[center][h1]Charlie Portwing | Sometime Last Year | Somewhere East [/h1][/center]

The sound of soft crashing waves was quickly drown out by the sound of laughter end enjoyment. The sun beamed down on the citizens of the beach, the wind was slightly breezing off the water, causing a slight cool air to be sitting around the beach. But far off the beach was an old rundown house, a local legend about ghosts caused people to be scares off of it. Inside the house was different, very different from the outside world. Inside the small framed house was a whole other world. The inside of the house was almost three times the actual house. The inside was home to the very scum of the earth, assassins, crooks, thieves, you name it, and they were here. It was a bar of sorts, it had beer and music. The door swung open fast and the glowing of the sun entered the dark room, it was quickly killed off as the door was shut. Some people quieted down as the two men walked in, at least people thought they were man. Both of the figures wore masks, one black and another white with an off putting smile. Whispers began to circulate the bar, until one guy got up blocked their path. As quick as the man got up, was as quick as he fell in agonizing pain, holding his head. No one knew what was happening, but the man with the white mask had his hand dangling over the man body, whatever was happening, he was doing. He twisted his hand, the man stopped screaming, he stopped moving, he had in fact, cease to exist. This wasn’t an uncommon sight in this bar, people dying here, but for someone to do it so easy was the disturbing part. The man with the black mask stepped forward, clearly having the room’s attention, [color=2f4f4f]“Charlie… Portwing.”[/color] Suddenly the sea of people parted, leaving a direct line from the masked man to a dark, out of light table. The person sitting at the table stood, her long silverfish white hair ran down to her shoulders, her face showed no sign of a smile. [color=E6E6FA]”I am the one you are in search for. Who are you and what is your aim?”[/color] Her blunt words cut straight to the point. The man took a step closer and Charlie’s hand shot to her sword at her hip, stopping the man from moving. [color=2f4f4f]”We’d like to hire you for a job, a simple retrieving mission.”[/color] Her hand remained its place. Her eyes still narrowed and her body showed no signs of wavering. [color=E6E6F1]”I said, Who… Are… You?”[/color] The woman looked to her right, slightly nodding to a man before turning her attention back to the masked figures. The man she ushered to charge him, sending him to his death as the masked figure’s body was consumed in an ethereal body shield, crushing the attacker into oblivion. Again, no reaction from the crowd, however Charlie was no worried. [color=2f4f4f]”My name is not important, actually, both our names are not important. But if it means so much to you, my name, is Azazel.”[/color] Charlie lost her stance, she relaxed now. She slowly walked towards him until she was in arms reach. She was shorter then him, but she never lost her sight of the man’s feint eyes. She held out her hand in a handshaking manner, [color=E6E6FA]”No one will be killed by me. Give me the details.”[/color]