be giving her a stronger serum next week. I have nothing but high expectations for her.

- Day Forty: Something went wrong. The subject just stands there and stares at us now and our technicians refuse to enter the room. She looks….almost sad. Her skin is pale but she is strong and capable still. After some evaluation, she seems to respond to and understand speech, though only with hand and head motions. She still has yet to speak.

On a different note, the breather we provided seems to work flawlessly as she can survive without the constant pumping of gas. Our technicians can now enter without fear of leaks in their suits.

- Day Four Hundred-Five: Subject is volatile and highly dangerous. She has taken control of the Prophets and killed the previous leader for what he did to her. She keeps me close as I seem to be the only person she trusts. She kills anyone that rises against her with fascinating ease.

** All further notes are missing **

** A background form lays underneath the lab records **

Maven is the head of a massive criminal organisation known as the Prophets. They are known for her creation and the biological experiments they perform on people, often painful and lethal. It is recommended that she be kept away from anyone not part of the organisation.

Weapons:
She is armed with an FNX-45 pistol chambered in .45 ACP rounds. She keeps a suppressor for it hidden away for instances where total stealth is required. Alongside her pistol she carries a collapsible compound bow with arrows made of carbon fibre. They are extremely light and travel at speeds that come close to rivalling a bullet, tipped with a neurotoxin designed to stop the heart in a minute flat.
Alongside her pistol she carries a Baretta CX-4 rifle chambered in 9mm with a 4x optic mounted on top of it.

Equipment:
Many syringes containing nutrients, Maven is incapable of digesting food.
Various cylinders (same size as a 12g CO2 canister) of gas to refill her breathing reservoir.
Her custom breathing mask adorned with a jawbone of unknown origin
Five magazines for her sidearm, in a pouch strapped to her hip, out of sight.

Skills:
Trained to be deadly accurate with both a bow and a pistol.
Can see quite clearly underwater and can remain under until her reservoir is depleted. Cylinders usually last about 48 hours each.
She sees in negative colors only, which can be taken as a skill and a weakness.
Trained in hand to hand combat and is exceptionally strong for her size.
After just over a year of pain and suffering, she has an extremely high pain tolerance.
Can understand English, French, Spanish, Mandarin, Cantonese and Japanese.

Abilities: N/A

Other:
She breathes a chemical unknown to most of the world other than the Prophets, synthesized from Hydrogen Cyanide and Methane. A briefcase of cylinders is delivered to her monthly or upon her request and she always has an extra briefcase worth of them in her dorm, hidden and locked away.

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62X_tFLKMYs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lqrGbRtL8M

Name: Natalie Snow

Nickname: Snow

Age: 15

School Year: 1st

Gender: Female

Appearance: She's 5'4, since picture alone cannot explain height.

Nationality: USA.

Personality: Calm and collected, yet generally care-free and upbeat as well. She is also fairly shy around new people but tends to warm up to you pretty quickly, that is unless you're a complete jerk.

Bio: Natalie was pretty much a normal girl growing up, she had nice friends, a good house, and parents that loved her. Her parents must've been involved in something shadier that Natalie wasn't aware of, because when she came home from school one day they were dead with a note stuck to a table with a knife that simply read 'Leave town, or you're next.'

She was both angry and scared, she immediately took up the notes advice and fled the state. She rented out a small apartment to live in after faking her credentials. Eventually she was invited to join Riddle Academy. She cautiously accepted, seeing it as a way to be able to get revenge against her parents killers.

Weapons: Natalie prefers to dual wield two six inch daggers.

Equipment: Natalie has a claw used to grapple up buildings and the like as well as a blackjack to render people un-concious.

Skills: Natalie isn't so much strong as she is fast and nimble, probably moreso than most people. Given the tragic events of her recent past, she is generally un-fazed by most things.