@Angel Eyes
Good god woman, you don't say a guy from the North has an accent like a Southerner. It's blasphemy!
Good god woman, you don't say a guy from the North has an accent like a Southerner. It's blasphemy!
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@Angel Eyes
Good god woman, you don't say a guy from the North has an accent like a Southerner. It's blasphemy!
What can I say. I cross boundaries? LOL Besides, he could of just as easily acquired the accent before he moved south. haha In any case, I had no idea you were making a british guy too! COOL! I'm eager to see him! It'll be cool to see how our characters interact! R u almost done with him?
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I'm done...oh my god..I'M DONE IT's DONE!!!!
It's finally over!!
"What type of magic powers this device known as…”T.V”?"
- Holden (first day)
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Still going over it with a fine toothed grammar comb but that's not a huge factor for me right now!!
I'm done...oh my god..I'M DONE IT's DONE!!!!
It's finally over!!
Holden
"What type of magic powers this device known as…”T.V”?"
- Holden (first day)
Dossier
Name:
Holden
Alias:
N/A
Codename:
Smoke
Gender:
Male
Age:
21
Ethnicity:
Human,(part Japanese is unaware of any other heritage
Place of Origin:
???
Sexuality:
Homosexual(but doesn’t know it/ doesn’t care so pretty much Asexual)
Ability Profile
Skills of Note:
Hand To Hand Combat
This is Agent Holden’s greatest skill. He displays an advanced level of martial arts techniques not recognized by many at the school. If I had to place it, it seems like a strange mix of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Aikido, Taekwondo and Wing-Chun. Whatever it is, it was clearly beaten into him based off of footage taken from his time with The Hand.
He moves fluidly and completely on instinct like his body knows what’s happening before he does and his speed is incredible for a human being, taking down multiple enemies with his bare hands. Most peculiar is his knack for knowing where danger is like some kind of sixth sense even when it comes from behind him. It is as though always looking behind his back is second nature for him.
He is efficient and swift, capable of grappling someone twice his size to the ground or killing someone with a single strike to their nervous system. (A technique of The Hand that we were luckily not shown)
Acrobatics
Agent Holden is capable of achieving some pretty high level acrobatic feats, displaying great agility and balance but that’s to be expected from a ninja. While usually his agility is used to focus his martial skills and pull quick and deadly maneuvers, Agent Holden is adept at using both his flexibility and agility to get from one place to another. Whether on a rooftop or through a construction sight, Holden will be someone hard to shake off.
Stealth
Agent Holden, like most Hand ninjas is capable of moving without making a single sound and can hide his presence surprisingly well. He is fully capable of walking up behind a normal person and doing something...unpleasant before they ever knew what hit them. (How well this will work out on the other students here is something I wouldn’t mind seeing.)
This is Agent Holden’s greatest skill. He displays an advanced level of martial arts techniques not recognized by many at the school. If I had to place it, it seems like a strange mix of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Aikido, Taekwondo and Wing-Chun. Whatever it is, it was clearly beaten into him based off of footage taken from his time with The Hand.
He moves fluidly and completely on instinct like his body knows what’s happening before he does and his speed is incredible for a human being, taking down multiple enemies with his bare hands. Most peculiar is his knack for knowing where danger is like some kind of sixth sense even when it comes from behind him. It is as though always looking behind his back is second nature for him.
He is efficient and swift, capable of grappling someone twice his size to the ground or killing someone with a single strike to their nervous system. (A technique of The Hand that we were luckily not shown)
Acrobatics
Agent Holden is capable of achieving some pretty high level acrobatic feats, displaying great agility and balance but that’s to be expected from a ninja. While usually his agility is used to focus his martial skills and pull quick and deadly maneuvers, Agent Holden is adept at using both his flexibility and agility to get from one place to another. Whether on a rooftop or through a construction sight, Holden will be someone hard to shake off.
Stealth
Agent Holden, like most Hand ninjas is capable of moving without making a single sound and can hide his presence surprisingly well. He is fully capable of walking up behind a normal person and doing something...unpleasant before they ever knew what hit them. (How well this will work out on the other students here is something I wouldn’t mind seeing.)
Psychological Profile
Mental Evaluation:
Our interview with Mr. Holden was….brief, to say the least. While he displays excellent combat capabilities with an almost perfect sense of his surroundings, that seems to be as far as his knowledge on anything goes. He was easily confused by the workings of a television in the background and was unable to do anything on a computer leading me to believe that his previous care takers didn’t take the time to make him anything more than a killing machine.
He doesn’t say anything unless asked and didn’t have any questions about the situation he was in other than when he was going on his first mission. He doesn’t seem to care about anything other than going on missions and field work or really just doing what people ask him to. I can only think he was the most devoted of followers in his sect of The Hand and wonder what made him turn or if we can even trust him. He told me he spent his entire life training and almost dying and pushing past his limits, it must have been tough.
As for his mental state, while not knowing anything about the outside, he seems to quickly learn new things rather easily most likely part of that advanced awareness and adaptability mentioned earlier. Though, his learning rate is halted at people.
When it comes to emotions or anything that isn’t an object, he comes off as a bit of a dunce. He actually seemed genuinely shy when asked to talk to someone other than the instructor and when pressured, punched said instructor in the throat before disappearing into the shadows.
It took us a while to find him but we got it done.
It was actually astonishing to see the complete difference between the boy in front of me and the assassin I saw in the footage. The complete shift in body language, the cold sweat I saw as a student approached him and how he had to visibly keep himself from striking said student down, nothing like the cold and calculated killer I watched take down four armed guards.
This lack of innovation when faced with communication challenges means Holden is incapable of lying most likely why he’s almost undetectable when he’s hiding his presence. While his combat skills make up for his inability to lie or do anything else, really, I’m worried that this might impact his effectiveness in a team environment but we’ll see how that goes down the line.
He doesn’t say anything unless asked and didn’t have any questions about the situation he was in other than when he was going on his first mission. He doesn’t seem to care about anything other than going on missions and field work or really just doing what people ask him to. I can only think he was the most devoted of followers in his sect of The Hand and wonder what made him turn or if we can even trust him. He told me he spent his entire life training and almost dying and pushing past his limits, it must have been tough.
As for his mental state, while not knowing anything about the outside, he seems to quickly learn new things rather easily most likely part of that advanced awareness and adaptability mentioned earlier. Though, his learning rate is halted at people.
When it comes to emotions or anything that isn’t an object, he comes off as a bit of a dunce. He actually seemed genuinely shy when asked to talk to someone other than the instructor and when pressured, punched said instructor in the throat before disappearing into the shadows.
It took us a while to find him but we got it done.
It was actually astonishing to see the complete difference between the boy in front of me and the assassin I saw in the footage. The complete shift in body language, the cold sweat I saw as a student approached him and how he had to visibly keep himself from striking said student down, nothing like the cold and calculated killer I watched take down four armed guards.
This lack of innovation when faced with communication challenges means Holden is incapable of lying most likely why he’s almost undetectable when he’s hiding his presence. While his combat skills make up for his inability to lie or do anything else, really, I’m worried that this might impact his effectiveness in a team environment but we’ll see how that goes down the line.
Physical Evaluation:
Agent Holden is a Caucasian male standing roughly at 5’8, he has mid length messy black hair that he doesn’t pay very much attention to. It seems that whatever obstructions his hair style may cause to his vision doesn’t actually impede him in any way so he must be trained to fight without being able to see clearly.
Looking at him, Agent Holden’s entire body is meant for deception. One would think that with his lithe frame, he wouldn’t be able to do much of anything but do not be fooled. Underneath the long sleeves and baggy sweaters he dons are tight, lean and very toned muscle that allow him to release some good bursts of power when needed.
You’d never look at him twice if he were standing right next to you but that’s most likely the point.
On further inspection, Holden’s body is littered with numerous scars, it speaks of his skill how shallow some of them are many are bullet wounds. Agent Holden also displayed that he was double jointed, aiding his flexibility and acrobatics in the field.
Looking at him, Agent Holden’s entire body is meant for deception. One would think that with his lithe frame, he wouldn’t be able to do much of anything but do not be fooled. Underneath the long sleeves and baggy sweaters he dons are tight, lean and very toned muscle that allow him to release some good bursts of power when needed.
You’d never look at him twice if he were standing right next to you but that’s most likely the point.
On further inspection, Holden’s body is littered with numerous scars, it speaks of his skill how shallow some of them are many are bullet wounds. Agent Holden also displayed that he was double jointed, aiding his flexibility and acrobatics in the field.
Biography:
Holden was raised from birth to become a weapon for The Hand, he trained every day of his life in the martial arts and other such skills to better himself. His loyalty lied with his master who saved him when he was baby and left in a snowstorm.
Through his years of being alive, Holden began to realize that he had no passion for the Hand’s cause and just wasn’t into killing people. This left him empty and hollow, plus he constantly had weird dreams about faint lullabies and other strange shit that was really throwing him off. All of these memories get shaken loose when he encounters his first S.H.I.E.L.D agent whose appearance (mainly the eyes) makes him remember something he had long forgotten.
Eventually, the agent, after doing research on the guy that spared him, tracks Holden down and gives him some files, stating that he’s not that bad because he never killed anyone who got in his way, just the target. I mean, the killing is still not great but it showed that he would go the extra mile to spare someone and he only killed because it was the mission. The agent also shows Holden a picture of a necklace that makes the ninja flip out and run all the way back to the mountains to confront his master who reveals that he lied about Holden’s origins which is why Holden constantly felt uneasy.
Apparently, Holden was the master’s grandson and his mother was a hand ninja who defected to Kunlun, the mystical Chinese city of immortals. The master tracked her down and straight up murdered her before kidnapping baby Holden and taking him under his wing.
Holden isn’t pleased with this and decides that he can no longer be a ninja of The Hand, he flees the mountain and goes into hiding where he is finally found by the same S.H.I.E.L.D agent as before (the one with the eyes) who offers up a place for him at S.H.I.E.L.D academy so that he can figure out if he’s more than just a doll.
Through his years of being alive, Holden began to realize that he had no passion for the Hand’s cause and just wasn’t into killing people. This left him empty and hollow, plus he constantly had weird dreams about faint lullabies and other strange shit that was really throwing him off. All of these memories get shaken loose when he encounters his first S.H.I.E.L.D agent whose appearance (mainly the eyes) makes him remember something he had long forgotten.
Eventually, the agent, after doing research on the guy that spared him, tracks Holden down and gives him some files, stating that he’s not that bad because he never killed anyone who got in his way, just the target. I mean, the killing is still not great but it showed that he would go the extra mile to spare someone and he only killed because it was the mission. The agent also shows Holden a picture of a necklace that makes the ninja flip out and run all the way back to the mountains to confront his master who reveals that he lied about Holden’s origins which is why Holden constantly felt uneasy.
Apparently, Holden was the master’s grandson and his mother was a hand ninja who defected to Kunlun, the mystical Chinese city of immortals. The master tracked her down and straight up murdered her before kidnapping baby Holden and taking him under his wing.
Holden isn’t pleased with this and decides that he can no longer be a ninja of The Hand, he flees the mountain and goes into hiding where he is finally found by the same S.H.I.E.L.D agent as before (the one with the eyes) who offers up a place for him at S.H.I.E.L.D academy so that he can figure out if he’s more than just a doll.
“Who are you?”
“I am no one”
“What are you?”
“A weapon?”
That’s how everyday he could remember started. Before that, he remembered only being cold..
Deep in the mountains, snow nipped at every part of a dying body, unforgiving frost lashing at its small frame as it lie helpless in a blanket just waiting for death to approach. A baby, a little baby with a strong cry that seemed to shout at the storm that he was stronger than it could ever be. Little baby Holden, fighting with his dying breath.
He had been abandoned there on that mountain, left to die because he was someone’s burden that ended up being too heavy to carry. He would have perished right there on those steps if not for the gates of the temple opening to reveal his one and only savior, the master.
The elderly man lifted Holden up and stared at his burning red face, surprised that a baby could even be alive for more than a minute out there but here one was, screaming, shouting for a chance to live, a fire in its soul that burned through the snow. The elder saw the strength in the baby’s eyes and smiled because he’d used such fire before. That’s how everything started, just a snowy on a very cold mountain.
After taking him in, the master began conditioning, he convinced the other leaders that the child could be a valuable asset to them and through the mystic arts of the Hand, he began to strengthen the young child and prepare him for his new life as their most useful weapon.
He knew the feel of a shuriken before he recognized letters, could track down animals before knowing basic math. His first broken arm was at the age of 5, he attempted to fight someone of a higher skill level than him and was rewarded for it with a proper beat down.
Training was not cancelled that day.
Go faster, be better, try harder, those were the words etched into his body with every strike he took and every scar he got. Day after day, year after year, all the while never breaking, never crying. He would succeed, he would be what his master needed. Everything moved smoothly but he couldn’t escape the nagging in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right, a whisper in the farthest reaches of his psyche that his story, the story he staked his life on wasn’t what he thought it was. Still though, he continued to train and threw those spells of discomfort to the back of his mind through constant meditation.
His first real mission as an assassin was a crime boss who had said too much about their sect. Holden was the one tasked with the deed.
Holden came back bloodied and worn but most importantly, he came back victorious. He later learned that his master was the one to tip off the target, he wanted to test Holden to see if he was ready for the more advanced levels of training he would have to go through which he had done with flying colors, the scars he earned wouldn’t be forgotten.
But even with this achievement, the hollowness didn’t fade..
More time passed, more battles were fought, more training was done and through it all, Holden grew stronger and faster, his knowledge of his inner chi giving him a step above average people in terms of physical ability. What truly made his master give him credit for was Holden growing mastery of the martial arts, his dedication to it. He learned techniques quickly and would allow any damage to his body that was necessary for him to achieve the desired outcome.
At first, his master thought it was out of loyalty but he soon realized that there was a sense of desperation to the actions. His young disciple was looking for something in the movements, perhaps hoping that he could find his center in the technique.
Holden’s eyes were always pitch black and lifeless, when he saw his reflection he wondered if there had been something missing, time was moving by and he began to realize that he had no passion for his sect’s work. He had no love of the demon they worshiped and only ever fought because his master told him to. But more than that, the nagging feeling he had about what his master told him never felt right.
His master realized then that Holden needed something to help him focus. He knew that Holden could not stay the doll that he wanted him to be much longer, lest he die simply because he has nothing to live for. It was foolish of him to believe that something without fuel could continue on forever so he had to supply Holden with something to fight for so that he would be the proper tool needed for The Hand’s success.
He would later come to regret this decision.
The master sent Holden to Hydra, an organization that worked with the hand constantly. There, Holden faced many new challenges, including taking on threats like enhanced humans, in-humans, cyborgs and all kinds of crazy shit! I mean...and a great many other new challenges.
See, Hydra was different from The Hand, they weren’t often silent and always seemed busy to gain power in anyway they could, his temple was always quiet with the only sounds ever being heard were broken bones and people training.
Agents of Hydra seemed to have a lot of down time and showed expressions Holden had never thought possible. Smiles, frowns, laughing, sounds he’d heard and things he’d never seen before, for the first time he felt out of place and wondered if this was what he had been missing, pieces of the world outside he had never seen before. The brothers and sisters of his temple always said silent prayers but these men and woman cheerfully cheered for Hydra like it was second nature. They explained to him their purpose and their reason and Holden decided that he would continue there, in the hopes that he might find he was looking for.
Killing though, felt the same. The other’s revelled in it but he couldn’t seem to be proud of his work like the others. It was all just another thing that happened. Just another order and it became slowly clear to him that the emptiness wasn’t dissipating in the wake of his deeds. He would think about what he did in his sleep, remembering each face so that he could etch them into his dreams the worst ones were always accompanied by a faint song in his memories.
It was on one of those nights that his world actually took a different turn, a change he couldn’t escape. What set things in motion was his encounter with a S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
Holden wasn’t the same after that, his dreams became clearer. The unwinding tapestry that was his mind was slowly coming back together, things he thought were dreams were turning into distant memories but it was all too foggy, to hard to pin down.
Much like himself, though a certain agent seemed to keep tracking him down on every one of his missions. Any time, any place, he was faced with the stupid mug of that idiot agent, always appearing when he didn’t want him to be. It was irritating and Holden had never been irritated before so it was yet another new experience for him. He had finally had enough one night, months later, when he cornered the rat on a rooftop
Holden couldn’t believe what he had found. The memories the files shook loose. He had to get answers, real answers.
And so he went home.
1 year later….
In a coffee shop located in the western coasts of Italy, a young man swept the floor, he didn’t know how to do anything else. The people there seemed nice, he wasn’t sure what nice was though so he couldn’t be sure. He only knew he had to sweep the floors and get the bagels, he was very good at those things so he thought he might be doing something useful, he liked being useful you see.
The owner of the little shop didn’t mind the young man much, only told him not to cause trouble. Of course the young man obeyed the rule to the best of his ability.
As the young man swept, the bell of the shop door rang, making him look up to see a group of men stepping inside. This part wasn’t as good. The young man had ended up in a not very good part of town. Perhaps he knew that when he got there. Men would constantly show up, demanding money that the shop didn’t have. His body was made for murder so he probably knew that and set up here anyway, just to keep his skills sharp.
That was a logical conclusion was it not?
The men walked inside like they owned the place and the young man supposed that they kind of owned the town so it made sense to have that sense of entitlement.
The largest one stepped up first.
“Ya know why we’re here?” He asked, believing himself intimidating. Now that was something the young man did not understand because they had been through this before and no one but the young man had been satisfied with the conclusion.
“Yes, do you want to fight again?” Holden asked, lifting up his head to look at the man with black eyes. “You were very fortunate last time, I did not think you would want to try again, at least not with this few people.” He took note that their were only three this time. “Oh yes, the others must not have recovered yet, do you think this was a good idea to come so soon?”
“You piece of shit!” The man roared and released a fist, it shot by the young man’s face and he spun to strike the thug’s side with a sharp elbow his leg whipped down to strike the legs. The larger man grunted but buckled, just enough for the shop sweep to leapfrog over him and drop kick the other in the chest.
One threat neutralized...
He spun again, knocking the larger man back to his knees just as he was getting up and hitting a knee to use the larger body for cover as two bullets sailed over head.
They brought a gun.
“Shoot him!” The leader demanded as he slowly regained control of his body. The young man moved, dashing out from behind the larger man’s back to make a dash for the armed thug. Three shots, the first cutting his cheek, the sailing through his pitch black locks while the last shot right over head as he hit the ground and slid to a stop, throwing his apron at the the shooter to blind him before finally closing the distance. He struck fast, heel palm striking the thug’s chin in an uppercut as his other hand snatched the gun away. The young man gripped the thug by his throat and slammed his head into the table, cold black eyes shifting to the largest man barely standing on his feet.
One threat left…
He raised the gun, finger on the trigger….and then let it fall from his hand and hit the ground.
Instead, he dashed across the floor to close the distance between him and his last target. He kicked off the ground, jumping off a table’s end to wrap his legs around the thug’s neck. He twisted his body, throwing the man to the ground as he landed on a knee.
All threats neutralized..
“So, I was right about you.” A familiar voice from behind him. The young man turned to face a certain agent with blonde hair and green eyes. “You’re not a killer by nature.”
“Incorrect, I have killed many people in nature.” Holden replied. “Many jungle missions and forested areas.”
“Aren’t you tired of running?” The agent questioned. “Running from me.”
“I am, I request that you stop chasing me.” Holden replied again.
“Well, that’s not gonna happen but my offer still stands every time.”
“To be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent?” He had been offered a chance like this every time the two met. Holden did not understand what the agent’s goal was or why he kept making the same offer. “What do you want from me?”
“For you to say “yes”?” The agent replied with a very high implication of “duh”.
“What do you care?”
“Because running is a very hard thing to do.” The agent wasn’t joking anymore. “Aren’t you tired?” He asked, taking a seat on a nearby table, hands in his pockets. “I know this is hard for you but I know where you can take a seat and not look over your shoulder every day.”
“You want me to join your attack force.”
“I want you to join a school, an academy, somewhere where you can learn who you are.” The agent met Holden’s stare. “Ya know, people say your eyes are pitch black but I see a fleck of blue in there.”
Holden thought about it because there weren’t other options, he didn’t care about being a hero but he feared the hollowness inside of him, it felt like each day he was going through some form of atrophy and would one day just stop moving all together.
He thought back to everyone he had ever encountered, how their goals were ultimately the same, how they all went about it the same way.
Even the man in front of him was part of an organization that made its post in lies but also by apposing the forces he had always affiliated with. S.H.I.E.L.D was a group of liars and thieves who did things for a cause he didn't comprehend. They were like the other affiliates he knew but were different in their approach some how.
Yes, that's right, they were different.
And maybe that difference would, finally, make a change occur inside of him.
“Yes.” Holden finally said to the blonde agent’s enjoyment. It was a very startling experience when he was gripped in a single armed hug. So startling that the raven haired assassin quickly threw him over his shoulder and slammed the blonde to the ground.
“That’s great! L-let’s go start you a new life!!” The agent wheeze/cheered as he lay flat on his back. “Ya got any questions!?”
“Yes,” Holden replied
“What is “school”?”
“I am no one”
“What are you?”
“A weapon?”
That’s how everyday he could remember started. Before that, he remembered only being cold..
Deep in the mountains, snow nipped at every part of a dying body, unforgiving frost lashing at its small frame as it lie helpless in a blanket just waiting for death to approach. A baby, a little baby with a strong cry that seemed to shout at the storm that he was stronger than it could ever be. Little baby Holden, fighting with his dying breath.
He had been abandoned there on that mountain, left to die because he was someone’s burden that ended up being too heavy to carry. He would have perished right there on those steps if not for the gates of the temple opening to reveal his one and only savior, the master.
The elderly man lifted Holden up and stared at his burning red face, surprised that a baby could even be alive for more than a minute out there but here one was, screaming, shouting for a chance to live, a fire in its soul that burned through the snow. The elder saw the strength in the baby’s eyes and smiled because he’d used such fire before. That’s how everything started, just a snowy on a very cold mountain.
After taking him in, the master began conditioning, he convinced the other leaders that the child could be a valuable asset to them and through the mystic arts of the Hand, he began to strengthen the young child and prepare him for his new life as their most useful weapon.
He knew the feel of a shuriken before he recognized letters, could track down animals before knowing basic math. His first broken arm was at the age of 5, he attempted to fight someone of a higher skill level than him and was rewarded for it with a proper beat down.
Training was not cancelled that day.
Go faster, be better, try harder, those were the words etched into his body with every strike he took and every scar he got. Day after day, year after year, all the while never breaking, never crying. He would succeed, he would be what his master needed. Everything moved smoothly but he couldn’t escape the nagging in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right, a whisper in the farthest reaches of his psyche that his story, the story he staked his life on wasn’t what he thought it was. Still though, he continued to train and threw those spells of discomfort to the back of his mind through constant meditation.
His first real mission as an assassin was a crime boss who had said too much about their sect. Holden was the one tasked with the deed.
Sneaking in was the easy part, he was light and small and already knew how to control his breathing as he made his way up the walls like a ghost, dipping in and out of the shadows as he shifted through the open air and across the rooftops. He remembered thinking that his target’s temple was very flashy and surprisingly small compared to the one in the mountains, he was glad his heat resistance training he had gone through had been plenty to prepare for this change in climate, because there was no snow on the large temple, it was all very different.
The hard part was what came after. He jumped off the last ledge and landed in the bedroom hall, the guards around him were never even alerted to his presence. He stepped into the bedroom without hesitation, his cold black eyes adapting to the darkness in moments as he approached. And then the hard part happened…
It was a simple creak of the floorboard that alerted him to the attack from behind. He jumped, flipping around to land in a crouch as he watched a figure step out of the shadows. It was his target, a boorish man, a man who had said too much. He towered over the young assassin and held in his hand a club, the large weapon seemed menacing in his big burly hands…
But Holden was not afraid.
The first slash cut the man’s achilles tendon, the next was halted by Holden’s swift retreat as he dodged the mighty weapon again and again. One swing broke through his defense and sent him flying but he didn’t scream, he didn’t even recognize the broken rib as he got up.
The man taunted him…..
The man laughed at him……....
He said he was going to kill Holden...……...
But Holden didn’t fear death!
He remembered his training, his teachings, his purpose, every movement beaten into him exploding forward in a flourish as he went airborne to stab the man in the eye, hand shooting out to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t alert the guards with his screaming. The last slash was to the man’s throat..and then he fell over, the loud thud beckoned the rest of the men but when they opened the door, they only saw the open window of the balcony and the bloody body lying on the floor.
The hard part was what came after. He jumped off the last ledge and landed in the bedroom hall, the guards around him were never even alerted to his presence. He stepped into the bedroom without hesitation, his cold black eyes adapting to the darkness in moments as he approached. And then the hard part happened…
It was a simple creak of the floorboard that alerted him to the attack from behind. He jumped, flipping around to land in a crouch as he watched a figure step out of the shadows. It was his target, a boorish man, a man who had said too much. He towered over the young assassin and held in his hand a club, the large weapon seemed menacing in his big burly hands…
But Holden was not afraid.
The first slash cut the man’s achilles tendon, the next was halted by Holden’s swift retreat as he dodged the mighty weapon again and again. One swing broke through his defense and sent him flying but he didn’t scream, he didn’t even recognize the broken rib as he got up.
The man taunted him…..
The man laughed at him……....
He said he was going to kill Holden...……...
But Holden didn’t fear death!
He remembered his training, his teachings, his purpose, every movement beaten into him exploding forward in a flourish as he went airborne to stab the man in the eye, hand shooting out to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t alert the guards with his screaming. The last slash was to the man’s throat..and then he fell over, the loud thud beckoned the rest of the men but when they opened the door, they only saw the open window of the balcony and the bloody body lying on the floor.
Holden came back bloodied and worn but most importantly, he came back victorious. He later learned that his master was the one to tip off the target, he wanted to test Holden to see if he was ready for the more advanced levels of training he would have to go through which he had done with flying colors, the scars he earned wouldn’t be forgotten.
But even with this achievement, the hollowness didn’t fade..
More time passed, more battles were fought, more training was done and through it all, Holden grew stronger and faster, his knowledge of his inner chi giving him a step above average people in terms of physical ability. What truly made his master give him credit for was Holden growing mastery of the martial arts, his dedication to it. He learned techniques quickly and would allow any damage to his body that was necessary for him to achieve the desired outcome.
At first, his master thought it was out of loyalty but he soon realized that there was a sense of desperation to the actions. His young disciple was looking for something in the movements, perhaps hoping that he could find his center in the technique.
Holden’s eyes were always pitch black and lifeless, when he saw his reflection he wondered if there had been something missing, time was moving by and he began to realize that he had no passion for his sect’s work. He had no love of the demon they worshiped and only ever fought because his master told him to. But more than that, the nagging feeling he had about what his master told him never felt right.
His master realized then that Holden needed something to help him focus. He knew that Holden could not stay the doll that he wanted him to be much longer, lest he die simply because he has nothing to live for. It was foolish of him to believe that something without fuel could continue on forever so he had to supply Holden with something to fight for so that he would be the proper tool needed for The Hand’s success.
He would later come to regret this decision.
The master sent Holden to Hydra, an organization that worked with the hand constantly. There, Holden faced many new challenges, including taking on threats like enhanced humans, in-humans, cyborgs and all kinds of crazy shit! I mean...and a great many other new challenges.
See, Hydra was different from The Hand, they weren’t often silent and always seemed busy to gain power in anyway they could, his temple was always quiet with the only sounds ever being heard were broken bones and people training.
Agents of Hydra seemed to have a lot of down time and showed expressions Holden had never thought possible. Smiles, frowns, laughing, sounds he’d heard and things he’d never seen before, for the first time he felt out of place and wondered if this was what he had been missing, pieces of the world outside he had never seen before. The brothers and sisters of his temple always said silent prayers but these men and woman cheerfully cheered for Hydra like it was second nature. They explained to him their purpose and their reason and Holden decided that he would continue there, in the hopes that he might find he was looking for.
Killing though, felt the same. The other’s revelled in it but he couldn’t seem to be proud of his work like the others. It was all just another thing that happened. Just another order and it became slowly clear to him that the emptiness wasn’t dissipating in the wake of his deeds. He would think about what he did in his sleep, remembering each face so that he could etch them into his dreams the worst ones were always accompanied by a faint song in his memories.
It was on one of those nights that his world actually took a different turn, a change he couldn’t escape. What set things in motion was his encounter with a S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
“All hands on deck!”
Holden had been up and out of his room before the alarm had even gone off. He had shot up in bed with the phantom notes echoing in his head, his mind alerting him that something wasn’t quite right. He left, gearing up as he did so, and gained speed with each screech of the alarm.
He was running down one of the “temple’s”(facility’s) corridors when he saw the insignia. An eagle in a shield, the sign of the enemy strapped to every person in the group of five that stood in the hall, ready for the attack. An assault squad, armed with rifles, standing in the corridor. His eyes went dark. His hand went for the pack strapped to his leg. He inhaled the crisp air and gave a toss of a black orb to let it roll into the center of the group's formation.
“What the-” One of the agents started when his eyes caught sight of the strange object but by the time his eyes shot open in realization, the smoke bomb had already exploded.
And Holden was already moving.
“Shit, we’re under a-” A warning cut short by the assassin’s knife hand to an agent’s exposed throat. He spun to kick and struck the open leg of another before sweeping low to knock another off his feet and strike the last with a sharp elbow to the back of the leg, grabbing their gun as they buckled. They scrambled and the assassin moved faster in the smoke.
Strike them down, strike them all down...
Disappearing into each shadow, blocking the flimsy strikes of the dazed to maneuver through the dark cloud and attacking every exposed joint to bring down another agent with precision.
This is what he was best at, what he could lose himself in, the hollowness afterwards almost didn’t matter when he was like this. Nothing seemed to matter with each movement breaking through his limits.
The cloud dispersed just as he made his last assault, slamming the last agent to the ground with a hand to his throat. As the last of the agent’s air escaped his lungs and he slipped into dreamland, Holden turned to the approaching footsteps from around the corner. Another attacker, dressed just like the rest, armed and dangerous and an intruder.
“What the hell happened here?” The first words out of the young intruder’s mouth before his eyes got a full look at who had done it. “Shit!” He raised his gun but a thrown helmet knocked it to the ground, stunning him in time for Holden to close the distance and hit a slide to land behind him. “Oh no!” Before the agent knew what was happening he was being lifted and slammed in a suplex, both bodies hitting the ground but only one having his helmet knocked clean off as he struggled to stand up. “Dammit, that hurt like balls!” The agent staggered to an all fours position, looking up in time to see a sharp fist hurtling towards him.
And then nothing happened.
Holden stopped mid punch..
He was frozen.
“Who...who...you’re..”
The young man had was just another agent, average blonde hair maybe an above average face but nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary..
His eyes though, his eyes reminded Holden of something, something important. He stared at the agent, the agent stared back and then Holden did something that surprised the both of them.
“Go.” He stated before throwing down another smoke bomb and just….leaving..
“What just happened?” The lone conscious agent looked around, hand running through his messy blonde hair.
Holden had been up and out of his room before the alarm had even gone off. He had shot up in bed with the phantom notes echoing in his head, his mind alerting him that something wasn’t quite right. He left, gearing up as he did so, and gained speed with each screech of the alarm.
He was running down one of the “temple’s”(facility’s) corridors when he saw the insignia. An eagle in a shield, the sign of the enemy strapped to every person in the group of five that stood in the hall, ready for the attack. An assault squad, armed with rifles, standing in the corridor. His eyes went dark. His hand went for the pack strapped to his leg. He inhaled the crisp air and gave a toss of a black orb to let it roll into the center of the group's formation.
“What the-” One of the agents started when his eyes caught sight of the strange object but by the time his eyes shot open in realization, the smoke bomb had already exploded.
And Holden was already moving.
“Shit, we’re under a-” A warning cut short by the assassin’s knife hand to an agent’s exposed throat. He spun to kick and struck the open leg of another before sweeping low to knock another off his feet and strike the last with a sharp elbow to the back of the leg, grabbing their gun as they buckled. They scrambled and the assassin moved faster in the smoke.
Strike them down, strike them all down...
Disappearing into each shadow, blocking the flimsy strikes of the dazed to maneuver through the dark cloud and attacking every exposed joint to bring down another agent with precision.
This is what he was best at, what he could lose himself in, the hollowness afterwards almost didn’t matter when he was like this. Nothing seemed to matter with each movement breaking through his limits.
The cloud dispersed just as he made his last assault, slamming the last agent to the ground with a hand to his throat. As the last of the agent’s air escaped his lungs and he slipped into dreamland, Holden turned to the approaching footsteps from around the corner. Another attacker, dressed just like the rest, armed and dangerous and an intruder.
“What the hell happened here?” The first words out of the young intruder’s mouth before his eyes got a full look at who had done it. “Shit!” He raised his gun but a thrown helmet knocked it to the ground, stunning him in time for Holden to close the distance and hit a slide to land behind him. “Oh no!” Before the agent knew what was happening he was being lifted and slammed in a suplex, both bodies hitting the ground but only one having his helmet knocked clean off as he struggled to stand up. “Dammit, that hurt like balls!” The agent staggered to an all fours position, looking up in time to see a sharp fist hurtling towards him.
And then nothing happened.
Holden stopped mid punch..
He was frozen.
“Who...who...you’re..”
The young man had was just another agent, average blonde hair maybe an above average face but nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary..
His eyes though, his eyes reminded Holden of something, something important. He stared at the agent, the agent stared back and then Holden did something that surprised the both of them.
“Go.” He stated before throwing down another smoke bomb and just….leaving..
“What just happened?” The lone conscious agent looked around, hand running through his messy blonde hair.
Holden wasn’t the same after that, his dreams became clearer. The unwinding tapestry that was his mind was slowly coming back together, things he thought were dreams were turning into distant memories but it was all too foggy, to hard to pin down.
Much like himself, though a certain agent seemed to keep tracking him down on every one of his missions. Any time, any place, he was faced with the stupid mug of that idiot agent, always appearing when he didn’t want him to be. It was irritating and Holden had never been irritated before so it was yet another new experience for him. He had finally had enough one night, months later, when he cornered the rat on a rooftop
“Why are you following me?” He asked a very surprised and very pinned to the wall agent as he pressed on the young man’s collarbone with a fierce grip.
“Because you don’t make sense!” Blondie shouted back. He smacked the ninja’s hand away and glared at him, those emerald eyes shocking Holden for what felt like the millionth time. “You’re an assassin, right!?”
Holden nodded because the answer was yes..
“Then why the hell am I alive!?” He asked furiously. “And more importantly, why aren’t any of these people dead!?” And then he was tossing something, a file, Holden quickly grabbed it out of the air and looked through it. They were pictures, pictures of all the people he came across during his missions, all alive and well. “I was unnerved by your sudden disappearance when we first met, you had me but you just let me go, gone as quickly as you had shown up and it didn’t make sense.” He pointed at the assassin who looked up to cut through him with his cold black eyes. “What made even less sense was that I wasn’t the only one still breathing, my team was okay too. It made me think, who was this person and why would we be the only ones spared.” Their eyes met. “And then I learned that we weren’t the only ones spared, you spare a lot of people, infact, you spare everyone you come across except the target.”
“Other casualties are not necessary.” Was Holden’s monotone reply.
“Even when they shoot you through the leg?” The agent shot back. “You’re not what I thought you were and I don’t think you’re what you think you are.” He looked away. “You have restraint, skill, I might be looking way too far into this but maybe empathy too if you’re willing to go the extra mile just to let innocent people go.” There was a short pause, he wasn’t getting choked or beaten so he thought he must be hitting something at least.
“You are not here just to say that are you?”
“No, keep looking through the file.” And Holden did before he got to what the agent wanted him to see and froze again. “Yeah, I expected that reaction.” He turned away, smugly. “Now, I know there’s a lot of questions you have but I’m fully prepared to provide you with resources on the basis that you start giving me some much needed info on The Hand aaaaand you left the second I turned my back didn’t you?” He turned around. “Yep, yep, really should’a seen that comin.”
“Because you don’t make sense!” Blondie shouted back. He smacked the ninja’s hand away and glared at him, those emerald eyes shocking Holden for what felt like the millionth time. “You’re an assassin, right!?”
Holden nodded because the answer was yes..
“Then why the hell am I alive!?” He asked furiously. “And more importantly, why aren’t any of these people dead!?” And then he was tossing something, a file, Holden quickly grabbed it out of the air and looked through it. They were pictures, pictures of all the people he came across during his missions, all alive and well. “I was unnerved by your sudden disappearance when we first met, you had me but you just let me go, gone as quickly as you had shown up and it didn’t make sense.” He pointed at the assassin who looked up to cut through him with his cold black eyes. “What made even less sense was that I wasn’t the only one still breathing, my team was okay too. It made me think, who was this person and why would we be the only ones spared.” Their eyes met. “And then I learned that we weren’t the only ones spared, you spare a lot of people, infact, you spare everyone you come across except the target.”
“Other casualties are not necessary.” Was Holden’s monotone reply.
“Even when they shoot you through the leg?” The agent shot back. “You’re not what I thought you were and I don’t think you’re what you think you are.” He looked away. “You have restraint, skill, I might be looking way too far into this but maybe empathy too if you’re willing to go the extra mile just to let innocent people go.” There was a short pause, he wasn’t getting choked or beaten so he thought he must be hitting something at least.
“You are not here just to say that are you?”
“No, keep looking through the file.” And Holden did before he got to what the agent wanted him to see and froze again. “Yeah, I expected that reaction.” He turned away, smugly. “Now, I know there’s a lot of questions you have but I’m fully prepared to provide you with resources on the basis that you start giving me some much needed info on The Hand aaaaand you left the second I turned my back didn’t you?” He turned around. “Yep, yep, really should’a seen that comin.”
Holden couldn’t believe what he had found. The memories the files shook loose. He had to get answers, real answers.
And so he went home.
It was storming on the mountain again, like it was the first time he’d been there. Ice and snow roared and commanded its dominance over the rocky landscape. And yet, it was not what unsettled the elder who stood in the middle of the temple, the tap of his cane beckoning for the howling of the storm to continue. He feared not the roaring of the storm or the lash of the cold. He cared not about nature’s wrath.
*step*
Merely his own decision he made within them.
“So, you have returned?” The master spoke calmly, turning to face the approaching Holden. “And I see you have seen the light in ways I could have only feared.”
Soundless, Holden tossed his master the file. The elder retrieved it without turning around and smiled at what he saw.
It was a photo of a jade necklace with gold lace and intricate designs across a thin chain. A simple trinket really but it wasn’t the metal that made Holden’s world turn upside down.
“My daughter wore this necklace, did you know that?” The elderly man asked, standing to full height. “It was the first thing her enemies saw before she was upon them.” His eyes stilled and he shifted. “She was so promising and then I had to kill her, such a useful tool. You see, she was strong but pathless, had no knowledge of love for our great cause and so could not throw herself into the embrace of the demon as I have..” His eyes darkened. “Instead, she threw herself into the arms of the enemy, a fool of a man who thought he could dishonor me and tear apart what I had built!”
Holden stayed silent.
“She ran to KunLun, the city of immortals and our greatest of enemies, pregnant with a bastard child she hoped to keep out of my reach but she should have known there was nowhere for her to run from me.” The smile returned as he walked towards his pupil. “And there was no way to stop what I had planned for you.”
“You did not find me on the mountain?”
“No, I found you in your mother’s arms.”
“....what am I?” He asked quietly..
“You are a weapon.”
“Who am I?”
“You are my grandson.” The old man, the source of every lie, placed a hand on Holden’s shoulder.
And then, Holden, Holden the loyal servant, the obedient killer, stabbed his grandfather through the chest. He was silent and cold, the spurts of blood littering his body as he watched the life drain out of his former master. The hollowness inside him began to expand, devouring him in its entirety. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? What had been the point of everything?
He didn’t understand, not until he took a step back and watched his grandfather fall over, in his hand a knife hidden in his sleeves.
“You see, my child…” He whispered, words cutting through the storm as he gripped the last strings of life. “Your body was born to kill, born to snuff out danger and then take it down, whatever the cost.” His grip on the knife faltered. “Do not be fooled by this new information, your origin may have changed but you are still what you are; a killer, cold blooded and merciless, it is engraved into your body…”
“...never forget that…”
*step*
Merely his own decision he made within them.
“So, you have returned?” The master spoke calmly, turning to face the approaching Holden. “And I see you have seen the light in ways I could have only feared.”
Soundless, Holden tossed his master the file. The elder retrieved it without turning around and smiled at what he saw.
It was a photo of a jade necklace with gold lace and intricate designs across a thin chain. A simple trinket really but it wasn’t the metal that made Holden’s world turn upside down.
“My daughter wore this necklace, did you know that?” The elderly man asked, standing to full height. “It was the first thing her enemies saw before she was upon them.” His eyes stilled and he shifted. “She was so promising and then I had to kill her, such a useful tool. You see, she was strong but pathless, had no knowledge of love for our great cause and so could not throw herself into the embrace of the demon as I have..” His eyes darkened. “Instead, she threw herself into the arms of the enemy, a fool of a man who thought he could dishonor me and tear apart what I had built!”
Holden stayed silent.
“She ran to KunLun, the city of immortals and our greatest of enemies, pregnant with a bastard child she hoped to keep out of my reach but she should have known there was nowhere for her to run from me.” The smile returned as he walked towards his pupil. “And there was no way to stop what I had planned for you.”
“You did not find me on the mountain?”
“No, I found you in your mother’s arms.”
“....what am I?” He asked quietly..
“You are a weapon.”
“Who am I?”
“You are my grandson.” The old man, the source of every lie, placed a hand on Holden’s shoulder.
And then, Holden, Holden the loyal servant, the obedient killer, stabbed his grandfather through the chest. He was silent and cold, the spurts of blood littering his body as he watched the life drain out of his former master. The hollowness inside him began to expand, devouring him in its entirety. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? What had been the point of everything?
He didn’t understand, not until he took a step back and watched his grandfather fall over, in his hand a knife hidden in his sleeves.
“You see, my child…” He whispered, words cutting through the storm as he gripped the last strings of life. “Your body was born to kill, born to snuff out danger and then take it down, whatever the cost.” His grip on the knife faltered. “Do not be fooled by this new information, your origin may have changed but you are still what you are; a killer, cold blooded and merciless, it is engraved into your body…”
“...never forget that…”
1 year later….
In a coffee shop located in the western coasts of Italy, a young man swept the floor, he didn’t know how to do anything else. The people there seemed nice, he wasn’t sure what nice was though so he couldn’t be sure. He only knew he had to sweep the floors and get the bagels, he was very good at those things so he thought he might be doing something useful, he liked being useful you see.
The owner of the little shop didn’t mind the young man much, only told him not to cause trouble. Of course the young man obeyed the rule to the best of his ability.
As the young man swept, the bell of the shop door rang, making him look up to see a group of men stepping inside. This part wasn’t as good. The young man had ended up in a not very good part of town. Perhaps he knew that when he got there. Men would constantly show up, demanding money that the shop didn’t have. His body was made for murder so he probably knew that and set up here anyway, just to keep his skills sharp.
That was a logical conclusion was it not?
The men walked inside like they owned the place and the young man supposed that they kind of owned the town so it made sense to have that sense of entitlement.
The largest one stepped up first.
“Ya know why we’re here?” He asked, believing himself intimidating. Now that was something the young man did not understand because they had been through this before and no one but the young man had been satisfied with the conclusion.
“Yes, do you want to fight again?” Holden asked, lifting up his head to look at the man with black eyes. “You were very fortunate last time, I did not think you would want to try again, at least not with this few people.” He took note that their were only three this time. “Oh yes, the others must not have recovered yet, do you think this was a good idea to come so soon?”
“You piece of shit!” The man roared and released a fist, it shot by the young man’s face and he spun to strike the thug’s side with a sharp elbow his leg whipped down to strike the legs. The larger man grunted but buckled, just enough for the shop sweep to leapfrog over him and drop kick the other in the chest.
One threat neutralized...
He spun again, knocking the larger man back to his knees just as he was getting up and hitting a knee to use the larger body for cover as two bullets sailed over head.
They brought a gun.
“Shoot him!” The leader demanded as he slowly regained control of his body. The young man moved, dashing out from behind the larger man’s back to make a dash for the armed thug. Three shots, the first cutting his cheek, the sailing through his pitch black locks while the last shot right over head as he hit the ground and slid to a stop, throwing his apron at the the shooter to blind him before finally closing the distance. He struck fast, heel palm striking the thug’s chin in an uppercut as his other hand snatched the gun away. The young man gripped the thug by his throat and slammed his head into the table, cold black eyes shifting to the largest man barely standing on his feet.
One threat left…
He raised the gun, finger on the trigger….and then let it fall from his hand and hit the ground.
Instead, he dashed across the floor to close the distance between him and his last target. He kicked off the ground, jumping off a table’s end to wrap his legs around the thug’s neck. He twisted his body, throwing the man to the ground as he landed on a knee.
All threats neutralized..
“So, I was right about you.” A familiar voice from behind him. The young man turned to face a certain agent with blonde hair and green eyes. “You’re not a killer by nature.”
“Incorrect, I have killed many people in nature.” Holden replied. “Many jungle missions and forested areas.”
“Aren’t you tired of running?” The agent questioned. “Running from me.”
“I am, I request that you stop chasing me.” Holden replied again.
“Well, that’s not gonna happen but my offer still stands every time.”
“To be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent?” He had been offered a chance like this every time the two met. Holden did not understand what the agent’s goal was or why he kept making the same offer. “What do you want from me?”
“For you to say “yes”?” The agent replied with a very high implication of “duh”.
“What do you care?”
“Because running is a very hard thing to do.” The agent wasn’t joking anymore. “Aren’t you tired?” He asked, taking a seat on a nearby table, hands in his pockets. “I know this is hard for you but I know where you can take a seat and not look over your shoulder every day.”
“You want me to join your attack force.”
“I want you to join a school, an academy, somewhere where you can learn who you are.” The agent met Holden’s stare. “Ya know, people say your eyes are pitch black but I see a fleck of blue in there.”
Holden thought about it because there weren’t other options, he didn’t care about being a hero but he feared the hollowness inside of him, it felt like each day he was going through some form of atrophy and would one day just stop moving all together.
He thought back to everyone he had ever encountered, how their goals were ultimately the same, how they all went about it the same way.
Even the man in front of him was part of an organization that made its post in lies but also by apposing the forces he had always affiliated with. S.H.I.E.L.D was a group of liars and thieves who did things for a cause he didn't comprehend. They were like the other affiliates he knew but were different in their approach some how.
Yes, that's right, they were different.
And maybe that difference would, finally, make a change occur inside of him.
“Yes.” Holden finally said to the blonde agent’s enjoyment. It was a very startling experience when he was gripped in a single armed hug. So startling that the raven haired assassin quickly threw him over his shoulder and slammed the blonde to the ground.
“That’s great! L-let’s go start you a new life!!” The agent wheeze/cheered as he lay flat on his back. “Ya got any questions!?”
“Yes,” Holden replied
“What is “school”?”
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Likes:
- Silence
- Training
- Accomplishments
Dislikes
- Noise
- People Who make noise
- Whoever’s looking at him right now, he knows you’re planning his downfall, you will be the first to fall at his hands...
Equipment:
Uniform: Agent Holden’s uniform is a cross between standard shield gear with ninja armaments. It is a deep, navy blue, skin tight suit of flexible material, equipped with straps around the legs that hold a series of different tools.
Beneath the blue is a black suit the goes up to cover his mouth, acting as a thin layer of secondary protection and a face mask. The armaments on the outer layer consist of grey colored pieces of metal made to look like arm and leg guards respectively much like a samurai without all the fancy designs.
The S.H.I.E.L.D insignia is clearly shown on the suit’s shoulders, something Holden has a problem with but doesn’t say so.
Smoke bomb: Small black orbs that release a plume of smoke, good for hiding your attack or simply running away
Kunai: Japanese throwing knives, good for taking out someone from a distance or
Shuriken: Throwing stars, these are used more for distraction than frontal assaults.
Combat knife: The only non-ninja like weapon in Holden’s arsenal. This combat knife sits snuggly on the back of Holden’s belt, it is a simple, military level combat knife made by the S.H.I.E.L.D scientists. While not a godly weapon, it is very advanced, being incredibly sharp and light.
Beneath the blue is a black suit the goes up to cover his mouth, acting as a thin layer of secondary protection and a face mask. The armaments on the outer layer consist of grey colored pieces of metal made to look like arm and leg guards respectively much like a samurai without all the fancy designs.
The S.H.I.E.L.D insignia is clearly shown on the suit’s shoulders, something Holden has a problem with but doesn’t say so.
Smoke bomb: Small black orbs that release a plume of smoke, good for hiding your attack or simply running away
Kunai: Japanese throwing knives, good for taking out someone from a distance or
Shuriken: Throwing stars, these are used more for distraction than frontal assaults.
Combat knife: The only non-ninja like weapon in Holden’s arsenal. This combat knife sits snuggly on the back of Holden’s belt, it is a simple, military level combat knife made by the S.H.I.E.L.D scientists. While not a godly weapon, it is very advanced, being incredibly sharp and light.
Still going over it with a fine toothed grammar comb but that's not a huge factor for me right now!!
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@middleearthroze Awww man! :( lol
@Kouki So his name is "Character Name"? LOL you should replace that with his actual name! haha
@Kouki So his name is "Character Name"? LOL you should replace that with his actual name! haha
@Kouki So his name is "Character Name"? LOL you should replace that with his actual name! haha
Well, technically...
Name:Holden
"Character Name" is just the title of his story, I mean, you don't think Harry Potter's full name is Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets right? I mean what, he just kept changing his name because with each book deal he got a new hot wife and took her name?
"Ms Hollow, Ms. Hollow, is it true that your husband is going back to Chamber O. Secrets, Ms Secrets swears that there's nothing going on but Ms. Askaban says otherwise!!"
"How did you get in my house?!"
"Ms. Stone says she was the best idea for a movie, how do you deal with these accusations?"
"I think Ms. Stone's going senial, I was obviously the best inspiration for a movie, I mean come on!"
And then of course, slander campaigns start because no one really thinks anyone did anything truly wrong but...that's the life of show biz ain't it kid?
....I forgot the point I was making, what were we talkin' about?
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<Snipped quote by Angel Eyes>
Well, technically...
<Snipped quote by Kouki>
"Character Name" is just the title of his story, I mean, you don't think Harry Potter's full name is Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets right? I mean what, he just kept changing his name because with each book deal he got a new hot wife and took her name?
"Ms Hollow, Ms. Hollow, is it true that your husband is going back to Chamber O. Secrets, Ms Secrets swears that there's nothing going on but Ms. Askaban says otherwise!!"
"How did you get in my house?!"
"Ms. Stone says she was the best idea for a movie, how do you deal with these accusations?"
"I think Ms. Stone's going senial, I was obviously the best inspiration for a movie, I mean come on!"
And then of course, slander campaigns start because no one really thinks anyone did anything truly wrong but...that's the life of show biz ain't it kid?
....I forgot the point I was making, what were we talkin' about?
i have no clue whats going on right here but it was an adventure.
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Because that deserved a "thank you", not a "like"
But yeah, title changed, all good now.
because that deserved a "laugh", not a "like" XD
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Chao Resident Space Cowboy
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@Winter Kitten I'm going to finish my first CS soon.
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@Kouki HIIII!!! somehow I didn't realize you were here.
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Sorry I've been a bit absent. I have been moderately unproductive today! Ahaha. But I'm gonna eat dinner, look at the recent additions to the cast and work on some kinks I need to iron out for the RP!
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@Winter Kitten What sounds cooler, Bird Wings on a human, enhanced strength, or no powers at all? Just skill? Or enhanced abilities
Or maybe Spider-Man like powers. (I don't care which one, and I can't think of what to choose. So please pick one for me.)
I have a story idea for enhanced abilities, but I'm not sure you'll like it.
Or maybe Spider-Man like powers. (I don't care which one, and I can't think of what to choose. So please pick one for me.)
I have a story idea for enhanced abilities, but I'm not sure you'll like it.
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@Winter Kitten What sounds cooler, Bird Wings on a human, enhanced strength, or no powers at all? Just skill? Or enhanced abilities
Or maybe Spider-Man like powers. (I don't care which one, and I can't think of what to choose. So please pick one for me.)
I have a story idea for enhanced abilities, but I'm not sure you'll like it.
Well, my character already has bird-wings so I'd say no to that one since we need more diversity. lol Though a character with enhanced strength would be pretty cool! Maybe his skin can turn into metal or diamond, or stone or maybe his skin is also impenetrable.
Spider man powers would be cool too! But ultimately, what type of character are you most looking forward to playing as?
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Will finish!
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"I see better from a distance."
- Hawkeye (Clint Barton)
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"I see better from a distance."
- Hawkeye (Clint Barton)
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Name:
Taylor Jonas Garrick
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Codename:
Hawkeye
Gender:
Male
Age:
20
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Place of Origin:
Brooklyn, NY (United States, duh.)
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Ability Profile
Skills of Note:
Archery - Like his predecessor, Taylor is very, very good with archery, and knows how to handle a gun as well. Unlike Clint Barton, he does miss. He's worked on his archery for years, because it kept Taylor at a very skilled level, but he's no way near the original Hawkeye's level, well at least not yet that is.
Hand to Hand Combat - Taylor was raised on the streets, so of course he would get into many fights. Over time, he started winning some fights, loosing some. But being trained by S.H.I.E.L.D. has it perks. They had taught him martial arts, yet he's not the best at it. But ask any of his opponents he's faught, they'd tell you he can throw a decent right hook.
Hacker - Like many other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and recruits, Taylor was taught to hack. But he just doesn't know how to hack computers, he could hack an iPad or a phone. To him, it's kind of easy at points, but he loves challenges. He can hack through the tiniest little defects of a program, and get the information he needs.
Hand to Hand Combat - Taylor was raised on the streets, so of course he would get into many fights. Over time, he started winning some fights, loosing some. But being trained by S.H.I.E.L.D. has it perks. They had taught him martial arts, yet he's not the best at it. But ask any of his opponents he's faught, they'd tell you he can throw a decent right hook.
Hacker - Like many other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and recruits, Taylor was taught to hack. But he just doesn't know how to hack computers, he could hack an iPad or a phone. To him, it's kind of easy at points, but he loves challenges. He can hack through the tiniest little defects of a program, and get the information he needs.
Psychological Profile
Mental Evaluation:
From looking at how he talks, acts, we could tell that Taylor is a charismatic person. The young man tries to keep calm in terrifying situations. He isn't as talkative as the original Hawkeye though, as matter of fact he tries his best not to be an annoyance. He likes to make jokes, and snappy one-liners. If someone insults him, he will have a comeback ready at the second for them. He mostly does smile a lot though.
He can be serious when he needs to be, matter of fact in fights or training, his personality practically shuts off and a new serious one turns on. Almost like a split-personality, that's how serious he can get. He has a smart mind, just doesn't show it off. He can possibly be smarter than the original Hawkeye when it comes to tactics. He's good at building things, he even built himself a compound bow, a very good and well functioning one too. Not to mention, he built special arrows besides regular pointy ones.
He has somewhat of a problem. He seems to get selectively emotionally attached to someone when he gets to know them. Meaning if they die, he'd be devastated. It would be way worse if he was in love with this person or was in an actual relationship with them.
Taylor can be emotionally shut off, and not try his best not to fall in love. He would rather have his head on the mission, than be falling in love with one of his teammates. This could lead to drama with other people. This is about all the data we collected about Taylor's personality.
He can be serious when he needs to be, matter of fact in fights or training, his personality practically shuts off and a new serious one turns on. Almost like a split-personality, that's how serious he can get. He has a smart mind, just doesn't show it off. He can possibly be smarter than the original Hawkeye when it comes to tactics. He's good at building things, he even built himself a compound bow, a very good and well functioning one too. Not to mention, he built special arrows besides regular pointy ones.
He has somewhat of a problem. He seems to get selectively emotionally attached to someone when he gets to know them. Meaning if they die, he'd be devastated. It would be way worse if he was in love with this person or was in an actual relationship with them.
Taylor can be emotionally shut off, and not try his best not to fall in love. He would rather have his head on the mission, than be falling in love with one of his teammates. This could lead to drama with other people. This is about all the data we collected about Taylor's personality.
Physical Evaluation:
Taylor has light brown hair. If it was any lighter, it would be a dirty blonde. His eye color is green and his height is about 6'1. He has muscles, not as much as an bodybuilder. His body is more of the light athlete type, as he does work out.
His chest seems to have a dark scar going up from his stomach to the left side of his chest. It almost went up to his left shoulder blade as well. He told us that this was from a fight he got into. There is a bullet wound in his right forearm, it seemed that it was a flesh wound. This is everything about his body.
His chest seems to have a dark scar going up from his stomach to the left side of his chest. It almost went up to his left shoulder blade as well. He told us that this was from a fight he got into. There is a bullet wound in his right forearm, it seemed that it was a flesh wound. This is everything about his body.
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Chao Resident Space Cowboy
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@Angel Eyes Look at my CS. You'll figure it out.
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@Angel Eyes Look at my CS. You'll figure it out.
LOL so bird wings?
Edit: OH wait! Hawkeye is the bow and arrows guy! LOL
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@Angel Eyes No... Do you not know Hawkeye? The archer?
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@Angel Eyes No... Do you not know Hawkeye? The archer?
beat u to it. lol but yea, I know who he is. I forgot for a brief second. a long range fighter. nice! u are one of the few. and probably come in handy on stealth missions too. i think lol
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